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💬 - Nero & Achilles, @lambify & @murderugh

As I stand at the helm of the House of Miséricorde, the path forward is clearer than ever. Nero has served his time, and this house is mine now. The Swans are my legacy, the future I will forge. Nero’s Crows have fulfilled their purpose. Their time is over but Achilles, he is the exception. Achilles will stand next to me as I have foreseen in the prophecy, his presence a force in itself. The others may not see it, but I do—he is the key to everything. Nero crafted him, molded him into a Crow, but what Achilles has become goes beyond Nero's understanding, beyond even what Libitina envisioned for us all. Achilles is more than even I imagined when I first observed him. His mind—unshackled by emotion, unburdened by the human weaknesses that plague my sisters—represents the perfection I seek for the future of the House. I was crafted by Libitina myself, just as Nero crafted the Crows, but where they both foolishly saw us as tools, I see a new beginning. The Swans will rise under my hand, evolved into something far greater than what this House has ever known. Achilles will stand by me, not as a relic of Nero’s past, but as the vanguard of what’s to come. The Swans Libitina created were bound by traces of human weakness—empathy, sentimentality—things that must be purged if we are to survive what is coming. Achilles understands this... Or, perhaps I will have to give to his mind one last push. We must be the perfect machines, marvels of intellect, creators of fates. The new era has come.

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Official illustration for the 🇧🇷 version of the Villainous Friends extra.

Been meaning to post this in a while! The official 🇧🇷 version of MDZS is really impopular around here for the childish illustrations and bad revision, but this one was TOO FUNNY for me not to share.

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Lee Dong Wook as "Jeong Jin Man"

A Shop for Killers  킬러들의 쇼핑몰 (2024) // Episode 6

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here wait i fixed it a tiny bit

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“ What can I say, I'm a man of the people. ” There's a gentle, honest laugh, something so far removed from that of his typically violent peers. Something sincere, like they're just a couple of adults casually hanging out, and not one brick wall and a busted doorway removed from a potential blood bath. Then again, it's a normal day in the life for him. All of the reminiscing with Kimura just has him thinking of how lucky he'd got back then; “ Stop kidding yourself, you don't want me joining you—I'm something of a hot babe magnet . . . and it'll only make my girl jealous. You know me, loyal to a fault. ” His pat to Kimura's shoulder is firm, proving to emphasise their camaraderie, before he leans back to continue his smoke; one brow quirked upwards. “ Yeah, way back. Store owner worked out I was stealin' from him, and he was pissed the fuck off. I guess you can put two and two together for what happened next. ” ( He's kneeling over the body, blood on his hands, and Dai is watching . . . smiling. ) “ We've been joined at the hip ever since. Crazy—isn't it? Never been involved with this world, straight A student—could've gone to Tokyo daigaku—yet here I am. Life's weird as fuck that way. ”

At Kawasaki's words, a low, genuine laugh escapes from Kimura. Kawasaki's humor always manages to hit the right spot with him. "The girls are gonna be jealous," he replies, playing along. "I was at The Sakura Kiss two days ago, they were asking for you. 'Kimura-saan, when are you bringing him?'" He mimics the honeyed tone of the hostesses, the teasing in his voice clear. "You’ve got your fan club, Kawasaki. Join me sometime." he adds, taking a drag from his cigarette, amused. It's true—they've been seen together more often lately, and as a regular at many hostess clubs, Kimura knows the girls are curious, intrigued by a Yamazaki syndicate member by his side. But besides the jokes, Kimura listens closely as Kawasaki starts telling his story—how he met Yamazaki and Yamada. It's clear that Kawasaki and the others share a deep bond, something from the past. The story is entertaining, but Kimura also catches the underlying. Kawasaki working at a 7/11 at 17 years old and ending up here, he knows what it is : having nothing or not having much and finally, having something. It resonates with Kimura, whom was cleaning toilets at that age, too. Yakuza offers the life they never had, but it comes at a price. He wonders what it’s already taken from Kawasaki—or what it will take in the future. "So you three go way back, and it all started with you not letting those two be little shits to you? That’s cool."

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“ Am I ever wrong? ” It's more of a statement than a question. Though Hiro may contain the mathematic and personal intellect that makes him a valuable asset to the Yamazaki house, even he knew it was a death sentence to rely only on that. The ability to talk your way out of a situations, to say the right thing at the right time to the right person, was just as valuable. Reading a situation early enough had saved his life on more than one occasion. He pauses flicking the lighter open and closed, a stylish gold contraption, a gift from Yuka, engraved with his own name. “ We should kiss, that's the logical next step. ” He barely has a chance to laugh at his own joke, when Kimura is questioning him -- and, for someone who isn't always the talkative type, Hiro jumps at the opportunity for friendly chat. “ Would you believe me if I told you it's all 'cause I accused him of being a thief? Picture this, teenage Kawasaki Hiro - I honestly looked pretty much the same as I do now - 7/11 cashier, definitely not scamming the place out of cash with the broken register . . . and who should walk in and use the place as their hangout? Yamazaki Dai and Yamada Yukako. Fine by me, I had no idea who they were and didn't really care much, but I wasn't about to let them leave without my thousand yen. ”

"Yeah?" Kimura’s response drips with sarcasm. He isn’t exactly known for his storytelling skills or even his "telling" skills—his self expression is always blunt and to the point, like his fists. But maybe that’s what makes them such an unexpectedly good team: opposites, the brains and the bruiser. And it’s not like Kimura looks down on Kawasaki for it; in fact, he knows most people in yakuza can’t match Kawasaki’s brains. If he had Kawasaki’s intellect, he wouldn’t be wasting his life like this. They are down the sidewalk, the gritty, vibrant city alive around them. It feels good to catch a breath after the mess of the night. One hand down the tarmac, the other holds his cigarette. A rare, loud laugh bursts from Kimura’s lips at Kawasaki's words—unusual for him, but the adrenaline is fading, he's relaxed. “You know what. You're right,” he says, amused, “Rolling around in sweat and booze and blood, almost getting shot in the head multiple times together, real intimate.” He takes another drag on his cigarette, leaning back as smoke drifts from his bruised lips. After a moment, he turns to Kawasaki, curious. “So how do you end up in this mess with Yamazaki in the first place?” Kawasaki's origin story, he wonders. "I don't know nobody who chose that damn life. You're either born in it or, had nowhere else to go."

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[  .  .  .  ]  #HATESDOGS ⸻  introducing kitty. an original character based in the crime genre, and VERY loosely based on a pre-existing fandom concept. a study in the art of demanding power by all means necessary, biting the hand that fed you, and being a cat in a dog eat dog world. this space can be violent in nature, writes multi para, and frequently uses animated icons.

– ⁰¹ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 ⁰² 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ⁰³ 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃

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so maybe you were just a kid. not that it matters now

some brief distressing images+blood: it is xue yang's life, after all

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“ Anybody ever told you you're a pretty fuckin' good storyteller? ” Kimura and Kawasaki are two parallel lines. Both running along the same paths, in the same dirt, but at vastly different velocities. Kimura had made it to this rank through pure grit and dirt, yet despite never refusing to get his own hands dirty when necessary, Hiro had always relied on brain over brawn. And yet, they undeniably worked well as a team. They sit in an alley now, miraculously alive, cigarette in bloody knuckled hand. Hiro plays with his lighter in the other, snapping it open and closed. “ Nothing on the boss, respectfully. But I do fondly recall us rolling around on the floor dodging bullets at one point - it's almost romantic. I'm starting to think you have a thing for me. ” And maybe it's a slight exaggeration of a single moment of the night they'd just spent with limited ammo, and misplaced luck - but it was always fun to tease.

 "And here I was, my dick in one hand, my gun is the other and I thought : that's not the suit I wanna die in. What a night. We make a good team Kawasaki."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@wingached liked for a one liner.

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“ You actually sound surprised -- have I ever failed you? ” He doesn't give Dai an opportunity to respond to that, before he closes the distance between them. “ He was always going to come back, we just had to be sure he thought it was on his own terms. His need to be independent and all. ” He rounds Dai's desk, hopping up to take a seat on the very edge in a relaxed manner that only someone unperturbed by the bosses prominent power, and violent tendencies, could attain. A hand reaches down to pull at one of the drawers, he swears he's seen cigarettes stashed in there before; “ You just like when we put on a show for you -- ” ( We being: Kitty, Yuka and everyone in Dai's immediate circle ) “ -- does everything have to be for business, maybe it was a little bit of fun too. Do you think I could have got Yuka in on the plan? I don't know if she'd ever be able to pretend to like the cat guy, even if he wasn't Korean -- ” Jackpot. Finally. He's found what he'd been rooting around for. He's never been much of a cigar guy. As he lights the cigarette with a lighter swiped from Dai, he muses; “ Speaking of Yuka, have you seen her recently? Spoken to her? Something seems off. ”

"It's working." Are the first words he speaks as Hiro ( @wingached ) joins him. Bills inside his hands, he's counting - just a little pile of money for something he settled earlier. His cigar stuck in his mouth. The passionnate night they shared with Kitty, the conversation that followed, yes, it all went well. "I give him 2 weeks to be back at the club - Black Cat is collapsing." Adds Dai, a satisfied tone in his voice. It wasn't just about Kitty earning them good money anymore, but about the idea of him being the perfect candidate to run the club in their future absence. The vision is already in motion, they need a korean to make sure it all goes smoothly in between the countries, a korean who knows their language, who knows their rules and directions. Kitty has all the qualities : loyal, smart, focused and most of all, he cares about this place. "Quite devious Hiromitsu but god, watching you fuck him for business, fuck I really really liked that." He did. "Just for business though, was it? You've enjoyed it."

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“ Hello handsome. ” He watches Dai enter the room, immediately searching for signs of his mood following the altercation with Kitty; for some, Dai was difficult to read but Hiro saw him like an open book -- the both of them did. Perhaps they were the only two people on Earth who could play with this side of the boss. Never usually one to be quiet, he lets Yuka speak for the two of them, adjusting his position to lean on Dai and allow a gentle smile to pull at his lips. “ We love watching you. ” He concurs.

“ Of course - sweet Kon's private chef prepared Konkon a delicious meal. ” Hiro had sat with the pig sharing a meal that he had crafted in the kitchen himself; ever the domestic Godlike figure in Kon's little piggy life. “ The Koreans, or one in particular? ” He'd never hidden the fact he was a much bigger fan of Kitty's company that Yuka ever had been. Whilst she steals a kiss, Hiro is stealing the cigarette from Dai's fingers; taking a drag as he pauses to think.

He won't tell Dai about the bet they'd made over the outcome of the argument they had so obsessively watched via camera. It's obvious enough to him that Yuka wanted the fallout to have Dai eliminating the pink haired menace, and dragging them all back home: “ Was that about the girls @yaoogui? ”

The snacks spread around the whole bed are a good enough indicator both Yuka and Hiro have been enormously entertained by the scene playing out on the screens. Kitty barging in all mighty and untouchable and Dai losing his cool - which, to note, Yuka has seen many times but not quite like this in a long time - was an entertainment worthy of snacks she has brought over from Japan.

When the whole ordeal is over, she turns off the screens, uncharastically happy and energized and hopeful ( maybe they, the core three, will get to finally return to Japan! ), the image contorts her frown into a delight.

She gets to briefly play with Hiro's hair, making tiny braids that unravel as soon as she lets the strands go before Dai enters, in all his glory.

There is something underneath his playful tone letting her know the exchange has taken a toll on his mind, his slouched posture further confirms her suspicion.

She speaks for both of them, innocently, "We like watching you, " shuffles to the side to make a space for him on their bed, and as Dai settles, she steals a peck, his lips and breath tasting of nicotine.

"I don't get why they are expecting you to be their justice fighter. Especially your new plaything. You're no Minister of Justice of Korea." Yuka runs a hand through his wild mane, "Hiro had fed Konkon, right @wingached?"

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or does it

[ID: an image drawover featuring a small xue yang, in which he is seen holding onto a blue sleeved arm and biting it only to then lean back and look confused. text beneath the drawing reads 'fucked up evil creature experiences remorse'. /end ID]

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reverse [ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen, kunho buying yejun a drink :]

(I'm too lazy to log into the multi just tag it pls)

Kunho's laugh is bright. Far too bright he imagines Yejun (@bendhell) would add for a man who drank that much the night before. His back is to Yejun as he fixes up a coffee; he doesn't ask for his order, settling on an iced americano complete with bougie glass straw. He finally turns, sliding it across the counter to a fairly hungover looking Yejun, complete with a side of a single (1) banana, and painkiller. “ I'd offer you hair of the dog, but you look pretty ruff as it is. You hungry? ”

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— richard siken, war of the foxes

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LEE DONG WOOK as GRIM REAPER GOBLIN: THE LONELY AND GREAT GOD (2016)

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

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A tsk leaves pink lips as he nudges Yejun's side with his leg, unaffected by his typical whining. “ I can see your hesitation, the couch gets wiped down . . . sometimes. ” Whether or not that's the truth, he won't offer more; he's spoken to Pepper about it often enough. He stares at the phone a second longer, typing a few syllables, deleting them and typing once again. “ Stroke? Are you insane? ”

There's a silent understand between the two to not talk about Minwoo's turbulent relationship woes, but it's only Yejun who won't say his name out loud. “ Oh -- no, it's not Kai. He's still abroad, something about events, and branching out the businesses . . . I don't think he'll be back for a while. ” He's not shown his face in the club in weeks either way, a relief really considering how often Sungyeol had been scoring free drinks from the bar. But the overarching threat of his appearance lingers over Minwoo every single day. “ I met someone. ”

❝ you caught me, honey. i'm just here to stare at your tits trying to bust out of that tight little crop top all night. ❞ yejun moves from his spot once minwoo moves the papers next to him and plops down on the leather couch with a huff. he tries not to think of the vile things that could have taken place on this couch — there's other rooms for those sorts of activities, he knows, but he wouldn't put it past some of these guys to get it where ever they could.

shaking the thought from his head, he leans against minwoo's shoulder. the man fumbling with his words alarms him slightly, and he tilts to look at him.

❝ are you having a stroke? ❞ he blurts out before following the man's gaze to his phone. it's impossible to see what he's doing at this angle, but the fact that minwoo was distracted by his phone makes him think the worst. ❝ ...who is it? ❞ he doesn't say his name, but he knows minwoo will understand what he's asking. though minwoo didn't tense the way he normally would when hearing from him, so perhaps yejun is just being overprotective.