#The Illest Villain ⚜︎ { Main Verse }

[puckish-rogue]

it was funny how spending the night with django could leave maddie so well rested. no matter how late they stayed up and no matter how long they went for , she always woke up happier and energized. he really was great for her mood and that made everyone's lives around her much easier. funny how she was so blind to it herself , too busy living in her own little world to notice.

he had a way of making her so sweet. running her fingers through his hair as they laid lazily in bed together. maddie leaned in to kiss him over and over and over again , pressing her body against his. she was on the verge of getting carried away again before there was a switch. her fingers gripped at his hair roughly , pulling his head back to put an end to all the fun. the action triggered by the unwelcomed mental reminder that she was on a time crunch. “ i've got church. ” she pouted.

Unprompted (Sort of) || Always Accepting

Never in his life would Django have imagined himself feeling this happy—this peaceful, really—with another person. Seldom few gangsters have ever experienced romance that wasn't purely transactional, or with an insane amount of adultery that could make even a fictional mafioso blush from the embarrassment of it all. The fact that Django of all people could lose himself in the warmth and comfort of Maddie's presence made him all the more grateful to be able to share this connection with her. Something that he would dare not take for granted.

He adored being with her. So much so that he didn't mind having to sneak around and keep their relationship a bit hush hush from those who may speak out against their love (COUGHCOUGHher dadCOUGHCOUGH). As the two lay in bed together, his eyes completely transfixed on Maddie with a look of adoration and an almost religious devotion, Django can't help but smile. It's not his typical Hollywood grin that could lure everyone's attention away from some A-list celebrity. It was sweeter. A bit sillier. The kind of smile that could warm your heart because you knew he felt so excited in the moment.

" Have I ever told you how insanely gorgeous you are? " he would ask during a brief pause of their embrace before immediately resuming. There's something to be said of the sudden transition from these sweet kisses that the two would share, to Django's sudden desire to stick his tongue into Maddie's pretty little mouth. He would suddenly find his hand trailing down her body, all the way towards her lower back—helping Maddie nudge herself even closer till the couple had themselves pressed up against each other.

With excitement having been built up considerably, and his mind practically SCREAMING at him to go another round, Django is more than ready to make his proposal before the sudden pulling of his hair derails that horny train of thought, leaving him in a brief state of confusion. That is until Maddie reminds him of her family plans.

Ah, that's unfortunate. His expression turns to one of disappointment, looking like a dog who was about to experience some horrendous separation anxiety. That is until a light bulb goes off.

" Y'know, babe, I could always just go to church with ya. I got a priest outfit lying around somewhere. I'm a thousand percent sure it'll work like a charm. "

@crimestruck

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

Lore Dump: The Chairmen

Note: The Chairmen is a concept that I've been playing around with in my head for some time now, and was made in order to expand on my own interpretation of the SR universe given that the original series has been done with for some time now. I would also like to clarify that while this is going to be a somewhat brief summary and work off of vague ideas, please expect this post to be expanded upon at some point in the future once I've fleshed out more ideas. Additionally, I would also like to encourage anyone reading this, who may be interested in having crossover threads with The Boss and my version of SR, to incorporate The Chairmen in one way or another if that's something that happens to interest you. All I ask is for you to talk to me about these ideas, and to just have fun with it.

Many decades ago, during what some may consider the golden age of organized crime, a handful of gang leader's—all fairly powerful in their own right—had come together inside of a bar in order to discuss growing concerns they had over the state of the criminal underworld. Not only had it become quite hard to maintain their respective businesses, what with the increased presence of law enforcement cracking down on seemingly anything they did. But the need to adapt to an ever-changing world had led to many of them questioning just how long they could keep their very young empires afloat.

So, after what seemed to be hours worth of discussions, and several rounds of drinks, these men had all come to the conclusion that if any of them were to pursue their lofty ambitions, it would be wise of them to set aside whatever differences they may have and work together. This would prove itself to be mutually beneficial not only in the sense of strength by numbers, but connections, profits, and most of all an increase in power would skyrocket as well.

The Chairmen is what they would name themselves later on in life as they began to amass more and more into their fold. To the point where, if you truly wanted to let the world know how big of a deal you were, then you'd do best to get yourself an invitation to their Board of Directors. Something which only the most noteworthy of gang leader's even have the slightest change of making it on to.

While The Chairmen aren't considered a group that oversees the entirety of the criminal underworld and all who operate within it. They are quite the dominant force, with connections deep within certain spaces such as politics, business, law enforcement, and so on. Most people on the board will do just about anything to expand the legacy they have built off of from decades prior. Others are simply happy to be in a comfortable position that allows them to play around with the power they wield. In any case, they are an extremely dangerous faction with the resources to back them up. And if you were to somehow interfere with their work, well, let's just say it wouldn't be the first time they've completely erased a person's existence in the world.

A Few Facts about The Chairmen:

They are structured similarly to the way a conglomerate is. At the very top are the Board of Directors, which consists of every major gang leader who has proven themselves and earned a seat on the board. Each member of the Board has their gang act as a parent company, which brings in revenue from whatever businesses are done under it. Below the parent companies are small gangs that are considered subsidiaries. They are heavily monitored and must pay a large tribute in order to remain within The Chairmen's proverbial safety net.

Subsidiaries have the potential to earn a seat on the Board in several different ways. The following are just some; impressing the Board of Directors, replacing a previous member of the Board either by their firing or total destruction, arguing for a position, and so on.

The Board of Directors are, more or less, in a neutral alliance with one another. No member will interfere with the work of another unless it is to provide assistance of some kind. However, provided assistance must be repaid at some point or another. Failure to do so will result in the member who had requested the help to be punished in some fashion.

Bi monthly "business retreats" are the main way in which The Chairmen gather together as a whole in order to discuss what may be going on in their respective ventures, and with the world at large. Outside of that, they are more than welcome to keep in contact with anyone they wish to.

The current iteration of the Board of Directors is more than 5 but less than 15.

Members of the Board reside from different parts of the world and are wildly different than what the group considers their "founding fathers".

Some have kept up with the antics of the 3rd Street Saints for far longer than The Boss currently realizes.

[puckish-rogue]

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches? ( chiyo vc: for no particular reason haha… )

𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .|| Accepting

[TXT]: uhhh what kind are we talking about [TXT]: I know basic shit when it comes to clothes if that's what you're wondering [TXT]: otherwise if ya got a gash in your arm that needs to be fixed, I'd recommend going to a hospital instead of texting me (●´⌓`●)

@quietlyblooms

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

Newscast #1

" Breaking news coming right out of Los Angeles, California, as police are currently investigating the murder of a local attorney, Michael Hayden, who was seemingly thrown out the window of his Beverly Hills penthouse. Reporter Daniel Stevens has been following the story all day, and is now live with the details tonight. Daniel, would this have any connection to the string of high profile killings from the past several weeks? "

Footage cuts to a man in his early 30's standing some feet away from the active investigation. A crowd of onlookers can be seen just to the side of him. What isn't shown is just how big that crowd actually is. Whatever happened here seems to have brought out a good chunk of LA's most curious.

" Thank you, Charlie. " Daniel responds. " As of now, there is no evidence to connect Hayden's murder to the series of killings that have been popping up over the last two months. However, from talking to several neighbors, it would seem to be that most are under the impression that Hayden might have had some sort of gang-affiliation given the company he would bring over to his home. Whether any of these individuals may have had a hand in the man's demise is anyone's guess. Though, one thing that most investigators seem to agree on is this; whoever may be at fault was clearly trying to send a message given the brazenness of this act. "

What follows next is a series of interviews with different eyewitnesses, all recounting the moment in which they saw Michael Hayden's body get thrown out a window, and land right onto the pavement below. Some note having heard what seemed to be gunshots prior to the crash. Others mention seeing a large man drive off on a motorcycle just a few minutes after. None could make out any distinguishing features other than his stature.

Before you know it, they've wrapped up their main story and gone off into some other bullshit about traffic jams, the weather, or local events occurring this week. However, this doesn't meant that the story won't continue to be talked about. In fact, other outlets seem to have picked up on it given the connection it seems to have with at least eight other slayings that have occurred since the start of the new year; most of them dealing with other poor schmucks who may or may not have had ties to organized crime.

Truthfully, none of this shit is going to matter in the long run. At least not for the man who committed these heinous acts. They were simply jobs to gain favor with certain people who could help him out with those BIG plans of his. And who knows, maybe they could blossom into beautiful friendships. I mean, let's be real here, it's gonna be a major pain in the ass to do anything when you've got several different world governments breathing down your neck.

Oh, well. Such is life when you're the world's most popular boy...

[puckish-rogue]

" Anyone ever notice how the Weather Channel has straight up bangers for their storm alerts? It's like some RPG boss music. Crazy. "

[puckish-rogue]

" Close your eyes~ "

Without hesitation, he decides to go in for the kill. Her chin would be cupped in his hand, bringing it just a bit closer to his face as he leans in to plant a very sweet and tender kiss on Eden's lips. However, being the villainous man that he is—who takes much delight in being a shithead. The Boss decides to take things just a step further and let his tongue slip out. Whoops! Guess he must be feeling exceptionally excited.

─「エデン」─  the word extra caught her attention, just as much as the promise of her getting what she wanted and the trailblazer scooted closer to him like a puppy being beckoned by her favorite treats. her head tilted slightly as she looked up at him, hopeful glint presented in those GOLDEN hues.

                " something extra ? "

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

Partnerships within the world of organized crime aren't exactly as uncommon as one would imagine. For every gang leader who thinks too highly of themselves—to the point where the idea of siding with one of your contemporaries comes across more as a personal insult, rather than a decent suggestion—you'll find another who is more than happy to make some sort of arrangement between the two of you. That is provided they hold up their end of the bargain.

But ah, such is the way when it comes to the life of a criminal. Friends can turn into enemies one day, enemies become friends the next. It's maddening, isn't it? The thought alone could drive a man to insane levels of paranoia. Though, thankfully, the Boss hasn't succumb to such fears. At least not yet. However, you can't exactly blame the guy for feeling the slightest bit of nerves given his past. Oh how he prays that his third in-flight cocktail helps him regain his composure.

" Note to self; buy Mirage the nicest bottle of booze you can find. "

About a week prior, an incredibly tall, well-dressed man who went by the name of Mirage, had made contact with the Saints; requesting to speak to the Boss in order to offer up an alliance of sorts. Thoroughly impressed by the massive balls on this guy, the Boss let Mirage speak his case. Eventually the two would come to the conclusion that it would be best to discuss the matter further back in Mirage's home base of Naples, Italy. A trip that the Boss was more than ready to take care of himself, until Mirage had surprised him with his very own private jet to pick him up.

It was not lost on the Saint that Mirage was going out of his way to effectively wine and dine his ass. And truth be told, it was absolutely working on him. The level of comfort he felt was unlike anything he's ever experienced before when it came to such dealings. Yet, the ever lingering concern that this was all an elaborate ruse in order to get the jump on him did not seem to go away. It was frustrating to say the least. But he knew it came from somewhere all too real.

Sunbeams — To be played as the plane lands on a private runway at the Naples International Airport

The light from the morning sun had just begun to spread across the city of Naples. It was a gorgeous thing to behold after several hours of heading across the Atlantic with nothing to see. Had Mirage timed this flight in order for the Boss to get the perfect bird's eye view? Can't say for certain. But he for sure wouldn't doubt it.

As the plane finally lands onto the tarmac, the Boss takes a moment to settle down and prepare himself for whatever may come from this meeting. For all he knew, this could either wind up as his first large scale gang war outside of the United States, or be the start of a strong, powerful, and very dangerous alliance.

To say he wasn't just the slightest bit excited about either outcome would be a complete and utter lie.

" Good morning! It's great to finally see you again. "

@killerhubby

[puckish-rogue]

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .

[TXT]: please!!!! you know I'm dogshit when it comes to being sneaky!!! [TXT]: besides [TXT]: why would I ask anyone else to help me? [TXT]: there's not a single person alive or dead who can compare to you [TXT]: you're the coolest, strongest, most radiant kunochi ever!!!! [TXT]: so could you find it in your heart to take pity on a poor buffoon like me and help him out? (;﹏;)

@megitsuneko

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

" Just a quick heads up, but I'd recommend y'all pay attention to wherever you get your news. Let's just say that the Met Gala's gonna have a real mess on their hands pretty soon. "

[puckish-rogue]

" The fuck is up with people on the Internet talkin' about how they want me to break their spine? Y'all need help! Oh yeah, I'm sure you'd love it if I went and snapped you in half like a fuckin' Kit-Kat. I bet you'd moan too. "

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

" You know, I never really thought of how true the phrase 'good things come to those who wait' even was until the start of our little comeback. Oh, man. I was feelin' like a real impatient boy for all those months. But lo and behold! We're finally back t' doing what we love, and business is booming! So I guess that begs the question; are you interested in rollin' with us again? "

@xamassed // Starter Call

[puckish-rogue]

" So this is what ya do in your free time... " he exclaims. Never has he seen a garden this well-kept, or even this stunning in all his years. Then again, men like himself don't really spend much time in these sorts of places. It almost feels wrong of him to be allowed entry into an environment this beautiful and this serene—as if one single touch from him would poison all surrounding plant life.

" How come you're letting me see this? " It is a question born out of confusion. A need to know—to understand why Mia has granted him access to somewhere that felt this sacred.

@attroxx

[puckish-rogue]

A quick grunt is all he gives as a response before handing Io a clipboard to sign. He understands the idea that some questions are best left unanswered. To uncover that sort of knowledge would only lead him into a world that he was ill-prepared to handle. And yet the Boss would wager that compared to any ordinary schmuck, he of all people had at least a better chance at surviving anything regarding the cult. Don't they know he's already murdered a voodoo priest? That at least gives him an extra 20 percent!

" Makes sense. They're the ones who're most likely to come in t' try whatever they can get their hands on. College kids wanting to contact the dead, some poor desperate soul thinking a love potion might work on their crush, or nerds who take their LARP sessions a bit too seriously. That's where the big money is. Cater to them and y'all don't have to worry about making rent. "

The Boss flashes Io a thumbs up before getting to work on those boxes. " I could go for a good luck charm if y'all have any in stock. Might give some of the people in my life peace of mind. "

"𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 need the answers to," is Io's near-immediate response, holding out her hand for whatever it is that needs to be signed. Considering she's in charge of most of the logistics as well as sales and general management, she knows there's a delivery due. She also knows just who Vali's hired to make said delivery. Not who she would have preferred, but hey. If it all got here in one piece and without trouble, then all the better.

"Though really, the wannabes are some of our best customers," she adds, since there's no one else in the store to really hear her at the moment. And if she's honest, at least these 'wannabes' aren't a bunch of hypocrites like she knows ones in the old days were.

Funny how much people tended to complain about something because they couldn't do it themselves.

"Ya can just leave the boxes in front of the counter. I'll get 'em in the back once the big boss has a look at 'em."

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

" Was thinking about skipping on the Halloween parties this year and focusing on something that'll really get people scared. Y'know, like committing arson. "

[puckish-rogue]

" Y'all think CBS would make an exception for a guy on the FBI's Most Wanted list so he could compete on Survivor? "

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

For a man who was apparently going to be taking a much subtler approach when it came to his line of work, the Boss seemed to have no qualm in being out in the open just lazing about. Of course, he would argue that the past few weeks of murking dudes to gain the trust of several different criminal organizations took a lot out of him. So what's the harm in taking up an entire public bench to lie on and listen to music? As he would say " Murdering people is pretty strenuous if ya ask me. Some real blue collar stuff, don'tcha think? " or whatever bullshit he could come up with on the spot.

" You and meeeee—We used to be together. Every day together, alwaaaays. " And cue the half-assed mumbling of a No Doubt song. " Don't speak! You better not fuckin' speak! Somethin', somethin', don't tell me cause it hurts, bitch. "