#Bela will continue the loops

[punishedcrow]

OKAY YALL MAJOR RESIDENT LOVER SPOILERS HERE IM THEORIZING

So far I've done the Cassandra, Donna and Bela routes. This order is important. I've started with Cassandra because I continued on my demo save and so far everything seemed normal with some hints of mystery here and there, but I didn't get too much out of the romance objective and yes I save scummed a lot so I know a little about Cassandra's bad ending, but haven't gone fully through with it, I've just had the scene with her where she's all creepy.

I knew I'd have to solve mysteries, but in a game where you start over and over again, how would the secrets I found matter? THATS WHERE DONNA'S PLAYTHROUGH COMES IN. AGAIN, MAJOR SPOILERS!!!

So her route was full of secrets I didn't pry on. I save scummed a couple times, but since I loved Donna so much, I didn't even go too much further to know what happened on the bad choices. Only on her playthrough, characters star mentioning "rounds" and "next time" and Donna talks about not letting this happen again. MC is really important to Mother Miranda and the whole purpose of the game is for you to find out why. I've found some stuff at Cassandra's playthrough by sneaking in the third floor, but that didn't give me much clues. On Donnas route I've looked at some stuff and went back to a save when she absolutely hated it, but it didn't trigger a "secret found" prompt.

Donna knows about Miranda's plans and her capabilities, but she seems to have some power too bc Miranda didn't pressure her as much as you'd think. Like she straight up fucking turns of Bela's heart with magic (I told you there's spoilers) as punishment, but she's just "boogey woogey imma scare you" with Donna. What is Donna capable of? I need to know, maybe on another playthrough with her where I snoop around and try as many options as possible? I need to know, specially because she knows.

And this is why the developers of this game are geniuses bc Dona FUCKING REMEMBERS MC. At Bela's playthrough, when you go to her flower shop, she blushes when greeting you. Donna does NOT act like that at first glance on her playthrough. And it happened right after, on this order. WHY THE HELL WOULD SHE ACT LIKE THAT IF SHE DIDN'T REMEMBER??? And it explains a lot why she was so jealous and possessive on her route. She knew she'd be seeing you with a bunch of other people over and over until eventually you came back to her (?). And also, even though Cassandra is flirty with everyone, she flirted with MC a lot at Donna's playthrough, when I still had a couple of Cassandra's saves registered. And at Bela's route, when I met Donna, I still had a couple of saves from the second playthrough. But none from Cassandra, since it had all been overwritten already and she didn't flirt with MC at all on Bela's playthrough, without her saves.

What I can deduce from the story I've seen so far is that the only Dimitrescu kid that has a hint of what's happening at this school is Bela, since she's been fucking cursed by Miranda. Donna knows because she's Miranda's "daughter" and Alcina's sister, who also knows about all the cult shit. But I cannot confirm if their remembrance is truly coded in the game. It probably is, because that is the point of this doki doki literature club time loop plotline. Like of course that's the plot line, come on, that's what's most fun about it.

Miranda wants something from MC, so imma leave her for last.

I've also noticed that Angie has been drinking more and more, specially on the third playthrough, after Donna, who's her aunt/mother. It almost felt like she was depressed everything was happening again and Donna would be depressed again (not the case apparently), so she got depressed too.

My game plan now is Dani, Angie, Alcina and Miranda. Let's see how this goes. After all that I'll mess around with Donna's route and others to see some bad endings with the creepy sprites like Cassandra covered in blood and zombie Bela killing my ass, that truly caught me off guard btw.

Oh and I'm really loving this game. The descriptions, the way it's written, it's all so well thought out to me. It's sensible, it's relatable, it's honestly quite captivating tbh. I love all those women and I don't feel like any of them are my super favorites, but maybe Donna bc I've always loved the character since I played RE Village. They're all so different and interesting that I like them all in different ways.

Honestly, I have no conclusion for this, but I know MC is important for some kind of ritual Miranda's cult is doing. What could it be? How does it connect to the time loop?

[im-dehydrated05]

⚠️Warning⚠️: Mention of a suicide joke might fly over your head, but discreción is still advised.

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

"And then she said, 'You don't look like an artist.' She called me subpar and said that the art club had a reputation to uphold or whatever."

Aurora kicked a rock from the pathway as Daniela and she walked around the club fair. She had met with the redhead a while ago and processed to tell her what a bitch Joana was.

This happens every single time I try to join the club through the club fair; why am I even angry at this point?

Daniela: "You know, I could ask my mom to let you enter the club; she kind of runs it."

Daniela gave her a sheepish smile. She looked embarrassed for some reason. Aurora just smiled at her and waved it off. She already knew what she wanted to do in this loop.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll just join the student council or something."

Daniela's expression changed to concern.

Daniela: "Are you sure all the people there are overworked, and don't you, uh, have theater or something?"

Aurora had literally mentioned her theater class briefly during their walk; she was kind of surprised Daniela actually remembered.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me overworking myself. I've been involved in multiple projects since high school. My family wasn't well off either, so I used to work too; I'm basically used to juggling multiple things."

Daniela seemed even more concerned now, but Aurora reassured her, putting her hand on Daniela's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Besides, I'll have you to keep me grounded, right?"

Daniela stared at the brunette for a moment; her face slowly flushed red, giving Aurora a shy nod.

Daniela: "Y-yeah, totally!"

Aurora laughed before giving Daniela a playful nudge and smirking at her.

"No need to be shy, Dani."

Dani flushed redder, laughing bashfully, and the two continued walking until they finally came across the student council table. Daniela looked nervous while staying behind Aurora, who just casually walked up to the table. The first to make eye contact with her was the blonde goddess, whom she gave a bright smile to.

"Hello, I would like to join the student council."

Bela, of course, looks just as indifferent as always, which kind of made Aurora's heart ache given the circumstances of Bela's heart. The weird thing was how Bela didn't say a word; her gaze was just flickering on Aurora's face as if looking for something. That's when another council member stepped in.

Jasmin: “Do you want to join?”

Aurora turns to Jasmin, still feeling Bela's eyes on her.

"Yeah, I was wondering if there were any spots open, like maybe the first-year representative, but anything is good, to be honest."

Jasmin turns to Bela, who still seems to be in a trance. She gives the blonde a weird look before turning to Casey, who just whispers something about finally someone wanting to join the council.

Bela: "I assume you know the kind of work you'll have to deal with if you're asking for that position specifically, right?"

Aurora looks surprised when Bela finally speaks. Turning toward the blonde with a grin and nodding, she meets Bela's gaze.

"Of course I do, Ms. President."

The brunette said, way too confidently. Jasmine and Casey shoot a look at each other, knowing how Bela normally reacts to people like this, but to their surprise, Bela's expression seems to soften slightly as she observes Aurora. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke.

Bela: "Very well. I'll see you tomorrow in the student council room at 8 p.m. sharp."

Aurora couldn't hide her excitement as she thanked Bela and the other council members. She turned to Daniela, who had been anxiously watching the interaction.

Daniela: "Yay, you got in."

Aurora raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms while tapping her foot on the floor.

"Well, you don't sound that excited for me at all."

Daniela: "I'm just worried about you, okay?"

The two stare at each other.

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"You think Angie is still in the fridge?"

Daniela: "Shit."

False alarm Angie has not frozen to death; she is currently passed out on the couch. Aurora and Daniela let out a sigh of relief. The brunette went to sit on a chair by the kitchen counter, while Daniela went to her room to clean her skateboard for the club. That's when your phone gets a notification.

+40 (726) 234 069

HEY BEAUTIFUL!

Hello Cassandra

HOW YOU KNOW?

Something about the way you type just screams out Resident Diva

AWW THANKS!

Wasn't a compliment but okey 😑

SO... YOU DOING ANYTHING TOMORROW?

I have to attend student council at 8 why you ask?

WANNA HANG?

What kind of hang?

WHAT YOU MEAN LIKE TO HANG OUT WHAT OTHER HANG IS THERE?!

...

YOU NEED THERAPY

You're one to talk Mama's girl and jokes on you I already took therapy.

...

Knowing this do you still wanna hang out?

YEAH

Cool see you at the cafe at 5 I'll have like three hours before my first period.

OKEY SEE YOU THEN!

👍

Aurora chances the contact name to CASSI🎭 and stares at her phone for a moment before putting it down with a groan.

I'll have to wake up so early... Why did I say yes?

Aurora buried her face on her pillow, hugging it tightly, trying to get some sleep, but the thoughts in her head just wouldn't let her.

Fuck, it's happening again.

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W͟i͟t͟h͟ a͟ k͟n͟i͟f͟e͟

Stop

B͟e͟c͟a͟u͟s͟e͟ o͟f͟ a͟ c͟u͟r͟s͟e͟

I said stop.

A͟ m͟i͟s͟s͟i͟n͟g͟ h͟e͟a͟r͟t͟

I didn't-

S͟h͟e͟ w͟a͟s͟ j͟u͟s͟t͟ a͟ d͟o͟l͟l͟.͟

Want this

L͟o͟o͟k͟

Quite.

L͟o͟o͟k͟ a͟t͟ y͟o͟u͟r͟s͟e͟l͟f͟.͟

Shut up!

W͟h͟a͟t͟'͟s͟ w͟r͟o͟n͟g͟ w͟i͟t͟h͟ y͟o͟u͟?͟

Please...

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P͟a͟t͟h͟e͟t͟i͟c͟

[sylverstormz]

Miranda and the gremlins' reactions to being given flowers? Loving song of the crows so far btw!

Miranda:

When she finds the blue winter rose on the counter of her lab, right by a steaming cup of coffee, Miranda pauses for several seconds.

She picks up the flower slowly, then walks towards her protege, who, prompted by the sound of her heels, turns to face her.

"This for me?" she taps the stark blue petals against her lower lip twice, knowing it will draw Abigail's gaze there like a moth to a flame.

She's not wrong.

"It has the same color as your eyes so I thought it should be near them. You can throw it away if you don't-"

But Miranda grabs her by the nape and brings her into a long, languid kiss. Lips slide together, tongues brush. When she pulls back she drags her golden claws over Abigail's neck in an almost-caress.

"Cute. But don't think this will save you from today's tests." she says.

"...damn."

Bela:

When Rhiannon gives her the red rose, her gloved fingers wrap around its thorned stem almost hesitantly.

"This rose is yours..." her girl says, lips pulling into that slow, soft smile that never fails to throw Bela for a loop. "And this one is mine." her pointer jabs the blonde's chest cutely.

It feels like she's jabbed her far deeper than that, though.

Bela tugs her forward into a kiss that conveys all the things she's too proud to say. When she pulls back, smirking at the sight of Rhiannon's blush, she says:

"And you're mine."

Cassandra:

It's so unlike Alexia to give her flowers she wonders if her girl left the burgundy rose on her vanity to begin with.

It doesn't cut, it doesn't have uses other than sitting in her room looking pretty, so she can't understand why it makes her feel like she's in her swarm form and floating.

Cassandra likes and hates the sensation at the same time. She crosses over to her bed, where Alexia is deeply engrossed in a book, then knocks it out of her hands.

"Hey-"

She cuts off the protest by straddling her girl's thighs and leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss.

Daniela:

She stares at the gorgeous purple tulip her girl is presenting her with with sparkling eyes. The moonlight reflecting on the snow around them, the flower, the beauty that offers it, it's all like a scene from one of her favorite romance novels.

"A flower for a flower." Knight winks and that's it.

After a brief flatline of her brain activity, she leaps into the other woman, arms around her neck, their lips already connected. Daniela kisses her, slow but hungry, until the night chill starts creeping up her skin.

Then their bodies continue the conversation in her bed.

[tornrose24]

Okay idea for an au of an au. Hear me out.... au where the lords do adopt Rose, but sad. Say the lords do take in Rose, but through miscommunication or whatever, they believe Ethan is a danger to her, or that he has the same intentions as Miranda. Whenever Ethan gets close to one of them, they hand Rose off to the next lord to keep her safe, knowing there might be a battle. The story goes through as usual with Ethan killing them one by one, continuously going from place to place to find his daughter, along the way finding small, child like artifacts like toys and such with a rose sown into them. By the end, all the lords are dead and Ethan as his daughter back. As he walks away with her, Rose sees the ashes of the family that had taken her in, and even in her infant mind, knows its them and starts bawling and trying to reach for pile of ashes. Ethan thinks shes basically traumatized from being kidnapped. It isnt til he find a photo of all four lords with Rose, as a family that he realizes that he may have made a mistake.

That is just... wow,

It’d be like the Malificent movie if it was actually good, had a downer ending, and didn’t pointlessly turn the dad into the villain just to make the main character look sympathetic. Or a Shadow of the Colossus tragedy.

So first off I don’t know how badly Ethan was needed for the ceremony,  but I could easily see Miranda doing some horrific gaslighting on the lords to make them think Ethan was an awful father and husband (especially given what she’s capable of doing and if she did it beforehand by knocking out Ethan for a bit and messing with Mia’s head and safety for a bit by posing as her husband. And I don’t think I need to say what kind of things happened in order to mess with not just the lords’ heads, but poor Mia as well...). And Miranda does not let them kill Ethan as much as they want to-she wants to get rid of her false children before she can get her true child back. What better way than a game of deception and let Ethan do the dirty work?

Alcina’s death would not only further convince the others that Ethan is the bad guy, but him killing her daughters first would only make things especially worse. Like by the time Bela dies, Rose is immediately sent to Donna. Unfortunately Alcina’s hatred for men (made worse by Miranda’s trickery) only further aids in her family’s downfall...

Donna would know what it’s like to have a genuine loving father. So she’d also have a personal grudge against Ethan for ‘being scum undeserving of the title of father’. And a lot of her mind games and what Angie says would reflect that (“Do you do this with Rose too” would take on a much more darker meaning). Her monsters in the basement would become more horrific and reflecting of young victims of crimes best left unsaid. However it only fuels Ethan’s anger moreso and he kills her. Yet Rose is already with Moreau...

Moreau is kind of already screwed given he can’t control his transformations (not only is the environment a safety hazard for an infant, but you can only do so much in a giant monster fish form) and his low IQ doesn’t help him out in this scenario. But he’d get Rose sent to Heisenburg just after meeting Ethan and likely try to kill him than just block off his exit. Yet he too is fated to die for a misunderstanding...

Heisenburg would be the only one to somewhat suspect that Ethan is actually a good guy and that Miranda was screwing with everyone’s heads, but he had no way to convince his ‘siblings’ otherwise. Even his words around Ethan would be more careful in case the worst case scenario is true. Yet the scars of the past still linger and he remembers all too well what it meant to be a child under an abusive/controlling ‘mother’ and his guard is up. However he’s also too focused on overthrowing Miranda and still says that Rose could be used to defeat Miranda, and like in canon Ethan just doesn’t trust him and it later leads to Heisenburg’s death. And without anyone to keep an eye on Rose, Miranda steals her away while the big fight is happening. (So basically Heisenburg sees that Rose could end up like him when Miranda took him, but revenge still comes first)....

The fact that there are no more villagers left to hide Rose doesn’t help and the Lycans are too focused on Chris and his group. Then Miranda does what none of the lords had the guts to do in the first place for her twisted ceremony...

And to further worsen the situation? Chris (who was probably keeping an eye on things) never tells Ethan that the lords never truly harmed his daughter, or even thought to approach the lords about the truth when he got an idea of the situation, yet understandably didn’t believe it was true, so things only got worse. And The Duke? The only other person who’d tell Ethan the truth? He probably wouldn’t have been in the loop and didn’t know of the lords’ rate moment of compassion. So things continue as they do...

I think I’m order for that photo to happen, Rose would of had to have spent a few days with the lords first before shit hit the fan. And it would have been stolen and hidden away until the very end, when it was too late. But yes, she’d have been around them long enough to not feel any fear towards them-perhaps she’d have grown attached to them. And the toys and gifts? Hints of truth and humanity, yet could easily be ignored by a desperate father who only cares about his daughter’s safety and nothing else.

Furthermore, maybe once upon a time the lords were once decent folks before Miranda came into their lives. But by the time of the AU’s current timeline, their own crimes and reputations would horrifically backfire on them in a time where they had a moment of humanity once more... Their only way of living on being through Rose’s memories and through the megamycte.

(Unless that crystal theory is true and they can be revived of course.)

[justasimptm]

The Bride C11

The next few minutes are a blur of screaming and begging that comes to a head when Heisenberg tosses her to the ground next to me. He hisses something at her that makes her whimper, but he doesn't give her a chance to respond before he grabs her arm and slices a quick line right under her elbow. The smell of fresh blood assaults my senses and within seconds I’ve latched on to her, sinking my teeth into her soft skin. Whether by sheer force or the sharpness of my teeth I don’t know, but biting into her is as easy as biting into a sandwich, minor resistance, high reward. The responses are immediate-she yells and tries to pull away, the sound is stifled in seconds by Heisenberg grabbing her face and holding his hand over her mouth, his other arm grabbing around her middle and forcing her to keep still. The flow of blood is steady despite her struggles, strong swallows forcing it down into my gut, warmth spreading through me.

She tastes like cinnamon and citrus, tastes alive and so so good. Part of me knows I could stop now, that I don’t have to keep drinking. I can already feel myself recovering, feel the odd tugging as my body regenerates around the wound, the stinging as it drives out the poison that was killing me, the small popping as it comes out in the form of small crystal shards. However, fair is fair. She was going to kill me, damn near succeeded. The least I can do is return the favor, so I keep drinking, gulping down the thing that sustains us both.

Keep going even as her fighting gets weaker and her arm starts getting cold. Keep going until she stops resisting and even moments after that when her body falls fully limp and there’s nothing more than drops left in her veins. Only then do I let go, letting myself flop back to the ground, sated and full of energy, my wound closed.

“Do you need more?” Heisenberg asks, tossing her now empty body to the side without a second thought and hoisting me up so I’m sitting, but leaning against his chest to keep me stable. The concern in his voice is kind, a nice contrast from the rough sound of his voice. Through my gluttonous daze I smile at him, the voice in the back of my mind says to close my mouth, knowing my teeth are certainly stained red. Logically I know it’s likely also smeared around my lips, I was nowhere near neat eating this time. I was more concerned with consumption than I was with manners. It doesn’t seem to bother him though, which is nice, as his eyes never stray from my eyes.

“She tasted good,” I hum, closing my eyes in relief, “That’ll be enough. Thank you for helping...Karl…” My head dips down, resting slightly on his shoulder. “I’m sleepy.” He nods, shifting so one of his arms is under my back, looping his other under my legs, pulling me into his lap and then up as he shifts into a squat and swings up quickly to stand.

“Rest. I’ll have these brutes clean this up. I’ll bring you back to your mother.” He instructs. I want to tell him not to, that she’ll be mad, but my tongue is too heavy and I can’t get the words to come out. I hear him speak lowly to the Lycans before I can feel him start moving. His steps are slow, calculated as not to jostle me too much. The walk back feels long, whether that’s because he paces himself out so it is, or because I’m too out of itl, I don’t know, but it feels like hours before the gates come into view. They rattle for a split second before flying open with a clang. I want to tell him to be quiet, to put me down, that my mother can’t see him here, can’t see me in his arms.

His arms, which make me feel safer than I’ve felt in ages, warmer than all my blankets ever could. I hear my mother screech my name, making me flinch and blink my eyes open. He shushes me slightly when he feels me tense, before replying to her. “Alcina.” He greets her as he makes his way up the path towards the front door. We get to the bottom of the stairs before my eyes truly focus. She’s stepped out from the frame, not leaving the radius of the door, and boy oh boy does she look furious.

“Put my daughter down this instant, Heisenberg.” She snarls, voice colder than ice, cutting through my post-feed-healing ditz and spearing my brain with a spike of awareness. He opens his mouth to protest but she cuts him off before he can, stating her demand again much more firmly. He sighs, looking down at me briefly before bending slightly to set me on my feet. He keeps his hand on my waist for a moment as I sway unsteadily, but despite my vertigo I extract myself from his grasp. “Come inside now, Y/N.” I nod at her, whispering my thanks to him almost silently before stumbling my way up the steps past her looming form. I vaguely hear her hiss out a threat before she follows me inside, slamming the door and latching onto my bicep harshly, not letting up any pressure even as I cry out from the pain. She drags me downstairs towards the dungeon, past the smug faces of my sisters, before throwing me into one of the empty cells on the far side of the castle, far from the girls we bring down, from the blood we store. “You’re going to stay in here until you learn to keep away from that slime. I don’t care how long that takes.” I want to scream, protest that I didn’t seek him out, that it isn’t my fault, but I know it’s no good, she doesn't want to hear it. Doesn’t want to hear how I almost died, how he saved me and that’s the only reason I was near him in general.

She leaves me there as soon as she locks the gate. My brain starts turning back on after a few hours, my wound fully closed, the blood I consumed finally settling into my body, the buzz it gave me calming. Not long after that I hear faint laughing, that grows closer and closer until my sisters are standing in front of the bars, all looking like the cat who ate the canary. Daniela approaches first, looking me up and down before cocking her head to the side.

“Why am I not surprised to see you three here, gloating over my fall from grace.” I muse, skimming over their proud forms. “Let me guess. You let her escape. You gave her the knife. Is that why you’ve been scaring the help off?” Her lips curl up higher, clearly satisfied with her work. “You do realize I could just swarm out of here right? Right out through the bars.” Cassandra tsks, moving to join her sisters side, looking rather pleased with herself.

“You certainly could try, sister, but we had mother coat the bars in salt ages ago when some of our experiments started coming back.” My stomach dips slightly. Salt? Of course they had her do that. They’ve been planning this, clearly, because alongside silver, salt is one of the only other things that can a. hurt me, and b. keep me from passing through gaps in either form.

“Have fun down here. Who knows when mother will stop being upset with you. You really pulled that for us. Chasing after the girl, we could have stopped her before she got out of course. But god, coming back in his arms? We really should thank you.” Bela teases, stepping up out of the shadows and I can’t stop the disgusted scoff that comes out of my mouth. The three of them quirk their eyebrows, wordlessly asking what’s funny. I take a dragging step up, keeping a few inches from the bars, but as close as I can be to the three of them. Cassandra and Bela look towards Daniela, both looking as if they want to step away but following her lead. Funny, I would have thought Cassandra planned this.

“You girls are very cute, you know that? Thinking I wouldn’t know you planned this. Imagine how interested mother would be to find out the girl had one of her silver knives? You know, the ones she keeps locked away in her office that only we know about?” I reply calmly, keeping my eyes fixed firmly on theirs. Daniela opens her mouth to give some witty retort, I’m sure, but I cut her off before she can utter a syllable. “You girls need to be very careful with how you want to keep playing this game. The longer you’re on her good side, the easier it’ll be for me to topple you. I’ll let you have this one, but if you ever try anything again to make me fall out of my mothers favor you will regret it. Because even if mother doesn’t like me, Mother Miranda does, and I don’t think she’d be pleased to find out you three are trying to torment the person who’s been so beneficial to her research. Watch yourselves.”

They huff indignantly, and I know they won’t take my threat at its full merit, but that’s fine. More satisfying for me if I have to burn them. This time, however, they find their graces not to continue poking at me and walk off deeper into the dungeons, leaving me in the dark with nothing to entertain myself. I want to ask for a light, but I refuse to give them the satisfaction of it, so instead I clumsily make my way to the bed, sitting on it with minimal error and resign myself to leaning against the wall until mother decides she wants to let me out.

@foggyturtleknightangel @beingviolentlyhappy @inesalexandra1995 @loveboldlywingedangel130

[benevientodimitrescu]

feeling guilty about not finishing my beladonna oneshot by the time i wanted to but there’s been some personal things going on so it’ll be a bit more till i can finish it </3.

but here’s a snippet of it! (currently titled “two am who do you love”). obviously more edits will be made but it’s good to have an idea of what my plan is!

ONE DAY BEFORE WINTER

It was one of those rare occasions where the whole Dimitrescu got to head to a “family meeting” together.

(Though it would be difficult for Bela to classify the lords relationships as a family. She has never said it outright but she secretly despised Mother Miranda. She was the only person in the world who made her mother scared. And she didn’t like things that made her mother scared. But, of course, if she wanted her family to be safe and for her life not to be in jeopardy, she would need to keep her mouth and opinions mum.)

It was a simple progress meeting to see how each lords respective experiments are going.

And it was a perfect time for Alcina to show off her daughters for the umpteenth time and laugh as she sees whatever stupid robotic thing Heisenberg had created.

Daniela and Cassandra never pay attention during these meetings. Bela can’t blame them- they are quite awfully boring.

Her sisters start off the meeting staying still and act like they are paying attention, but after a few minutes (usually when Moreau starts blubbering) they start jittering around, turning into swarms to go and annoy whoever is present.

Bela just stayed still, partially annoyed by her siblings.

She knew that no matter how much she despised Mother Miranda, these meetings were important to her mother and she wanted to pay attention. It didn’t matter if the the whole meeting was just constant bickering between her mother and Heisenberg, it was important that she was in the loop on what was going on.

(and it totally isn’t because her mother will visit her in her room separate from her sisters and praise her for being so well behaved. definitely not.)

It wasn’t until 30 minutes had passed when Belas mind started wandering.

Her mother and Heisenberg were arguing over some small thing, Cassandra was slyly poking at Moreau through the means of her flies, and Daniela was chasing that annoyingly high pitched doll.

Belas eyes slowly made their way to the owner of the doll who was sitting quietly, watching the entire meeting unfold behind the wings of Miranda.

Bela was always curious about Lady Beneviento. She had only seen her a couple of times in her new life. Only when she was invited to these meetings or those rare occasions where she was sent to retrieve the dresses mother had commissioned from the woman.

(though, those times the door was answered by that ugly doll who wouldn’t let her step 2 feet into the house. She did once see the Lady in the corner attending to some type of housekeeping, but her veil was on and didn’t seem to acknowledge bela’s presence.)

She hadn’t heard much about the Lady from her mother either. Mainly because whenever her mother discussed the meetings during dinner time she ranted about Heisenberg and how “bastardly” and “childish” that man was.

She had once asked about her during one cold winter night when boredom was taking over the best of her. She was in her mothers room getting her hair brushed and her needs attended to. It was a quiet ritual that her mother had with all of her daughters to make sure that they all know that they are individually loved and cared for.

When Bela asked, alcina stopped her brushing and met Bela’s eyes in the vanity mirror with a singular eyebrow raised.

“Any reason you are asking, daughter?”

Bela swallowed and started picking at her fingers, a terrible habit she had picked up whenever she felt slightly at unease.

“Mother, I think it’s important that I know about the works of this village. I just haven’t heard anything about the Lady so that is why I am asking.”

Alcina was silent for a beat before giving a small chuckle and continues to braid her daughters hair.

(Of course Bela would be curious. After all, she is cooped into the castle for a whole season and isn’t allowed to wander far from the premises in case some stupid man-thing gets the wrong idea and tries to hurt her. The last thing in the world Alcina wants is her daughters to be hurt in anyways.)

She told Bela about how the Ladys father was an experienced doll maker from Italy and how Donna took over the family business. That she was the youngest of the four lords but never spoke much, only through her doll. And even with that, her mother didn’t know the connection that they had.

Bela then asked about the veil and why the Lady needed to hide her face.

“My child, as far as I know no one human has seen her face other than Mother Miranda and I. I had actually painted a portrait of her many years ago at her request, but I had to make some alterations. She has lost a lot in her life so one must assume she wears the garment as a way of honoring those who have left her.”

Bela wanted to ask more, but before she could inquire, the door was being banged on by Daniela requesting for her turn for time with Mother.

Bela’s thoughts were quickly interrupted by Daniela speeding past her with a screaming doll rattling around in her hands.

At first, Donna didn’t seem to care about the scene that was unfolding, but upon further staring observation, Bela noticed her shoulders had stiffened a tiny bit.

Just before Daniela had gotten away, Bela grabbed her by her hood and pulled her down, causing her to fall and lose grip of the doll.

Although Bela wasn’t sure if the clunk of porcelain could feel anything, she still asked if she was alright.

“Yeah, yeah I’m great flyface. Just tell your rabid sister to calm her buzzing.” the doll murmured back before running to her owner.

Belas eyes followed to where she ran, seeing the lady bent down to pick up it up, like how a mother would her child, and rest her on her lap.

Bela stared in admiration of the woman, resting her chin on her hand with a small smile.

“Why did you have to do that you bitch?” Daniela murmered, making bela remember that she still had a tight grip on her youngest sisters hood. She quickly pulled her closer to sit next to her and let go of the dress.

“You have to behave. Or else mother won’t let us come to these meetings anymore.”

“I’m all good with that. They bore me tremendously.”

Bela rolled her eyes before letting Daniela snuggle up against her to take what seems to be a small nap, her head resting on the crook of her neck.

She turned to look back at the Lady and was met by the veiled woman looking back at her.

She couldn’t tell what the expression was on the woman’s face since it was covered, but she notice that she was laxed a little bit.

Bela looked at her andraised an eyebrow, a subtle check-in.

The only response she got was a small nod before the woman turned to the ruckus Heisenberg was making

(but that didn’t satisfy Bela still. She sent one of her flies to perch onto the womans shoulder. It didn’t seem that she noticed the insect but it was enough to keep Belas mind at peace.)

Sooner or later (Bela honestly cannot tell with how long she was entranced by the woman) the meeting get’s wrapped.

“I will be arranging the next meeting soon, so be sure to prepare for that phone call. Also Alcina, do be sure your daughters are safe. I have heard from the Duke that this winter will be especially harsh.”

Just as her mother was about to leave with her daughters (of course, after vying for Mirandas attention for as long as she could), Bela turns around to see Lady Beneviento making her way towards the exit.

“Mother, I will join you in a second. I need to do something, I promise to be quick.”

Her mother simply raised an eyebrow but gave her a small nod as she makes her way out, Cassandra right next to her and a sleeping Daniela nestled in her arms.

Bela swarms her way to the dollmaker, catching her right before she left.

“Lady Beneviento?”

The woman stops for a second as if to check if she wasn’t hearing sounds that were made up in her head, before turning around.

“Now what the fuck do you want, beehive?” the doll said, making herself sit up taller in her owners arms.

“Well, I, um..”

“Spit it out, Me and Donna are very busy people who have actual work to do,”

“I want to apologize on behalf of my youngest sister for straining your doll...”

“The names Angie, flyface! get it right,”

“Right right, sorry.”

“Anyways, all is forgiven. It was actually kind of fun! These meetings make me want to bang my head against the pillars till im turned to dust. Though, I can’t do that or else you-know-who will get sad.”

Bela simply nods with a smile before turning to the woman.

“Lady Beneviento it is always a pleasure to see you. But I’m afraid I must leave now. Mother doesn’t like it when we stay out late, especially since winter is about to arrive. Maybe after the season I could come over with my sisters so they can play with…Angie… in a more appropriate setting?” She asked with a hopeful tone.

A beat passes before the woman simply nods and Angie starts cackling, as if she found the whole situation amusing. She turns around and leaves through the exit.

Bela, however, notices something fall out from the woman as she was walking away.

She leans down and analyzes what it was. It was a small, silk black cloth.

As she examined it more, she saw the fancy embroidered crest of House Beneviento.

“Lady Beneviento! You dropped your handkerchief!”

but it was too late, the Lady was long gone.

She sighs and tucks it in her dress, before swarming off to catch up with her family.

she reasoned that she could return it once winter ends, but now she was filled with a feeling that she had never felt before.

longing.

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 03

(Masterpost)(Previous Episode) 

Warning: Spoilers for all 50 episodes!

 Wei Wuxian demonstrates the purple nurple technique of the Jiang Clan

Should’ve Used Trivago

The Jiang Clan’s reservation got cancelled while they were on the road, so they are going to wander around this small inn for hours being fussed about it, rather than trying another inn. Yes they say the other inns are all full but…so is this one, now. 

The Jin Clan sends an advance party to fancy up the inn for them.

Fuckboi Wei Wuxian

Wei Wuxian decides to use his considerable powers of prettiness to get them a room.  He drops some poetry on Mianmian and brazenly flirts with her before shifting to properly introducing himself and asking for a room. 

This actually works.

...until her boss shows up.

(Much much more after the cut!)

Worst Person // Best Jin

Jin ZIxuan is an ass and a snob. 

I guess we have to give him credit for having a beautiful sidekick and never hitting on her, given that his dad is a rapist and one of his half-brothers is (reputedly) a sex pest and the other half brother is (definitely) an incest perp. But I feel like it doesn’t take much to be the best Jin of his or his father’s generation.

The Jin folks are snobs and talk about how great their fancy and expensive stuff is. It’s an interesting contrast with true connoisseur Nie Huaisang, who loves everything that is fine and beautiful and can quote stacks of poetry off the top of his head, but is not even a little bit of a snob. 

This Tea Smells Like Farts

Ok, let’s talk about generation names in the Jin clan. Ru is the name for Jin Ling’s generation, hence his courtesy name Rulan. The name for the current generation is apparently Zi (子), because both Zixuan and his jerk cousin Zixun have that as their name.  Sect Leader Jin Guangshan would seem to be using the generation name Guang, but then names his son Jin Guangyao so…the whole system breaks down. 

Anyway, my point here is that even considering generation names, if I had a baby and named it Zixuan, and my sister-in-law promptly had a baby and named it Zixun, I would slap her. 

Find you a lover who does not make you feel like this 

Jin Zixuan is mildly intrigued by his betrothed, and expresses it by being rude to her in front of Wei Wuxian, starting a chain of events that will culminate with Wen Ning’s fist going all the way through Jin Zixuan’s chest.

Side Note: Look at these young Jiang Brothers and their casual shoulder hugs. Sigh.

Wei Wuxian’s Combat PlayBook

When Wei Wuxian wants to throw down, he starts with smack talk, moves along to boundary crossing, then to direct threats, and then brings out a weapon if he hasn’t won already. 

Here he starts shit with Jin Zixuan by complaining at him for taking up too much space and having too many sycophants.  Then he goes for the unwelcome shoulder touch. 

Having been sufficiently provocative to get someone to draw a sword and threaten him with physical violence, he shifts to formal verbal sparring. 

This gets the other guy to back down, because even at this age no-one actually wants to tangle with Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian gets to claim the moral advantage, although he still doesn’t get to keep his hotel room. 

Actually Not A Fan of My Sister’s Betrothal

Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli have the first of many, many moments of heterosexual ineptitude together. Wei Wuxian quickly rescues them.

Hi, I’m Young Master Cockblock.

Neither of the boys understands what Yanli sees in Zixuan and neither do I, at this juncture. He does improve later after multiple beatings from Wei Wuxian.

This Is The Day Your Life Will Surely Change

Yanli’s encounter in the Inn is the first step toward the inexorable end of the three of them as a unit, although it’s still a long ways off. They are all growing up and she and Wei Wuxian are both going to fall in love at summer camp, like in a 1980s teen movie but without the virginity betting (presumably). 

Meanwhile poor Jiang Cheng is going to be swept along just trying to keep up with events, which becomes the story of his life for the next two decades.

Welcome to Transylvania

We meet Wen Ruohan. He is boring and he sucks. Also I’m summarizing the Transylvania parts out of order because they break up the rhythm of the story. And are boring and suck.

We meet Xue Yang. He seems nice.

Wen Ruohan’s living room is like a shitty nightclub where everyone is too drunk to dance except Xue Yang.

Dee Jay: Undead undead undead, Bela Lugosi’s dead

[OP can’t get a video to embed in this post with looping enabled, so the alternate version of this joke has its own post right here. That will teach OP to get fancy.]

Anyhoo

We meet Wen Qing. She is the bestest most wonderful girl in the world but this isn’t actually when we find that out. 

Right now we just find out that she is absurdly pretty, that she loves her brother deeply, and that she is helping Wen Ruohan with his “take over the world by murdering cultivators” project. OKAY, PROBLEMATIC, BUT SHE IS THE BESTEST GIRL OKAY? 

Gatekeeping

The Jiang Clan don’t get another inn but they do manage to change into immaculate white robes while they’re out on the street, so - nice work, Jiang Clan. Be free!

They get stuck outside the gate because they don’t know that the secret to getting into Cloud Recesses is to set the gate guard on fire. 

Walking Thirst Trap Hanguang-Jun

Lan Wangji shows up and everyone except Yanli, who is already in love with Sir Golden Pants, makes thirst faces at him. Including Jiang Cheng tho he will never admit it. One girl in the background is actually biting her knuckle. 

Note: Lan Wangji knows exactly how fine he is. Look at his fucking hairstyle. 

He is sixteen years old. The only person in the entire cultivation world with fancier hair is Nie Mingjue, and that’s because he indulges his dìdi’s braiding hobby. 

Wei Wuxian loudly stage whispers that LWJ is their key to getting in and LWJ is is like, not fucking likely, person I didn’t glance at yet. 

But then Wei Wuxian says a smart cultivator thing about the puppet dude, and Lan Wangji turns around and has the first of many long mutual staring sessions with this boy he totally isn’t going to like at all.

Jiang Cheng has a bad feeling about the future: a 2-frame gif

Unrelated gardening note: the red-crack puppet is more commonly grown in Gusu and Dafan, while the black-line puppet is native to Yiling

I Must Arrange a Date with this Uninteresting Boy

The rest of the evening is a series of tests that Lan Wangji puts Wei Wuxian through. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know this and Lan Wangji probably doesn’t exactly know it either. 

First he sends WWX back to town to get the invitation. Yes, go get it. Not your entourage; YOU, talky person who thinks he can manipulate me and is smart and looks...intriguing. Go find it and come back. 

When Wei Wuxian complains, Lan Wangji silences him, which is literally the most boss move he could have used on smooth talking Wei Wuxian. 

You tried, Fuckboi.

Would you like to try some more because I think I would like you to try some more

Jiang Cheng is the Better Baby Brother

Sorry, he just is. Wei Wuxian is all about being taken care of and adoring Yanli without actually doing much for her. Jiang Cheng is the one who thinks about her feelings and giving her what she needs, even to the point of arranging that wedding rehearsal dinner so she can be with her favorite brother again -- the favorite who isn’t him, much as she also loves him. 

Date Test 1: Can You Get In.

Once Wei Wuxian is definitely gone, Lan Wangji shows up again and collects the entire retinue, guaranteeing that Wei Wuxian will be stranded outside the gate when he gets back.  LWJ doesn’t wait by the gate; he goes and waits up on the roof instead of going to bed or whatever else he’s supposed to be doing. Because he already knows the route Wei Wuxian will be taking. 

Wei Wuxian passes the “get in through the wards” test with no problem besides a minor headache and bent fingers. 

Is that Xiao Zhan’s hand or did they use a double-jointed hand model?

Date Test 2: Fight Me (Lan Wangji’s Combat Playbook)

As soon as Wei Wuxian shows up on the roof, Lan Wangji picks a fight with him. 

LWJ fights all the time; he’s perfectly comfortable when he’s fighting and it’s a good venue for him to express himself. His style is graceful and aggressive. 

Attack attack attack strike a pose, vogue, you know it.  

He starts by going all in on swordplay, but that doesn’t gain him the advantage; Wei Wuxian fends him off without ever drawing his sword. Which is probably the hottest thing that has ever happened to Lan Wangji in his young life.

Do you like me better when I’m horizontal? 

Next Lan Wangji deploys the pettiness by breaking WWX’s wine. Then when Wei Wuxian starts insulting him he upgrades to next level pettiness by dropping another silence spell, this time with the added bonus of preventing WWX from drinking. 

Wei Wuxian’s Combat Playbook, Redux

Meanwhile Wei Wuxian is running his own fight routine, starting with a charm attack, which doesn’t work at all. 

Are you admiring the moon? 

He keeps trying to de-escalate for the first phase of their fight, until they reach a pause and he reflects that Lan Wangji has real skills. As soon as he makes that determination he goes on the offensive - with words. 

He very formally says he’s too busy to continue fighting, and turns away, which is a pretty solid roast when you say it to someone who’s been trying really hard to kick your ass. Then he continues defending easily until Lan Wangji uses the wine against him. 

At this point the gloves come off, with Lan Wangji lecturing Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian making ad hominem attacks, Lan Wangji forcibly shutting him up... 

...and then throwing him on the floor in front of Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen. 

Sincere Grief for the Death of our Colleague

Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen feel really bad for their disciple who has been horribly turned into an undead creature. Ha ha j/k

Date Test 3: Face the Authorities

Lan Wangji gets to pick Wei Wuxian’s punishment.  This probably won’t awaken anything in him. 

Surprise surprise, Wei Wuxian actually passes the Authority test with flying colors. Lan Qiren doesn’t like him, but listens respectfully to his thoughts about the undead cultivator. And Lan Xichen clearly does like him.

When Wei Wuxian learns that Lan Wangji was nice to his sister, his entire demeanor changes, to such an enormous degree that Lan Wangji starts to run away.

He’s not going to let this boy (who has passed all the tests oh no he passed all the tests) make out with him in front of his family like he is obviously planning. 

But once again, Wei Wuxian’s cultivation knowledge captures Lan Wangji’s attention and breaks through his reserve. 

This Hardy Boys moment is the beginning of their cultivation partnership.

Lan Wangji is brave but is extremely constrained: by the authorities in his life and by his own rigid reserve. Wei Wuxian is brave and is also free. His companionship gives Lan Wangji an opportunity to engage with a much broader range of the things that interest him than he’s ever had before. 

After Wei Wuxian has been sent to bed, Lan Wangji stands outside and -- just as WWX had suggested at the beginning of their date/fight -- admires the moon, with an expression that’s anything but upset. 

Sure, sex is cool (probably), but have you ever analyzed a walking corpse with a beautiful boy in the moonlight?

If you’ve got your true honey Life can be pretty funny If you've got money, money to burn Rooty toot toot for the moon It's the biggest star I've ever seen

The Fine-as-Hell Brothers

Alone together, Lans Xichen and Wangji talk over the various things on their minds. 

Xichen: What the fuck is up with you? ...Rooftop fights and dropping spells on boys?

Wangji: You and uncle were ignoring me so I was making my own fun

Xichen: Yeah, we are dealing with this zombie situation; shit’s going to hit the fan

Wangji: what are you going to do about it?

Xichen: fuck-all

Wangji: Well, you can rely on me

Xichen: I totally do. So how about you get to know this Wei kid, he seems like a fun ride.

Wangji: *death glare*

Xichen: You know, since Dad died you’ve become even more uptight. I wonder if I’ve been too strict with you?

Wangji: Um, you think? 3000 fucking rules, dude. Fortunately I’m not going to go off the rails and fall in love with my polar opposite and cause havoc in the cultivation world or anything like that.

Xichen: good, me neither

Outtro

Writing prompt: Lan Xichen’s secret nightly letter to his Mom’s memory or spirit (your choice), in which he confides in her about his day. May be written in flute solo form. 

(As always if you use this prompt feel free to post a link to your fic in comments!)

Soundtrack: 1. This Is The Day by The The  2.  Bela Lugosi’s Dead by Bauhaus 3. Rooty Toot Toot for the Moon, Greg Brown version 4. Madonna, Vogue

Bonus: FineAsHell-Jun

Episode 04 Restless Rewatch coming soon!

[miscellaneous-obsession]

Flourish and Bloom

Chapter 3 - One Step Forward

Soon her excursions became a nightly event, returning like clockwork to Amara as soon as the sun had set for the evening. Such jaunts remained unbeknownst to her family, who presumed with her dedication to her craft that the blonde utilised these outings as opportunities to refine her already impressive hunting skills.

Having given up on excuses long ago and formalities having never been established, Bela would often enter unannounced. If Amara were absent initially, the blonde would unapologetically use her stealth to her advantage by soundlessly gliding across old floorboards to stand behind the human. Only then she would strike by either covering those expressive hazel eyes or wrapping her strong arms around that lithe waist. She never could quite suppress her giggles as the other woman would gasp as the blonde buried her face into the crook of her neck teasingly. Lips would linger just above the skin as teeth grazed across the most sensitive of spots.

That degree of familiarity that had become routine had sparked something within the eldest sister. Although, it was commonplace for its dismissal, written off as an irregularity of her ever immortal body. 

Her taunts often saw a fond look sent her way as Amara humoured her antics as though they were unexpected. With a slightly breathless tone, the raven-haired woman turned in Bela's hold, intent on inciting her own revenge. However, hazel flecked eyes widened and brows furrowed as if something was amiss. Coating the blonde's lips were stains of dried blood, the metallic scent of which invaded Amara's olfactory senses. Bela chuckled as her button nose scrunched upward, "There best not be blood on my neck."

"Only a little, but not for long."

Before Bela could make her mark, Amara broke free of her hold, her hand blindly searching for a cloth of some kind. With the soft fabric in hand now dampened, she quirked an eyebrow expectantly. "Don't worry; I don't bite."

"Bela, we both know that isn't true," Amara's deadpan tone saw the blonde's eyes crinkle with mirth as she cackled. Although her amusement was short-lived as a hand grasped her chin with a firm grip, but gentle enough, giving the option of retreat. Muttered under hushed whispers did Amara scold her as she took the cloth to Bela's face, making quick work of removing stains both old and new. Her ministrations were tender, as many of her gestures towards the blonde were. Without thought, she brushed aside red tainted locks, tutting in disapproval as she set to erase the splatters that had extended upward near Bela's nose and eyes, only for the very same woman to retract instantly, yanking her hair back into place.

"Bela?"

Refusing to acknowledge her call, the eldest Dimitrescu sibling looked anywhere that was not Amara, whose expression was rife with confusion and concern. "Please, talk to me."

Hesitantly the blonde drew closer once more, her body quivering, threatening to dissipate into its secondary state of a swarm. A few insects flew through the air, their numbers culminating as the silence persisted. All it took was for one hand to be taken in another for the frenzy to halt. Hazel hues met honey, seeking the hidden truth behind her actions.

Initially keeping the eye in question from view, Bela cast her gaze downward, hoping to mask her underlying vulnerability. "My eye... isn't normal." It was an insecurity from no age; her natural eye was long lost, having been replaced by a functional glass variant. Though, it was what trust she placed in Amara that convinced her to cautiously pull her locks behind her ear. The furrowed brow of Amara slackened with realisation, although her eyes remained inquisitive.

A hand rose to cup the blonde's cheek, pulling those golden iris' back into focus. "And that doesn't detract from the beauty you effortlessly exude, Bela."

Before Bela could reply to brush off the compliment, she found her lips sealed in a kiss. What began as soft grew deeper and all the more passionate. Arms looped around necks and waists intent on closing all gaps as physically possible. As breath became a necessity for the human once more, Bela pried her lips away only to place them along Amara's neck and collarbone, choosing to focus on the juncture between the two. The quiet sighs of contentment were the only sound in the room, and it was such a noise that drew the blonde back to reality as she stumbled back, leaving Amara in a partially frazzled state.

Without so much as a word or blink of an eye, Bela was gone, leaving disappointment to fester within the woman left behind. Her heart continuing to beat uncontrollably within the confines of its ribcage. Choosing to retake her seat, now having lost all heat in its abandonment, she crumpled inward, hoping to refocus on her task before retiring for the evening.

However, Amara remained oblivious to a hovering insect nearby that flit to and fro upon the discovery of what once was a secret. Departing from the shadows offered by the rooms natural walls, its watchful eyes retreated, intent on returning to the colony in which they belonged.

[im-dehydrated05]

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6 | Pt.7

"Cassandra, just put a card down!"

Cassandra: "I don't have yellow!"

Angie: "Then get another card!"

Cassandra looks at her cards carefully, a grumble leaving her lips, before putting them down.

Cassandra: "Go fish."

Daniela: "Cassandra, we're playing Uno."

The diva crosses her arms, leaning back on the couch and pouting.

Cassandra: "I'm done with this game."

Aurora looks at Cassandra incredulously. Beside her, the brunette hears an annoyed groan.

Bela: "This is a waste of time."

The blonde puts her 20 Uno cards down before standing up and heading to the kitchen. Daniela looks at her with a pained look. Aurora rolls her eyes before looking at Daniela with a reassuring look, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I'll talk to her."

Aurora stands up, walking towards the kitchen, you can hear Angie yelling 'sore loser' to Cassandra in the background. Bela was putting water on the stove when Aurora walked in. She leans against the counter, waiting for Bela to notice her presence.

After a few moments, Bela finally looks at her, her stare blank as ever.

Bela: "What do you want?"

Aurora sighed and crossed her arms, her frustration evident on her face.

"Okey, let's not do this."

Bela looked away, avoiding eye contact with Aurora. She seemed distant and lost in her own thoughts. The brunette took a step closer, resting her hand gently on Bela's arm.

"Bela, they're your sisters. Okay, if you're going to be mean to someone, be mean to me, not them."

There's a lingering silence before Bela lets out a deep sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

Bela: "I'm the big sister, Aurora."

Bela looked at Aurora with a somber expression on her face as she spoke.

Bela: "I just wish I could be better at it."

Aurora's heart softened as she listened to Bela's words. She gently squeezed the blonde's shoulder.

A sob disturbed the two of them. They both looked toward the noise, seeing a teary Daniela at the kitchen entrance. Before either of them can say anything, Daniela walks forward, pulling Bela into a hug.

Bela: "Daniela..."

Daniela's voice trembled as she spoke, her words filled with emotion.

Daniela: "You're good. You're a good sister, Bela. You were always there for me when we were small, remember? When you hung up decorations for my birthday, I got hurt when I tried to do the same for you, and-"

Daniela doesn't continue as Bela embraces her. Sobs leave the redhead's mouth, trembling in her sister's arms.

The room fell silent as Daniela's sobs filled the room, and that's when Angie, followed by Cassandra, rushed into the kitchen, concern etched on their faces.

Angie: "Who the hell made my bestie cry?!"

Angie quickly lets her guard down when she sees both sisters hugging, and an 'oh' leaves her lips. Cassandra looks unsure of what to do with an awkward expression on her face before she whispers something under her breath and walks up to her sisters, joining in the hug.

Angie smiles before pulling Aurora out of the room quietly.

Angie: "Let's play Uno."

“Sure… I’m going to win anyway.”

Angie laughed, bumping Aurora with her hip.

Angie: “You wish, bitch.”

Aurora and Bela sat on the kitchen floor, the blonde resting her head on the brunette’s shoulder, trying to make sense of anything in the book. The quiet of the night enveloped them. Aurora gently brushed her fingers through Bela's hair; this was a force of habit, probably from the other loops.

Bela: “Where’s Mia? I didn’t see her get out of the dorm.”

Aurora kept looking through the book as she spoke.

“She fell asleep in my room... I think she cried herself to sleep.”

Bela hums, lifting her head from Aurora’s shoulder.

Bela: “Are you okay? You looked shaken up when you left the room... I shouldn’t have left you there with her.”

Aurora shook her head and focused on the book as she turned to another page.

“I’m fine, just—holy shit!”

Aurora stood up, and a string of what-the-fucks left her lips in a whisper. Bela stood up as well, looking over the brunette’s shoulder.

Bela: “What did you find the thing we needed?”

"Oh, I found that a long time ago.”

Bela: “What?”

"Yeah, when I first looked through the book, it’s a type of ritual, but I found something better!”

Bela: “What?”

“I found a way to get your heart back.”

Aurora's words hung in the air, leaving Bela speechless.

Bela: "Are you serious?"

Aurora nods before looking at Bela, a nervous look on her face.

“It’s a very simple ritual, just a few ancient words and a mixture of herbs for tea, so your heart doesn’t stop beating when emotions hit all at once, but we don’t have to do it right now; it's just...“

Bela stops Aurora’s rambling with a hand on her shoulder.

Bela: "I want to do it. I want my heart back."

Aurora looks up at the blonde, a soft smile slowly forming on her lips before it completely goes away. The brunette takes a deep breath, pulling away from the blonde with a concerned tone in her voice as she continues to speak.

“Okay, we’ll do the spell tomorrow, but first you have to promise me something.”

The room fell silent as Aurora and Bela locked eyes. Bela nodded, her expression serious. Aurora takes another deep breath.

“You have to promise me that no matter what happens...”

C͟o͟m͟e͟ o͟n

“You…”

S͟a͟y͟ i͟t͟ c͟o͟w͟a͟r͟d͟

Aurora took a shaky inhale before letting the words fall out of her mouth.

“You have to promise you won't fall in love with me."

Bela's posture stiffened, her face gave nothing away. She simply crossed her arms over her chest.

.

.

.

Bela: “That won't be a problem.”

[natdinatale]

Jovem de 24 anos deixa mensagem de despedida no Facebook antes de cometer suicídio. Seu corpo foi encontrado no mar, em Cananeia.A mensagem falava de suicídio, contava a sua vida e desilusões e a depressão, um sofrimento silencioso.

A Carta (Texto em SIC)

“Não foi culpa de ninguém Foi uma escolha exclusivamente minha Ninguém teve participação nisso Na verdade é algo que eu venho pensando há muito tempoA vida pra mim nunca foi algo interessante, estudar, trabalhar, ter uma carreira? uma família?e se eu não conseguir nada disso? falhei em ser um ser humano? não sei, sempre me julgaram por não me importar com o futuro

eu só era a pessoa que queria que todos da rodinha dessem risada mas se eu não estivesse na roda tbm não faria diferença

sei lá.. sempre fui o tanto faz eu sempre fui a pessoa que ia atrás pra conversar eu sempre precisei conversar, minha cabeça nunca aguentou as loucuras que se passava por lá pensar sozinho é algo muito ruim, vc cria milhares de situações inalcançáveis tbm nunca pensei em trivialidades, aprender a cozinhar? levar o lixo pra fora? eu sempre vivi de devaneio isso começou com 15 anos, quando me mudaram de sala no ensino medio me colocaram numa sala com pessoas q eu nunca conversei na vida pelo simples motivo de eu conversar com meus amigos na sala anterior nessa nova sala eu nao falava com ngm, era zuado por muitos otarios mas eu nunca liguei, eu sempre fui o que tinha a melhor resposta e olha q eu tava gordo, era facil me atingir kkk mas ai começou a ansiedade, a vontade de nao levantar.. de nao ir pra escola, de nao fazer nada... acabou q.reprovei no 1º ano eu queria fazer 18 anos logo pra nao precisar voltar pra escola entao finalmente fiz 18, isso já no segundo ano,, Fui arrumei uma namorada, acho q era 2012 nunca disse pra ela q eu era um repetente ela era linda e inteligente demais pra mim.. mas eu fui com tudo q eu tinha a oferecer bjs e 12cm de p... ela me amou por 2 anos, e fui eu q terminei, me arrependo até hj acho q era a vergonha, a mae dela era professora o pai ganhava mt dinheiro, casa topper, eu nao tinha nada como sempre me sentindo inferior nesse quesito mas eu sempre achei q era mais inteligente que a maioria das outras pessoas mas sempre preferi ser o engraçadão, o que ia pra diretoria Afinal o que puxa mais atenção do que um palhaço? foi assim que eu sai da escola.. e até o presente momento eu fui um palhaço na vida conquistava pessoas com piadas eu sempre achei q eu era um pessoa inteligente pq eu conseguia fazer piada com qualquer assunto pensava rapido, todos diziam q eu era bom nisso o que eu nao percebi foi que meus amigos de verdade seguiram em frente um trabalha praticamente 24hrs, o outro mudou de cidade

é, 2 amigos... fazer oque? eles tem mais amigos, diferente de mim

mas nunca me deixaram de lado..

e eu odeio aglomeração.. meu negocio é 2-3 amigos, uma musica e uma conversa..

mas era sempre a mesma coisa, desde meus 15 anos vivendo um looping

eu nao conseguia levantar da cama, ter uma vida normal

era a famosa depressão me comendo todo dia

mas eu tinha que agir como se eu tivesse de boa

eu fui criado pelos meus avós, eles são do sitio..

se hoje vc precisa ficar numa sala com uma pessoa de ensino superior pra falar sobre depressao

imaginem meus avós, q nem ler sabem, jamais iriam identificar que eu tinha algo..

pra eles eu só era preguiçoso

ainda mais eu q fico o dia todo no quarto, na frente do computador

q só sai pra ir no banheiro e dormir

e eu nunca comentei nada pelo simples motivo de nao deixar eles preocupados

atualmente eles estão velhos o suficiente pra me perder, os dois sempre falam de morte

''acho q nao vou estar aqui ano q vem, meu filho''

então acho q essa escolha não vai interferir em muita coisa

bora voltar ao assunto de gado...

meus relacionamentos nunca deram certo, basicamente pq uma mulher procura um homem que trabalhe, que levante 7 da manhã e de bom dia..

q diga que a vida é bela, e q vai trabalhar tanto e ganhar tanto dinheiro q nao vai sobrar tempo pra dar amor ou cuidar das crianças

q vida hein? meu sonho

eu nunca dei bom dia pra ninguém, eu acho..

pq eu nunca tive um dia completamente bom

uma boa noite talvez

pra eu chamar alguem de linda demorava meses, independente da beleza da pessoa

eu nunca me importei com aparência, meu negocio é ter aquela conversa q vc lembra no dia seguinte e ri sozinho

pra falar q amo entao... era muito dificil, pq é algo muito importante pra mim, nao posso desperdiçar com qualquer um

em 2018 eu disse a palavra amor muito poucas vezes, 90% pros meus 2 amigos

pra mulher eu disse q amava tbm, só pra uma.. era mais especial que pra amigo, pq quando vc diz q ama uma mulher, foi pq ela realmente te conquistou

pelo menos na minha cabeça é assim.. jkkkk mt romantico, de fato..

um amigo vc normalmente cresce com ele.. é basicamente da familia, come na sua casa e os krajo. meus 2 melhores amigos eu conheço desde os 4 anos de idade

já uma mulher q vc conhece, e bate papo e em 2 semanas ta dizendo q ama, tem q ter muita conexão, tem q fazer sua vida girar em torno dela, praticamente

e eu sou uma pessoa intensa sobre sentimento..

se eu digo q amo, eu vou até o fim dizendo q amo, mesmo se terminar o namoro, possivelmente eu vou continuar amando..

e isso é ruim pra uma pessoa com essa cabeça merda minha

imagine vc amar alguém, mas terminou e nao conversa mais, e essa pessoa nao demonstra nada por vc? a cabeça morre

e esse ano minha cabeça acabou comigo

tinha dia q eu tava de boa, feliz, mas minha cabeça nao queria q eu ficasse feliz

a cabeça queria pensar merda, queria q eu pensasse em coisas sem sentido

e a minha boca queria falar, mesmo eu nao querendo..

e ela falava, acabou com meu relacionamento.. acabou com amizades, com tudo

terminei na minha cama

imagine ficar deitado o dia todo, nesse calor.. 30graus+ kkkk

é engraçado.. mas eu nao conseguia levantar

meu corpo tinha 2 toneladas, nao conseguia tomar banho

nao conseguia comer, nao sabia se o céu tava nublado

nao abria a janela, nao fazia literalmente nada

via as mesmas coisas no youtube todos os dias

parecia q eu tava vivendo o mesmo dia a semana toda

só conseguia pensar nas merdas que fiz errado até hoje

é torturante demais..

e eu sou torturado por isso ha mais de 8 anos

mas depois dos 20, quando eu deveria ser o adulto...

q contribuísse cm a sociedade de algum modo, o que creio q eu nunca fiz..

foi mais ou menos nesse momento q começou a intensificar essa merda de depre

hoje eu to com 24, então basicamente 4 anos com esse intenso sentimento de q nada dará certo

completa frustração, namoro, trabalho, amigos, tudo..

nao consigo fazer nada

nao consigo me esforçar em nada, nao consigo superar nada

sempre achei q eu tava sozinho no mundo

q eu era o monstro de bird box, ngm queria me ver

kkkkkk top 10 piadas antes de se matar

era um npc, que só respondia o que perguntavam

eu ja tava pensando em quitar desse joguinho merda ha mt tempo

mas nao conseguia deixar meus avós sozinhos...

dia 31/01 eu joguei na mega, olhei no espelho e falei pra mim msm q nao faria diferença se eu ganhasse

nao tem nada a ver com dinheiro, ou bens.. é uma briga pessoal

e eu sempre apanhei

hoje infelizmente eu apanhei demais

dia 01, olhei pro céu e nao consegui prometer nada, pq eu nao tenho nada pra viver

entre ficar na minha cama o dia todo e nao estar mais por aqui, eu prefiro ir embora

sei que alguns ficarão tristes, mas por favor, lembrem-se das minhas piadas

aquelas em momentos inoportunos

de risada quando zuarem a minha morte, afinal eu sempre zoei com tudo, nao vai ser morto q vou reclamar

odeio politicamente correto, eu sempre achei q seria um cara do stand-up

fazer o que, se eu nao consigo lidar comigo msm, imagine com uma platéia?

alias, eu acho que setembro amarelo é uma piada..

não importa o que vc fale, se eu quiser me matar... eu vou..

pode guardar essa fitinha, vcs nao se importam com quem tem depressão

empatia praticamente nao existe

a pessoa tem q nascer de um anjo pra perceber q as vezes o proximo precisa de ajuda

felizmente as pessoas nao morrem só de velhice

imagine ficar tão triste como eu to agora, mas nao poder morrer pq minha expectativa de vida é de 80 anos? e eu tenho q cumprir os f........ ...anos?

pqp da até vontade de virar o joão de deus

pra q viver até os 80?.. só pra fuder a fila do banco e os assentos do busão? nem, vlw

e po bolsonaro.. nao vivi o suficiente pra tomar um tiro

taokei? se bem q eu votei no daciolo graças a deuxx

e tbm nao vivi pra ver o lula sair da cadeia

nem f...... q eu ia guentar mais 10 anos nessa p....

nao sei, eu vivi como um adolescente, mesmo tendo 24

mas eu acho q essa decisão mostra que eu cresci o suficiente

decidir q nao quer mais viver é algo totalmente adulto, se é meu corpo minhas regras, tem q ser pra tudo, nao só pra enfiar um shortinhos no c.

uns amigos tentaram conversar comigo.. eu disse q tava tudo bem

q eu ia superar essa tristeza e seguir em frente..

mas eu nao consegui, fui fraco

e se alguem q estiver lendo isso e estiver com o mesmo sentimento

pense 2 vezes

se vc estiver em duvida, continue vivendo, nunca se sabe o dia de amanhã

vc pode ser feliz, eu poderia ser feliz

infelizmente, eu sempre respiro fundo, olho pro teto, e a unica coisa q passa na minha cabeça é a corda e cadeira

eu sou preguiçoso, vai dar muito trabalho achar uma corda, fazer o nó e tal

então eu vou pegar a bike, pegar uma brisa no rosto

e me jogar na primeira agua funda q eu ver

nao sei nadar mesmo

o foda é se eu aprender a nadar nessa tentativa de morrer

ai esse texto nao vai valer de nada

mas acho que vou morrer kkkkkk

enfim, não foi culpa de ninguém

nem de ex namorada, q eu amei pra kralho, e fiquei mt triste quando acabou

mas nao foi culpa dela, pessoa maravilhosa, espero q seja feliz

e se eu virar fantasma vou dar uns sustos nela jkkk

beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice

nem foi culpa de amigos, q eu senti sdds de sair, conversar e tudo

nem de familia, apesar de todos sempre me julgarem, nunca me importei, então nunca influenciaram na minha vida

a culpa foi minha, nao tankei a vida.. é muito dano krai

mas olhem pelo lado positivo, eu ja poderia ta morto

eu ja dei milhares de role de carro mt loko, com o mundo girando na rodovia e nao morri

imagine morrer sem deixar um textão? kkkkk

fucking feminista

mas na moral, espero reencarnar na barriga da anitta

vou crescer burro, mas num belo corpo

enfim

quando alguem pedir pra vc se sentar do lado, pra conversar.. nao importa quem seja

sente-se.. essa pessoa pode estar precisando de ajuda

um ''vai ficar tudo bem'' pode mudar o dia de alguem

e eu precisava.. mas ninguém sentou do meu lado

todos só dançaram e continuaram bebendo

é o que pessoas felizes fazem hoje em dia

kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

feliz 2019 e espero ter virado noticia em algum site

se forem fazer um filme, me faça usuario de cocaina e comedor

pode ser de travesti

a primeira foto foi de um dia loko, q eu bebi varias barrigudinha e quase matei a mo numa cadeira giratória

alias, foi ai q começou o meu ultimo namorinho eu acho

ela chorou mt esse dia

o da esquerda foi meu primeiro amigo gay, infelizmente tive q cortar vínculos pq o bolsonaro virou presidente

sacanagi, amo todos os lgbtqrstuvxz q passaram pela minha vida

sempre felizes e mostrando q a vida vale a pena

as outras duas são dos meus melhores amigos, desde criança, e até hoje, obrigado, vcs sempre me fizeram feliz

espero q tenha pes 2013 do outro lado, seus patos

me perdoem por nao ter tido um ultimo role com vcs

e mesmo sendo ateu, eu espero q tenha algum tipo de vida do outro lado, e que de algum modo eu consiga guiar vcs

prometo q dessa vez nao levarei pro caminho do mal kkkk

e pra vcs q leram até aqui...

a vida não é curta como dizem, parece q eu vivi uma eternidade

nao tenha medo de errar

eu vou errar até meu ultimo suspiro

tenho certeza q enquanto engulo agua eu ja tenha desistido de morrer

deve ser desesperador

mas como eu sempre tive medo da agua

acho que é um modo interessante de terminar isso

superar o medo até o ultimo segundo kkkk

e vale lembrar q BREAKING BAD melhor série

SENHOR DOS ANÉIS melhor trilogia/filme

TWISTED FATE melhor champ do lol

coloquem Losing my religion do R.E.M pra trocar, é minha musica favorita

então, como eu disse pra um amigo, a internet criou a depressão

e vcs nao conseguem sair disso, vcs vão ficar tristes pra sempre

pq isso aqui é a primeira e ultima coisa q vcs fazem no dia

meu sonho era morar no meio do mato, andar de p... de fora e nao falar nenhuma lingua conhecida

a chance de eu chorar antes de dormir é provavelmente 0

mas não, antes de dormir vc olha o post dela, ou dele.. um desenho com uma frase

E VC CHORA kkkkkkkkk

a vida moderna é uma merda, felizmente estou me retirando

entao, flw..vou indo lá

e pra vcs.. VIDA Q SEGUE”

[mythvlogie-archived]

𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑻𝑨: the code of honor that governs the mafia, forbidding anyone to betray their comrades and seek the authorities. the penalty for betraying that founding principle: death.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 — the battaglias are the most powerful family of the american cosa nostra branch, living in the lavish boroughs of manhattan while making unsavory deals under the cover of darkness. the battaglias have ruled the manhattan crime syndicate with cunning and acumen for over sixty years, and continue to do so, this time with an unusual capo: caterina battaglia. the first woman to become a don in the history of the sicilian mafia. she’s ruthless, astute and beguiling, and only a fool would cross her path. it turns out that such fool lives under the same roof as the don, her younger brother — santino. a lifetime of being overlooked has left a deep mark and the insatiable taste for power, as he plans to overthrow his sister with the help of the battaglia’s very own made men and women, claiming to be the rightful alternate to their father. santino’s methods are merciless, some would even say bellicose, but his objective is one that anyone loyal to the family can agree: he wants the battaglia name to be the most powerful crime syndicate not only in the united states, but in the world. santino has had enough of the five boroughs; he wants to build an empire. with a lethal feud brimming at the heart of the family, where does your loyalty lie?

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( 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 —  𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 )

( fc. age in letters. gender. pronouns. ) welcome to the family, first last ! the records show that you have been working as an occupation for the battaglia family for number of years/months in letters. i have heard you are quite positive and negative, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of 2-3 aesthetics, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with caterina/santino. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( ooc alias. age. tmz. url. )

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑨 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑺

𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢 (1/1)  — the leader of the family, chosen by the last capo. in this case, caterina’s father, giovanni battaglia. responsible for protecting the family, as well as keeping everyone in line and dictating the future of the organization. caterina battaglia, monica belluci, fifty years old, npc.

𝐬𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐨 (1/1) — the underboss, responsible for smaller operations that don’t require the capo’s intervention. santino battaglia, luca marinelli, forty years old, npc.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐞 (1/1)  — the capo’s right hand man, responsible for giving advice and making important connections, sometimes exerts more power than the sottocapo due to their networking abilities.

( oliver jackson-cohen. thirty six. cis male. he/him. ) welcome to the family, jimmy o’rourke ! the records show that you have been working as a consigliere for the battaglia family for six years. i have heard you are quite arresting and cynical, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of overcoats concealing the guns on his holster, the metallic taste of blood on lips & gold chains in lieu of ties, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with caterina. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( ron. 25. gmt -3. mythvlogie. )

𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 (3/4)  — nominated by the capo, they are responsible for the soldati and report to the don. they oversee a variety of operations and work as lieutenants for the family. the battaglias have four different types of caporegimes, or clemenzas. the leisure caporegime is responsible for casinos, strip clubs, night clubs and other leisurely establishments. the international affairs caporegime, responsible for overseeing international operations as well as making connections with the other crime syndicates such as the bratva, the calabrian mafia, the yakuza and the triads. the traffic caporegime, responsible for illegal dealings such as drugs, guns, and more. the arms caporegime, the chief of guns and security for the battaglia family. all caporegimes must be 30+.

( ana de armas. thirty-three. cis female. she/her. ) welcome to the family, mia d’amado ! the records show that you have been working as a leisure caporegime for the battaglia family for three years. i have heard you are quite captivating and sly, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of cherry red lips, the feeling of swinging on a swing & silk sheets, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with caterina. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( jules. 23. gmt-3. seremity. )

( hande erçel. thirty. cis female. she/her. ) welcome to the family, mira aslan ! the records show that you have been working as a traffic caporegime for the battaglia family for two years. i have heard you are quite daring and deceptive, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of half used bottles of perfume, sharp red nails and a sharper tongue & the sound of the ocean during a storm, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with caterina. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( bela. 21. gmt-3. drunkenloved. )

( megan fox. thirty four. cis female. she/her. ) welcome to the family, olivia vigliano ! the records show that you have been working as an arms caporegime for the battaglia family for four years. i have heard you are quite eloquent and frivolous, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of leaving before the other wakes up, clenched fists & the touch of velvet, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with caterina*. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( barbie. 23. gmt-3. sncflwers. )

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𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢 — the brawn of the battaglia family branch. they are responsible for getting their hands dirty, also referred to as made men/women or wise guys. responsible for assassinations, drug dealing, collecting money from the associates’ establishments, extortion and other illegal operations. they must report to their respective caporegimes and are not to be associated with the capo or the sottocapo publicly. unlimited spots.

( bruna marquezine. twenty five. cis female. she/her. ) welcome to the family, molly vanderpump ! the records show that you have been working as a soldato for the battaglia family for two years. i have heard you are quite charismatic and ruthless, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of perfectly manicured nails, a concealed weapon & blood on white sheets, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with santino. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( del. 22. pst. goldrushed. ) 

( tom hardy. forty. cismale. he/him. ) welcome to the family, steven simpson ! the records show that you have been working as a soldato for the battaglia family for five years. i have heard you are quite diligent and amoral, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of perpetual nightmares at three in the morning, ugly scars that hide even uglier truths & broken watches that make you feel lost in time, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with santino. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( krissy. 26. est. bbydclls. ) 

( giuseppe maggio. thirty three. cis male. he / him. ) welcome to the family, domenico mancini ! the records show that you have been working as a soldato for the battaglia family for four years. i have heard you are quite adroit and callous, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of bruised knuckles accompanied by signet rings, the sandalwood scents of tom ford's oud wood cologne & and a never-ending nightmare playing on a constant loop, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with santino. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( leesh. 21. pst. wearyhands. )

( casey deidrick. thirty three. cismale. he/him. ) welcome to the family, cage lafferty ! the records show that you have been working as a soldato for the battaglia family for eleven years. i have heard you are quite debonair and impulsive, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of all black clothes, a patchwork of tattoos across your body & concealed weapons, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with caterina. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( kevin. 28. gmt. wrciths. ) 

( benedetta gargari. twenty six. cis female. she/her. ) welcome to the family, alessia genovese ! the records show that you have been working as a soldato for the battaglia family for eight years. i have heard you are quite loyal and resentful, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of weapons hidden in dainty garter belts, smudged makeup under bloodshot eyes & bruised skin, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with caterina. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( ella. 21. gmt-4. boreaalis. ) 

( riccardo mandolini. twenty five. cis male. he/him. ) welcome to the family, ludovico vieri ! the records show that you have been working as a soldato for the battaglia family for four years. i have heard you are quite forceful and savage, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of ruination staining bloodied, calloused fingertips, bending every rule just enough to get away with it & watching silently from afar — observance hidden in raw, dulled gazes, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with caterina. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( lex. 23. est. silenthalos. ) 

𝐚𝐯𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢 — associates to the battaglia family, could be on their payroll or just after mutual benefits that the protection of the family produces. these are judges, attorneys, politicians, police officers, establishment owners, escorts, athletes and pretty much any occupation that exerts a certain influence. unlimited spots.

( pedro pascal. forty five. cis male. he/him. ) welcome to the family, salvador reyes ! the records show that you have been working as an informant detective for the battaglia family for ten years. i have heard you are quite thorough and prideful, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of breakfast at a diner, unbuttoned shirts & shady motel rooms, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with caterina. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( bird. 22. est. soloneys. ) 

( elizabeth lail. twenty nine. cis female. she/her. ) welcome to the family, cassandra 'cassie' maxwell ! the records show that you have been working as an executive assistant for the battaglia family for four years. i have heard you are quite passionate and impetuous, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of a personalized, engraved letter opener with an extra sharp edge, a wardrobe of curve-accentuating dresses and power suits & the smell of smoke after a firework explodes, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with santino. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( kels. 25. pst. foolsongs. ) 

( matthew noszka. twenty eight. cismale. he/him. ) welcome to the family, forbes belle watson ! the records show that you have been working as a club owner for the battaglia family for five years. i have heard you are quite persuasive and conniving, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of lies masked with a convincing smile, hundred dollar bills banded together with a gold clip & crisp glasses filled to the top with gin held between clenched fingers, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with santino. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( adri. 25. est. litscigarette. )

( margot robbie. thirty. cis female. she/her. ) welcome to the family, ashley vienna ! the records show that you have been working as an escort for the battaglia family for five years. i have heard you are quite kindhearted and passive, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of an innocent finger pricked by a sharp thorn, lace covering the silhouette of a body & and feeling alone in a room full of people, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with caterina. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( lauryn. 24. cst. lovesonged. ) 

( theo james. thirty six, cismale. he/him. ) welcome to the family, heath addington ! the records show that you have been working as a police officer for the battaglia family for six years. i have heard you are quite vigilant and guileful, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of a wolf in sheep's clothing, being tricked into playing a game you can never win & foreign languages dancing on a poisoned tongue, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with caterina. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( holly. 21+. gmt+8. frgilebones. )

( manny montana. thirty-seven. cis male. he/him. ) welcome to the family, demitrick estrada ! the records show that you have been working as a detective for the battaglia family for seven years. i have heard you are quite tactful and intense, but i am not one to judge. caterina tells me you remind her of flashing a badge using bloodied knuckles, deceptive words told through warm honest smiles & the sound of lone footsteps in a dark empty alley, i guess it’s a good thing you’ve caught her eye. between the both of us, i know your loyalty lies with caterina. don’t worry, my lips are sealed. ( amanda. 21+. mst. ladygenie. )

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐜𝐬

monica belluci, luca marinelli, oliver jackson-cohen, ana de armas, hande erçel, megan fox, bruna marquezine, pedro pascal, tom hardy, giuseppe maggio, benedetta gargari, matthew noszka, elizabeth lail, riccardo mandolini, casey deidrick, margot robbie, theo james, manny montana

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐜𝐬

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[sweetsmellosuccess]

NYFF 2020: Part 1

It’s been a curious season of festivals  —  as always, Venice, TIFF, and the NYFF go more or less back-to-back-to-back, making for an almost indecent amount of captivating offerings for all but the most gluttonous of cinephiles  —  but not without its charms. In this time of massive uncertainty in the industry, amongst film distributors and theaters particularly, it’s deeply reassuring to know the medium is still capable of powerful statements, exquisite imagery, and haunting performances as it ever has.

Mind you, next year at this time, if there’s still no widely available vaccine, there might be a more serious dearth of selections, but for what has been an unsettling and mostly miserable 2020, we can thank the stars that films are often shot a year or more in advance of their release.

This year’s NYFF (still ongoing, as I write this) has provided some glories and some failures, more or less in keeping with the usual standard. Herewith, a quartet of selections, ranging from a resurrected Hungarian triumph, to a modern French non-romance, to the debut of a new and energizing auteur.

Damnation (1988) Dir. Bela Tarr

Perhaps no setting in cinematic history is more appropriate for shooting in low-contrast black and white than late ‘80s, post-communist Hungary. Bleak, drab, and pelting with rain, the landscape bleeds in shades of grey. Bela Tarr’s 1988 film, a newly restored 4K edition from the Festival’s “Revival” section, begins with a long shot of a ski lift-like apparatus, endlessly transporting buckets of coal to a repository, whose grinding machinery offers a looping hum throughout the film. Much as Tarr’s various musical interludes include similarly cyclical drones of accordion music, are the men and women of this nameless small city seemingly doomed to their various loops of behavior and experience. In Tarr’s Hungary, everyone looks haunted and morose, like a selection of down-on-their-luck rummies in a dive bar at last call. One such bar patron, Karrer (Miklos Szekely B.), is deeply in love with a beautiful, depressed (unnamed) nightclub singer (Vali Kerekes), married to a loutish man, Sebestyén (Gyorgy Cserthalmi), in bad debt to the wrong sorts of people. When Karrer’s friend, bar owner Willarsky (Gyula Pauer), offers him a potentially lucrative gig picking up a mystery package abroad and bringing it back to him, Karrer instead offers it to Sebestyén as a means of getting him out of debt, but more importantly getting him away from his wife, so their affair can continue apace. Tarr’s films move slowly, with long, static shots, or slow-panning camera movement, but within his frame, he packs in detail  —  from the pellet-like surface of a wall, to the expression of a group of people huddled under a station roof, staring out at the endless rain  —  and adds in acute sound effects as further punctuation (the sound of a man close shaving over his scruff with a straight-edge, for example, or water dripping from an unseen leak). As with his 1994 opus, Satantango, he includes extended shots of drunken merriment, with people dancing, stumbling, falling over each other, and coming back again, but the effect isn’t exactly heartening. As packs of stray dogs work their way over muddy, mostly deserted fields, and Karrer continues to imbibe the depressed resignation of his life’s trajectory (“the fog settles into your soul,” Willarsky helpfully explains), Tarr’s film, his first collaboration with Hungarian novelist László Krasznahorkai, presents a remarkably tactile vision of life under a blundering political machine, well past the point of repair. With its deep shadows, and obvious femme fatale, you could make the case that the film is a ripened Noir, but one with much of the magistry beaten out of it, tarnished in the mud of the fields. Karrer wears a trenchcoat, alright, but it’s only there to keep out the rain.

Mangrove (2020) Dir. Steve McQueen

Frank Crichlow (Shaun Parkes) didn’t mean to create a community, exactly, when he opened his restaurant in the section of West London that had become home to many immigrants from Trinidad and Jamaica. He just wanted to have a clean business that wouldn’t attract undue police attention, as his former nightclub, Rio, had done. As more and more natives of the Caribbean moved abroad, however, there became a greater need for a place where the community could gather and feel at home. Frank’s place became a local landmark, and Frank himself, a reluctant leader of the growing movement against the continual police harassment many of the residents faced on a daily basis. In this, he wasn’t given much of a choice: Led by a deeply racist police force  —  more or less personified by writer/director Steve McQueen in the form of the sneering PC Frank Pulley (Sam Spruell)  —  Frank’s place had been unnecessarily raided nine times in six weeks. So, when approached by local Black activists, including Darcus Howe (Malachi Kirby) and Altheia Jones-Lecointe (Letitia Wright), he agrees to take part in a peaceful protest against the constables. Naturally, the police turn violent, and in the resulting chaos, nine protestors, including Frank, Darcus, and Altheia are arrested. Over time, they are tried, acquitted, and re-tried for even more serious charges. McQueen’s film, another segment from Small Axe, his chronicle of London’s West-Indies neighborhood through the decades, focuses on this specific case, not just because two of the defendants decided to represent themselves (proving to be adept barristers), but because it became a landmark part of the British crusade for civil rights (even though, as the film’s postscript explains, Frank was still routinely harassed by the police for another 18 years after the trial). To capture the sense of the complexity of the community, McQueen employs a David Simon-esque narrative hodge-podge of smaller scenes from different characters’ vantage points and views, allowing us an in-depth sense of the neighborhood and the stakes, while rarely dipping into the more played out elements of the courtroom genre. I would say, in light of the recent racial protests after the Louisville grand jury failed to hold two of the three officers involved in the death of Breonna Taylor responsible, the film could not be more prescient, but, sadly, this would have also been true just about anytime in the last three decades. As Frank says of the incorrigibly racist leaders and henchpeople continually holding them down, “These people are like vampires, you think you beat them, but they keep coming back again.”

The Salt of Tears (2020) Dir. Philippe Garrel

From the flinch-inducing title (a direct translation from the French), which sounds like a YA novel steeped in melodrama, to the mournful piano soundtrack of the intro, Philippe Garrel’s (very) French counter-romance would seem to indicate a different sort of film than what he’s actually made. It’s a bit of flim-flammery from a celebrated director unafraid to throw his audience for a loop or two (take that title, which proves to be thoroughly ironic until the very last scene). Luc (Logann Antoufermo), a young man from the provinces, has come to Paris to take an entrance exam at an exacting wood-working institute in order to receive a degree in joining, in order to better emulate his woodworking father (Andre Wilms), a kind, elderly man with a “poet’s soul.” In Paris, he happens to meet Djemila (Oulaya Amamra), a sweet young woman falling hard for the handsome Luc, who callously breaks her heart after he returns to his village. Back home, he takes up with Genevieve (Louise Chevillote), an old high-school flame, who also falls deeply for him, getting pregnant in the process, but when he unexpectedly gets accepted to the woodworking school, he dumps her to return to Paris, where  —  you guessed it!  —  he meets up with yet another woman, Betsy (Souheila Yacoub), a stunning brunette whom, we are told via our occasional narrator (Jean Chevalier), is finally “his equal.” Or more so, to be precise, as she takes in a second lover (Martin Mesnier) to their apartment, making the unhappy Luc live as a threesome. Garrel’s charting of Luc’s endless relationship explorations themselves gets tiresome, but the director isn’t much interested in his protagonist’s romantic investments, as he is the callousness of Luc, and the young in general  —  Luc crushes two loving women; then himself gets crushed; while treating his loving father as yet another irritation from time to time  —  and the manner in which their decision-making has often not matured enough to include the expansiveness of empathy. They know not what they do, until it’s too late.

Beginning (2020) Dir. Dea Kulumbegashvili

Georgian director Dea Kulumbegashvili’s debut feature, about a family of Jehovah’s Witnesses working as missionaries in a small village outside Tbilisi, and the abuse they endure at the hands of religious extremists, captivates and bewilders in equal measure. The film begins with a long single shot from inside a “prayer house,” as congregants slowly file in and fill the pews, eventually allowing David (Rati Oneli) to begin his sermon concerning the story of Abraham, willing to sacrifice his beloved son in order to appease God. The shot remains static for so long, building its own rhythm, that it becomes that much more shocking when a side door suddenly opens, and an unseen assailant tosses in a fire bomb, lighting the floor and sending everyone into terrified tumult. Kulumbegashvili’s film is filled with similar striking compositions, long single shots with very little camera movement, the edges of the frame gradually generating increasing levels of apprehension, as the action swirls often out of our visual range. She has a way of filming the opposite of what you expect: Several key conversations between pairs of characters are shot with the focus on the reaction rather than the speaker, and vitally significant scenes are crafted with characters’ backs to us, such that we can’t read their expressions or get our normal bearings. It’s a similar conundrum for the missionaries themselves, especially Yana (Ia Sukhitashvili), David’s dutiful wife, a former actress, who tries to make the best of their difficult situation, even in the face of such violent opposition to her husband’s proselytizing, a job David, ambitious he is, sees as the key to rising up in the Church’s hierarchy. After their prayer house is burned to the ground, David leaves for a few days to meet with the Elders in order to secure funding for its replacement. Into that void, enter a detective (Kakha Kintsurashvili), who appears one night to “talk” with Yana, but ends up intimidating her into a sort of sexual compromise, an event that leaves her strangely unfazed, even, it might be said, oddly curious. From there, things get both more dire, and more peculiar, with Kulumbegashvili’s implacable camera remaining stoically witness to her characters’ increasingly distressing plight. As curious as it can be tonally, she is so in command of her narrative, the film is never less than compelling, even as tragedy becomes something else entirely. By film’s end, true to David’s earlier sermons, it’s clear that at least his most devoted acolyte has taken in the biblical lessons he proffered, for better or worse.

[the-trashy-phoenix]

Supernatural season 3 review (part 1)

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Having also finished the third season, I have to admit each one until now is better than the one before. Of course that’s because you grow fond of the characters, but I honestly think it gets more and more original and involving going on. Starting with the tight link with the previous season, which in this case is Sam’s death. If you’ve never watched Supernatural, don’t worry, these guys die and come back to life on average once a season; if you’re a Supernatural fan, well, you surely know it better than me.

Resuming quickly, in the last episodes of the second season Sam dies killed by one of those guys who, just like him, have some sort of psychic abilities and are supposed to take part to the upcoming war fighting in the Yellow-eyed demon’s (whose name is Azazel, as I learnt reading Carly’s review) army. Dean is of course devastated and can’t just leave Sam dead, so he manages to make a deal (rings a bell?) with the Crossroad demon, who had appeared at some point in the second season: Sam can be brought back but the price for Dean is extremely high, because the demon would make him live for just one more year, after which he will go directly to hell. It’s understandable that he does it because he can’t live without his brother and it’s been his duty to protect and save him since when they were children, but it’s also undeniable that it’s kind of Dean’s way to get partly rid of that sense of guilt he constantly feels because of John’s sacrifice. It reminded me of Greek tragedy, because some plays have a usual pattern, whose main feature is that parents’ faults fall onto their children in an endless chain of guilt and grief from which it is impossible to escape. Dean feels like his life isn’t worth living anymore and it seems more than right to him to give it to his beloved brother, that’s why when Sam wakes up he doesn’t seem to worry about his end, at least at the very beginning. On the other hand Sam now experiences Dean’s same sense of guilt and is mad at him for imposing it to him, even if deep inside he knows he would have done the same thing, but he also can’t understand how his brother could and can accept so easily the idea of dying. In fact he can’t, he’s just pretending once again to protect Sam, who tries to save him, just like he himself did, in every possible way. At a certain point this pretending is revealed and underlines powerfully the lack of communication between the two, just like what happened after John died, when Dean kept hiding his grief because he’s supposed to be the strongest, as a big brother. I do comprehend they lie to one another for the best, but it always turns out to be a really bad choice.

Before proceeding with the episodes and the single characters, I’d like to point out one thing I feel like I delayed too much. I’m talking out about Dean’s obsession for girls (or hot chicks, if you prefer). I know it’s a part of his characterization as the prototype of the heterosexual strong man, but still I think it’s a bit exaggerated at some point, giving the impression he objectifies women. By the way let’s also consider that ten or fifteen years ago maybe there wasn’t exactly the same sensibility we now have.

This time I’ll be more schematic in commenting the episodes, because I think I’ve something to say for nearly each one of them, as they are full of events and of some new interesting characters.

In the second episode we meet Lisa, a sweetheart of Dean’s from when he was younger: he wants to meet her again, but he soon finds out she has a son, who he suspects being his. For how we know Dean we would swear he’ll be terrified by the idea of having a son, but at the end he’s unexpectedly disappointed that child is not his. This is just apparently weird, for we can explain it well considering Dean’s recurrent desire and thought of having a “normal” life and a family of his own, and maybe also all that looking for the hottest girls is nothing but a means of hiding his strong will for a stable life and partner. I have to say this episode is also really scary and disquieting because of the demonic children.

The third episode welcomes a more permanent character, Bela Talbot, a cunning thief who keeps bothering Sam and Dean during their hunts. She’s the typical bad-but-fascinating kind of character: she’s so smart you’re naturally driven to sympathize with her. The boys have a strange relationship with her, as further on, in episode 6, they’re forced to cooperate with her to solve a case and they even succeed in saving her life even if she didn’t really prove to deserve it. It sometimes seems like her mean attitude takes over her just because it’s her nature; so, even though, as I said, the brothers saved her, she steals the Colt, putting them in serious difficulty. No surprise the boys quit relying on her and refuse to save her again in the last episodes: we learn she wanted the Colt for herself because she is soon dying due to a deal she had made years before with a demon that killed her parents. Her story is quite sad, but of course she could have saved herself giving up her dark side and trusting Sam and Dean.

I really enjoyed the fifth episode, in which the fairy tales of the brothers Grimm come tragically true from a girl’s fantasy. It’s funny how supernatural events grow stranger as the episodes go on, and how sometimes the protagonists can’t believe some things actually exist even if they’re used to that. This episode is also a turning point in the general plot because Sam, desperate for saving Dean, kills the Crossroad demon with the Colt (before Bela steals it) hoping to free his brother from his deal, but the creature unexpectedly tells him that another mysterious and very powerful demon holds the contract. Sam is puzzled and he and Dean will dedicate the rest of the season to hunting that one.

I’ll mention episode 7 because we meet again an old friend, Gordon, one of the main villains of the second season who comes back to have revenge, but, as I anticipated in the previous review, he’s finally defeated in the most ironic way. In a sort of ring composition, the episode is about vampires, the same creatures Sam and Dean are hunting when they meet Gordon for the first time, and the hunter gets bit by one of them and he becomes the monster he hated the most. I don’t wanna sound mean, but he actually deserved that.

I liked the episode set at Christmas, first of all because it’s truly the best time of the year (at least for me), secondly because I think it fits perfectly Dean’s situation, being a joyful period, but also full of sadness and melancholy for another year is passing by. Of course Dean can’t but feel it strongly and I think that’s why he gets so emotional, wanting to celebrate as a proper family. We also feel so sorry for the brothers as we see flashbacks from their childhood representing their memories of their sad time on their own following their dad in his continuous hunting.

I can’t but give a special mention to episode 11, which Carly expected, and made me expect, impatiently. It’s just so funny and frustrating at same time, with the same day repeating all over again without Sam being able to stop the loop, and leading him to lose his brother for six long months (kind of a preview of what will happen when Dean will be “permanently” dead) and at the end to bring him back making the trickster (the same one we met in the first season) stop creating alternative realities.

We also see again some other recurrent characters: Bobby, who I analysed in the previous review, in episode 10 in particular, because the boys are called to save him from his own dreams, and to do so they have to enter them (in this way we and the brothers have the chance to know more about him and his past); the so-called “Ghostfacers”, a group of clumsy fake hunters Sam and Dean had met in the first season (and meet again now in episode 12) and have constantly to save from themselves and the hunts they put themselves into; the FBI agent Henricksen, who is “hunting” the brothers as he thinks they’re dangerous criminals. Nevertheless, in episode 12, he has to change his mind and reconsider his opinions about them for the police station where Sam and Dean are kept is attacked by a demonic army and Henricksen himself gets possessed. While deciding how to fight them, they are helped by Ruby, a demon who seems to be different from the others: at first she seems willing to help Sam saving Dean, and help the boys in general (as in episode 12 against the army), but at the end her purpose comes out. But let’s go a little bit back to Henricksen and the police station: they manage to defeat all those demons really smartly (they read out the exorcism formula though speakers which spread the sound all over the place), but when everything seems to be going well, Sam and Dean learn from the news that another demon came at the police station after they left and killed everyone. It is called Lilith, and she’s the real villain of the season, mainly because it’s her who holds Dean’s contract. So of course the final fight is to defeat Lilith, but also to save Dean’s life. That’s when Ruby intervenes again to suggest Sam could use his psychic abilities to defeat her. He’s tempted by Ruby’s ideas because, even if he doesn’t know how to manage his powers, he’s so focused on saving his brother’s life he could be a bit naïve trusting Ruby without really knowing what’s her real purpose, even though she seems to be the only good demon living. On the contrary Dean doesn’t believe her at all. We can’t know how the things would have ended up if they listened to Ruby’s advice, but they don’t and they can’t kill Lilith, so Dean is chewed up by the hellhounds and goes directly to hell. This scene is so heartbreaking because Sam’s pain is nearly unbearable and you find yourself having hoped, or having been sure, Dean would survive in some ways. That’s how the third season ends, with Sam broken into tears, Lilith still strong and free, Dean covered in blood deep down in hell. Hope seems far away. Or maybe we just have to wait for the next season.

- Irene 💕

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@fluffykuma​

oh my god, tell me about it. i got my dad a banjo a couple of years ago for christmas because he really loves that super quick scruggs-style banjo playing, and its so like, i dont even know. even his experience as a guitar player barely helped. the difference in his playing from now compared to when he first started is like, noticably leaps and bounds better, but when you compare it to what he wants to be able to do, its like hes a third grader who just learned hot cross buns on the recorder. i tried to learn a few rolls and almost immediately gave up; if theres any positive about the banjo, i guess the chords are pretty easy to memorize :^) at the end of the day, i guess the important thing is that youre enjoying yourself? also YES PLEASE listen to bela fleck and the flecktones - sinister minister is the first jazz song i can consciously remember - probably one of the earliest songs in general i can consciously remember - and because of that, it and the rest of their discogrpahy has had a fabulous and ever-changing impact on me.

and, looping back to the first paragraph, flecktones music is great in that its often the opposite of the "really fast all the time" (impressive as it is) aspect of bluegrass banjo (while also still capturing the essence of bluegrass); without a doubt, bela fleck can *absolutely* play banjo as fast as he goddamn wants to, but that kind of showmanship is used more as tasteful additions where appropriate rather than the entire basis of the music, kinda like pat metheny. theres such a diversity there that i reckon, as far as learning to play the banjo goes, trying to play like bela fleck, or learning flecktones songs, might be a good option thatd offer an opportunity for gradual growth with measurable progress. or maybe im talking out my ass! its 6 in the morning and im probably dehydrated so thats a very real possibility!

anyway, the first two flecktone albums are fantastic! sinister minister will always be my all time favourite, but the other "popular" flecktones songs would be like, sunset road, flight of the cosmic hippo, and michelle. also, watching live videos of them playing is always always always fun:

victor wooten is such a charismatic stage personality that just like, shows off, just because; everything from the subtle pointing at the beginning, to the flips and spins he does, all while continuing to play nonchalantly. howard levy playing the harmonica like that, with just zero effort whatsoever. and futureman. i love futureman so much - the way he meshes the samples with the synthaxe and the acoustic kit is something i love so much.

:^) :^) :^) :^)

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Carta de suicídio de Bruno Pontes (cuidado, texto forte)

“Não foi culpa de ninguém

Foi uma escolha exclusivamente minha

ninguém teve participação nisso

Na verdade é algo que eu venho pensando há muito tempo

A vida pra mim nunca foi algo interessante, estudar, trabalhar, ter uma carreira?

uma família?

e se eu não conseguir nada disso? falhei em ser um ser humano?

não sei, sempre me julgaram por nao me importar com o futuro

eu só era a pessoa que queria que todos da rodinha dessem risada

mas se eu não estivesse na roda tbm não faria diferença

sei lá.. sempre fui o tanto faz

eu sempre fui a pessoa que ia atrás pra conversar

eu sempre precisei conversar, minha cabeça nunca aguentou as loucuras que se passava por lá

pensar sozinho é algo muito ruim, vc cria milhares de situações inalcançáveis

tbm nunca pensei em trivialidades, aprender a cozinhar? levar o lixo pra fora?

eu sempre vivi de devaneio

isso começou com 15 anos, quando me mudaram de sala no ensino medio

me colocaram numa sala com pessoas q eu nunca conversei na vida

pelo simples motivo de eu conversar com meus amigos na sala anterior

nessa nova sala eu nao falava com ngm, era zuado por muitos otarios

mas eu nunca liguei, eu sempre fui o que tinha a melhor resposta

e olha q eu tava gordo, era facil me atingir kkkj

mas ai começou a ansiedade, a vontade de nao levantar..

de nao ir pra escola, de nao fazer nada... acabou q.reprovei no 1º ano

eu queria fazer 18 anos logo pra nao precisar voltar pra escola

entao finalmente fiz 18, isso já no segundo ano,,

arrumei uma namorada, acho q era 2012

nunca disse pra ela q eu era um repetente

ela era linda e inteligente demais pra mim.. mas eu fui com tudo q eu tinha a oferecer

bjs e 12cm de pau

ela me amou por 2 anos, e fui eu q terminei, me arrependo até hj

acho q era a vergonha, a mae dela era professora

o pai ganhava mt dinheiro, casa topper, eu nao tinha nada

como sempre me sentindo inferior nesse quesito

mas eu sempre achei q era mais inteligente que a maioria das outras pessoas

mas sempre preferi ser o engraçadão, o que ia pra diretoria

afinal o que puxa mais atenção do que um palhaço?

foi assim que eu sai da escola..

e até o presente momento eu fui um palhaço na vida

conquistava pessoas com piadas

eu sempre achei q eu era um pessoa inteligente pq eu conseguia fazer piada com qualquer assunto

pensava rapido, todos diziam q eu era bom nisso

o que eu nao percebi foi que meus amigos de verdade seguiram em frente

um trabalha praticamente 24hrs, o outro mudou de cidade

é, 2 amigos... fazer oque? eles tem mais amigos, diferente de mim

mas nunca me deixaram de lado..

e eu odeio aglomeração.. meu negocio é 2-3 amigos, uma musica e uma conversa..

mas era sempre a mesma coisa, desde meus 15 anos vivendo um looping

eu nao conseguia levantar da cama, ter uma vida normal

era a famosa depressão me comendo todo dia

mas eu tinha que agir como se eu tivesse de boa

eu fui criado pelos meus avós, eles são do sitio..

se hoje vc precisa ficar numa sala com uma pessoa de ensino superior pra falar sobre depressao

imaginem meus avós, q nem ler sabem, jamais iriam identificar que eu tinha algo..

pra eles eu só era preguiçoso

ainda mais eu q fico o dia todo no quarto, na frente do computador

q só sai pra ir no banheiro e dormir

e eu nunca comentei nada pelo simples motivo de nao deixar eles preocupados

atualmente eles estão velhos o suficiente pra me perder, os dois sempre falam de morte

''acho q nao vou estar aqui ano q vem, meu filho''

então acho q essa escolha não vai interferir em muita coisa

bora voltar ao assunto de gado...

meus relacionamentos nunca deram certo, basicamente pq uma mulher procura um homem que trabalhe, que levante 7 da manhã e de bom dia..

q diga que a vida é bela, e q vai trabalhar tanto e ganhar tanto dinheiro q nao vai sobrar tempo pra dar amor ou cuidar das crianças

q vida hein? meu sonho

eu nunca dei bom dia pra ninguém, eu acho..

pq eu nunca tive um dia completamente bom

uma boa noite talvez

pra eu chamar alguem de linda demorava meses, independente da beleza da pessoa

eu nunca me importei com aparência, meu negocio é ter aquela conversa q vc lembra no dia seguinte e ri sozinho

pra falar q amo entao... era muito dificil, pq é algo muito importante pra mim, nao posso desperdiçar com qualquer um

em 2018 eu disse a palavra amor muito poucas vezes, 90% pros meus 2 amigos

pra mulher eu disse q amava tbm, só pra uma.. era mais especial que pra amigo, pq quando vc diz q ama uma mulher, foi pq ela realmente te conquistou

pelo menos na minha cabeça é assim.. jkkkk mt romantico, de fato..

um amigo vc normalmente cresce com ele.. é basicamente da familia, come na sua casa e os krajo. meus 2 melhores amigos eu conheço desde os 4 anos de idade

já uma mulher q vc conhece, e bate papo e em 2 semanas ta dizendo q ama, tem q ter muita conexão, tem q fazer sua vida girar em torno dela, praticamente

e eu sou uma pessoa intensa sobre sentimento..

se eu digo q amo, eu vou até o fim dizendo q amo, mesmo se terminar o namoro, possivelmente eu vou continuar amando..

e isso é ruim pra uma pessoa com essa cabeça merda minha

imagine vc amar alguém, mas terminou e nao conversa mais, e essa pessoa nao demonstra nada por vc? a cabeça morre

e esse ano minha cabeça acabou comigo

tinha dia q eu tava de boa, feliz, mas minha cabeça nao queria q eu ficasse feliz

a cabeça queria pensar merda, queria q eu pensasse em coisas sem sentido

e a minha boca queria falar, mesmo eu nao querendo..

e ela falava, acabou com meu relacionamento.. acabou com amizades, com tudo

terminei na minha cama

imagine ficar deitado o dia todo, nesse calor.. 30graus+ kkkk

é engraçado.. mas eu nao conseguia levantar

meu corpo tinha 2toneladas, nao conseguia tomar banho

nao conseguia comer, nao sabia se o céu tava nublado

nao abria a janela, nao fazia literalmente nada

via as mesmas coisas no youtube todos os dias

parecia q eu tava vivendo o mesmo dia a semana toda

só conseguia pensar nas merdas que fiz errado até hoje

é torturante demais..

e eu sou torturado por isso ha mais de 8 anos

mas depois dos 20, quando eu deveria ser o adulto...

q contribuísse cm a sociedade de algum modo, o que creio q eu nunca fiz..

foi mais ou menos nesse momento q começou a intensificar essa merda de depre

hoje eu to com 24, então basicamente 4 anos com esse intenso sentimento de q nada dará certo

completa frustração, namoro, trabalho, amigos, tudo..

nao consigo fazer nada

nao consigo me esforçar em nada, nao consigo superar nada

sempre achei q eu tava sozinho no mundo

q eu era o monstro de bird box, ngm queria me ver

kkkkkk top 10 piadas antes de se matar

era um npc, que só respondia o que perguntavam

eu ja tava pensando em quitar desse joguinho merda ha mt tempo

mas nao conseguia deixar meus avós sozinhos...

dia 31/01 eu joguei na mega, olhei no espelho e falei pra mim msm q nao faria diferença se eu ganhasse

nao tem nada a ver com dinheiro, ou bens.. é uma briga pessoal

e eu sempre apanhei

hoje infelizmente eu apanhei demais

dia 01, olhei pro céu e nao consegui prometer nada, pq eu nao tenho nada pra viver

entre ficar na minha cama o dia todo e nao estar mais por aqui, eu prefiro ir embora

sei que alguns ficarão tristes, mas por favor, lembrem-se das minhas piadas

aquelas em momentos inoportunos

de risada quando zuarem a minha morte, afinal eu sempre zoei com tudo, nao vai ser morto q vou reclamar

odeio politicamente correto, eu sempre achei q seria um cara do stand-up

fazer o que, se eu nao consigo lidar comigo msm, imagine com uma platéia?

alias, eu acho que setembro amarelo é uma piada..

não importa o que vc fale, se eu quiser me matar... eu vou..

pode guardar essa fitinha, vcs nao se importam com quem tem depressão

empatia praticamente nao existe

a pessoa tem q nascer de um anjo pra perceber q as vezes o proximo precisa de ajuda

felizmente as pessoas nao morrem só de velhice

imagine ficar tão triste como eu to agora, mas nao poder morrer pq minha expectativa de vida é de 80 anos? e eu tenho q cumprir os fodendo 80 anos?

pqp da até vontade de virar o joão de deus

pra q viver até os 80?.. só pra fuder a fila do banco e os assentos do busão? nem, vlw

e po bolsonaro.. nao vivi o suficiente pra tomar um tiro

taokei? se bem q eu votei no daciolo graças a deuxx

e tbm nao vivi pra ver o lula sair da cadeia

nem fodendo q eu ia guentar mais 10 anos nessa porra

nao sei, eu vivi como um adolescente, mesmo tendo 24

mas eu acho q essa decisão mostra que eu cresci o suficiente

decidir q nao quer mais viver é algo totalmente adulto, se é meu corpo minhas regras, tem q ser pra tudo, nao só pra enfiar um shortinhos no cu

uns amigos tentaram conversar comigo.. eu disse q tava tudo bem

q eu ia superar essa tristeza e seguir em frente..

mas eu nao consegui, fui fraco

e se alguem q estiver lendo isso e estiver com o mesmo sentimento

pense 2 vezes

se vc estiver em duvida, continue vivendo, nunca se sabe o dia de amanhã

vc pode ser feliz, eu poderia ser feliz

infelizmente, eu sempre respiro fundo, olho pro teto, e a unica coisa q passa na minha cabeça é a corda e cadeira

eu sou preguiçoso, vai dar muito trabalho achar uma corda, fazer o nó e tal

então eu vou pegar a bike, pegar uma brisa no rosto

e me jogar na primeira agua funda q eu ver

nao sei nadar mesmo

o foda é se eu aprender a nadar nessa tentativa de morrer

ai esse texto nao vai valer de nada

mas acho que vou morrer kkkkkk

enfim, não foi culpa de ninguém

nem de ex namorada, q eu amei pra kralho, e fiquei mt triste quando acabou

mas nao foi culpa dela, pessoa maravilhosa, espero q seja feliz

e se eu virar fantasma vou dar uns sustos nela jkkk

beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice

nem foi culpa de amigos, q eu senti sdds de sair, conversar e tudo

nem de familia, apesar de todos sempre me julgarem, nunca me importei, então nunca influenciaram na minha vida

a culpa foi minha, nao tankei a vida.. é muito dano krai

mas olhem pelo lado positivo, eu ja poderia ta morto

eu ja dei milhares de role de carro mt loko, com o mundo girando na rodovia e nao morri

imagine morrer sem deixar um textão? kkkkk

fucking feminista

mas na moral, espero reencarnar na barriga da anitta

vou crescer burro, mas num belo corpo

enfim

quando alguem pedir pra vc se sentar do lado, pra conversar.. nao importa quem seja

sente-se.. essa pessoa pode estar precisando de ajuda

um ''vai ficar tudo bem'' pode mudar o dia de alguem

e eu precisava.. mas ninguém sentou do meu lado

todos só dançaram e continuaram bebendo

é o que pessoas felizes fazem hoje em dia

kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

feliz 2019 e espero ter virado noticia em algum site

se forem fazer um filme, me faça usuario de cocaina e comedor

pode ser de travesti

a primeira foto foi de um dia loko, q eu bebi varias barrigudinha e quase matei a mo numa cadeira giratória

alias, foi ai q começou o meu ultimo namorinho eu acho

ela chorou mt esse dia

o da esquerda foi meu primeiro amigo gay, infelizmente tive q cortar vínculos pq o bolsonaro virou presidente

sacanagi, amo todos os lgbtqrstuvxz q passaram pela minha vida

sempre felizes e mostrando q a vida vale a pena

as outras duas são dos meus melhores amigos, desde criança, e até hoje, obrigado, vcs sempre me fizeram feliz

espero q tenha pes 2013 do outro lado, seus patos

me perdoem por nao ter tido um ultimo role com vcs

e mesmo sendo ateu, eu espero q tenha algum tipo de vida do outro lado, e que de algum modo eu consiga guiar vcs

prometo q dessa vez nao levarei pro caminho do mal kkkk

e pra vcs q leram até aqui...

a vida não é curta como dizem, parece q eu vivi uma eternidade

nao tenha medo de errar

eu vou errar até meu ultimo suspiro

tenho certeza q enquanto engulo agua eu ja tenha desistido de morrer

deve ser desesperador

mas como eu sempre tive medo da agua

acho que é um modo interessante de terminar isso

superar o medo até o ultimo segundo kkkk

e vale lembrar q BREAKING BAD melhor série

SENHOR DOS ANÉIS melhor trilogia/filme

TWISTED FATE melhor champ do lol

coloquem Losing my religion do R.E.M pra trocar, é minha musica favorita

então, como eu disse pra um amigo, a internet criou a depressão

e vcs nao conseguem sair disso, vcs vão ficar tristes pra sempre

pq isso aqui é a primeira e ultima coisa q vcs fazem no dia

meu sonho era morar no meio do mato, andar de pau de fora e nao falar nenhuma lingua conhecida

a chance de eu chorar antes de dormir é provavelmente 0

mas não, antes de dormir vc olha o post dela, ou dele.. um desenho com uma frase

E VC CHORA kkkkkkkkk

a vida moderna é uma merda, felizmente estou me retirando

entao, flw..vou indo lá

E pra vcs, vida que segue.