#hitman two three appreciation post

[mhaikkun]

CRIME CITY

definitely gonna clean this post up once I have all my character profiles confirmed and make a more formal story introduction, but I thought I'd do a fun little update on all the characters we've met already as well as a general overview of the plot!

crime city follows winter, florist by day and ruthless murderer by night, in a city ruled by criminals each time the sun sets. the mayor? law enforcement? decorative. useless.

in order to achieve his own goals, child prodigy-turned-crime lord winter lies, steals, and kills — and, when the occasion calls for it, enlists the help of the many outlaws on his list of acquaintances.

but winter, too, is being hunted.

here are the current cast:

WINTER (THE RAVEN)

there are only three things anyone can ever claim to know about him: one, he always smiles; two, he is always dangerous; and three, he always wears black. is he mourning someone?

revered as "the king of hell," this strange ghostly man hates rain, doesn't drink, and used to be a detective.

BRENDOLINE BARBARA (THE LADY)

the mayor's daughter. frustrated by her own powerlessness and the facade of her father's position, she became a vigilante. winter must be destroyed, and, as the saying goes, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

how hard can it be when you find yourself falling in love with the man you want to kill, and who wants to kill you?

GIOVANNI MERCURO (THE SNITCH)

a croupier who runs the "snake eyes" gambling house, giovanni will glady offer you valuable information — that is, of course, if you can win against him. if he likes you enough, maybe his sleight of hand will come in handy for your pickpocketing needs.

believing it to be the height of carelessness to be complacent and predictable in a city crawling with vermin, he refuses to be consistent. he never wears the same hairstyle twice, never plays the same game twice, and never sleeps with the same person twice.

ASHCROFT (THE SNIPER)

a hitman for hire with the air of someone who used to be noble. rarely getting jobs due to his exorbitant prices, when he's out of money and out of work, he plays the saxophone on street corners and in bars for loose change.

as far as assassins go, he's pretty resourceful. after all, his sax doubles as a sniper rifle.

FALK (THE BLOODHOUND)

hates tardiness and thinks dogs are annoying and difficult. he does not appreciate the irony of his criminal title.

once a military man, an inflicted injury forced him to develop his already keen sense of smell into the formidable skill he has today of hunting people down using only their scent to compensate for his impaired vision.

#crime city #original character #oc #mhai art #mhai oc #I am Begging you to ask me questions abt them HSDJKSDFHJKSDFS #they're on my mind literally all the time

[mysteria157]

Fic Masterlist

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Hitman Toji Fushiguro

Genre: Hitman AU, Romance, Thriller (sort of? I'm not James Patterson...)

CW: Profanity, Alcohol Use, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Medical Emergencies, Betrayal, Family and Childhood Trauma, Violence (He's a hitman so...), I'll have more detailed CWs with each chapter, MINORS DNI

Summary:

“I’m only going to say this one more time, Toji. I don’t do situationships. I don’t do friends with benefits or the occasional hookup. You want more? I want you to try. Earn me.”

His hands are so bloody, that if you ever knew the source, you wouldn’t want someone like him to try. He shouldn't be here, taking up so much of your time, asking for more. But he's selfish.

-or; Toji, a notorious hitman, moves to America for more money and a better life for his son. He didnt expect to sleep with you, let alone want more. When his dangerous life catches up to him, he takes on one final lucrative hit, but realizes this target has unseen connections hitting closer to home. Now he must navigate a perilous job while desperately keeping his criminal double life hidden from you.

Authors Notes: Hello! After rewriting the plot, I'm finally comfortable enough to share this story. It's a continueation from Maneater, so while it is not necessary, reading Maneater as a prologue will definitely help set the tone for the story! This is my first attempt at writing something a little more heavy, so go easy on me.

As always: likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated. Happy reading!

**Do not plagiarize any of my works or translate without my permission!**

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Dividers: @royallaesthetics @eloquentmoon

Header: made by myself with art from Pinterest

Chapters

Prologue: Maneater (One Shot) *Posted!*: A glimpse of how you and Toji meet for the first time. ~Plot that explores a little of reader's background and smut.~

Chapter One (Posted!): Despite the uncertainty of something new in your life, you say yes when Toji asks you out.

Chapter Two (Posted) Toji is cold and calculated with his hits, and beneath that hard exterior is a man with a dark past.

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

#toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #Toji Fushiguro x black reader #toji fushiguro x black fem reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk x black reader #black fem reader #black reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #mysteria157 #masterlist #anime x black reader #Toji Fushiguro fanfic #jjk fanfic #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro fluff #toji zenin #fushiguro toji #jjk toji #toji fanfic #toji smut #toji x reader #toji jjk #jujutsu toji #soft toji #jjk au #In Too Deep

[tokiro07]

Found you out for your undead unluck posts (because they are very few of those) and I wanted to know what other things you are into? Other mangas, games, shows, whatever you enjoy.

For manga, I read basically everything running in Jump at any given time, but these are my highlights off the top of my head

Medaka Box

The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love You (not Jump, but Jump adjacent)

Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro

One Piece

Oumagadoki Zoo

Shaman King

Straighten Up!

Hinomaru Zumou

Cipher Academy

Yugioh

Chainsaw Man

Saint Seiya (begrudgingly)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Enigme

Act-age (heart-breakingly)

Buso Renkin (see above)

Rurouni Kenshin (again, see above...)

Rave Master (spitefully)

Law of Ueki

Katekyo Hitman Reborn (bitterly)

Psyren

Tangentially, I also like the A Certain Magical Index novels and the Death Note Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases novel

For games, I'm wholeheartedly a Nintendo guy and I go out of my way to play as many first-party Nintendo games as I can, though I'm a bit more flexible than I am with manga

Wario Land (favorite overall series)

Legend of Zelda (Oracle of Seasons/Ages are my favorite games of all time)

Megaman (all of them, but Zero/ZX are my favorites)

BoxBoy

Frogger (the GBA games are the best)

Pokemon (HeartGold and Arceus are the best so far)

Super Mario (3D World and Odyssey are my favorites so far)

Kirby (Forgotten Land is a strong contender against Squeak Squad as my favorite)

Advance Wars (though I'm bad at them)

Fossil Fighters (GIMME A REMAKE!!!)

Picross (I am VERY good at them)

Hamtaro (Ham-Ham Heartbreak is SO GOOD)

Shovel Knight (I honestly think that they are the best action platformers ever made and I'd buy a full game for each Knight into infinity if given the opportunity, but gun to my head I'd say Specter Knight was my favorite)

Medabots (I would kill to be able to play the whole series, I've been informed that the one game I've gotten to play is widely considered the worst, so the rest must be pretty damn good for me)

Shadow of the Colossus (wish I could forget it to play from scratch)

Persona (still like 3 best)

Radiant Historia

I don't watch a lot of shows anymore, but...

Baccano (THE anime of all time in my opinion)

Eden of the East (the SECOND anime of all time)

Epithet Erased (I show it to everyone if I can)

Pushing Daisies (I don't know if I necessarily want a season 3 at this point since its been over a decade, but I'd sure appreciate like...a continuation comic or something)

The entire DCAU (except the Zeta Project cus I've never gotten to see it and I'm not paying for it on Amazon, and also excluding the two tie-in movies from the last few years cus they were both bad; for good measure, I'm including Teen Titans here even though it's not actually DCAU)

Digimon (unpopular opinion but I'm partial to Frontier)

Tiger and Bunny (season 1, at least)

Also, you didn't ask, but I'm already dedicating time to this, so I'll throw in a few other media too

Movies:

Die Hard (1 and 3 specifically, still haven't seen 5)

Repo! the Genetic Opera (this movie defined my life for a long time in a way that no other film has and is the only one to ever prompt me to write fanfiction)

Everything Everywhere All at Once

Knives Out

Godzilla (the whole series, though Vs. Gigan is my personal favorite)

Prince of Egypt

My Cousin Vinny

Baby Driver

Clue

Nightmare Before Christmas (watch it every year if I can)

Devil's Carnival (same creators as Repo and those songs are pretty much all bangers)

Edge of Tomorrow (though I still think All You Need is Kill is better)

Kingsman (only the first one, and the second one nearly knocked it off this list entirely)

Grosse Pointe Blank

Disaster Artist

One Cut of the Dead

Snake Eyes (this one is admittedly Homestuck's fault)

Jumper

Music:

Citizen Soldier (pairs well with Undead Unluck)

Five Finger Death Punch

10 Years

Celldweller

Rise Against (pairs well with One Piece)

Three Days Grace (both Adam Gontier and Matt Walst)

Disturbed

Nickelback (sue me; also pairs surprisingly well with Rave Master)

Blacktop Mojo

Slipknot (pairs well with Chainsaw Man and Fire Punch)

Avenged Sevenfold

Red

Bullet for My Valentine (pairs well with Jujutsu Kaisen if you'd believe it)

Sabaton (pairs well with Golden Kamuy)

Rammstein

Blue Stahli

Les Friction

Otherwise

Shaman's Harvest

Otherwise (pairs well with Hinomaru Zumou)

System of a Down

Breaking Benjamin

I probably missed a ton of things all over the place here, but these are the ones that stick out in my mind as important to share, either because I currently enjoy them or because they were a part of my formative years and stuck with me long enough that they still influence me

There's probably a lot of nostalgic things that I just haven't thought of in a long time, like...Flint the Time Detective or Zatch Bell that I would add on if I remembered them well enough to be able to hold a conversation about, but I don't, so I won't

#toki's top 10 #though there's way more than 10 here

[charlienam]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌  —  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫  .  .  .  🤪 🏹

.  .  .  i mean, to be stabworthy, you know? it's, uh  .  .  .  it's kind of a compliment.

MUSINGS  .  .  .  VISAGE  .  .  .  HEADCANONS  .  .  . .  .  .  SELF-PARAS  .  .  .  CONNECTIONS  .  .  .  extended map.

Everyone suspects CHARLIE NAM of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and SHE has yet to roll the dice. HER fixation on the neon lights of Nevada started TWO MONTHS ago as a HITMAN. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of CASHIER @ ELYSIAN MARKET. They’re often mistaken for PARK SO-DAM before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. CHARLIE better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of THIRTY-ONE. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of CAN’T STOP by RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS.

+ perceptive, quick-thinking, principled, affable, energetic. - destructive, risk-prone, impulsive, hot-headed, easily bored.

—  written by morgan, 23, she/her, pst  .  .  .  player is a cis bi korean female.

trigger warnings: death, murder, violence.

TLDR; met her well-meaning parents in the middle when it came to her destructive tendencies. but she found an incredible outlet for her energy after a mercenary network recruited her post-college. however, after she realized how deep her employers’ treachery went, she played the long game to cut her losses. after three years of constant running, she was picked up by a hitman network. to this day, they’ve proved to be more transparent employers. their targets have transparently terrible reputations too. charlie is still suspicious of her new employers, but she can at least try to atone for her sins and gain protection through her work

prologue.

       For what it’s worth, Charlie’s parents did their best. Despite being inundated with cultural shock and their daughter’s massive penchant for destruction, they tried to provide a balanced life. Of course, they didn’t really have much of a choice other than to put in that extra effort.

       That aforementioned balance also needed to account for Charlie’s endless source of energy. As a result, she was an incredible student athlete — most notably in soccer, track and field, and gymnastics. She was also placed in hapkido classes, a choice her parents would regret later on when she’d happily use her skills outside of class.

CHAPTER I.

       To demonstrate her appreciation as a daughter, Charlie graduated from Northwestern University with a mechanical engineering degree. Her university experiences also involved captainship of the women’s lacrosse team and employment in a hapkido studio as a teaching assistant.

       Lupin, a mercenary network moonlighting as a food technologies corporation, lured her into their network during her senior year with a deskbound internship, promising a stable and well-paying job post-graduation. Little would she know that she’d quickly move on from analyzing blueprints to roughing up her knuckles.

CHAPTER II.

       Charlie’s employers were never keen on spending extra expenses for long training periods. That’s a big reason why she was filtered for employment — her combat skills, natural knack for espionage, and a rare penchant for remaining relatively unruffled in the face of violence. After a two-year training period, she became a field agent. The details of her assignments weren’t too specific and she was trained to resist her natural spirit of inquiry. Their mistake was relying on that resistance, especially after she started following her gut regarding her workplace’s suspect political affiliations.

       After a year of well-performed employment, Charlie copied a few threads of information evidencing Lupin’s treachery onto a flash drive. That felt short of her original plan, which was to get significantly more. Instead, her supervisors caught wind of her covert efforts and forced her to run. She expected it, of course. Even wanted it. Working for people like Lupin kept leaving her sick to her stomach.

       But because of her employment’s premature conclusion, she soon had to use her temporary upper hand to feed the press a few headlines. This bought her just enough time to slip under the radar for three years.

CHAPTER III.

       Three years is enough time for a girl to get some good hiding practice. It’s also a lot longer than most people achieve staying out of Lupin’s radar, especially when they cause enough trouble to make the news — even if they do so as unnamed suspects.

       However, despite Charlie’s talent for hiding, she still attracted enough attention to land her into the protective arms of a separate hitman network. As far as they’ll let her know, they’re totally unnamed. Her instincts tell her they’re not working primarily as a corporation or a governmentally-associated body. Somehow, they also have enough power to let her out into the light without a muscle from Lupin at her heels. Their assignments were a lot more transparent and Charlie’s never expended any sympathy on the people she put in the ground on their behalf.

       A whole lot of different details, and none of them make her feel at ease. She also doesn’t believe in miracles. Although she’s not currently in the mood to investigate, she’s smart enough to know that her guardian angels come with strings attached, even if she doesn’t know what those strings are just yet.

       Nonetheless, her new employers do offer ample protection. It’s why she can eat at a fast food restaurant without getting sniped. So for now, she’ll simply do her job while figuring out her next step — or figuring out if she cares enough to formulate a next step.

epilogue.

       Charlie’s latest assignment takes her to Las Vegas. Not the first time she’s been there, even for work. Maybe even especially so. The city’s penchant for clutter and chaos serves her well, offering enough anonymity for her to work in peace.

#📌 #nevernevada.intro

[thatsmylog]

#langley kirkwood #mike figueroa #jonah lotan #sydney hall #bjorn steinbach #generation kill #hbo war #hitman two three appreciation post #part episode five a burning dog #callsign victor Hung Up #l i t e r a l l y the only shot of shady #>:[ #on the upside t and steiny get a whole little scene! #whee banner fucking episode #well sure we COULD try and get off this pipe we're stuck on and locking everyone into a killbox but we're shooting? at stuff?? #priorities #please

[ggukkieland]

📕BTS Fic Reads - 2021 February Pt 1

I tried to make it balanced by revisiting the past and discovering new ones 🤗 This reading list are reblogs and newly read fics

I also realized that some find these lists helpful and if you do like the fics, please do show authors appreciation by reblogging their fics, leaving positive comments, etc. 

*fics are not mine. credits go to all the writers. sending them love🥰 

🥕 Ongoing -  most recent chapter [as of date this list was posted]

🥕 Completed - completed one shots | series 

🥕 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst 

🌷 (i sometimes post commentary, if reading reviews help)

🥕[Ongoing Series]

Call Me Baby @smaubts​​ - MYG | smau | Enemies to Lovers AU, Fake Dating AU | F, A ~ [6/?]

Drown for You @vinterjeon​​ - JJK | 21.4k+ | Sci-FI AU, Siren AU, Merman AU | S, F, A ~ [3/12] (reposted or revised by author)

Evolution of a Lover’s Heart @/vinterjeon - JJK | 8.1k | fuckboy AU, bet AU, college AU  | A, F ~ [1/?]

Learn to Love @knjoodles​​ - JJK | 13.3k+ | Single Parent AU, Teacher!Jungkook | A, F ~ [4/?]

The Night We Met @leftonraed​​ -  KTH | 18.2k+ | Single Dad AU, Bodyguard AU, Idol AU | A, F ~ [6/?] 

Together Series @/httpjeon - JJK | 20k+ | established relationship, collection of their “firsts”, Tattooed jungkook, Gamer AU, Fuckboy AU| S, F, A ~ [5/?] (this is not a new series but I did some re-reading and technically it’s still an ongoing series)

🥕[Completed Fics/Series]

Namjoon

Cut @chimchimsauce​​ - drabble | 1.1k | soulmate AU, “Namjoon always hated soulmates” | Heavy Angst

Dichotomy @uhgood-dooghu​​ - two shot | 5.5k | established relationship au, boxer au | S, F, A 🌷

Hell’s Coffee @prolixitae - one shot | 8k | Coffee Shop AU, (poor) yelp review by OC | S (this 

The Making of: Love @inkjam-moon​​ - one shot | 12.7k | Actor AU, virgin!OC | F, S 🌷

More Than Anything Else @seokkgenie​​ - two shot | 26k | CEO AU, one night stand AU

 01 02 

Submerged @myfeelsinink  - one shot | 6.2k | dream!namjoon, feat Jimin, lucid dreams AU | F, A  🌷

Seokjin

Dear Ophelia @noir0neko​​ - one shot | 3.6k | Killer!Seokjin, thriller AU | S, A 🌷

Replacement @akinnie75​​ - one shot | 24.5k | Fantasy AU, idolverse, body swap AU | F

Sweet on You @vminity21​​ - one shot | 3.1k | baker AU | F

Three Years Later @megahwn​​ - one shot | 2.4k | hurt/comfort fic, established relationship au | F, S

When the Sea Sleeps @taecalikook​​ - one shot | 23.7k | Fake Marriage AU, marriage of convenience, Strangers to Lovers | F, A, S

Yoongi

Intoxicating @versigny​​ - one shot | 6.6k | roommates AU, friends to lovers, pining, drunk texting | F  🌷

Mixtape @jungblue​​ - one shot | 15.6k | college au, podcast AU, radio host | S, F, comedy (reblog)  🌷

No More @gyukult​​ - two shot | 29.7k | college au, (sort of) friends to lovers, unrequited love, secret relationship, tsundere yoongi | A, F, S  🌷

Straight Shooter @snackhobi​​ - one shot | 14.3k | cyberpunk AU, enemies to lovers, hitman yoongi x gunsmith reader | S, F  🌷

Kneel @ot7always​​ - one shot | 3.5k | established relationship, pwp | S  🌷

Pendulum @whatifyoulivelikethat​​ - one shot | 3k | exes AU, recent break up | S, A, F  🌷

Siren by foreverpark [ao3] - one shot | 6.2k | police officer yoongi, pwp | S  🌷

Without the Stars @inktae​ - one shot | 3.8k | grief of those left behind | Angst  🌷

Hoseok

Hobi Birthday 2021 Reads  - fic favorites I reblogged on Feb 18th + new fic releases on his birthday  🌷

Jimin

Theophany @ilikemesometaetaes​​ - one shot | 19.6k | College AU, best friend’s brother AU, dancer!jimin, artist!reader | A, S, F

Ours @jjiimin​​ - one shot | 8k | exes AU, tennis AU | A, S, F

The Unholy Cock-Up  @smoochkooks​​ - one shot | 14.5k | newspaper set-up, office AU, editor-in-chief jimin x columnist reader | S, A (reading this fic had me revisiting similar-themed fics like doxology and the kids aren’t alright 👀)  🌷

Eldorado + Hymne a l’amour @/smoochkooks - one shot + special | 43.5k | archeologist!jimin, adventure, gold diggers!au, enemies to lovers, established relationship (for the one shot special) | F, A, S (i just love how author writes Jimin 🥰)  🌷

Twenty-Eight Minutes @/taegularities​ - drabble | 1.8k | strangers who met on the bus | F  🌷

The Promised Iris @/akinnie75 - two shot | 40k | soulmate au, fantasy au, time loop | A, F  🌷

Test Drive @bratkook​​ - drabble | 1.8k | biker au, deep six universe, pwp | S

Taehyung

Akrasia @nitaescence​​  - one shot | 3k | strangers on the bus, pwp | S (been looking for this and author has another account/fic which I’m also reading so it was a perfect recipe to rediscover this fic 🌟)  🌷

Back to the Start @honeyj00ns​​ - one shot | 4.3k | exes au, college au, seems OC is the only one suffering from breakup | A, F

Consequences @cupofteaguk​​ - one shot | 18k | enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, fwb au, hogwarts au | S, A, F (so, I actually thought I’ve included this in previous reading lists) 🌷

Deeper @taelaxies​​ - one shot | 2k | bad boy au,  sister’s boyfriend is OC’s one night stand months ago | A, F

Heartbeat on the Line @monvante​​ - drabble | 970 | CEO AU, Assistant!Reader, enemies to lovers, office AU, fwb | A, F (this is really nice)  🌷

Obey @jjkfire​​ - one shot | 8k | mafia au, head of security taehyung x worst escort | S, F, kinda funny too (a reblog)  🌷

Page Turner @gukslut​​ - one shot | 13.6k | teacher AU, librarian reader, strangers to lovers, literature appreciation | F, A, S  🌷

Paper Cranes @aquaminwrites​​ - one shot | 18.3k | childhood friends, best friend AU, college AU, slice of life | F, S, A  🌷

Payback’s a Bliss @jinned​​ - one shot | 9.6k | strangers to lovers to friends, office AU, fake dating AU | S, F

Reader @/taelaxies - one shot | 2.6k | smut writer, roommate AU | S 

Save Me @njkbangtan​​ - series | 40k | demon au, enemies to lovers, roommate AU (sorta) | F, A,slightly S ~ [15/15]

Stuck with You drabble @jungshookz​​ - bulleted | 1.8k | roommate AU, enemies to lovers, fratboy au, college au, from the Stuck with You universe | F  🌷

Stuck @taegularities​​ - drabble | 940 | fwb au, “stuck together for a long period of time + “You’re lucky you’re cute, because your taste in music is awful.” prompt | F (this is my request and thank you dear author for writing this 🥰)  🌷

When Hearts Collide @taetaesbaebaepsae​​ - drabble | 2.7k | established relationship, broke up for six months and drabble focused on discussion about what they did with other people during the six-month gap | F, A, S

Jungkook

- posted here (had to separate since there were a lot of reblogs and new reads)

Multi

Punctuation Series @/whatifyoulivelikethat - Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Series | BDSM, dom!yoongi x sub!reader x dom!jungkook

semicolon  exclamation mark  period  comma   question mark

Shameless @imaginethisbts​​ - Jungkook x Reader feat Taehyung   🌷

one shot | 5.1k | not technically threesome, it’s just Jungkook x Reader being exhibitionists and Taehyung POV’s (and sort of helping our OC in the end) | pure filth, pwp (this is a classic)

Sugar & Spice @sunkissedjk​​ - Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader   🌷

Two shot | 8.6k | “your friends ask you whether you prefer sugar or spice” | S

reposted by author

🥕 posted: 2021 Feb 25

🥕 link to other reading lists

🌹   I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =)

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[absolutebl]

Thank you so much for your post on soulmates!! It’s one of my favourite tropes, along with mafia storylines. Do you have any mafia recommendations? I don’t care if it’s gay, lesbian, hetero, non-binary. I just love the mafia ones. Especially if they actually have a plot, like Manner of Death!!

Btw, supportive of the name change! Nice one!

Thank you!

I love a mafia too! Although I only really pay attention to queer and romantic stuff.  

Hard to find these days, it seems to be thought of as somewhat old fashioned. 

Let’s see...

BL Mafia Stuff 

Long Time No See (Korea 2017) is about two hitmen who fall in love via online gay fanfic without knowing they are hitmen on opposite sides of a turf war. Or do they? It’s absolutely great and very under appreciated. On GaGa. 

HIStory 3: Trapped (Taiwan 2019) is about a cop investigating a cold case where a mafia boss is the only witness. Along the way to solving it, they fall in love. Side characters = mercenary hitman meets nerdy cop of his dreams, cooks for him. Main couple ends ambiguously, side couple ends happy. On Viki. 

3 Will Be Free (Thailand 2019) is about a mafia kid, a stripper, and a grifter who accidentally kill a hitman and then have to go on the run, with two assassins chasing them. Along the way the three of them basically fall in love with each other. You also get the mafia hitmen perspective. It’s GREAT and very queer. On GMMTV’s YouTube channel. 

Where Your Eyes Linger (Korea 2020) ostensibly high school set about a poor kid whose been raised in a mafia kid’s family specifically to protect him (whipping boy trope). Themes of codependency and survival and pretty classic Korean style romance ending. On Viki. 

Golden Blood (Thailand 2021) a Thai BL pulp with the whipping boy trope about a boy who is pulled off the streets because he has the correct blood type and trained to be the servant/caretaker/bodyguard of a rich mafia kid. They fall in love. On YouTube. 

Manner of Death (Thailand 2021) this is a gay romantic suspense featuring a doctor and a mafia brother character. It’s not strictly BL, and it’s more a murder mystery than a mafia romance, but it is great. On WeTV. 

Not Me (Thailand 2022) this is crime thriller about a group of motorcycling malcontents bent on bring down a corrupt system. Overtly queer, the romantic threads are not entirely the narrative drivers and it’s very slender on tropes, making this one, like MoD more gay romantic suspense than BL. But if a gritty tension is what you’re after, this one has that in spades. On GMMTV’s YouTube channel. 

KinnPorsche (Thailand 2022) is airing 2022 and I will dominate this niche. So far fandom seems to love it, I’m finding the directing and tone uneven, but the chemistry and acting is spot on. On iQIYI (ironically). 

Mafia... Tangential? 

Because of You (Taiwan + Korea 2020) is about a family of brothers who seem to be THAT kind of family. Uneven but ultimately cute. And I love listening to the contrast between Korean and Mandarin since characters speak in both languages. On Viki. 

Irresistible Love (China 2016) is mafia esk but it’s very rough and censorship got its weird mits all over it. Mafia boss has obsession with his family’s butler. Sometimes pops up on YouTube. It’s in two parts and the second part has two endings, you want the one that ends not entirely unhappily. 

Advance Bravely (China 2017) is about a security firm that provides services to grey businesses, but again with censorship and a serious WTF ending. It’s about a rich pretty boy trailing after the hunky head of the security team and getting them both into trouble. On YouTube. 

Unforgotten Night (Thailand) is coming hopefully in 2022 and looks like the arsehole CEO dumpster fire version of KinnPorsche. It should be gloriously terrible, we hope. 

(source) 

dated mid 2022, not responsible for mafia trash that drops after that date 

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[auramindedd]

Talent ||

Desc: You and your new friends decide to a drunk Among Us game. You have lots of fun and you’re glad to be able to have amazing friends like them. After ending the stream and sobering up, Corpse asks you something you’d never thought you’d be asked.

Warnings: Cussing, drinking

Notes: i’m using these fake social media apps bc they’re fun &’ i like using them for messaging and twitterrrr! i hope you guys don’t mind them! <3

also, i’m super sorry for not posting in a while. my motivation comes and goes, but right now i have lots of it.

i wanna work on an smau series so, be on the look out for that! :))

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“No balls!” Rae shouts, daring you to kill Jack who is trying to get something out of the vending machine, but him being drunk as fuck doesn’t help.

“I have three, actually.” You joke. Both you and Rae burst into a fit of laughter, but not for long since Jack goes up to you two.

“What are you two laughing about?” He asks, laughing with you guys even though he has no idea what he’s laughing about. Gosh, Jack, you’re really making it hard for me to kill you right now, you think to yourself.

“This,” You answer, killing him. You and Rae run away, screaming whenever you see someone. Thank God for everyone being drunk or else you two would be sussed out for being complete maniacs.

“Y/N,” Rae whispers. She gestures towards the green room and you can see Sykkuno watering the plants.

“No!” You whisper-yell. You’ve become Rae’s hitman, Brooke being the other Imposter. You need someone to vouch for you so, you don’t mind being by Rae the whole time.

“Hey, Sykunno!” Rae shouts when Sykkuno walks out. He’s slurring over his words, trying to say ‘hey’ back. Yeah, no way you’re killing him.

“See? Absolutely no fucking balls. Small dick, too.” Rae taunts. You want to kill her, but if you do, you’d immediately get voted off. So, you kill Sykkuno instead. It hurt, but you had to show Rae what’s up.

“How come no bodies have been reported?” You ask to nobody in particular, just wondering out loud.

“I’m good at hiding them.” Corpse jokes from behind you, scaring both you and Rae. Corpse knows how sensitive you are to any sound when it comes down to places that are quiet, and since only you and Rae have been together, his voice was the cause of your overdramatic ass scream. Playing along, Rae starts screaming with you two, the both of you being extremely obnoxious.

You know that he was just joking about hiding the bodies because Brooke is your partner for this round. You’re not even sure how Corpse isn’t dead yet.

“Okay, okay, I get it.” Corpse chuckles. “I won’t sneak up on you like that anymore.” You and Rae stop screaming, relieving Corpse’s poor eardrums of being blown.

Rae starts running around you in circles while you and Corpse are in the middle of a conversation. You know what she’s hinting at, but you decide to ignore her. You’re not going to kill Corpse.

“No balls!” Rae shouts competively.

“What?” Corpse asks, sounding confused.

“I have so many, Rae, you don’t even know, but I’m not gonna- I’m not gonna kill Corpse.” Good going, Y/N, you think to yourself. Well, now you have to kill him.

Corpse starts running away and you do everything your drunk ass can do to catch him and kill him. He’s laughing, running into walls, you doing the same. Finally, you’re able to kill him.

Rae catches up to your avatar, laughing maniacally. She cheers you on, knowing that’s the only way that you’ll continue to be her hitman. Jack, Sykkuno, and Corpse. You’re not even sure if Brooke has killed anyone.

“Brooke! Brooke, have you killed anyone yet?” You try to be quiet, but your shitface drunk and you don’t think that’s working.

“No, have you?” She asks, trying to be quiet, too.

“Yeah, three people. I’m Rae’s hitman.”

“Okay, I’ll do better.” And with that, she’s off to go kill people.

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“His body was in the hallway to Decontam... I think, don’t quote me on that.” Dream says, slightly slurring on his words.

“There’s 4 bodies and we’ve only found one? What the fuck?” Charlie sounds exhausted and you can’t help but laugh.

“Sorry,” You try and catch your breath, but once you do, you’re still giggling a bit. “Sorry, that was funny.”

Everybody else starts laughing and eventually, the voting time ends and nobody is voted out.

Wow, a tactic you didn’t even mean to use actually worked. It’s either because of how drunk everyone is or because of how contagious your laugh is - a lot of people call it cute and adorable.

———

You guys decide to end the game, everyone else ending their streaming while you just close your laptop. You all seemed to sober up towards the end, none of you wanting to drink anymore. Right now, you’d say you’re 85% sober. Taking a shower and drinking lots of water should have you good and all sobered up.

After taking a shower and getting a cold bottle of water, you lay in bed, watching random Minecraft speedbuilds of people building cute cottages.

You get a DM from none other than Corpse Husband. You smile to yourself before answering.

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You wake up with a minor headache. Last night, you’d say that the Minecraft speedbuilds helped sober you up, but right now, you know it was the cold shower and cold water bottle.

You remember the text message Corpse had sent you, about wanting to check up on you. You two have only known each other for about a week or two now, and you two haven’t really talked. It’s nice, though - having someone who wants to check up on you. He’s done it these last three days you’ve played with him and his friends.

You text Corpse, telling him you can talk on the phone now. You both have been trying to plan to talk to each other just so you guys can get closer. You and Corpse relate to a lot of things and talking in Among Us with proximity chat and Corpse’s stream, it’s not the best way to have a deep conversation.

“Hi,” You greet him, placing your phone down that way you can make breakfast and talk to him. He wanted to FaceTime, and you’re not sure why because he said he’d be covering his camera. It’s fine with you.

“Good morning, Y/N. What are you up to?” A small yawn escapes his lips.

“Making some chocolate chip pancakes.” You grab your phone, showing him the pan that’s mostly filled with chocolate chips.

“Gosh, Y/N, want some pancakes with your chocolate chips?” He chuckles. You giggle, placing the phone back down and turning the camera to face you.

“I’m an amazing cook, puh-lease. I know what I’m doing.”

“I think we’ll have to test that theory.”

“You live like 2 hours away from me, how are we gonna do that?” You ask him, placing a pancake on your plate. You put more butter on the pan before putting more pancake mix on.

“I’d 100% drive two hours to your apartment just to try out your food.” He says. You smile at him, shaking your head and rolling your eyes playfully. “Speaking of going to each other’s houses, I have a question.”

“What’s up?”

He chuckles nervously, “Do you maybe want to collab?”

You’re caught offguard by this. You quickly put your pancake on your plate before answering.

“I’d love to.” You’re able to contain your excitement, surprisingly. “But Corpse, if you’re not comfortable with meeting me, we can find some way to do it over the phone. I really don’t think it’d be that hard. You could record your parts and I cou-”

Corpse cuts your rant off, chuckling a little bit. You smile sheepishly, taking a bite out of your pancakes.

“I’ll be fine, Y/N.”

“Okay,” You give him a small smile. “We can make plans later.”

“Good,” He says and you can hear a smile in his voice.

“Good,”

You and Corpse talk about anything and everything, alternating from really deep conversations to lighthearted, funny ones. Lots of laughing, but also lots of crying on your end. Corpse telling you that it’s okay and that everything will be okay is your new favorite thing. You never knew how much those two phrases would be changed just by coming from a different person. They never really meant anything when they came from anyone else - as much as you appreciated people reassuring you. But hearing it from Corpse, it really did feel like everything was going to be okay.

You two end the call, both of you being busy today. He promised to call you more often and you did the same.

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[shurisneakers]

shut in [3]

Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: cursing, implied abuse, ptsd, fighting over beds

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: every part i introduce more anonymous characters smh. i also appreciate feedback so if you would like to, please consider dropping me an ask or comment ly guys!! also if you want to be on the taglist, it’s mentioned at the bottom of the chapter.

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Previous Part || Shut In Masterlist

“Don’t make me shoot you, Wilson.”

“It doesn’t have to end this way, agent.”

“How’s it looking out there?”

“There’s been some talk. Apparently Serpentine isn’t very happy that their intel is dead. They’ve got people looking out for you everywhere.”

A frown adorned your face. Sam was leaning forward on his arms, head turned down as he listened to Ransone.

“How dangerous is it?”

“I would say that everyone’s a little wound up. Best not to go anywhere even a little populated.”

“Noted.” It would blow over in a while. The media coverage of Pierce’s assassination would die down with the changing news cycle soon.

“I can have someone pick you up wherever you are. Just tell me where.” 

“Don’t bother. We won’t be here for too long,” you responded, Sam nodding in agreement. Once it quietened down you could leave, go back to Ransone without blowing your cover.

“Whatever makes you happy. Just let me know when you’re out.”

The click of the call ending took with it the only noise in the room.

Sam picked up the phone to remove the battery, discarding it to maintain your security. Burner phones were useful, but you didn’t want to take any chances.

“Wait,” you cut in, holding your hand out for it, “I need to make another call.”

The both of you were seated at the dining table. A piece of paper lay in front of you, playing the dangerous role of being the mediator. 

You were trying to ration out your supplies and create a schedule as a way of finding middle ground. Things were more or less calm for the last two days, but the fight over the bedroom was wading into territory that could only be solved by a good old middle school fistfight.

Currently you were figuring out a meal plan so that you could establish some kind of routine. With bread as the only uniting factor, the other three components were going on a rotation. You had reached all the way till Saturday before running out of possible combinations.

“I’m just saying-”

“Don’t.”

“We’ve exhausted all edible options, it’s the only combination left-”

“I will not hesitate to fatally wound you.” You were only half kidding. The ridiculousness of the ideas he was proposing was entertaining, and you knew he wasn’t being serious. It was hard to catch a moment where he was. 

“Fine. But in case we get to the point where peanut butter and jelly is the only thing that’s left, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

“I would rather die than shovel spoonfuls of plain jelly and peanut butter into my mouth.”

“Your survival game is weak,” he chided, tsk-tsking at you.

You only rolled your eyes at him, moving on to the next subject.

Bed.

“Easy, we just alternate days. You got the last two days, so I get the next two and then we just switch everyday.” Sam eased back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head leisurely.

“How long do you think we’ll be here?” you asked, writing down the plan he had just presented. The bed wasn’t queen sized with memory foam or any kind of privilege like that, but it definitely beat the couch with its odd lumps and depressions.

“A week tops. Anything more is just excessive.”

“Hello,” you said, voice low, even though you were well out of earshot of Sam. He was eying you from the living room window. If he was as good as he claimed he was, he’d know how to read lips and you couldn’t afford to have him do that.

“Code?”

You turned your back to the window, facing the large trees that loomed before you. “1993. It’s me.”

“Y/N?” He sounded suspicious, a little shocked, and you understood why he would be.

“Living and breathing.” You toed at a rock that lay ahead of you.

“Word on the street is that you’re dead,” he pointed out dryly.

“Not me; Pierce. I escaped. It was a trap.” When the rock you were playing around with escaped after a particularly hard kick, you started pacing up and down instead, “Ransone put a hit out on him because he thought he was leaking information.”

“How on earth did he come to that conclusion?”

“Don’t know. He was dead before we got there.”

“Who is ‘we’? You got someone there with you?” You didn’t realise it had slipped out during your conversation. 

“Another one of our guys. Apparently I was a backup in case he didn’t show up, but he did, so now we’re stuck together.” You averted your gaze to Sam who was still observing you from the window brazenly, intently. 

“Where are you?”

“We’re safe.” 

“Alright.” He sounded like he understood, albeit not entirely convinced. “Stay low.”

“Will do.”

With that you hung up the call, dropped the phone to the ground and crushed it under your boot heel. When you were convinced that it was sufficiently useless, you turned on your heel, making your way back.

You walked back into the house, beelining to the kitchen to make up for your missed lunch, only to be greeted with Sam sitting on the couch looking at you inquisitively.

“Who was that?”

“Nobody,” you answered straightforwardly, opening the cabinet to get two slices of bread.

“If it has somethin’ to do with this situation we’re in then I need to know who you’re talking to.”

“Just drop it. It has nothing to do with you.” You found the jar of peanut butter he had already opened, using a butter knife to spread it along the bread.

“Somehow I’m finding that hard to believe.”

“Believe what you must. I’m going to take a nap,” you answered evasively, chewing absentmindedly on the sandwich you had just made. You didn’t bother to look at him as you headed towards the bedroom.

“Hey now, hold on a minute. Who said you had bedroom privileges? You’ve been using it for two days.” You stopped in your tracks, face scrunching in annoyance. “If you’re keeping vital information about my life from me, then I think I deserve to not have a fuckin’ backache when I wake up in the morning.”

You quickly weighed the pros and cons in your head, imagining how the next few minutes would pan out if you just said ‘no’ and left. But in every imaginary argument you proposed, the bottom line ended with him prodding at you until he either got the information that he wanted or the bed.

Frankly, the bed was something you were willing to sacrifice to get him to stop meddling in your business. It seemed like the only reasonable way to get him off your ass.

“Fine.” You spun around to face him. “We’re making an arrangement.”

“Whoever has the bed has to forfeit TV privileges for that day.”

“Sounds reasonable. None of those three movies can be played more than twice in a row.”

That was more to preserve your sanity than anything. You had already seen each of them once, bordering on thrice for Die Hard. Sam’s fault, not yours.

“We should have a codeword. In case there's danger or something. Or maybe if you just want to be left alone,” Sam suggested, finger pointing to the blank space left at the end of the paper. “But it’ll be like solitary confinement since it’s so fuckin’ quiet here.”

Almost on instinct your mind flashed to images of dark cells. Quiet sobs. Blood stains on the wall, originating from clawing at it. Sunlight through one small window at the top. Utter loneliness except for yourself.

You could remember the soreness in your legs from curling up into a ball for hours, rocking back and forth. The smell of drain water collecting in the basement where the cell was.

Isolation.

“You got any suggestions?”

“Huh?” You forced yourself back to the present. Your knuckles had a dull ache in them from holding the pencil too hard.

“Do you have any ideas for a codeword?” Sam repeated, looking at you intently.

“No, nothing off the top of my head.” You shook your head, trying to regain focus. You loosened your grip on the pencil, letting it fall to the table.

“We’ll just leave it at ‘Brooklyn’ for the time being.”

“Yeah, okay,” you agreed to whatever he was saying. It was just a precaution in case something major happened. It was rather unlikely that you were going to use it anyway. 

Codewords weren’t uncommon in your business, but it was mostly used for missions or other professional standings. Regardless of being less adventurous than what you tended to work on, this was work at the end of the day. 

“Is that all?”

“Yeah, I think we’re done.” His chair scraped loudly against the ground as he got up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going out for a while. Need to shake off the possible osteoporosis.”

You didn’t bother asking where he was going, ears following his footsteps as he walked down the hall to the bedroom, probably to get his jacket that he hung up in the drawer.

You left the paper on top of the mini fridge, alongside the car keys and a few dollars you had nabbed in the hurry from Pierce’s house.

Staring around you at the silent room, you realised that there really wasn’t much to do. It wasn’t like you to have so much time on your hands. You could always go for a run or test out some of the weapons hidden here. 

You had the rest of the house to explore, plans to draw up, a post mortem to assess what went wrong on the mission, even though the last option wasn’t possible without Sam’s cooperation.

Fuck it, you decided. Couch it is.

Kicking your feet up, you grabbed the TV remote to flip to the news station. The town rarely had anything to report on but it would be worthwhile to know what exactly was available around. Possibly assimilate in the crowd in case you wanted to be hidden.

It took you a few minutes of mindless surfing through static channels till you found it. It seemed like a scene right out of a Hallmark movie; the reporter was holding a microphone to a child who looked like he understood nothing of what was going on.

You were barely paying attention as it flipped from segment to segment, other things taking precedence in your mind even though you willed yourself to relax. There really wasn’t much to make a note of other than a few good samaritans and how utterly boring the lack of content was. A few occasional glimpses of stores and other resources available in the background were the only interesting part.

You were starting to drift off by the time it reached the breaking news of the evening. Sam had already come back when the sky slipped into twilight. He barely acknowledged your form lazing on the couch, only offering you a greeting and a goodbye as he made himself his dinner to take to the room.

Your eyes were just about closing when the breaking news of that evening came in. It was all politics. People you knew from old missions waving and smiling their way to lead their country as if the dubious acts they committed behind the scenes to get there was erased.

Until you suddenly jolted awake, eyes wide open.

“Wilson. Wilson!” You hit the cushion furiously to get his attention when he didn’t respond the first time around.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“What?” he yelled in response, mild irritation in his voice. You knew it sounded like you were shouting bloody murder even though no one was around other than you two, but you didn’t care.

“Look at this!” You couldn’t stop gawking at the screen. “Fuckin’ unbelievable.”

“What? What do you wa-” He stalked into the room, ready to tell you to stop yelling but stopped mid sentence when he finally saw what you were so concerned about.

“Reports claim that the victim was attacked early in the afternoon at his villa. Officers say they found multiple signs of a forced entry, following which he was shot dead. So far no arrests have been made but the police have since released photos of two suspects of whom, they claim, have reason to believe orchestrated the attack.”

On the right side of the screen flashed yours and Sam’s picture side by side. Old mugshots from a petty offence you committed years ago for which Ransone bailed you out.

“The pair are said to be on the run after escaping before law enforcement arrived. If you have any tips on the whereabouts of-”

You turned to look at Sam. His stare didn’t budge from the TV as they once again reminded the public what you both looked like.

Years of anonymity, working in the shadows and creeping around to avoid being recognised only to have the entire country know what you looked like.

“Well, shit,” he finally exhaled. “Somehow I think our stay here just got extended.”

Part 4

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[diana-fortyseven]

Hey! I read your thoughts on the March roadmap for Hitman, and I saw that you already played the newest entries for the elusive target arcade. What's your impressions now after playing it? Are the new ones better than the first three? Are the first three easier now? The restrictions for later targets didn't make it fun at all, so I bailed.

Hi! So many questions! 😀

What's your impressions now after playing it?

So, when I posted my first impressions (Yesterday? Thursday?) (Edit: Thursday!) I had only played two out of the three new ones, I've now finished all of them.

I like the new approach much better, only one overarching complication per set is not too stressful.

The Nebulae (the set with five stages, classic Hitman 2016 escalation style 😅) comes with the "only one disguise change" complication, which is simultaneously super interesting and fun and stressful and limiting. 😅

I think that's just because of the way I play Hitman; my favourite part of the game are the disguises and trying to figure out the ideal approach to a problem.

Not being able to change my disguise when the situation changes is stressing me out to the point of me repeating "don't change disguise, don't change disguise" like a mantra when dragging an unconscious person to a crate or closet.

At the same time though, I really enjoy this complication. Because I usually play with disguises, I know exactly which disguise is best for the job that needs to be done, and I choose my starting point based on my plan, so I get one "free" disguise, where possible. I managed to do most of The Nebulae without any disguise change, and it was fun to come up with a strategy that just works!

The one in Colorado though, holy shit. This one also comes with one "internal" complication and kill conditions, which is fine, but even without any restrictions at all Colorado can be stressful, since almost every area is a trespassing zone for almost all disguises. 😅

Are the new ones better than the first three?

Yes (and no). I completed the first batch long before the new ones came out (and some restrictions on the old ones were lifted, but that's the answer to a different question), and I played two thirds of the new batch before I replayed the old ones.

If you only played the first three sets before the new ones came out: yes, the new ones are better than the version of the old ones you played.

As I said in my first impressions post, some of the new targets are actually the same as the old targets, but with different complications. I still think this is great, because "only one pacification" and "all bodies must be hidden" (for example) require a different strategy and will affect your gameplay differently. If you feel like you have no idea how to complete a mission with Complication A, the opportunity to play the mission with Complication B instead can be a blessing.

I still wish we had the chance to pick one specific target or play them out of order (another aspect that's nice about the repeating targets: they're in a different order in the old and new batches, so you have a higher chance of getting the one you actually want earlier) or unlock the ability to play them without complications (which is something IOI mentioned in their March Roadmap!!).

I'm mostly interested in the Hitman 2016 and Hitman 2 targets, so I'm not mad about the two five-stage escalations. I appreciate that they want to have future entries three stage only, though!

Are the first three easier now? The restrictions for later targets didn't make it fun at all, so I bailed.

Yes, yes they are! As I mentioned before, I replayed the first three sets, and I'm glad I did! I had fun playing them the first time, but with only one restriction, they're so much more fun.

Seriously, give them another chance, they're so much less frustrating and stressful now! 😅

(Yes, I play Hitman a lot and I'm actually really good at this game, but I also like to be creative and "only one pacification, all bodies must be hidden even if it was an accident, and if you get caught on camera may god have mercy on your soul" is not how I prefer to play.)

Thank you so much for your ask, I really appreciate it and I hope you'll enjoy the new and improved Elusive Target Arcade!

#Hitman #Hitman 3 #Hitman 3 Year 2 #Hitman Elusive Target Arcade

[gorgeousgalatea]

For the fanfiction writer asks: 2, 5, 12, 33, 40, and 47. And as for the title - "The Finer Things (Are Finite Things)."

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?

“Write” is a strong word right now unfortunately. RWBY remains my most prolific fandom at least; despite my tenuous relationship with canon I haven’t had anything seize my plotbunny interest to the same degree, although I have scattered wips for The Magnus Archives, Genshin Impact, Witch Hat Atelier, Resident Evil, Arcane, and Thor: the Dark World. Pluuuus some dusty old posted wips for Avatar the Last Airbender and Katekyo Hitman Reborn I still feel guilty about never finishing. But yeah, RWBY’s still the top dog right now.

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

On average my more recent (...for a given value of ‘recent’) multi-chaptered fics are all ideas I got heavily invested in and prooobably have yet to finish, so favorites are hard. I guess I would go with Ten Things About the Vongola Family by dint that I can pretend it’s finished. Although it technically isn’t and is also a list fic rather than an ongoing narrative...Apology Not Included is actually finished, let’s say that. Even though two chapters is probably also cheating.

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

If I’ve written their POV it probably means they’re a favorite XD Qrow has sass for days and I love writing quips, Raven has the kind of morally reprehensible self justification that is my jam, Ozpin and Salem are opposite sides of some really juicy immortality studies...I’m a huge fan of snark, moral ambiguity and angst, really.

Although shoutout to Rokudo Mukuro from Katekyo Hitman Reborn several fandoms back who happened to be a body hopping, conniving, morally bankrupt illusionist whose abilities stemmed from several lifetimes of reincarnation contained in an eye that may have been implanted in him by the abusive cadre of mad scientists he wiped out in revenge, who after a stint as an antagonist became an ally by necessity while having maybe three standards and showing absolutely no remorse whatsoever and goddamn if that isn’t a ridiculous number of my favorite things all rolled into a single character.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

There’s been so many super sweet ones, I can’t choose! The one I get the biggest buzz from are the ones that say my characterization is on point, because that’s what I really strive for, but it also gives me the warm fuzzies when people pull their favorite quotes or engage with the narrative because that really gives me the sense that my writing managed to resonate with them emotionally. Compliments, man. They’re great.

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

I don’t hide it but I don’t volunteer the information either. And chances are anyone who has to ask is not someone I would feel comfortable having read most of my fic lol

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about?

The Finer Things (Are Finite Things)

Hmm, I’d say this sounds like an Ozpin identity study? The give-and-take in identity between immortal and incarnation, and the value of a singular lifetime--knowing that things are capable of ending when he has a mission and an enemy that refuse to. And to toss some shipping into it, how Qrow’s Semblance emphatically draws attention to the finite in a way Ozpin is uniquely qualified to appreciate...and as I write this I realize that this is less a specific story idea and more just the shipping dynamic I work with, oops I hope that is okay @_@

#ask meme #don't mind me just nattering on about stuff #thank youuuu sorry that last one took me a whille lol

[themusicplayedherlife]

WIP: Ocean

summary: you never knew you’d ever feel so attached to someone, never knew that you could feel so strongly about a person; this is your start and end with javier pena, the man that would shake your life for better or worse a/n: i had posted this before but i accidentally deleted it--oops, so forgive me, i know its not wednesday

Summers in Los Angeles weren’t the worst you have experienced. You’ve been fortunate (but really, unfortunate) to visit many cities across the US during the summer and while there are places where the humidity destroys you, none have come close to the summers you used to spend in Bogota, Colombia as a child. 

When you asked your father how it was possible for him to have grown up in a place where sometimes you felt you couldn’t breathe, he said you grow used to it. You couldn’t quite believe him, not when you watched him struggle with the heat himself. 

Summers in Los Angeles, however, were just an inconvenience; a heat that caused your skin to grow hot and for your clothes to stick to your slick skin. Sometimes the humidity was strong, but it was just the heat that really killed you. You hated it, but you could escape it easily by ducking into a place with air conditioning or staying in your car with the air blasting on high until absolutely necessary for you to head out.

Except now, you’re stuck in a room used for interrogation and you’re 100% sure that the lack of cool air is meant to make criminals uncomfortable, make them want to confess faster to their wrong doings. But you’re not a criminal, even if the blonde with the funny mustache sitting across from you with a steely stare seems to think otherwise.

“I already told you, Detective, uh—“ what was his name again? God, you couldn’t care less whether his name was Al Pacino or Ronald McDonald, but you have a feeling that this particular Detective seems to like respect, and as much as you don’t want to give it, you know it’s the only way to get released quicker.

“Murphy,” he fills in for you as he leans back into the metal chair with barely any cushion—seriously your ass hurts.

“Right, Detective Murphy, I was only there because I was passing by and happened to get caught in the cross hairs. I have no idea who any of these men are.”

“These men” is referring to the candid photos of some of Los Angeles’ most well known drug dealers—well, not super well known, but well known to those who care, scattered on the table. There’s El Quica, the funny looking one, short and all teeth as he smiles to someone off frame, a sex worker most likely. Scorpion, lanky, and covered in tattoos from head to toe, hard to miss if he’s walking down the street. Poison, a cop killer, hitman and a man straight out of one of those hair salon posters from the 80’s. There are a few others you somewhat recognize as well, but none that you have catalogued as much as the three faces he put directly in front of you.

The door to the interrogation room opens and for one measly second you allow yourself to grow excited at the prospect of being released, however the next person to walk into the room isn’t exactly who you’re expecting.

He’s handsome. Good looking in those form fitting jeans and pink button down shirt that you’re sure he’d say is salmon, not pink. He’s glaring down at you with his dark eyes and you can’t help but look away.

“You really don’t know who they are?” The new man asks, his voice low and deep, smooth. A thought flashes in your head, his voice hitting your core, wondering how he’d sound if he were under you or maybe over you, if he was good to you. But you’re not as taken by his voice, doused in cold water, when he pulls out your camera from his hand behind his back, setting it on the table top in front of you. “That’s hard to believe when their pictures are in your camera.”

“You went through my car?” Is what comes out of your mouth, eyes wide as red hot anger begins to boil in your stomach as you wait for him to answer, but he doesn’t, leveling you with a glare of his own. This time you don’t look away, meeting those dark pools head on.

“Why were you taking their pictures?” 

“I can’t believe you went through my car!” You lunge for your DSLR, but tall, dark and handsome pulls it away from your grasp. “Who the hell gave you permission to go through my stuff?”

He purses his lips. “We don’t need—“

The door opens once again and this time the person you’re exactly expecting to step through the threshold does—Horacio, intimidating gaze sweeping over the room and only growing more intense when he notices the state you’re in.

Shit. That is not a happy expression on your Nino’s face.

“Mi Capitan,” says the dark haired man causing his boss to turn his sharp gaze in his direction. 

“Let her go,” is all he needs to say for you to quickly stand up.

Detective Murphy’s eyes fly between you and his Captain. “With all due respect, sir, we can’t just do that. I think she could be—“

“And with all due respect, Murphy, I don’t care what you think.”

Horacio tilts his head to the side, a silent command for you to leave the room, and you do as he motions. Quickly gathering up your camera in your hands before exiting the room with Horacio behind you, and his two Detectives hastily following.

“Qué estás haciendo, Horacio?” What are you doing? Tall, dark, and handsome asks, Spanish smooth and enough to make you swoon—if he hadn’t touched your camera, that is.

“My office,” Horacio speaks softly to you, in contrast to his hard gaze, and you nod, already knowing the way. You’ve been here enough times as a kid to know where his office is.

You can feel the hot gazes on your back as you walk away, but you ignore them in favor of keeping your head high and holding your camera tightly to your chest. Idiotas. Seriously. 

Slipping into Horacio’s office, you place your camera down onto his desk, easily falling onto the comfortable padded arm chair for his guests. 

God, what a mess.

You had thought you were being pretty sneaky, but somehow those two saw you as you tried slipping away from the busted drug deal you were trying to cover. When you realized you were being followed, you barely had enough time to stash your camera into your glove compartment and lock the car before Detective Murphy, or whatever his name is, was hovering over you and reading you your rights.

You sigh and settle into the seat just as the door behind you opens up.

“Ni—“ 

“What were you thinking?” He immediately starts badgering you, and you aren't surprised. He has a tendency to overreact, just like your father. “Do you realize how dangerous and stupid that was? What if you got caught by one of his men instead, huh? What then?”

You frown, your eyes following him as he stands in front of his desk and drops the items that the detectives confiscated from you onto his desk before crossing his arms taut as he glares down at you. “I was careful, Nino. I don’t know how your men even saw me! If anything, you should take it as praise. It means your men are getting more competent, right?” 

Making a joke is risky, especially when he’s like this, but it seems he’s in a good because he doesn’t turn red and start telling you off like your father would. Instead, he snorts, releasing the tension in his body as his arms drop to his side. “You’re unbelievable.”

You crack a smile. “Lo se.”

Horacio pushes away from the desk to take a seat in his chair across from you. He studies you for a moment before drifting his eyes down to your camera. “Peña told me you have pictures of Sicarios, some that we don’t even have in our database.”

“Is Peña the Spanish speaking one?” you ask with a carefree grin, hoping to change the subject. While any other time you would’ve happily given him copies of the pictures you took, you weren’t ready to share your half information just yet. “Or was there another officer I didn’t notice? If there was, I’m losing my edge.”

He calls your name firmly, like a father reprimanding their child for not behaving, and you lazily blink up at him, not at all phased. “Where did you take their pictures?”

“Ask Detective Peña. He went through my camera, oh, and my car.”

He inhales deeply, rubbing his temple in exasperation. “Mija,” he starts slowly, “we need that information.”

“Even if I did give you a place, they don’t go there anymore. Besides the ones from today, the pictures are two weeks old,” you tell him, holding your camera up with the screen in his direction. “They’re getting smarter, Nino. They’re not sticking to one place anymore. They’re jumping around.”

“Jumping around?”

You lick your lips, thinking about whether to tell him. It wouldn’t hurt giving him a hint, would it? “They’re sticking to the DTLA area mostly, but they’re starting to push further into the surrounding areas like Pico-Union, Koreatown and even as far as East LA.” This is as much as you’re willing to tell him, really, but you’ve given him a base, enough to move his men freely and discover more details for themselves. The rest of your intel is still being confirmed by you, and you really don’t need a bunch of cops scaring them off before you can get the chance to track them down and uncover more facts. 

He stares at you for a moment, the clock on the wall ticking loudly—once, twice, and a third time before he sighs. “You’ll give us intel when you’ve got it?”

Your lips tick into a half smile. “Of course, once I can confirm it.”

You can tell by the way he clenches his jaw, he wants to tell you he can confirm it himself, keep you out of harm’s way, but he knows better than to argue with you. You’re not about to give in so easily. “Fine, but be careful out there, okay? It’s already enough that your brother is getting ready for this mess, but I don’t need you getting caught in the cross hairs, too, mijita.” Mijita, he only uses that term of endearment when he’s really worried about you and your wellbeing. It’s a name you hated as a child—mijita, so condescending, but now? As an adult? You appreciate it a little more. 

“I will, Nino,” you assure him, allowing a cocksure grin to paint your lips. “Can’t let anything happen to me before I earn a Pulitzer.”

#javier peña x reader #javier peña #javier peña x you #javier peña x y/n #wip wednesday #wip

[pandas-pandemonium]

Per Sempre Insieme

Pairing: Yandere!Team Buccellati x Fem!Stand User!Reader

Warnings: Violence, Yandere (in later chapters), Slow Burn, Angst

Setting: Post-Vento Aureo, Everyone Lives!AU, Post-PHF

Chapters: 1, 2, 3 , More to Come

Summary: Catching the eye of the new don of Passioné was the last thing a hitman like yourself wanted to do, but what's worse is that you capture the attention and hearts of five other men too. Along with trying to avenge your sister's death, as well as dealing with six lovesick men, how will you ever survive?

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Chapter 1

June 2003, Naples, Italy

Summer, the time of the year Giorno both loved and hated at the same time. Summer was great, mainly because he had summer vacation, allowing him to focus on running Passione during the next three months. However, he couldn’t find the heat enjoyable in the slightest. With the burning sun out at 11 in the morning already, he was regretting his decision to personally visit his favourite restaurant to collect the protection money. Heck, Bruno himself offered to do so, and so did countless other members of the mafia. But for some reason, he denied their offers to perform the task and headed there himself. It wasn’t like there was much danger anyways, few people knew the new don of Passione's face. He did however, bring along Sheila E. as his bodyguard, just to give Bruno peace of mind. The older man just wouldn’t stop insisting he bring someone along for his protection.

He was about halfway to the restaurant when a blur of [H/C] flew right by him and into the alleyway the two happened to pass. Fortunately, the Don recovered quickly enough to see a girl, perhaps not much older than him, pull open a door from the wall and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

“A stand user?” He wondered to himself under his breath. His interest in the passing stand user did not go by Sheila’s eyes as she tilted her head and looked up at the taller male.

“Is there anything you would need me to do, D- Giorno?” she asked, catching herself from addressing her boss by his title just in time. Giorno’s blue eyes shifted to the smaller female, and smiled gently.

“Not at the moment Sheila…Perhaps after we finish what we came here for, then we can look into that…incident,” he said. The girl nodded and resumed walking towards the restaurant.

After an hour or so, the duo walked out of the restaurant, stomachs full from the early lunch they just had, and headed to the alleyway they last saw the [H/C] girl disappear in.

“Sheila, I would like you to use your stand here, so we can figure out who that stand user was, or at least, their motives. It’s been two years, but new stand users are always an asset,” the blonde said. Wordlessly, the bodyguard nodded her head and withdrew her stand, Voodoo Child. Immediately, the stand got to work, furiously punching the wall and ground hard enough that it began to crack open. After a few moments, lips formed from the cracks and began to speak.

“Damn it, when the hell is that darn geezer gonna bank in my pay?! I took out the guy just like he asked me to!”

“Ah man, setting up house here is the worst idea…It’s got the worst view ever! I can barely tell evening from day in the mansion.”

“Ugh! Some assholes decided to spit in front of my doorstep! I swear if I catch them, I’ll beat them to death for it.”

Giorno held up his hand, and Sheila stopped the voices.

“Well, I wasn’t sure what I was hoping to find out, but at the very least it doesn’t seem like the user has left. Perhaps if we stay out here long enough, she should come out again. I would like to see how her stand works, it could be useful for the transportations team,” he said. Giorno then clapped his hands together and headed to leave the dim alleyway, his bodyguard trailing behind.

Upon reaching the Passione base, Giorno immediately called two men to keep watch over that particular alleyway, and to bring the stand user to him directly. It wasn’t much, but he was glad he trusted his intuition to go out this afternoon. After all, if his men succeed in locating and retrieving the stand user, Passione could only benefit from it.

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It was past two in the morning when you finally finished your job; exterminating a mole in some big business you barely cared for. The CEO paid you big bucks for it, and that was what mattered. You found it amusing how willing the rich and powerful are to go to such dirty means to prevent their secrets from getting out. Now, you were on your way down a street of Naples, heading towards your temporary hideout. Sure, you could simply set up your house any where you want, but the alleyway you chose was near one of your favourite restaurants, which was convenient.

Just as you were approaching the dark alleyway, you froze. There, sitting on a wall, was a man clothed in black, almost unnoticeable for someone who wasn’t trained to see in the dark. You backed up, holding your hands up in a fighting position, ready to defend yourself if necessary.

“Who are you and who sent you?” you demanded, trying to keep your voice level, as to not betray your feelings. Truth be told, you were nervous. Were you really that careless? Who in the world could have sent someone to catch you? Aside from those who related to those who were killed by your hands, you doubt you made many enemies. You were a paid hitman, and you always made sure to cover your tracks so people don’t come after you. So far, no one has traced the assassinations back to you, so who?

The man spoke soon enough, “The Don of Passione wants to recruit you. Consider this a personal invitation into the mafia. Lucky you, you don’t even have to pass a test.” You raised an eyebrow.

The Don of Passione? The new one? Last you heard, Passione changed bosses and the one leading the gang currently was a young man who took over the position as Don when he was only a teenager.

“What the hell does a mafioso want with me? Does he even know who I am?” you asked. The man jumped down from his position and sighed.

“Who knows. What he does know however, is that you may have a pretty useful stand he could have use for. I’m just carrying out orders. If you refuse to come with me, I’m more than willing to use force,” he said, arms crossed. You swallowed. You really had been careless. You completely forgot that there were bound to be other stand users roaming streets of Napoli, and of all people to catch sight of you using your stand, it had to be freaking Passione’s don?

You laughed, “If he thinks I’m going to comply so easily, he mustn’t have very good judgment.” With that, you pulled out your gun. As if you were going to reveal your stand this easily. If the don was that serious about recruiting you, he better had sent one of his best.

“Oh, sweetie, you really think that gun is going to protect you. If you’re a stand user, make it a stand fight!” yelled the man. From the corner of your eye, you saw light grey humanoid-ish shape seep into the pavement below you. Hurriedly you jumped back, your eyes scanning your surroundings, watching out for any signs of attack.

“It’s useless, miss. Once Penny Lane’s taken over any object, there’s no way of avoiding it,” the man calmly spoke. Just then, the concrete under your feet began to warp, slowly melting into a liquid form. Panicking, you searched for higher ground. You had to get off the concrete fast, and uncover his stand’s secret. Internally, you cursed. Of course, an offensive stand type user is sent to get you. Tonight, really wasn’t your night. The ground was rapidly turning to liquid and so were other things around you. If you didn’t get out of the stand’s range fast, you’d be trapped in the concrete.

“Well? Will you draw out your stand or will you keep trying to run through liquid cement?” taunted the man. You cursed under your breath. Well, if the gang member had shown his, you might as well right? So, you turned around, as quickly as you could, as your pants were caked in cement, which was drying fast.

“If I show you my stand you’ll stop right?” you asked, holding up your hands in surrender. The man nodded and you took a deep breath, allowing the light golden spirit to appear beside you. Its eyes were a blank white, and it appeared to be wearing a butler’s suit.

“This is Soul’s Mansion. It’s not a fighting type stand, so don’t worry about me trying to attack you. Now, will you stop this?” you asked as you let your stand disappear. The man shrugged and recalled his stand back. Unfortunately for you, you had made an error in your request. You had asked him to turn the cement back into concrete but had forgotten that you would be stuck ankle deep in the pavement. Flushing an angry red, you panicked.

“W-wait! Turn it back into liquid, I need to get out of here!”

The man raised his eyebrow, “And let you escape? Of course not. You don’t have to worry though; my partner will get you out of there. I hope to see you back at the base,” he called out as he turned to leave, leaving you stuck in the concrete. Just as he left, a woman of significant height walked towards you from the other side of the road.

“It’s a shame it ended so quickly. I was really enjoying seeing your panicked expression. Anyways, as per the boss’s orders, let’s you take you back, shall we?” she said with a smile, her light blue eyes twinkling under the dark sky. You swallowed thickly as you stared up at the woman, a deep feeling of dread pooling in your stomach.

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A/N: I thought I'd just drop this lol. I was too impatient, and it'll be one thing less on my mind while I work on the other requests. Feedback and questions are greatly appreciated! So are likes and reblogs!

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[taraknowless]

Finally watched S4 QOTS and couldn't agree more with your post about it. 1 thing i struggled to understand was Theresa & Eddie, even as a Jeresa shipper i'll admit the sex scenes were on fire but i found most of their scenes off and i not sure why. You state "I appreciate what the writers wanted to tell with that SL (and it was kinda just a big love letter to Jeresa, because now we got proof that ain’t nobody compares to James") Could you expand on these thoughts about proof of Jeresa.. James.

Sure, thanks for finding my thoughts even slightly interesting haha!

So far on the show, Teresa had three major love interests (sorry, Malta guy, you’re out!): Guero, James and Eddie. 

Guero represented her past. He was the love of her life and he always wanted a better life for her (I honestly quite loved his character #GueroDefenseSquadAssemble). So much so that he would’ve never accepted Teresa as the ‘Queen’. He never wanted that for her. He dreamed about running away with her, about having a regular life with her. And Teresa wanted that as well - still wants it to a degree (see Eddie), but she also got thrown into this life and now, the only way is up and I think in S4, she has come to really realize that. The Teresa that waltzed around the sheets with Guero and dreamed about running away to Spain with him belongs in the past - Teresa knows that, I don’t think Guero ever truly wanted to realize that. I also believe that Guero’s betrayal was too much to forgive for her after all.  This is where Eddie comes in - he caters to the side of her that still wants a regular, normal life. Her and Eddie only ‘worked’ because he had no idea what she did. Guero and James were too entangled in everything and I think Teresa never fully wanted to give in to her ‘Queen’ side - and isn’t that the entire story of the show? Teresa moving up while struggling to keep her humanity? Now with Eddie, she wanted to give herself a shot at a normal relationship, but quickly realized that she just can’t separate these two. Hell, she had a hitman coming after her while she was on a cute getaway with Eddie! He’s not part of her life and Teresa is too much of a good person to keep endangering him so she broke it off. James, however, was there with her from day one. He doesn’t know past Teresa. He only knows the current one. He watched her grow and struggle and blossom into the woman (yuck, Jesus, I’m feeling extra sappy today lol) become the HBIC she is today. And along the way, they managed to form a really strong emotional bond. He’s all the way in despite knowing how dangerous this life can be. I mean, he just came back all sweaty and bleeding to protect her. This man is a keeper.

So long story short: Eddie was her try at a normal life, but the problem is that he never knew the real Teresa. She hid a big part from her life from him while she never had to hide anything from James. 

(Also, about “but i found most of their scenes off and i not sure why”, it’s because Eddie was bland af.)

#queen of the south #qots #janina talks qots #hope that made sense haha! #anon #replies #jeresa

[thatsmylog]

#langley kirkwood #mike figueroa #jonah lotan #sydney hall #bjorn steinbach #generation kill #hbo war #hitman two three appreciation post #part episode seven bomb in the garden #callsign victor Brief Moments Of Happiness #no shirt sherlock #thank you boys for that #lovell's FACE #steiny: that was cool #me: augh cinnamon roll feels intensifies <3<3<3 #his little wave

[septiembrre]

Upon rewatching last night’s episode and knowing what to expect, I’m loving so many details in it. In some regards, I’m giving the show snaps and saying, yeah this is the detail I always want. Haha, we’re going to overlook that Beth ordered a hit on Rio twice last night. 

I never promised to take off my shipper googles, okay?!

I have come around on the hitman character and I appreciate that the nature of Beth and Rio’s relationship was obvious to him despite how fucking terrible it is right now. I hope he reveals what tipped him off. What did he observe about Rio’s business ops with the girls that flagged it? Inquiring minds want to know!!!

Before the episode, I was convinced the hitman was working for Rio, or ended up going to Rio and disclosing the hit. Now I don’t think he’s working for Rio... I think Rio’s putting this together because of how obsessive he is about unpacking Beth and her chess moves (or he has a Beth space (her house or her work) bugged, which I mean circles back to how obsessive he is). There’s too many indicators that point to Rio being in the know. 

I love that he’s this super suave, ridiculously bougie crime boss and Beth’s a Junior League mom, three-time winning mini-muffin champion, and 1. he knows to not underestimate her and 2. these two idiots are locked in this stalemate. I stan. 

Additional points of note:

- Rio’s little grin at Beth’s celebratory dance of his murder. Sometimes I wonder if Rio still likes her, because he’s so exhausted by Beth this season. But, I think at that moment he unwittingly did. Despite his better judgment, he continues to be charmed by her. Oh, my boy. 

- Rio and Beth back in her kitchen!!!! 

- Rio is no longer waiting for her outside in the Mercedes, making Beth leave her groceries to rot on her front porch or wherever.  #Growth. Instead, he’s inside her house again, with her, for the first time this season. This time there’s so little furniture/stuff to look at it, but still so telling and I love that it percolates thoughts as to where her money is going. 

- I thought that Rio would return her shit? I really thought at some point he’d give it back to Beth. I didn’t realize he was expecting her to have bought (some) new things. But like, duh - that makes sense with how much of a nester Beth is. Of course, he would think she would spiral into buying things for the kids and repopulating the house. I wonder about his thought process as he moved through the space. I also APPRECIATE THAT HE WENT INTO HER BEDROOM all solito. Bitter, no doubt. But, also probably in his feelings about that day, about how Dean’s shit is back in that room. Ohhhh, my boy. 

- Everything’s so different, but I loved the call back to the pilot and their first meeting. I love the return of S1 hoodie. So many callbacks to a better time! I love it, but it also prompted me to have a lot of feelings at the state of things now. 

- That being said I loved how tired Rio was during in the car wash scene. Our guy (and our girl) are so tired and done with each other. Rio’s tired in this scene because he knows Beth so well and he knows she’s scheming against him, and he’s not here for it (little does he know...). 

- “Unkillable. Unhuman.” Hahaha. I don’t overall approve of the dehumanizing Rio, but I did find this funny. If we have to suffer this hitman storyline, I do love that he continues to resurrect on Beth. 

- Ruby and Annie finally hearing that there was a round two. 

- Beth’s comment about how Rio only drops by on her. 

- “Jilted lovers”

- “Crime of passion”

- “Your lover enjoys a two-hour omakase lunch every Friday. He never misses it.” LOVER!!! Foodie!Rio!!!! Bougie-af Rio. Like who has a two hour (solo?) lunch? I stan. 

- Rio plays tennis every Tuesday. 

- Rio SPEAKING SPANISH. You see - all I had to do was write that post and the gods of Good Girls heard me and made it happen. If only they would hear my other requests :’) 

- Beth throwing and breaking something at Rio’s establishment for once. Yes, queen.

- Rio being a little shit in the pool scene and then getting one-upped by Beth. Rio definitely thought her throwing the pool ball was hot. 

- Beth having won the state mini-muffin competition for the past three years. Honestly, she should be on GBBO. Can we get a crossover next season for levity? Rio can eat all of her practice bakes and they can work through their feelings week by week. At the end, when Beth makes it to the championship, he can be featured in her segment about her support network, jaja, perhaps with relationship ~unlabeled? 

Noel voice: “Beth is a brilliant mother of four. She certainly gets plenty of feedback regarding her bakes from her children. Beth is also an entrepreneur and enjoys a supportive working relationship with her business partner Rio. Since entering the competition, they have adjusted their work schedule so that they take off every Tuesday afternoon, so Beth can experiment with next week's recipes.” *shots of Beth baking in the Boland kitchen. Rio sampling an award-winning muffin* ahhh! Then, Rio (+ Ruby and Annie) can go to the picnic with all of their kids, and talk about how proud they are of her. 

I mean, yes? Okay, enough of this enormous GBBO digression. 

- “I was bored.” I love this admission. I think some folks in the fandom are hurt by this because it is in direct reference to her relationship with Rio. But, Beth wasn’t going to admit she grew huge, wild feelings for the crime boss to a stranger.  She can barely admit it to herself. She can’t admit it to the crime boss in question. Nor can she admit it to the people she is closest to in life. This admission that boredom/frustration/numbness are key motivators for Beth - I loved it. And Rio knows those motivators. He gets it. It calls back the “Did they suck your soul out yet?” comment from the end of Season 2. As much as Rio was trying to belittle her to Mick later in the episode, he still knows she’s smart, talented, and capable and he hates it/loves it. 

- Beth: “Story of my life [...] missed opportunities.” My heart hurts for her. 

There are definitely more moments that I enjoyed.  I overall liked this episode. But, obviously what hurts my heart the most is that Beth said the hitman could pull the trigger on Rio, twice. I don’t know what to do with that, in combination with the show clearly exploring how impactful Beth and Rio’s relationship was/is. 

On some level, there’s a juxtaposition of S1/S2!Brio to now!Brio, and the juxtaposition shows that Rio doesn’t mean enough to Beth right now to not kill him. That really hurts me personally. But, the discussions of what once was also brings up again how much there still is, festering, unresolved. 

The hitman saying that crimes of passion~ always yield to someone regretting it feels like foreshadowing. The point is: Rio isn’t going to die, he will not be killed off the show. So, Beth is changing her mind and I’m wondering what is going to do that so quickly? I’m assuming the hitman is going to put her on the schedule for the next week or the week after. Unfortunately, despite the potential for the reversal of the hitman storyline... soon? (jajaja, I mean who am I kidding? I thought it was going to be over episodes ago. It could have been strung out to Episode 16 with the way things are handled right now), I don’t think we’re going to get it this Sunday. 

Another point of hope - as others have voiced - is that Beth still can’t kill Rio herself. She already HAS shot Rio and it speaks to me that she can’t do it again. 

I feel like my head is spinning with Season 3 content. I’m excited to write in this new canon-verse over the hiatus. I’m just crossing my fingers that the hiatus isn’t FOREVER. 

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