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Vought has collabed with Tamagotchi to create a brand new set of digital pets, featuring the members of The Seven!

Keep your own miniature Homelander in your pocket and take him with you wherever you go, but be sure to pay attention to him every 30 minutes! If you neglect your mini Homie, the real Homelander will be alerted to his counterpart's suffering and bulldoze his way through your door! 😂

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Bloody Signs (Homelander x Investigator!Reader)

WARNING: SELF HARM, BLOOD AND VIOLENCE

This is some crappy The Boys fanfic (with some Homelander x reader if you squint, and GenV reference) based on a dream I had tonight. Sorry if it's a little crappy and kinda lore inaccurate but I had to write it before I forgot it.

"Go on" Homelander prompted.

"The modus operandi seems to be the same everytime they attack" you continue, your eyes fixed on the tablet playing the recording of the last attack "It's the third time this week. Each time this unknown supe cuts their wrist and use their... blood related powers, to attack their victim. Interesting to see how they can use their blood as a weapon".

Third time this week. Each time this supe targets another supe, always one working for Vought. The first two times they killed in dark alleyways and streets, but this time they grew more confident: this time, the victim of this blood powered supe was none other than Firecracker; she was there on stage, in front of a large crowd, spewing her usual bullshit like always, when she suddendly got hit to her neck by an almost imperceptible blade-like string of blood. She instantly dropped dead, the crowd screaming horrified.

Homelander couldn't care less about Firecracker's demise. His blue eyes squinted to the screen, in particular the blood pooling behind her head, forming the letters 'BUTCHER', and his jaw twitched.

"The killer always leaves behind this message right after they killed a supe" you explained, pausing the video and pointing to the letters.

"...everytime..." his jaw twitched even more. You blinked and yelped as you suddendly felt your tablet getting obliterated by his lasers, you luckily letting it go just in time. He needed some time to recompose himself and walked out.

You heard a little cough behind you. It was The Deep.

"Yes?"

The Deep gulped "I mean... does this mean vampires are real?"

-

Homelander is still in his room thinking about the whole situation.

"How is The Deep?" he asks you when he hears you walk in.

You sigh "He says he is going around with a cross now whenever he is out"

"That worked with Ezekiel"

"No it's because..." you stop yourself "forget it"

He stopped staring absent mindedly at the windows glass to turn to you "Y/N... what do you think of me?"

You blink a couple times, taken aback by the question "What do you mean?"

His smile turned upside down "Just answer me" he said in a dangerous low growl.

You blurted out "You're... very powerful" his eyebrow raised "I meant, the most powerful man... I mean, supe, that ever existed"

He smiled, satisfied by your answer "Ding ding ding, that's correeeect!" he said in a sing a song voice, that however quickly morphed in annoyance "And you tell me, that some... D tier supe with blood powers, is now allied with Butcher and challenging ME?! Oooohh nononono, they have no idea who they are fucking with. No fucking idea at all" he cupped your cheeks with his gloved hand, with surprising gentleness, but the intensity of the moment was enough to make you gasp.

His face got close to you, whispering "You've done good Sherlock, you've done good" he whispers in your ear "Keep doing a good job and I might reward you"

"Hey" you two both heard a voice. It was Black Noir II, with a bag of fries in his hand "I gathered some for my Deep bro, you want some? We need food for the incoming vampires invasion"

You do your best to ignore Homelander lashing out at Black Noir II and The Deep, your brain instead repeating the video on loop in your mind, mostly the blood forming the words 'BUTCHER', and to that same word uttered by Homelander a few minutes ago. It wasn't just a bloody text on the ground, it was an enemy. A threat to Homelander's empire. Ironically built on blood, and seemingly about to be destroyed on blood.

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SFW Alphabet - Homelander Edition

Currently having massive The Boys hyperfixation so I had to write something for this awful guy

WARNINGS: Some angst, minor violence, Homelander being an asshole and yandereish (not to the point of making this post NSFW tho), and Homelander himself is a warning.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Pampering and spoiling you anyway he can, with anything you want, and possibly in expensive ways too. If you tell him that it's too much, too expensive or that he shouldn't do so much for you, he will chuckle at how cute you are: him, a God, has chose YOU specifically among so many lowly mortals, so it's only fair you get to be treaten so good.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Another boring Meet & Greet. Smile, sign up whatever official Vought branded crap the wave of ecstatic fans throw at you, thumbs up, "you guys are the real heroes", rinse and repeat. What's that? A meek little thing walking around the comic convention, not joining his asskissers parade but just minding your own business in complete silence and looking at your favorite plushies and comics? That's a new one. He doesn't know whether to take that as disrespect or something else, but as soon as he finishes signing his autographs, he marches over you, his arms crossed over his chest and his signature grin still over his face, feigning interest over whatever piece of merch you put your eyes on. You two ended up conversating, until it was time for him to go. He isn't chatty but if he finds you interesting he could be.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes. He may cuddle with you in bed by spooning, but he would mostly lay his head onto your lap and let you brush his hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Of course he would love to settle down! You, him, and Ryan together? Perfect! As for cooking and cleaning, he never did any of that. Why would he? Vought chefs and janitors take care of that. Unless you do it. If you offer to cook something, he would find it endearing and delicious, whatever it is.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He has too many abandonment issues for that. Unless, you do something utterly unforgivable (ex: you betray him and get allied with Butcher). Oh boy. He will hiss at you to get out, his eyes glowing red. And you do. You get out and run away as fast as you can, afraid he could kill you at any moment, but he couldn't, ever. His leather gloves creak in his fists, his eyes still red, even when you are far away out of his sight. He spends the next hours, days, weeks and months even, sobbing miserably.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Saying that Homelander would be very giddy about the idea of commitment and marriage is an understatement. He would marry you as soon as he feels like you are the right one, and his wedding, his dress, your dress, the cake, the pictures, the pictures for the official Vought social media pages Ashley is rambling about, EVERYTHING, has to be absolutely PERFECT, or he will get every single prick at Vought fired and ensure they go to hell after he lasered them.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

It's a well known fact that behind his charming charismatic pretty boy façade he always puts on for the public, he is anything but gentle. However, he would never harm you. He does his best to be a good boyfriend to you, and sometimes when he holds you he is almost afraid he might not be able to control his super strenght and accidentally hurt you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He is not used to hugs, and you will often be the one initiating them. They feel... odd, to him. But not in a negative way. You felt him stiffening the first time you hugged him, and after he took some minutes trying to process it, he asked you for more.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not a lot honestly. Saying it once a while (especially when you do something cute for him) is great, but everyday? Too corny and cheesy for him, he prefers to show you love through gestures, like a bouquet of roses. He will REALLY love it anytime you tell him that though.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Do I even need to say something? Some maggot dares disrespect a God by trying to take away what's his, they get laser eyes execution before they can see the sunlight again, simple as that.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Everywhere, anywhere. On the forehead, lips, cheeks, neck, hands, anywhere he can reach, marking you as his, his beloved. His favorite place to be kissed is his neck.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Homelander at first will need some time to warm up if you two ever have a baby. One side of him is glad and proud, but the other side dislikes the sight of a newcomer in his life, uncannily resembling his looks and even sharing his same powers, giggling with genuine happiness he never experienced as a child, having the loving mom he wishes he had... and stealing all your attention. But similarly to how he acts around Ryan, he will eventually grow fond of them, making them live the perfect childhood of his dreams (spoiling them a lot).

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Unfortunately you don't get to spend a lot of time together in the mornings, since as soon as he's up he has a lot to do at work ranging from interviews, photoshoots, meetings with the Seven yadda yadda. As soon as he is finished though, he'll swiftly fly back to you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Anything you want to do! You wanna chill and cuddle together in bed watching Vought+ movies? Say no more! You wanna go on a date (although there is no way he would take you to a greasy cheap fast food, he will always take you to fancy restaurants, and in his civilian clothes to avoid gathering attention)? Alrighty then!

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

NEVER. He would never tell you his secrets. He had a completely normal happy childhood playing baseball, lived in a warm cozy home with loving caring parents, and you, him and Ryan are going to be the perfect always smiling all American apple pie values family! This is, until the inevitable day he breaks down in front of you, uncontrollably and hysterically sobbing about everything that truly happened to him in that lab all at once in an overwhelming way. You gave him plenty of hugs after that.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You already know the answer folks.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He has an incredible memory you should never underestimate. Anything you say and anything you do, he will remember it. You may see that as a good thing or a bad thing, depending on your point of view.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You were dating for a few months, and on July 4th, you baked him a cake and gave him a gift for his "birthday". He didn't know what to say. You didn't know he didn't actually have any birthday at all, but your genuinity was so heartwarming. The chocolate cake you baked was so much smaller than the grandiose big cake they make every year for his "birthday", but yours meaned so much more. And your gift? It's just a Smash Mouth biggest hits CD, but it's enough to bring him to shed a small tear. No one ever gifted him anything, at least not out of genuine kindness.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He knows that as soon as he announces his relationship in front of the cameras, the paparazzi will be all over your ass. And that's exactly what happened. However, they didn't have time to take any more info out of you or follow you, because for some "unknown reason", they all went missing. He wants the world to know he is in a committed relationship and that you are his, but to have you harassed day and night? Nope. Also, if you express worry and concern that he might get hurt or die, he will blink a few times and laugh as if that's the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. But deep down he loves to see you caring so much.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Before you could think of anything for your anniversary together, he already planned a trip for you two to Venice. You won't even have to pay for a flight ticket, when he just picks you up and flies all the way there. He knows about your tastes and preferences and goes out of his way to gift you exactly what you want.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Well... to begin with, his "anger issues", if we can call them that...

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

VERY CONCERNED. His blonde hair must be always neatly coiffed, his iconic suit clean and spotless, no imperfections allowed on his skin... no matter how many times you tell him he looks gorgeous just the way he is. You better be prepared for when he enters his middle age crisis and you see a mysterious jar containing "cottonballs" that you better not touch.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He is The Homelander. He doesn't need anyone to feel complete, he is complete the way he is (or at least that's what he would repeat to himself if he grew really fond of you and happened to lose you).

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

It's not unusual for him to get nightmares. Luckily, your presence, warmness and the sound of your heartbeat will always quickly calm him down whenever that happens, letting himself get snuggled.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

This is a very tough one. In general, plenty of stuff, including getting ignored and/or not getting praised enough. A partner who questions him too much would annoy him (although not to the point of leaving, and he will always apologize afterwards).

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

No suit on. On his back. Few hours a night (he doesn't need a lot of sleep anyway). Feel free to lay your head on his chest.

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Townley / De Santa

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Cut Here (Part 9)

Notes: helloo!! Sorry this part took a long time and I have also been inactive for a while, but it's been quite a stressful time lately. Thankfully I will go back to writing more soon!❤ ty for the support and love you all give to my work!

TWs: Language

November 2004

"...six... five... four... should I really count down to one with my eyes closed?"

Trevor chuckled "Kiddo, if you open your eyes before it wouldn't be a surprise now, wouldn't it?"

The girl pouted, her eyes still closed "Right! Three... two... one..." she opened her blue eyes and raised her eyebrow at the sight of a large stuffed unicorn in Trevor's hands.

"Happy birthday little Tracey" a little smile appeared under Trevor's bushy beard.

Tracey picked up the unicorn, she seemed touched by his gesture but also... confused "Uncle T... thank you, it's cute and I like it but... I'm thirteen..."

Trevor sighed "I know, I... just wanted to give ya something pretty, ya know? I mean, come on, you love unicorns! You had that one pink unicorn you called Princess Cottoncandy and we played with it together and..."

"Uncle T, that was SEVEN years ago" Tracey said almost embarrassed by the memory "Look, thank you and all really, just... I'm not a child anymore, ok? Just... things change, PEOPLE CHANGE" she walked off holding the unicorn by the tail to her room, leaving Trevor sitting there on the sofa, the sounds of Tracey's younger brother Jimmy's videogame being the only thing breaking the silence.

-

1993

Trevor was knocking on Michael's door, almost smashing it.

"GET THE FUCK OUT PORKCHOP WE HAD A FUCKING JOB TO DO-"

The sound of babies coming from the inside made him remember. Oh yeah right, Michael knocked up Amanda. Twice.

Michael opened the door, looking more disheveled than usual.

"What... do you want Trevor?" he snarled and rubbed his face, as a little girl was pulling his shirt hem. He picked her up with a "Not now, Tracey, dad is busy"

"What do I want?! I want YOU to answer the phone when I call! We are a team and me, you and, yeah, Brad as well, had a job to do, and you're here playing house"

Before Trevor could continue with his ranting, Amanda came in, holding a crying baby Jimmy in her arms, her nose scrunched "Michael please can you help me just a second?"

"Oh for fu- another diaper change?!" he turned to Trevor putting the crying Tracey in his arms "Be right back, hold Tracey a second for me ok?"

"What?! I'm not a fuckin' babysitter!" but Michael was already gone. Trevor sighed and sat down with a frown, putting the sniffling Tracey on his lap "Alright alright little gremlin don't cry I am Trevor Philips or uncle T the hell you prefer to call me and I'm here or whatever you tell children-"

Tracey interrupted him by putting her small hand on his nose and laughing at his "Hey!"

She babbled "Uuun-cllee...Teee"

Trevor stopped, his gaze softening at her coos "Yes kiddo, I'm Uncle T" and in his mind, he swore to God, if anyone harmed her or little Jimmy, that anyone was gonna get skinned alive.

-

He looked at Michael smoking outside, looking at the sky.

"People change. Right".

He got out and sat down on the snowy ground, next to the blue eyed man "Hey"

"Hey" Michael blew a grey cloud of smoke "Something on your mind?"

"I could tell the same thing about you man, it's your daughter's birthday and you've been awfully quiet the whole time" his eyes narrowed "Pretty too quiet, lately, if you ask me"

Michael scoffed "What am I supposed to say? She's getting old, into her moody teenager years. Gotta be prepared for that shit now"

"Yeah... I guess she is" Trevor sighed "Jesus, I already miss that little bundle of joy she was when she was a small kid. I guess people change, like she said..." he looked down at the snowy ground, both of them sat down. It reminded him of the first time they met under the bridge. The day their friendship was born. And now sometimes Michael was part of him, sometimes not... he wished he could go back to those idyllic times, just for one day...

"Mikey... that time me and Brad robbed that lady, you said something along the lines of 'it's time to step up our game'. But you never said what you meant by that. How about you spill the beans?"

Michael looked at Trevor with something resembling a mix of fear and respect at Trevor's incredible memory "I did say that, didn't I?" he threw away the cigarette "Well, ever since I started robbing around, I wanted to do something BIG. Something that would go down in history. Not just petty crimes and thefts, but something... that would have me remembered when I'm dead, and I would be remembered for the... the..."

"The big one?" Trevor suggested, and Michael nodded.

"Yeah, the Big One!" Trevor put his hand on Michael's shoulder, both of them reminiscing their camaraderie times, but Michael's smile vanished when he looked at Jimmy and Tracey playing videogames together, and Amanda coming in with two plates of cake in her hands much to the two kids' delight. Amanda picked up two more plates of cake and walked to Michael and Trevor.

"Come on you two, you really wanna eat cake while freezing outside?" she handed Michael's cake slice giving him a little kiss on the cheek, and handed Trevor's cake slice giving him a cold glare before walking back in.

Trevor has always been aware of Amanda's deep disliking of him but didn't even care or notice her glare as he quickly started devouring his slice like a feral animal, he almost didn't hear Michael saying after a long time "We're gonna do it"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Me, you and Brad" he chewed his cake bite a little, thinking for a while "Bobcat Security Depot, next month"

Trevor raised an eyebrow at the other man's suggestion, to which Michael promptly replied "Hey, haven't I always been the mastermind when planning our jobs? Just like the old times"

Trevor paused, then grinned "Welcome back man"

Trevor kept munching, while Michael absent mindedly twirled his plastic fork around his plate and after some minutes mumbled an almost inaudible "I'm sorry T..."

"For what?" Trevor licked clean his plate.

Michael inhaled "I'm sorry... for not being there all the times..." he suddendly pulled Trevor in a hug, almost knocking their plates over "You're my best friend T"

Trevor paused at Michael's unexpected display of affection, and after a bit he slowly leaned into the hug.

"You too Mikey, you too"

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I like how in the comedy club

Johnny is actually laughing at the jokes:

And then we have Niko being like:

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💚💙🧡 A bit late, but happy 11th anniversary Grand Theft Auto V! 🧡💙💚

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Cut Here (Part 8)

TWs: Language, alcohol, some kinky content, a little blood

The three men were in their hideout, cackling at their new successful crime. Trevor and Brad were ecstatically checking the inside of the freshly stolen Ponsonbys fuchsia purse, as Michael smiled and lit a cigarette behind them.

"Did you see that bitch's face?" Brad laughed and made a high pitched squeaky "EEEK!!".

Trevor kept grinning and laughing but ignored Brad's mockery of the robbed woman, and kept joining the blonde in their act of digging their hands inside the purse "Alright, let's see... perfume, lipstick, tissues... ah condoms, she was gonna get busy..."

"Here it is Trevor!!" Brad proudly took a snake skin wallet out of the purse, digging his fingers into it "Oooh damn, it feels so fat..."

Trevor rolled his eyes "Of course it is, if she can afford all this fancy schmancy shit"

They both turned to Michael, who had his back against the wall: he was smoking and looking at them both, and didn't seem as interested as them in the purse.

"Everything ok Mikey?" Trevor asked.

Michael put his cigarette between his fingers and cleared his throat "I just think it's time to step up our game" .

Months passed. Michael never explained what he meant by "stepping up their game". Although, it was clear that he was becoming increasingly tired of his life in North Yankton. Which had become even more evident once he met Crystal aka Amanda. Ever since he met her he started to spend less and less time with Trevor and Brad, and more and more time at the strip club instead. Brad seemed indifferent about the situation: he kept chugging beer in his slumped position on the couch and laughing at the idiotic show playing on TV. Trevor on the other hand looked at the spot on the couch near him, the spot Michael would usually sit on, now empty. It has been empty for so many days. He would only come back at night nowadays.

The spot where he promised Michael he would never leave him.

He started to wonder if that promise ever actually meant something to Michael.

He exhaled, stood up and walked towards the door.

"Hey Trevor where you goin'?" Brad half burped.

"To see if that asshole is still among the living" Trevor grunted.

"Ok" Brad simply said keeping his eyes on the TV.

He got to the car and carelessly drove to the strip club. He knew Michael was there. He simply knew. And this time he wasn't gonna leave him there.

To Trevor's surprise however, the strip club was closed. Or, HAS BEEN closed. Shut down. What once was a crowded fancy looking neon lit club, had been reduced to a dismantled building. And it seemed like it has been that way at least for a couple weeks by now.

But... if there was no strip club, then where was Michael?

"...M...?" he quietly said as fear took him over: he walked around the eerily quiet tiny snowy streets surrounding the defunct club, his right hand gripping the gun in his pocket, trying to find anything resembling human life.

At some point, he did find some sort of human life: he started to hear some muffled gasps and grunts.

He quickly ran towards the source of the noise, and saw... Michael... pinning Amanda against the wall, the two sharing a heated loving kiss, grinding his hips against hers, cupping his hands around her breasts (which looked strangely bigger and faker than when Trevor saw her the last time)...

It lasted only a fraction of a second because the two quickly noticed Trevor's presence and yelped, Amanda quickly covered her breasts in embarrassment and Michael recomposed himself with a "T!" while turning around with the sound of a zipper sliding up.

It stung. So much. He didn't even know why.

"T what are you doing here?" Michael awkwardly walked towards Trevor.

"I thought it was pretty obvious" Trevor swallowed, trying his best to ignore the feeling of his eyes burning and the pain in his chest "I thought we were a TEAM. I THOUGHT WE WERE TOGETHER IN THIS" his voice becoming increasingly louder and broken.

Michael looked confused "We are T, I just... need some time alone someti-"

"YOU ALREADY HAD A SHIT TON OF TIME ALONE!! YOU MEAN YOU WANNA SPEND EVERYDAY GETTING YOUR DICK SUCKED BY YOUR PERSONAL HALF STRIPPER HALF SLUT, IS THAT IT?!"

Michael's face darkened "Don't talk about her like that"

Amanda interrupted their bickering with a soft "Michael", putting her hand on Michael's shoulder. The blue eyed man angrily exhaled "I'll see you and Brad later", and with that they walked away.

Trevor let out an earpiercing scream and repeatedly slammed his head against the wall, over and over, until the wall had a splatter of blood, letting the tears now run free.

That night, Michael had finally came back home, finding Brad and Trevor on the couch: Brad was still watching TV and was half asleep, and Trevor was sitting like he was waiting for Michael's return. But most noticeably, he had a bloody wound on his forehead.

"What happened to your forehead Trevor?" Michael gasped.

Brad yawned "Oh you know, Trevor's always getting into bar fights, ain't that ri-"

"SHUT. THE FUCK UP, BRAD" Trevor hissed, causing the blonde man to flinch.

"I-I gotta go" Brad hurried to the bedroom and closed the door.

Trevor smirked and returned his attention to Michael "Anyway, I'm surprised you give a shit, MICHAEL".

"Oh for fuck's sake..." Michael scoffed.

"Yeah, for fuck's sake" Trevor roared "We promised each other to be a team, don't you fucking dare give me that 'time alone' bullshit again if you're gonna leave everyday and return at night just because you gotta prioritize your boners over your PARTNER!" he emphasized the word 'PARTNER'.

Michael sighed and took some minutes to answer "I had to make that fucking strip club shut down"

Trevor paused "What? So you were the one who caused the strip club to shut down? Why?"

"The owner was Amanda's mother. Fucking pimp. Amanda told me everything. So, called the police, got her investigated and arrested. Oh and of course, I wasn't the one making the call. I made HER call and turn herself in. Under some 'persuasion' pointed to her head" Michael explained.

Trevor took a moment to process it all, then he said "So you did this all on your own... leavin' me and Brad on the couch like two bums and without telling us ANYTHING" he growled "You could have called us too or at least FUCKING TELL US SOMETHING!!" he let out an angered roar standing up from the couch and marching to the fridge, hoping that Brad had left some Pißwasser "Nice teamworking skills there Townley!"

"I HAD TO DO IT ALONE!" Michael protested "This was something that concerned only me and Amanda! I need to protect her, I need to be a good father-"

The last word stopped Trevor in his tracks, making him turn around incredulous "...what?!"

Michael swallowed and quietly said "Amanda. She's pregnant".

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italian miku 🇮🇹 just a bit more unhinged

people on twt loved this so i had to post it here too. italy core

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I find it funny ,that when ever some one says they like GTA they are either

A. A Dude (might be an edgy teen or kid) who likes running people over and shooting npcs

Or

B.a sad queer who likes the story and the characters it holds, who crys over Trevor and micheal ,and also likes running people over and shooting npcs

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now that I've finished Gomorra I'm looking around at what's been written about it, and the way it's marketed to english-speaking audiences vs. the rest of the world is making me feel fucking insane

English-language press: Gomorrah is a gritty Italian crime drama set in the hard slums of Naples, where Don Savastano rules the streets with an iron fist and only the merciless survive. The series follows the bloody power struggle between his son, Gennaro, and Ciro the Immortal, his ruthless second-in-command. The civil war they ignite will leave a trail of bodies in their wake as they forge alliances and betray their closest allies to seize control of the Savastano empire.

Every other language in the fucking world: Gomorra is about the predatory world of violence which grips communities that, due to poverty or political corruption, have been left behind. It's an epic love story that explores the deep relationship between two men who have been friends, enemies, family, paramours, and something beyond all of those. We must look at their world through the eyes of these complicit, tainted characters to understand the torture it inflicts on the ones we love, and to break down the old mythologies about crime, violence and masculinity that imprison us all.

meanwhile in italy:

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Reblog to kill it faster

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Cut Here (Part 7)

TWs: Language, alcohol, a few kinky content, domestic violence aftermath

1990

"Ooohhhh mother!"

Trevor let a high pitched groan of ecstacy in the private booth as he felt the blonde stripper's bottom grinding against his crotch.

His trustworthy buddy Michael in the meanwhile was sitting at the neon lit club's table, enjoying the sight of the stripper who was on show right now, and the burning sensation of his cocktail in his throat.

The pink curtains of the private booth opened and an ecstatic Trevor came out, running towards Michael laughing, while the blonde stripper giggled along with some of her colleagues quietly calling him 'one pump chump'.

"God! I feel like I died and went to heaven Mikey!"

"You can say that again. There's no better way to celebrate another successful job" Michael smirked, then frowned "Now where is that..."

Before Michael could find an appropriate word, they both felt a tight grip on their shoulders and a loud voice booming happily

"HEEEEEY!!! PHILIPS AND TOWNLEYYY!!!"

Michael looked at the chubby blonde man as if he was ready to punch him and hissed "You DUMBASS, just scream your last name too so we can all be caught and fucked" he took another sip of his cocktail "Now that I think about it, dumbass was what I was gonna say"

Trevor on the other hand giggled "Aw come on don't be such a killjoy Mikey, Brad just wanna have fun!" he patted his hip "And besides, even if they do catch us, we'll have our faithful metals at our sides, ain't that right Bradley boy?"

Brad sat down besides them slurring in a half drunken state "That's right!! And plus I'm sure 'round here there's more Townleys and Philipses..." his sentence turned into incoherent gibberish as he slammed his head onto the table snoring. Brad was an interesting addiction to the duo: he was a fearless, wild and often downright sadistic man, even more than Trevor. The latter which found him a nice match (and drinking buddy).

Michael sighed and thought to himself "As if one lunatic to keep under control wasn't enough... why did I even accept to let him join our team..."

His thoughts, the background chatter and music... everything faded once a new stripper called Crystal walked on stage. Her flowing brown hair, her sparkling outfit, her perfect curves, her graceful movements...

He has never felt like this...

Trevor shook Michael's shoulder, causing the blue eyed man to snap out of his trance. Trevor groaned "Woah don't ever do that again! Do you get a stroke everytime you get a boner or something?"

Michael was sweating and shook his head as he stood up "No... I... just drank too much, I'm ok..." he hastily walked out of the club, getting a suspicious look from Trevor.

Outside of the club, Michael took out his packet of cigarettes and lit one, observing the starry night sky and the cigarette smoke fading in the air.

"Hey" he heard an unfamiliar voice behind him. He turned around and almost jumped. Crystal.

"Uhhh, h-hey..."

He kept smoking and looking away awkwardly.

"What are you doing here?"

The brunette smiled and shrugged "Can't I just go outside, when my shift here is finally over?"

Michael kept his eyes on the sky "Fair enough. Uhm... I... really liked your performance..."

She let out a little chuckle "I saw. You were staring with your mouth open the whole time"

Michael internally facepalmed and let out a string of "uhms" before "I... you're just so beautiful"

"Because I have nice tits? I know"

"No! It's not because of that, I, I really think so" he stared at her face "You have beautiful eyes"

She looked at him, still smirking but with a hint of genuine gratitude "You think so?"

He nodded, taking another nervous drag.

They spent some moments in silence, gazing together at the stars, until she spoke

"Thank you" she looked down "Nobody ever told me that"

Michael smiled, finished his cigarette and threw it away, hating himself due to the awkwardness of that whole dialogue. Before he could return inside to Trevor and Brad, Crystal spoke again "If you want, I am now starting my shift of..." she whispered into his ear "...EXTRA services".

Meanwhile, Trevor was getting increasingly annoyed and shifty in his seat, not even paying attention anymore to the strippers performing on stage.

"Where the fuck is he..." he growled while restlessly scratching his cheeks "Did he abandon me, did he die, did he- FUCK FUCK FUCK"

Brad shifted, half awake half asleep "Mhmmph chill Trev he's ok probably or somethin'..."

"PROBABLY OR SOMETHIN'? LISTEN YOU ASSWIPE HE IS NOT PROBABLY OK, HE IS OK, SAY PROBABLY ONE MORE TIME AND ISWEARI'MGONNASHOVETHISFISTINTOYOUR-"

Both Brad and Trevor ended up getting kicked out of the club.

"WELL YEAH FUCK YOU TOO" Trevor shook his head like a wet dog as he lifted himself from the snowy ground and sticking out a middle finger.

Michael emerged from behind the club wall alerted by the noise, his gun in his hands "Trevor? Brad?" he lowered the gun with a look of confusion at the sight of his friends' bodies in the snow, and ran towards them "What happened?"

"Well look who finally decides to show up" Trevor groaned, his eyes landing on Michael's half unbuttoned shirt.

"What? I was just... smoking, T, you know how it is. Besides I don't know what kinda shit you two did there to get kicked out but..."

The three guys all looked at Crystal, who was looking with wide eyes at the whole situation behind the corner.

Brad laughed, looking pervertedly at her "Sure you were"

"Shut up Brad" Michael looked at her "Uhm, Crystal, these are my friends..."

But as he walked closer to her, she stepped back "Y-you... I didn't know you had a gun"

Michael stopped in his tracks, struggling to find the right words

"It's for... self defense, you know? But... you know I wouldn't hurt anyone... or... you... especially you... you don't have to be scared"

Crystal slowly walked away with a "I'm sorry I have to go"

Once Trevor, Michael and Brad were all back home, Trevor and Brad slumped asleep, while Michael sat in the couch.

He had his gun in his hand, recalling the events of that night.

"It's for... self defense, you know? But... you know I wouldn't hurt anyone" he gripped the metal muzzle "Liar, you're just a fucking liar Townley. Poor girl, she really made the right call, walking away..."

"Or... you... especially you... you don't have to be scared" his grip loosened and let out a long exhale, his hands running through his black hair.

He looked at his sleeping friends, then at his gun on his lap, left it on the couch and walked out, careful to not make too much noise.

He needed another cigarette, and a car drive to calm down and cleanse his mind.

And there she was again, on the sidewalk. With a purple eye.

He slowed down as soon as he saw her and she approached the car with a smile, that soon faded when she saw him.

"H-hey" they both timidly greeted each other, as she entered his car.

He raised his hands "I swear I don't have any weapons with me right now"

"Hmm-mhm"

He put his hands on the steering wheel, his foot hovering over the gas pedal. But he didn't want to drive. He had to ask.

"What happened to your eye?"

Crystal immediately gasped "Nothing! It's just eyeshadow!", she covered the swollen area, hissing as she touched it "So, shall we find a secluded spot and get down to business or..."

"Not until you tell me the truth"

"Pretty rich from someone who walks around with a gun!"

"But I told you that I don't have it here!"

"You also told me it's for self defense!"

"JUST FUCKING TELL ME WHO HIT YOU!"

"WHY DO YOU CARE?!"

Michael sighed, his head against the steering wheel

"Some questions just don't have answers I guess..."

They both stood in the car quietly, until she replied with "My mother"

"Your mother hit you?"

"I brought her the money I made tonight, but she said it wasn't enough so she punched me. Shit, she's the reason me and my sisters work at the club"

Michael gripped the steering wheel and started to drive, as he swore to his soul to send her mother to the darkest depths of hell.

"But yeah, downer moment over, let's just find a secluded area and have some fun"

Crystal, still with her hand over her injured eye, looked puzzled as Michael stopped his car in front of a 24/h shop and got down "Where are you going?"

"Stay there, I'll be right back"

And so he did. Michael returned two minutes later with a bag of ice.

"Show me your eye"

Crystal hesitated, both confused and touched "No... I look awful"

He held her hand, with kindness and at the same time a certain authority in his voice "Please show me your eye"

Crystal breathed in and out as her swollen eye was now exposed to him, and he gently put ice on it.

"You don't look awful. And you never will" Michael gently smiled to her "I may have not been honest my whole life... but this, I mean it Crystal, really..."

She softly spoke with a little smile "...Amanda... please call me Amanda"

He smiled back "Michael..."

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Legit played gta online just to see this scene

maybe it's because I'm not feeling well, maybe it's because I'm emotional, who knows maybe it's both... but trevor saying I love you, is really getting to me right now