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wherearemyglassesbro · 4 years

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A h/etalia Umbrella academy au but it isn’t actually one, it’s just inspired by UA kinda...idk

//Uh keep in mind that this is going straight from the drafts onto your dash and uhhh there will for sure be spelling errors so don’t roast me lmao

Roman ‘Roma’ Vargas: An eccentric billionaire who founded the Academy of the World’s Finest (or the AWF for short). He gets bored very quickly and went from buying rockets to building hotels to managing casinos to buying children. A very crazy sequence of events! (Roma has many secrets but I don’t feel like fleshing it’s out rn this is just the bare bones of this just for fun!! And if you’ve seen both seasons of UA you probably already knows what you need to know). One faithful day, October 1st 1989, multiple beautiful babies were born from women who were not pregnant the day they were born. This phenomenon made itself known to Roma and he was off to find as many of these children that he could! He sent his staff all over the world to buy these children. He successfully purchased 9.

Number 1, purchased for $10,000 in Las Vegas: Number 1 was picked to be number 1 because Roma thought he was such a strong looking baby. Alfred was actually purchased fifth out of his siblings but no one knows that except Roma himself. Alfred, from a young age, was able to cause an obscene amount of damage. When he held Roma’s hand while learning to walk, he crushed the bones in his hand. When he kicked a soccer ball down the hallway, it went through the wall like a meteor. When he knocked on Arthurs door to bother him, the door snapped in half (and Art screamed bloody murder). He has an insane amount of strength without even trying! It was very hard for him to get a handle on it because he’s so spontaneous and isn’t really one to think before acting but once he and hs siblings started training for hero work?? That was his motivation to be better, to control his power to use it against bad guys!!! He’s the golden boy of the family, he never disobeys Roma and will never, even now, say anything bad about him. ‘Hey! He’s my dad, he saved me from whatever shithole life I was destined to have in Nevada. I couldn’t be more thankful for my life! And mom, if you’re watching this...Thanks. I don’t know who you are but...Thank you’

Number 2, purchased for $25,000 in Le Mans: Number 2’s power presented itself only after he learned to talk. Francis’s power of persuasion is both a blessing and a curse for him. He’s struggled greatly with being ‘number 2’, he wants the same validation and attention as ‘number 1’ gets. He doesn’t think it’s fair. He often used his power for bad things arond the house like ‘J'ai entendu une rumeur that you broke every finger on your right hand!’ that was a very gruesome morning for Alfred and the scolding that Francis got scarred him for life as he was insulted and cursed out in front of his family. Even after that, he still kept up his happy exterior. He was also usually the face of the AWF, appearing on magazine covers which he may or may not have influenced the writers just a bit. His power is strong but he does not use it on Roma because he’s terrified of what would happen if he did!! As he’s gotten older, he’s falls off the wagon a little but he’s trying to make a solid recovery. Also, when he was 7 he found out he was born in France! He then forced himself to become totally fluent in French and taught himself to have a French accent too. Whoopie....

Number 3, purchased for $1000 in Sicily: Number 3 is a dangerous child, he was from day one. When he was born, he was presenting a 116 degree fever yet he was acting totally normal. His mother was convinced he was the devil and was more than happy to sell him off to Roma. Roma felt a deep connection to Lovi from the start....Lovi looked like him. He looked like he could be his biological son. Lovi got special treatment from Roma often but he still felt overshadowed by his siblings. I mean, a majority of his siblings are pretty blondes. He felt left out often. But he would channel that anger into training and cooking! He has a trick that he likes to do, cracking an egg into his palm and cooking it. That one impresses Alfred every time! Not that he’s hard to impress. Lovi would often push himself too far in his quest to be the best and snap at his siblings, leaving him even more alienated from them. He spent a lot of time around Roma and Feli, mostly Roma. He got a lot of one-on-one training with him and a lot of praise too. All he ever wanted to do was be perfect for his father. He set bad guys on fire, did interviews on live tv, set fire to a warehouse full of gang members, all kinds of stuff that he never would have done on his own. Stuff that he didn’t want to do. All so he could impress Roma

Number 4, purchased for $700 outside of Berlin: Number 4 has always been hyper and loud! But his powers suddenly developed over night, which was terrifying for him. Gilbert awoke in the middle of the night to pee one night and was met with a ghost in the bathtub. Naturally, Roma encouraged him to speak with ghosts and would make him go to cemeteries to talk to the dead. Ghosts scared him so he’d secretly take Benadryl to knock himself out but as he got older, he realized that he couldn’t be scared anymore cause these ghosts needed a friend :( so he used these ghosts to fight in missions and in return, he’d play games with them and chat with them, just being friend with the ones who had a hard time crossing over :’) he likes using his powers for good but feels like he’s taking advantage of his ghost friends sometimes which took the fun out of crime fighting

Number 5, given to Roma for free outside of Kyoto: Number 5 got a late start compared to his siblings. His powers took awhile longer to manifest and he had trouble learning to read. But once he caught up, he proved himself to be the smartest out of all of them. Smarter than some of them combined, even. Kiku still often indulged in his siblings antics but at the same time, he felt he was somewhat superior to them. He learned to poof himself from one side of the room to the other, starting off small. He figured out he could time travel one night when Francis and Gil were hammered and knocked a vase over. Kiku felt every muscle in his body tense, then a sensation of falling, then he was suddenly 10 seconds in the past!! Wow!! He caught the vase before it could hit the ground and kicked Fran so he fell down, leaving him to sleep on the foyer floor while Gil just stood there like ‘wtf...?’. When Roma started berating him for ‘getting too cocky’, Kiku threw a bit of a hissy fit and decided to jump to the future!! He did and landed himself in the aftermath of the 2019 apocalypse, unable to get back home cause he wore himself out and had no idea what he had even done to get himself there in the first place lmao sucker.

Number 6, purchased for $10,000 in York: Number 6 was an extremely fussy baby. All he did was cry and cry and cry, it was very frustrating for Roma since the other babies were somewhat easier to handle. Arthur was indeed a handful. When he was hungry, baby food tins and spoons would float out of the pantry and over to his highchair. When he wanted to torment his siblings, he’d take their things and throw them across the room with his mind. When a sinking was annoying him, he’d simply lift them up and shove them out of his room. Easy. He is probably the smartest or second smartest of his siblings. He isn’t the most athletic but he spent lots of time studying, so much so that Roma had to constantly buy new books for Art to read to keep him mentally stimulated. He was often a voice of reason though no one listened to him. When fighting he was very useful!! He never needed to get close to the bad guys, he could throw them around without moving a muscle! The only downside is that it wore him out after awhile...Ugh. He avoided the media but did do interviews with his mask on, encouraging kids his age to stay in school! By the time Art was 13, he was taking college level tests and reading college level material so...he’s one smart cookie

Number 7, given to Roma for free in undisclosed location in Russia: Number 7 is too powerful for her own good. At a young age, Francis was told to convince her that she had no powers. This was done in secret, only Roma, the house staff, Francis and Kiku knew it happened. Everyone else was oblivious and left out of the loop. Vanya has the ability to shake the earth, to cause obscene amounts of damage in the blink of an eye. Her power was something that Roma could have never prepared himself for. So from that day on, Vanya was a ‘normal girl’. She watched from the sidelines as her siblings got to train and fight. She sat with Feli to paint or sew or just talk. She went through every day feeling worthless, like she wasn’t meant to be a part of this family. She channeled her feelings into art, painting canvasses worth of rainy cities or melting people. She made a series of paintings depicting her siblings’ abilities through chunky brushstrokes and vibrant colors. Each painting sold for over one million dollars. She thought her art career would impress her father. It didn’t.

Number 8, purchased for $15,000 and 10 cows outside of Oslo: Number 8 was always a quiet boy, he kept to himself and Roma thought he may be powerless as well for almost 5 years until lightning struck the house...on a bright sunny day...not a cloud in the sky. Turns out Lukas and Kiku were arguing. They were only 5 so they were just shrieking and yelling nonsense then BAM!!!! Lighting. Roma was so terrified but Lukas was giggling and shooting soarks out of his hands, his hair sticking up like crazy. He was always quiet and reserved, he spent a lot of time in the library or on the roof just looking out over the city. He didn’t like sneaking out of the house like his brothers and sisters did but he went ‘to keep an eye on them’...he always had fun though. He stayed away from the media and wore a mask that his most of his face so he wouldn’t be recognized. Sadly, in a tough fight in a hostage situation, Lukas was shot and killed when he was 15, right when he was starting to consider writing a book about hero work and how as he aged, he was becoming more confident in himself due to helping others. It was a tragic loss for his siblings

Number 9, purchased for $800 and a new car in La Coruna: Number 9 was successful from the start, surpassing her siblings in height very very fast. Her power just happens to be her speed. Carmen, as a baby, was a lot to handle since she crawled around the house at 40 miles an hour. Even her sleep schedule was quick, she’d take a 20 minute speed nap and have enough energy to run around for hours after. When she was introduced to the idea of being a hero, she agreed so fast that she nearly bit her tongue off. She always got her chores done quick, helped around the house, all of that since a task that would take 3 hours only took a few minutes for her. She was a great female role model and did many interviews for teen magazines to encourage girls to be their best, that has always been her message. She even wrote ‘GRLPWR’ on her cheeks in black paint before heading off to fight crime in case she had her picture taken. Roma wasn’t a huge fan of that but she didn’t care too much :) she has always stuck up for her sisters!! And she has always been close to Fran and Gil but as they got older, their interests began to differ so she found herself hanging with Vanya and Arthur more

Feliciano Vargas: Roma Vargas’s only biological son. He does not have powers and often felt left out when he was left behind while his siblings went on missions. He’s 2 years younger than the rest of them and is often referred to as ‘stupid little brother’ by Lovino which hurt his feelings. When he was a baby, they were like 2 and a half so they didn’t see him as ‘aww look my baby brother!’ They just found him annoying cause he cried a lot. Like his siblings, he never met his mom but he does feel good knowing that he will always have his dad. When he and the academy kids fight, he will often rub it in their faces that at least Roma is his biological dad. That really rubs salt in the wounds, huh? Feli has always gotten on well with Vanya, they got left behind all the time so they got to paint and play music together :) they made eachother very happy

Gilbert and Lukas: Gil didn’t really like Lukas much when they were younger cause Lukas was just...quiet and reserved. Gil is the exact opposite. But now that Lukas is dead, Gil pities him and hangs out with him. They trained a lot together but Gil got embarassed when they trained cause if someone were to walk in, they’d just see Gil shouting and punching at nothing so...They trained in the dark at 3am on the roof where they wouldnt be interrupted. Now that Gil is older, he can channel Lukas almostperfectly. Lukas has an almost totally physical form when Gil uses his powers, allowing Lukas to channel lightning the way he was able to when he was alive. Lukas doesn’t like doing that too often cause it’s a bit cruel, getting to feel alive when you’re not :/

Kuma: Kuma was a normal polar bear that was experimented on in a lab that Roma funded. The scientists combined his DNA with monkey and human DNA and after much trial and error, they were able to get his brain to process English. So he wears a collar that allows him to talk. He scolded the kids for running around in the house but then five minutes later he’d let them ride his back while HE ran around the halls :) he was like a fun uncle to them. He wore a bow tie :)

Wan yu: Roma fell in love with a woman from China when he was younger. She was studying culinary arts in Italy and he absolutely fell head over heels for her. But things didn’t work out. So once the tech came around, he had an advanced robot version of his first love created for the sole purpose of loving him and his children. She was programmed to be a great role model, compassionate, patient and...A good cook. The kids all called her mom or ma and even though she never technically had favorites, she was always fond of little Kiku. She was the one who taught him to read when he had trouble doing so and she’s stay up late with him in secret to help him catch up in other languages. The kids all had to learn Italian, English, Spanish, Greek and Russian bedore they were even 8 years old. Since Kiku took a bit longer to grasp that kind of stuff, she would sneak him down to the library to have one-on-one lessons with him. :) she was also very caring when it came to Alfred, she saw how hard he pushed himself sometimes and it hurt her to watch. She made cookies for him on especially rough days

Lukas’s death: Lukas’s death hit Arthur, Vanya and Gilbert especially hard. Arthur and Lukas bonded over similar interests, Lukas and Vanya played chess all the time and gossiped and Gilbert always thought that Lukas was the coolest sibling he had. His death was used as motivation for everyone else to continue training. Gilbert ‘summoned’ Lukas three days after his death and Lukas has followed him around ever sicne. Lukas wasn’t avtually summoned, he’d been secretly roaming the house for days and decided to just let Gil think he summoned him. Roma was depressed about his son’s death for a week or so but he never really allowed himself to feel negative emotions for too long so he was over it a bit...too quickly.

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etlunainmorte · 5 years

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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"Ave Maria! Jungfrau mild,

Erhöre einer Jungfrau Flehen,

Aus diesem Felsen starr und wild

Soll mein Gebet zu dir hin wehen, Zu dir hin wehen.

Wir schlafen sicher bis zum Morgen,

Ob Menschen noch so grausam sind.

O Jungfrau, sieh der Jungfrau Sorgen,

O Mutter, hör ein bittend Kind!

Ave Maria!"

V could hear, as clear as day, the solemn music that was coming from the other side of the portal. He walked, reaching the end of the dark tunnel, until light enveloped his entire body, giving him warmth. He finally arrived to his destination. But, all of a sudden, he was met with a violent slash of light that almost ripped him in two. If it weren’t for Griffon, who grabbed the collar of his dark, leather vest just in time, he would probably be as good as dead.

“What the hell?!” Griffon screeched, looking around for any sign of Demons.

V looked around, as well, but saw nothing, except for a pastel pink, fur blanket on the grass beneath his feet, an empty basket, and the radio which played the song, “Ave Maria”. He picked up the blanket and immediately noticed that it was still warm, not to mention very fragrant, like the smell of fresh flowers blooming in the morning.

“She was just here.” V said, his voice almost dropped to a very low whisper.

“She?!” Griffon shot back. “How did you even know that was a girl? She tried to chop you like onions!”

Yes, how did he know that? Was it some kind of a strange, gut feeling, or one of his suppressed, male instincts?

“No matter. I’m very certain that we are the ones who are at fault here. We startled her.” he said, purposefully making his voice louder. He took a quick glance at the bushes on his right and noticed something moving behind it. He smiled and placed the soft blanket back down on the ground. “I think I’ll return this.”

“Shall we go after her?”

“There’s,… no need for that.” he answered, making sure that his voice could be heard by that person behind the bushes. He then faced the path before him and walked, making sure that Griffon’s following closely behind him. “We must press on.”

The sun was getting low. Despite that, he still took the time to admire the lush garden of the very familiar place. He had been here, he knew it. And, the moment he arrived at the main road of the city, there was no mistaking it:

He was back at Red Grave.

But, why did the Yamato bring them there, of all places?

It looked as though he would no longer muse any longer, for there, speeding from the distance with a sleek, blue motorcycle, was the boy, himself. Nero was about to pass V when he noticed him standing there on the sidewalk. He put the vehicle to a halt, hitting the break, and stopping right beside V.

“Hey, V!” Nero said, smiling at him. “Long time no see.”

“It has been quite a while.” V said, then smiled back, not wanting to let the boy know that he was still a bit mad at him for what happened the last time they saw each other.

“Was it a month already?”

“Three weeks, you idiot!” Griffon screeched at him.

“And the little chicken is here!” Nero joked, pointing at Griffon and effectively mocking him with the cursed nickname. “Now, I know what we’re having for dinner!”

“Why, you, son of a - !”

V quickly shielded Griffon with his cane, or the other way around, and tilted his head sideways, letting his hair fall to the half part of his face. “It seems that you are in a hurry.”

“Yeah, I’m going to Nico’s.” Nero mentioned. “Said she had a job for me.”

“And what would that be?”

Nero shrugged his shoulders. “Beats me. She only said to ’hustle over and make it damn quick’. Look, she even told me to bring formal wear. I don’t even know what that is!” He pointed at the compartment of the motorcycle with his thumb and gave it a disgusted look. “Luckily, Kyrie knows stuff. She’s a real life saver.”

“Is that so?” V said, making himself sound like he was genuinely interested.

And, it was a success.

“Wanna tag along?” Nero graciously offered, revving his badass motorcycle and looking really proud.

What a simpleton.

A few moments later, V found himself riding with Nero, letting the delicious, early evening air splash on his face and sweep his wavy, jet black locks. He held onto the boy’s shoulders with a hand, his other one firmly holding onto the metal cane and making sure it’s not in the way as Nero drove.

“So, this job,…” V had to make his voice louder for him to be heard above the sound of the speeding vehicle. “Is it Devil May Cry related?”

“I think.” Nero answered, not letting his eyes off the road for a minute. “I knew I told her not to bug me unless she wants me to kill some shit.”

“And this,… vehicle?”

V noticed the boy chuckle. “It was a gift from the mayor of Red Grave for defeating that son of a bitch.” He was referring to none other than Urizen, V’s demonic half. “Well, actually, I bought it using the money he offered me for saving the lives of the citizens. Kyrie was opposed to this, at first, telling me I had no discipline with things like this.”

“She was right.” V answered. “You are not wearing any protection for your,…. cranium.”

“Ahh, yeah, I think I forgot my helmet back home. Kyrie’s gonna slit my throat for this,…”

V smirked, actually wishing for it to happen. However, at the simple thought of slitting someone else’s throat, one person immediately popped into his mind.

“And,… Dante?” V asked. That’s it, he finally asked about his stupid twin brother.

“He got paid by the mayor, too. But, he squandered everything in a casino one night, losing in one fell swoop. Let’s just say he ended up with more debt than usual.”

“Oh. I see.” V said, musing about the fact. He may know Dante to be a bit of a risk - taker when it comes to challenges. But, he knew for certain that he would never take part in any challenge unless he knew from the start that he would win. Aside from that, he knew Dante would not indulge into such things, unless,…

So, why? V knew his brother too much. Was he secretly - ?

“We’re here.” Nero announced, putting the vehicle to a stop in front of a twenty - story building in an actually fancy neighborhood a few kilometers away from the park V just transported into.

He got down and looked up at the apartment, fully anticipating everything that would possibly happen to him from then on. If the Yamato really intended for him to be here, then he might as well do anything he can to unravel this rare phenomenon that reunited him with these people.

After properly parking the motorcycle, Nero invited V inside the apartment. Once inside, they noticed that the walls of the lobby were filled with classic, renaissance - style murals that simply took V’s breath away. It’s not everyday that he could see such sights as this, after all. Murals in an apartment? That’s something. And clearly, Nero was surprised, as well.

“Huh, who knew Nico lived in a fancy place now?” the boy said as he pressed the elevator button that would lead the two of them to the sixteenth floor.

V didn’t answer. Instead, he listened in on the music that was being played inside the elevator. Nero noticed V’s interest in it and smiled.

“You like these kinds of things, yeah?”

“Definitely.” V answered, his mind still on the riveting piece of music that was Mozart. “Actually made me miss playing the violin.”

“Oh, right.” Nero nodded, then jerked his head towards V in utter shock. “Wait, you could play the violin?!”

But, before V could even answer, they arrived at the destined floor. The two got out and went directly to the third room on the right. Nero checked and double checked the crumpled note he produced from his pocket and confirmed it was the right place.

“Okay. This is it.” he said, and before he could even knock, the door was slammed open, almost whacking him in the face. “What the fuck?!”

“You’re late, psycho!” Nico, the tattooed female who opened the door, screamed at him. “What did I tell ya about the third ring rule?!”

“Stop bitching! V’s right here! I found him on the way here.” Nero screamed right back at Nico, who immediately noticed the poet’s presence in the area.

“Hey, you must be him, huh?” Nico cooled down, appraising her surprise visitor with an expert eye. “The mysterious one who hired Dante.”

“You are looking at this mysterious one right now.” V answered good - naturedly.

“Then, let’s not wait for the grass to grow! Come in!”

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #i see my future before me #v x reader #v x you #chapter 3 #the strange mission #revised

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lambcaey · 6 years

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Casino Cups: Life Goes On (Part 1)

This three-part fanfic is largely based on the awesome Cuphead AU known as Ask Cups and Casinos, but could apply to the Cuphead fandom in general, too (just long before the Cup bros start working at the casino). Definitely check it out!

Credit goes to Bright Goat for the AU (hope I did justice to your amazing work!) Enjoy!

Part 2

Casino Cups: Life Goes On (Part 1)

Silence without serenity; stillness with a sense of foreboding; a feeling of calm clashing with that of rapidly-growing fear. That was how it felt during the first few minutes without Elder Kettle. One minute, he was tearfully professing his love for his grandsons. The next, there lay nothing in bed but a shallow husk of china. This wasn't to say that it happened completely out of nowhere. The man was getting on in years, and his family couldn't afford the kind of medical treatment that would preserve his already very long life. Despite the Isles' long history of supernatural phenomena, none of the local mystics could conjure up anything guaranteeing immortality, aside from repeating the horrific mistake of making another deal with the Devil. Nevertheless, no matter how aware the boys were of this day coming, they still weren't ready when it eventually occurred. By the time he'd reached his final hours, Elder Kettle had stopped trying to escape his fate. Instead, he came to terms with it as a fact of life, a life that was as happy and fulfilling as it could ever be for him. Even as the last of his family stood before him, begging him not to go, Elder Kettle left this plane of existence with a smile, completely at peace. It took a great deal of will power after such an intense shock, but the boys eventually forced themselves to leave their grandfather's bedside for the proper postmortem preparations. It was almost too painful to even look at their elder's corpse anymore. They didn't want to leave him, but, at the same time, there wasn't anything left to hold on to; just an empty shell in which a warm, caring, and loving soul once resided. It was incredibly unnerving, the idea of something this traumatic and heartbreaking occurring in this cheery, colorful, whimsical world. Every other element of life, even death, had some sort of silly, cartoon-like slant, at least from Cuphead and Mugman's perspective. Seeing stars; pupils rolling in their heads; a giant lump that could be brought down with the swing of a hammer; any sort of injury or illness was presented with the classic "Rule of Funny" that usually dictated the rules of physics and natural order in Inkwell Isle. Here, there wasn't any of that. No soul to parry, no ghost to interact with; Elder Kettle was plainly, simply, and completely gone. This event was just another item of this world's never-ending list of questionable occurrences. The only real shock from it was how starkly it contrasted to the rest of Inkwell Isle. Naturally, such a rare phenomenon of this magnitude could hardly be kept a secret. The news spread fast to the other residents in the isles, and, within the next half hour, virtually all of them had arrived at the boys' doorstep. Of course, there were exceptions. As much as the Devil and King Dice relished the misery of others, this particular soul was of no real value to them, which would make the experience more boring and pointless than anything else. Weepy also had to remain outside, lest he start flooding the house with his rivers of tears (more so than usual). Everyone else was either mourning by Elder Kettle's bedside, or offering any form of assistance or comfort to his grieving grandsons. Though the boys couldn't afford an official funeral, this was the closest to one as they were ever going to get, and they greatly accepted it. Mugman was very receptive to his friends' kindness. He showed the utmost gratitude from even the smallest of favors, from a shoulder to cry on to an array of bouquets for his grandfather's grave. He also spent much of the time reflecting on all the fond memories he and everyone else shared with him, even mentioning some of the more humorous ones to bring some sort of levity to the situation. Though part of Mugman felt very much alone, being surrounded by all his friends and neighbors was all the more comforting to him during this troubling time. Cuphead, on the other hand, expressed an entirely different demeanor during the pseudo-funeral. He kept himself isolated from the rest of the crowd, sitting at the top of the stairs with his arms resting on his knees. Instead of shedding any tears, his eyes gazed off into space, as though a million thoughts were racing in his mind at once. Friends like Cagney or Hilda had asked if there was anything they could do for him, but after a few times of giving them a cold "I'm fine," Cuphead retreated to his room, barring himself from any socialization altogether. He didn't even come out to watch the local ghosts deliver his grandfather's urn to the mausoleum. It was as clear as day that Cuphead was anything but "fine." Many people, especially his brother, were very tempted to go upstairs, and insist that he come out and talk with them. However, they also bore in mind that perhaps this was Cuphead's way of grieving with such a tremendous loss. The last thing the poor boy needed was feeling as if his friends were trying to impose on him how they thought he should act in the face of his grandfather's passing. Although they had good intentions, everyone agreed it was best to leave Cuphead alone...for now. ~~~~ After an almost sleepless night, Mugman dragged himself downstairs, and fried up some eggs and bacon for himself and his brother, hoping he'd at least be willing to come out and eat. He also poured a couple of glasses of orange juice, and, by force of habit, reached out to grab some English breakfast tea with sugar, before remembering that family connoisseur was no longer there to enjoy it. Only seconds after setting the table, Cuphead tiredly made his way to the kitchen as well. "M-Morning, Cups." Mugman chirped with a forced smile. "I made us some breakfast." "Thanks," Cuphead responded rather brusquely as he sat down. Although the meal was well-made by any standards, any appetite for it was practically nonexistent. Mugman forced a few bites of his eggs while Cuphead simply twirled his fork around the bacon, staring glumly down at the table. After a moment or so of awkward silence, Mugman nervously attempted to break the ice. "I, uh, I put Hilda's flowers up as a centerpiece for the table," the young boy stammered. "That was really nice of her, huh?" No answer. Mugman tried something else. "It...looks like a really nice day outside. If you want, maybe we can go for a walk, or catch some butterflies, or see how the others are doing. How-How does that sound?" Again, no response. He may as well be talking to an empty chair. Mugman let out a small sigh. He clearly wasn't getting anywhere with his grief-stricken brother. With a heavy frown, Mugman tried appealing to Cuphead's better nature. "Listen, Cuphead. It's ok if you don't feel like talking to me, but...just know that I'm always here for you whenever you need it. I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to. I..." Mugman's voice quivered a bit. "I just don't want you to feel like you gotta be all alone." At last, Cuphead looked up at his brother, his expression switching from dullness to sudden concern. Although he was referring to Cuphead in his offer of emotional support, it was a subtle, yet clear, sign of the same desire on Mugman's part as well. He may have sounded calm and collected in his words, but they were drowned out from the stronger signs of loneliness and misery in his facial and body language. After a moment of staring longingly at his brother, Cuphead's face winced and twitched with anxiety, his clenched fists shaking on the table. "M-Mug, I...I-I uh..." Just when it seemed like he was ready to explode, Cuphead swallowed hard, forcing himself to regain his former composure. "D-Don't worry, Mug. We'll both be all right. I just...I need some time to think." At that, Cuphead excused himself from the table, heading back upstairs. Mugman's eyelids rose in bewilderment. He wasn't sure whether to feel hurt from Cuphead walking away when he needed help, or worried for his stability after just seeing him fight so hard with himself. This sense of uncertainty became the norm over the next few days. The boys remained close, refusing to leave either one home alone for any reason. Ironically, despite such closeness, it was this same concern that also made them keep their distance. Although they deeply desired each other's companionship during this time of grief, something in their heads made them reluctant to act on it. Cuphead continued to isolate himself and battle his internal conflict while Mugman stayed away out of respect for his brother's time to "think." It was a paradox of perfectly painful proportions, and they both prayed that it would soon part. Fortunately for Cuphead and Mugman, they didn't spend the week in completely shut out from the world. Once in a while, a friend or two would stop by, and ask the boys how they had been doing. Mugman was thankful and accepting of any company that was offered to him. Occasionally, there was activity involved, such as playing chess with Werner, Beppi fashioning a balloon animal bouquet, and even Djimmi performing some magic tricks. Most of the time, though, Mugman felt just as, if not more, satisfied with simply sitting around and talking, whether to listen to advice or have his friends hear him out. It may not have felt like the same sort of love and caring that Elder Kettle provided, but it definitely lifted Mugman's spirits knowing he still had so many people to look after him. Although his friends offered this same comfort to Cuphead, he remained adamant in his desire to be left in solitude, which was starting to worry Mugman and the others. It wasn't as though they felt he was grieving in the wrong way; it was that, perhaps, Cuphead's self-imposed isolation was beginning to do more harm than good. Taking the time to contemplate and collect one's thoughts is an important part of the grieving process. In Cuphead's case, however, the extent to which he'd spent so much time alone left a greater impression that he wasn't allowing himself to be with anyone. He was never fond of asking for help, as it went against his self-image of being an independent, confident go-getter in virtually any task at hand. Never did Cuphead ever realize that coping with death and loss was going to be the biggest challenge he'd ever faced, enough to make fighting the Devil look tame. ~~~~ Five days later, Mugman felt enough was enough. As Cuphead sat solemnly on the swing set, staring off into the sky, his brother approached him in a manner that was both nervous and assertive, trying as delicately as possible to address the glaring elephant in the room. "C-C-Cuphead," Mugman uttered. "A-Are you ready to finally talk now?" Cuphead sighed, his head now facing down. On any other day, Mugman would've rightfully taken this as a subtle, yet clear, "no." Nonetheless, he could no longer stand wallowing in hesitation, and remained persistant. "Cuphead, please. We can't keep going on like this." Mugman sat on the adjacent swing. "If we don't hear each other out, then w-we'll be too sad to eat, play, or do pretty much anything." Cuphead remained still, but his face made a grimace, his eyes shutting tight as they brimmed with tears. His mind was practically screaming at every muscle in his body to let him walk away again, or, at the very least, allow for any sort of movement beyond trembling and staggering breathing. Alas, the inner turmoil that had been festering inside Cuphead had now brought him into a state of psychological paralysis. All the anxiety, sadness, and loneliness he'd been trying to brush off had now ensnared him like quicksand. Noticing the rising tension, Mugman slowly reached his hand for that of his brother. "Cuphead, what's the matter? I wanna help you." The moment Mugman lay one finger on his hand, Cuphead suddenly found the strength to become mobile again. With a deep breath and a heavy gulp, he jerked up from his swing, staring down at his startled sibling. "I'm sorry, Mug," he answered firmly, "I'm sorry I've been so distant. I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't care about you or anything." "Aw, Cuphead, you didn't-" Mugman stopped. His heartfelt response immediately froze from the sudden chill in his brother's voice. "But...but I think I finally know how to fix everything, and get our lives back to the way they were. I'm..." He paused, mustering the last bit of strength to speak his mind. "I'm gonna get Elder Kettle back!" Mugman gasped. "Cuphead, no! Y-you can't do that! Elder Kettle is dea-" "I KNOW!" Cuphead screamed, taking a few breaths to regain stability in his voice. "I mean, he may be now, b-but as long as we have things like ghosts and angels and soul contracts in this world, I am never gonna rule out the possibility that he could come back!" Mugman stood beside Cuphead, a familiar feeling of danger creeping inside him. "Cuphead, for once, be reasonable! Y-You almost gambled our souls for the Devil; who knows what'll happen if you-" "Reasonable?!" Cuphead shouted, taken aback. "Why don't you, for once, be willing to take a risk for something you want? We've spent way too much time with Elder Kettle to just give up on him now! Don't you even want to see him again?!" "Of course I do!" Mugman's voice started hardening as well. "But this...i-it just doesn't feel right!" "Fine, be that way! Sit here at home, and do nothing like a coward!" Cuphead paused. Mugman's expression looked like a twisted combination of hurt and enraged. As he turned his back on him, Cuphead softened his tone a bit. "Trust me, Mug. This is the only way we're gonna be happy again. And don't worry; I won't let you down. I won't stop until I've set everything right for all three of us!" The second he finished that declaration, Cuphead smoke-dashed away, making a beeline for the woods of Inkwell Isle I. Mugman tried hurriedly to catch up with him. "Cuphead, wait! Come back!" Unfortunately, it wasn't long before the forest became too dense with foliage to safely smoke-dash any farther. Before he knew it, Cuphead was already out of sight. Mugman's mind turned into an emotional roller coaster. Knowing his brother's hasty nature, he simply knew that what Cuphead had proposed was another one of his terrible ideas. Granted, much of Inkwell Isles' laws of nature didn't make sense to begin with. After all, this was a place where a queen bee could summon floating triangles, a giant mermaid could live while decapitated, and, as Cuphead had pointed out, there were even many ghosts and skeletons roaming freely in their afterlife! Nevertheless, nothing along such lines had appeared to come to fruition in Elder Kettle's case. If he wasn't meant to be seen among the living, it was most likely that, like everything else in Inkwell Isle, it was better to not question it, and simply accept it as part of reality. The last time Cuphead tried to defy that rule, the Devil very nearly took their heads. Also, despite the danger he knew would be at hand, there was a part of Mugman that wondered why he should bother saving Cuphead at all? How dare he accuse him of not caring about their beloved grandfather! He was every bit as upset over the loss as his brother was; how does wanting to move forward make him a coward? This was a new low, even for someone who carelessly gambled both their souls to the Devil. If Cuphead were to suffer, it's what he deserves for being such a jerk...right? Mugman then shook his head, rationality and common sense catching up with him. Cuphead's in trouble, he spoke in his mind. None of these arguments matter right now. I gotta make sure he stays safe, now more than ever. Not hesitating a minute longer, Mugman followed the path his brother took, his tear-soaked eyes now glaring with determination. An unnerving aura permeated the isles as a blood-red sunset turned Mugman's body into a bold silhouette. As much as he wanted to put his mental turmoil to rest, he had to put his grief aside if he wanted to keep family from getting any smaller than it already was.

(To be continued)

#cuphead #mugman #ask cups and casinos #askcupsandcasinos #elder kettle #feels #angst #grief #fan fiction #fanfic #the devil #king dice #hilda berg #cagney carnation

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Come at the King!au|Part 6|T

Fandom: Cuphead

Pairings: Ride or Die QPP Wheezy & Dice

TW: some small violence, being an Emotionally Mature Person and Apologizing

Notes: After the Events of Cuphead, everyone’s gotta deal with the aftermath

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After all the harrowing Casino fights and the loss of all the Inkwell Island soul contracts, Dice pauses only briefly before coming into the Devil's Office. He's a straightforward kind of guy, when he's not rigging everything he can in his favor. Dithering in front of a door because he lost horribly isn't his style.

The man himself is in there, ice pack on his head and a horn missing and the most pissed off Dice has seen.

His fur is matted around his eyes. Did those cups make him cry?

"YOU."

"Yes, boss?" Dice replies brightly, determined to not lose his own frayed temper over being beaten up terribly like some common civilian.

"Worthless lackey, why do I keep you around if you're not going to stop a couple of snot nosed brats from making off with whatever they want?" Ouch. But admittedly deserved .

Dice opened his mouth, already thinking of ways to spin this, even while being aware of his chipped head and unimpressive black eyes. His boss cuts him off, on a roll.

"I know what you can do Dice" The Devil's tone changes, something dark and knowing that makes his hackles rise, "What I want to know is why you didn't do everything in your power to stop them? Is this what you wanted? For the casino to become a laughingstock and-"

The knife that sprouts centimeters from the Devil's pointed ear chimes dully as it vibrates from the force. It's stuck fast through the layers of wood and cloth. The Devil can see his own angry red eyes in it's metal.

"Be very careful Boss." Dice quietly says in the sudden silence, hand still outstretched. "About what you say when you're letting your temper get the best of you."

The Devil feels his fury banking at a wave of wariness. He might not be up to another fight so soon, especially with someone as dangerous as his manager.

Dice, with a blank expression, reaches slowly into his suit and pull out a familiar creased paper. He sets it gently, terribly terribly gently, on the desk between them.

It's his contract.

Gut churning, the Devil will never admit he near jumped out of his skin as Dice slams one gloved hand besides it.

"If it pleases you Boss, I would like to remind you that my contract clearly states that you hired a manager, NOT a mercenary "OF SOME KIND"."

What used to be a passing joke between the two of them is now tarred with the contempt dripping from Dice as he near shouts the last bit.

The Devil has never heard King Dice raise his voice.

They stare each other down and Dice huffs and turns on his heel, shoulders stiff and contract left behind on the mahogany surface. Before he reaches the door the Devil speaks up behind him, voice quiet and tired.

"Are you quitting?"

"I dunno. Am I fired?" Dice shoots back. He doesn't bother to slam the door, point made.

Outside he's met with the wide eyes of the casino employees. He rolls his eyes and quietly commands: "To the staff lounge room with you all, there's a meeting."

They all disperse quickly, everyone silent and straining to hear any more noises from the imposing door to the Devil's office.

There's nothing.

"You all have the week off. Rest, and heal up. You'll get a bonus not to worry." He mentions when he sees Mangosteen open his mouth. "Hazard pay if nothing else."

He'll make sure of it, even if he's booted from his job.

"As for the souls... I wouldn't put it past those two brothers to come back up in a rage if we make anymore deals in the casino. But..." He smiles slyly, "Plenty o' people come round to make legitimate deals with the Devil for their souls. That's not something they can have a say in, I wager."

They're quiet and everyone is conspiciously NOT mentioning whatever they may have heard of him losing his temper. They're all quite decent coworkers really, compared to others he's had in the past.

He might miss them.

"What about the Big Boss, Mr. King Dice?" Chips finally pipes up, blunt and willing to say what everyone else is wondering. Dice very pointedly does not frown.

"He's...taking a break too I suppose. I'll check back up on him after this, to make sure." He idly glances at Pirouetta, the previous manager and closest to the Devil himself. She inclines her head at him.

It either means that yes, he should check up on his boss or yes, she will lay some lovely flowers on his grave. It's always fifty-fifty with her.

"-and Chips. It's just Dice now."

The silence got even more oppressive. Oh dear, that wasn't what he was going for. He shakes his shoulders out to soften his rigid stance and smiles ruefully.

"They sold their souls, and they beat all the Casino employees, myself and the Devil. That means my title is theirs now." It stung more than he thought it would, saying it outloud.

Nearly half his life's accomplishment, gone in the wind.

Chips is picking at the lasso he keeps at his hip, worrying the frayed strands and not looking up as he mutters.

"That's gonna be mighty strange. Ain't callin' no two bit bums off the street Kings though." Pip and Dot make assenting noises.

Dice feels Wheezy's absense keenly at this moment.

"Don't worry boss," Hopus cackles, it's really the only way he talks, "You'll always be the king of my 'eart!"

They all break into hooting and hollering and raucous laughter and Dice actually guffaws at their ridiculousness. The tension fractures at that and they all begin chatting with the same ease as the day before.

Pirouetta comes up to him, a tellingly reserved air about her. "Wheezy won't be joining us today?"

It's said casually, but her eyes lock onto his and Dice feels his shoulders straighten back up.

"Yes." He answers finally, not allowing himself to look away. "I got some apologies to make first though."

Pirouetta nods sharply at him and he feels like he dodged a bullet. Before she swans off, he gently catches her elbow.

"You wouldn't happen to know where I can get some cinnamon would you?"

She smiles.

He does stop back at the Boss's office. It's empty and dark. One of the imps that hangs around tells him the Devil's gone to ground back to Hell.

Where mortals like Dice can't tread. Typical.

Oh well. He'll give him a week before Dice storms the Underworld after his wayward employer.

He's got some apology breakfast to make.

"Hey."

Wheezy startles at the sudden voice in his suite where previously he thought he was alone. Dice sidles up to him and sits besides him on the sofa. He doesn't turn to look from where he's cradling the little beat up cigar demons in his lap.

He'd never been one of the casino fighters before. Always the one to stand back and watch Dice make mincemeat out of anyone who thought they could win back their contract. Always the one to help patch everything and everybody up.

The little guys were the Devil's, but Wheezy took care of them, kept their little flames flickering and swept the ashes they left everywhere.

It was easier than he thought to fight. Even young ones like those cups. The adrenaline pumping made his reservations about violence wick away and he found it so easy to spit out the fire he's held back since he knew what those flames could do as a child.

That frightened him more than anything.

"So. You might be right about the winning thing."

He turned slightly, to show he was listening.

Dice looked at him, not allowing himself to obfuscate or hem and haw around his apology.

" 'm sorry, Wheeze. I shouldn't have kicked you because I got mad at someone else." He huffs out a breath. Does it make Wheezy a terrible person that he enjoys the pained grimace on his friend's face? Probably. But it does make him feel better.

"I won't do it again."

"Won't you?" Wheezy quietly asked. Finally turning to see Dice, serious and beat up.

"I'll show you. I won't."

Wheezy presses their shoulders together. "Alright."

"Alright?"

"Yeah. You look ridiculous by the way, have you iced your face?"

Dice pulled a face, "I had to go throw a knife at our Boss this morning, ain't had time."

"What?!"

Dice waves him off, "Don't worry it didn't even scratch him."

Wheezy is well out of his funk now, jolted into familiar exasperated worry. Why was his friend such a blockhead?

Dice squinted suspiciously at him, and opened his mouth to call out Wheezy on the blockhead comment he could probably feel when they were interrupted by a knock.

Mangosteen popped his head in, hilariously too big to fit in entirely in the doorway without ducking. "We've got the stuff boss."

Dice jumped up and made his way to Wheezy's kitchen, Wheezy incredulously as the entirety of the casino staff paraded into his suite carrying a bevy of delicious smelling dishes to the dining table.

"What is all this?"

"Breakfast," Dice exclaimed, way too satisfied for someone still missing a tooth, and started rolling up his sleeves.

Wheezy had to give in when Pirouetta stopped at his side and raised a single eyebrow.

Breakfast sounded good.

"I was always afraid you know," He tells Dice, in the aftermath of breakfast. They're washing dishes while everyone else seems reluctant to leave, lounging around his living room and exclaiming on the goings on of Hell out the window.

"Of what?" Dice questions, both of them slowly getting used to one another again in the wake of their not-fight.

Wheezy shrugs. "Someone coming after you while I was there. Me not being able to do anything about it really."

He really wasn't prepared for one of his worst fears coming true in the most spectacular fashion. He had to watch some upstarts beat up his friend and know there was nothing at all he could do.

He just. Wasn't enough.

He wonders if Dice lives with this fear, all the time. Fear of his past catching up to him, clever deal with the Devil or no.

Dice stops and looks down at the cup he's scrubbing. Idly turning it this way and that.

"I think," he starts slowly,"That you might be the only one to want to have my back when they do come for me."

He looks up, the lighting making his face seem haunted,"Thank you."

Wheezy doesn't know if Dice realizes he always says "when" and not "if" while referring to his past. Like it was inevitable and the Devil himself could only stall it despite everything.

That was too much for Wheezy to think about right now.

"Well," He clears his throat and everyone else’s conversation filters in between them once again. "At least this whole mess is over with now, ey?"

Dice laughs and lets the cup sink down into warm soapy water.

The first hitman finds him the next morning.

#cuphead #king dice #the devil #mr wheezy #pirouetta #chips bettigan #my fanfic tag #come at the king!au #i remembered i had this so i fleshed it out!#laughs evilly #previous merc!dice likes the devil #but something he still won't let stand #also to this day he carries various daggers and knives on his person At All Times #watch out for that

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dweemeister · 7 years

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A list of all films featured in 2017′s 31 Days of Oscar

This is the exhaustive list of all 400 short- and feature-length films featured during this year’s 31 Days of Oscar marathon.The mark of 400 is down from 410 in 2016′s ceremony and up from 323 in 2014 and 170 in 2013. Best Picture or Unique and Artistic Picture winners are in bold. Asterisked (*) films are films I haven’t seen in their entirety as of the publishing of this post.

The Gold Rush (1925)

Chang: A Drama of the Wilderness (1927)*

The Patent Leather Kid (1927)*

Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans (1927)

Two Arabian Knights (1927)*

Wings (1927)

The Crowd (1928)

In Old Arizona (1928)*

Speedy (1928)

White Shadows in the South Seas (1928)*

A Woman of Affairs (1928)

The Bridge of San Luis Rey (1929)*

The Broadway Melody (1929)

The Love Parade (1929)*

All Quiet on the Western Front (1930)

The Big House (1930)

The Dawn Patrol (1930)*

Min and Bill (1930)*

Morocco (1930)*

The Right to Love (1930)*

Arrowsmith (1931)*

Grand Hotel (1932)

What Price Hollywood? (1932)*

Flying Down to Rio (1933)*

42nd Street (1933)

Gold Diggers of 1933 (1933)

The Prizefighter and the Lady (1933)*

Flirtation Walk (1934)*

The Gay Divorcee (1934)

Imitation of Life (1934)*

The Lost Patrol (1934)*

Of Human Bondage (1934)

The Richest Girl in the World (1934)*

Bride of Frankenstein (1935)

Captain Blood (1935)

Folies Bergère de Paris (1935)*

The Informer (1935)*

Top Hat (1935)

Camille (1936)*

Dodsworth (1936)

The Garden of Allah (1936)

General Spanky (1936)*

The Great Ziegfeld (1936)

Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936)

San Francisco (1936)*

Swing Time (1936)

The Good Earth (1937)

The Prisoner of Zenda (1937)

Shall We Dance (1937)

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937)

Wee Willie Winkie (1937)*

The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

Alexander’s Ragtime Band (1938)

Mother Goose Goes Hollywood (1938 short)

Drums Along the Mohawk (1939)*

Gone with the Wind (1939)

Goodbye, Mr. Chips (1939)

Gulliver’s Travels (1939)

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)

Ninotchka (1939)

Stagecoach (1939)

Abe Lincoln in Illinois (1940)

Boom Town (1940)*

The Grapes of Wrath (1940)

The Great McGinty (1940)*

Kitty Foyle (1940)*

Pinocchio (1940)

Rebecca (1940)

The Sea Hawk (1940)

The Thief of Bagdad (1940)

Dumbo (1941)

The Flame of New Orleans (1941)*

Hold Back the Dawn (1941)*

How Green Was My Valley (1941)

The Lady Eve (1941)

Topper Returns (1941)*

Bambi (1942)

Casablanca (1942)

George Washington Slept Here (1942)*

I Married a Witch (1942)*

The Magnificent Ambersons (1942)

Now, Voyager (1942)

To Be or Not to Be (1942)

The War Against Mrs. Hadley (1942)*

Cabin in the Sky (1943)

The Constant Nymph (1943)*

Five Graves to Cairo (1943)*

Madame Curie (1943)

The Song of Bernadette (1943)

Watch on the Rhine (1943)*

Double Indemnity (1944)

Gaslight (1944)

Hail the Conquering Hero (1944)

Home in Indiana (1944)

How to Play Football (1944 short)

Meet Me in St. Louis (1944)

Blithe Spirit (1945)*

Donald’s Crime (1945 short)*

The Lost Weekend (1945)

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (1945)

The Best Years of Our Lives (1946)

Humoresque (1946)*

The Yearling (1946)

The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer (1947)

Black Narcissus (1947)

Body and Soul (1947)

Gentleman’s Agreement (1947)*

The Ghost and Mrs. Muir (1947)

Good News (1947)

Bicycle Thieves (1948, Italy)

Hamlet (1948)

I Remember Mama (1948)

Portrait of Jennie (1948)

Red River (1948)

Wet Blanket Policy (1948 short)*

Adam’s Rib (1949)

The Hasty Heart (1949)*

The Heiress (1949)*

Look for the Silver Lining (1949)*

Mighty Joe Young (1949)*

She Wore a Yellow Ribbon (1949)

Twelve O’Clock High (1949)*

All About Eve (1950)

The Asphalt Jungle (1950)

The Gunfighter (1950)

Harvey (1950)

The African Queen (1951)*

An American in Paris (1951)

Royal Wedding (1951)

Strangers on a Train (1951)

The Bad and the Beautiful (1952)

Forbidden Games (1952, France)*

High Noon (1952)

The Quiet Man (1952)

The Romance of Transportation in Canada (1952 short)

Singin’ in the Rain (1952)

Calamity Jane (1953)

I Vitelloni (1953, Italy)*

Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday (1953, France)*

Ugetsu Monogatari (1953, Japan)

The Caine Mutiny (1954)

Carmen Jones (1954)*

Magnificent Obsession (1954)

Rear Window (1954)

Sabrina (1954)*

Seven Samurai (1954, Japan)

Them! (1954)

Interrupted Melody (1955)*

It’s Always Fair Weather (1955)

Around the World in Eighty Days (1956)

The Brave One (1956)*

The Captain from Köpenick (1956, West Germany)*

Friendly Persuasion (1956)*

The King and I (1956)

Lust for Life (1956)

Qivitoq (1956, Denmark)*

The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)

Perri (1957)

12 Angry Men (1957)

The Big Country (1958)

The Defiant Ones (1958)

Gigi (1958)

Torpedo Run (1958)*

Vertigo (1958)

Ben-Hur (1959)

Black Orpheus (1959, Brazil)

The Great War (1959, Italy)*

Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959, France)*

Imitation of Life (1959)

The Nun’s Story (1959)

Porgy and Bess (1959)*

Some Like It Hot (1959)

Exodus (1960)*

Inherit the Wind (1960)

Spartacus (1960)

La Dolce Vita (1960, Italy)*

The Magnificent Seven (1960)

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

Divorce Italian Style (1961, Italy)*

The Parent Trap (1961)

Through a Glass Darkly (1961, Sweden)*

West Side Story (1961)

Days of Wine and Roses (1962)

Lawrence of Arabia (1962)

The Miracle Worker (1962)

The Music Man (1962)

Tlayucan (1962, Mexico)*

To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)

The Birds (1963)

The Great Escape (1963)

This Sporting Life (1963)*

The Gospel According to St. Matthew (1964, Italy)*

A Hard Day’s Night (1964)

Kwaidan (1964, Japan)

My Fair Lady (1964)

The Pink Panther (1964)

Seven Days in May (1964)

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964)

The Unsinkable Molly Brown (1964)

Doctor Zhivago (1965)

The Shop on Main Street (1965, Czechoslovakia)*

The Sound of Music (1965)

A Thousand Clowns (1965)

The Battle of Algiers (1966, Algeria)

Seconds (1966)*

Casino Royale (1967)*

Cool Hand Luke (1967)

Divorce American Style (1967)*

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner (1967)

The Happiest Millionaire (1967)*

In the Heat of the Night (1967)

Thoroughly Modern Millie (1967)*

Two for the Road (1967)*

The Young Girls of Rochefort (1967, France)

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (1968)

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (1968)*

Oliver! (1968)

The Subject Was Roses (1968)*

A Boy Named Charlie Brown (1969)

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969)

Goodbye, Mr. Chips (1969)

Midnight Cowboy (1969)*

Z (1969, Algeria)

The Great White Hope (1970)*

Patton (1970)

Tristana (1970, Spain)*

Fiddler on the Roof (1971)

The French Connection (1971)

Shaft (1971)

Cabaret (1972)

Cries and Whispers (1972, Sweden)*

Live and Let Die (1973)

The Paper Chase (1973)

Robin Hood (1973)

Blazing Saddles (1974)

Claudine (1974)*

Phantom of the Paradise (1974)*

Young Frankenstein (1974)

Barry Lyndon (1975)

Dersu Uzala (1975, Soviet Union)

Farewell, My Lovely (1975)*

Jaws (1975)

Nashville (1975)*

Bound for Glory (1976)*

Carrie (1976)

Logan’s Run (1976)

Network (1976)

The Slipper and the Rose (1976)

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)

Saturday Night Fever (1977)

Star Wars (1977)

That Obscure Object of Desire (1977, Spain)*

Days of Heaven (1978)*

La Cage aux Folles (1978, France)*

Midnight Express (1978)*

Alien (1979)

Apocalypse Now (1979)

Best Boy (1979)

Kramer vs. Kramer (1979)

The Maids of Wilko (1979, Poland)*

Moonraker (1979)

The Muppet Movie (1979)

The Elephant Man (1980)

Mon oncle d'Amérique (1980, France)*

Ordinary People (1980)

Man of Iron (1981, Poland)*

On Golden Pond (1981)*

Poltergeist (1982)

Never Cry Wolf (1983)

Trading Places (1983)*

Amadeus (1984)

Purple Rain (1984)

Brazil (1985)

Ran (1985, Japan)

Otello (1986, Italy)*

Au Revoir Les Enfants (1987, France)

The Last Emperor (1987)

Mannequin (1987)*

Maurice (1987)*

The Princess Bride (1987)

Coming to America (1988)*

Rain Man (1988)

Stand and Deliver (1988)

Born on the Fourth of July (1989)

Glory (1989)

The Little Mermaid (1989)

Goodfellas (1990)

Hamlet (1990)*

Total Recall (1990)

Backdraft (1991)*

Boyz n the Hood (1991)*

The Fisher King (1991)*

The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

Aladdin (1992)

Unforgiven (1992)

The Fugitive (1993)*

Geronimo: An American Legend (1993)*

Jurassic Park (1993)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

Clear and Present Danger (1994)

Il Postino (1994, Italy)

Legends of the Fall (1994)

Quiz Show (1994)*

Babe (1995)

Mr. Holland’s Opus (1995)

DragonHeart (1996)

Hamlet (1996)

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996)

Star Trek: First Contact (1996)

Children of Heaven (1997, Iran)

Contact (1997)

The Horse Whisperer (1998)*

The Prince of Egypt (1998)

Shakespeare in Love (1998)

The Green Mile (1999)*

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000, Taiwan)

Ghost World (2001)*

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (2001)

Training Day (2001)

Dirty Pretty Things (2002)*

Star Wars: Episode II – Attack of the Clones (2002)

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)

The Aviator (2004)

Hotel Rwanda (2004)

Howl’s Moving Castle (2004, Japan)

Million Dollar Baby (2004)*

Vera Drake (2004)*

Capote (2005)

Water (2005, India)*

The Devil Wears Prada (2006)*

Dreamgirls (2006)

Pan’s Labyrinth (2006, Mexico)

In the Valley of Elah (2007)*

The Kite Runner (2007)

Persepolis (2007, France)

The Visitor (2007)*

Departures (2008, Japan)*

Doubt (2008)

Coraline (2009)

The Princess and the Frog (2009)

The Secret of Kells (2009)

Chico & Rita (2010, Spain)

The Illusionist (2010, France)

The King’s Speech (2010)

Tangled (2010)

Adam and Dog (2011 short)

The Artist (2011, France)

The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore (2011 short)

The Help (2011)

Beasts of the Southern Wild (2012)

Ernest & Celestine (2012, France/Belgium)

Head over Heels (2012 short)

Boy and the World (2013, Brazil)

The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2013, Japan)

Bear Story (2014 short, Chile)

The Dam Keeper (2014 short)

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

Glen Campbell: I’ll Be Me (2014)*

Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)

Song of the Sea (2014)

X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014)

Carol (2015)*

Creed (2015)

Embrace of the Serpent (2015, Colombia)*

Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)

Room (2015)

Spotlight (2015)

The 9 Academy Award nominees for Best Picture including the winner, Moonlight (2016)

The 15 Academy Award nominees in Best Animated, Documentary, and Live Action Short Film (2016)

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (2016)

Kubo and the Two Strings (2016)

Loving (2016)

Moana (2016)

My Life as a Zucchini (2016, Switzerland)

The Red Turtle (2016, France/Belgium/Japan)

Rogue One (2016)

Star Trek Beyond (2016)

#31 Days of Oscar

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don’t trust the devil inside: Prologue

Heist!AU because Italian Job is one of my favorite movies and I also just read Six of Crows. Plus, Poe Party has a huge cast and that is part of what makes this whole set-up so much fun. I’m hoping to get either this or the many, many friends AU updated by next weekend. I promise it hasn’t been abandoned!

Anyways, here’s the prologue from Annabel’s POV.

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Finding out her best friend is on death’s door an ocean away was one of the worst moments of her life. It came in the form of a late night phone call from Edgar, begging her to get to Germany, where he and HG are trying to hold their alibis together with duct tape and tears. A desperate plea to be there, please. To come and be with them, be with Lenore, no other obligation. He only asks she go along with their story, not out them for who they actually are. She agrees in a heartbeat, of course she agrees. It’s Lenore, and it’s Edgar and it’s HG. They’re her family. It’s been far too long since she’d seen them, nearly three years. Not that it was through any fault but her own.

Barely sparing a thought to Eddie (he’s on a business trip, Los Angeles she thinks), she quickly bullshits her way through a voicemail about her suddenly ill Great Uncle Herbert. Cashing in her abundant sick days at work, she finds herself with hours of thinking time on the nearly empty plane. She texts HG to let him know she’s on her way, then asks if they know why someone would go after Lenore. When she learns they have a name, a confirmed name, she immediately boots up her laptop, instantly deciding that the exorbitant wifi fees are worth information on Lenore’s would-be killer. Glancing back at her phone, she looks into the name Edward de Vere using some of her shadier dark web contacts.

She can barely find a trace of his existence, he most likely has someone to clean up after him, but he is definitely real. It takes her hours to find the slippery son of a bitch, but she does, because she learned from the best. She has to switch planes in New York, losing valuable time to find cracks in this seemingly non-existent man. Finally, finally she has a picture, an actual, clear picture of him, and recognition floods her veins like ice. Realizing her perfectly normal (and boring), casino executive boyfriend was the one to order the hit? A whole new kind of fury engulfs her.

In the time it takes to cross the Atlantic, she doesn’t sleep. She digs up every dark and dirty secret she can find on Edward de Vere, Eddie Dantes, and any other aliases she can get her cyber fingertips on. He isn’t the man she thought she knew, though she isn’t exactly who she said she was either.

She had left that world, making her way honestly in Las Vegas, an oxymoron Lenore fondly reminded her of every time they talked, rare though those times were. She allowed herself only the slimmest details of her best friends, her family, him. She’s made a (mostly) clean break, because she loves them, but she couldn’t live score to score any longer.

It is the curse of all orphans to desperately want what they grew up without. She wanted roots, she wanted a home. Apparently, she forgot that she’d already had one in her family, strange and criminally inclined though they may be. Now she can feel in her bones that her place is with them, wherever in the world that may be. She isn’t going to lie to herself any longer.

On her last layover, her heart starts metaphorically beating again when she learns from HG that Lenore made it through surgery and was resting comfortably. Slumping against the wall of the terminal, she bursts into tears. She cries for her best friend, the best, funniest, most loyal woman she’s ever known, whose life was almost cut short by an asshole unwilling to get his own hands dirty. She cries for Edgar and HG, who have been stuck waiting in a foreign hospital for hours, praying the center of their world wasn’t about to drop out.

And she cries for herself. She cries because she cut herself off from the best part of her life, from what makes her happy. She missed her pseudo siblings. She missed Lenore, the sister who teased and comforted her, who always agreed that boys were the worst, even when smiling helplessly at her favorite hacker. She missed HG, the big brother who taught her how to hack and introduced her to the world of programming, another language she challenged herself to master; who held her hand in the dark to ground her when the demons fought their way out of the graves she buried them in long ago.

Crying in her quiet little corner of the airport, she can admit to herself that she misses Edgar most of all. She misses finding him passed out and drooling on the blueprints of their next target after a long night spent planning and plotting. She misses the drunken, slightly melancholy rants of how different their lives could have been if they’d all grown up outside the orphanage. She misses him gently tucking the blankets around her and Lenore during the cold winters of Baltimore. She misses his soft smile, the smile she saw every time she’d kissed him, every time she woke up next to him, before she told him she was leaving for good and broke his heart into a million crumbling pieces when she gave back the ring.

Gathering herself, she squares her shoulders and marches toward her gate. By the time she hits the next airport, she’ll have a plan to make Eduardo Dantes rue the day he ever messed with Annabel Lee’s family. All that’s left is to gather the crew.

And hopefully convince Edgar that she still loves him.

#edgar allan poe's murder mystery dinner party #poe party #annabel lee #lenore #edgar allan poe #hg wells #annapoe #wellenore #mine: don't trust the devil inside

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