#The Revolver

[desert-rat]

basement remodeling is going well

[lafayettenossie]

Previously...

Mid-August, 2024. Night. Deputy Coroner's Office. NOLA. LA.

My Childe handed me a bag of blood from the refrigerator she kept in her small office attached to the morgue at the Institute of Forensic Medicine and Toxicology.

-"Here, I know you're not crazy about it but this way you can heal that ugly bump…"- she said, pointing to the small trail of dried blood at the base of my skull, where the reanimated corpse had hit me by surprise.

I accepted it and began to drink from it, using my fangs to open a couple of holes and begin to suck the tasteless and cold blood from inside.

-"Why didn't you use the revolver? The one you always carry in your purse… You had it in your hand when that thing attacked you!"- Joey asked me with his usual perceptiveness. The damn woman was very perceptive! Had she mistaken her vocation and should have stayed in contact with the living instead of the dead?

-"Because it wasn't loaded… that's why I didn't use it. Besides, it's quite old, it's almost a collector's item…"- I answered her while checking if the revolver was in perfect condition inside my bag.

Jacques' revolver.

Joey clicked her tongue. She knew when I was avoiding a topic of conversation. -"Let's see, Malu…"- she started to tell me.

-"NEVER CALL ME THAT!"- I cut her off, raising my voice and momentarily losing control over my appearance. She was already used to seeing me as the rotting corpse that I really was thanks to the curse that we, the Samedi bloodline, had to suffer, despite the fact that lately we could pass for mortal beings more easily thanks to being part of the Hecata clan. -"I don't like it…"- I said, calmer now, realizing that I had gone a bit too far with my answer.

-"Ok, sorry, boss…"- she continued after taking a sip of her blood bag. -"That revolver is a 'fetter', isn't it?"

My face at that moment must have been a poem. I knew it! -"Yes, indeed. It is…"-

-"Someone important to you? A relative? An old friend from school? An ex?"- She was trying to get me to tell her something about my past and my personal life, how daring she was! Maybe that's why I Embraced her…

-"My twin brother. Jacques. it was his. It was a gift from our father when he joined the city's police force in the second half of the 1910s…"- I said, showing her an old picture of him, without really knowing why.

A photo of Jacques Francis Lafayette, taken before his death in 1935...

-"Oh. Wow… That's very personal, no doubt. I understand that it's one of his 'fetters'. It would certainly have saved his life on some occasion, wouldn't it?"- she asked me trying not to get angry.

-"Yes… It was his favorite weapon. He had it on him when… when… when I killed him…"- I said while making a superhuman effort not to let bloody tears fall from my green eyes, the same ones he had in life.

-"Oh… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…"- Now Joey looked worried and embarrassed.

Joey "Laveau" Archer, worried about her Sire.

I shook my head. -"He asked me to. I couldn't leave him there like that… He would never have survived. He wasn't as strong as me or our older brother or our damn father. He was like Mother… I killed my twin brother in a Louisiana swamp in 1935, after first piercing his chest with a piece of wood to paralyze him and shooting him in the head with six .45 bullets. He had been Embraced by a cult of Nosferatu voodoo witches who fed a Torporish Elder under the swamp waters with the vitae of members of their cult. I burned the whole place down before leaving with the gun I killed him with for good…"- Finally a bloody tear fell from my right eye. I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand.

-"It must have been hard…"- she said as she grabbed my left hand, squeezing it with her own. Her dark caramel-colored fingers felt like insects on my skin at that moment.

-"Yes… but I asked Mamam Brigitte for a favor…"- I added, staring into her dark eyes.

-"Oh, by Bondye, what did you ask her for?!"- From the look of horror on her face, I think she was imagining it.

-"Him. Jacques. Out of the Shadowlands and forever with me, by my side…"- And I showed her the firearm. -"He's in here. Forever."- I wasn't going to let anyone hurt him in there or use him as a tool.

Marie Louise Lafayette did a horrible asking to Mamam Brigitte...

He was the only person I had ever truly loved…

To be continued...

[xleethegreat]

machine wtf

[katoros]

metal ham solid!

[cranity]

outfit swaps

[cordspaghetti]

mcr tonight

[reimidy]

Tactical Soldier Girl Solid Snake (戦術的な兵士の少女 ソリッド・スネーク)

liquid settei + bonus doodle

[bonelessavacados]

The gang’s all here

[cigardoesart]

Metal Gear Solid 2 (2001)

Since I started doing these MGS posters it took me 5 years to get around to MGS2 as its my fave, and I wanted the right idea in mind for it… plus have Raiden as the focus!!

[sunclown]

Smoke break

[miikpal]

we should explode them Bad

[opashoo]

I'm absolutely losing my mind seeing "We need to not treat men and masculinity as inherently evil and worthy of hatred, and not fall back into biological and gender essentialism because that hurts everyone, including trans women" being misinterpreted as "Women need to stop oppressing men", "I think trans women are actually men" or "You specifically who have trauma around men need to get over it because men are the real victims". It's so willfully disingenuous. It makes me sick how willing people are to read in bad faith, especially how willing other trans women are to suddenly start harassing and dogpiling another trans woman.

I am a trans woman too, I understand what it's like to feel unsafe, but it helps no one this cynical attitude that crops up every time someone suggests being kind to men in our lives. "You could save a man you know from falling down the alt-right pipeline" is not the same as "It's your fault that men murder you". "There are people who could be on our side if we don't meet them with immediate hostility" is not the same as "You need to shut up and stop criticizing power structures for the sake of your oppressors' feelings" (I promise there are a lot of people who can be taught about their complicity in oppression without immediately shutting down but you need to work with them). This kind of attitude isn't somehow more informed or correct. It's just lashing out to avoid considering one's own agency.

Making a better, safer world for ourselves requires all kinds of work, but it's always work. It's hard to try to reach out to people who could very realistically harm us, it's work that not all of us can afford to or are able to do and that's fine because we're all just trying to survive. But some of you would rather condescend, tear each other down, and make more enemies before even considering it a possibility.

[frenchfrysimp]

mfs will really be like i can't sunday i have the race as if they're gonna drive in the goddamn race

[steviesbicrisis]

To me it’s the fact that Steve assumed Robin had a license but still woke up 3 hours before his work shift to drive her to school everyday.

That is not a plot hole everybody, that is just the kind of person Steve Harrington is.

[araremonaka]

Close enough welcome back Jevil