#approval junkie (ooc)

[jiangui]

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[tywrites]

not your babe | the lost boys [marko x reader]

a/n: hi! this is my first time actually writing in around 9 months? so i apologise if it’s bad :’) it’s also my first time writing for the lost boys! i just can’t get this man out of my head >.< i found marko pretty difficult to characterise so i apologise if he’s ooc <3 as always feedback is super appreciated!

summary: you get stood and marko wants to make you feel better :( inspired by this post by @kurt-nightcrawler​

pairing: marko x gn!reader (i’m pretty sure i didn’t use any gender terms-)

word count: 2.2k

warnings: cheating :0, i think that’s it? maybe ooc marko

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A sigh fell from your lips. The bright lights from the boardwalk shimmered around you, taunting you. Intoxicated whoops and screams of laughter echoed and swirled through the air. Your arms were comfortingly wrapped around your body despite the warm summer night. Gazing longingly at the people around you having such a good time caused your heart to ache. As much as you wished to join in with the festivities, there was a heavy bitterness lying inside you.

Your boyfriend wasn’t the most punctual person in Santa Carla, but standing you up completely was new. After waiting for nearly 2 hours, you were close to giving up and going on home, maybe drowning your sorrows in a bottle of wine and shitty late night TV. You glanced at your watch once more, the neon numbers only succeeding in making you feel worse. I mean, really? What kind of person leaves their partner waiting for this long? Had he forgotten or could he just not be bothered to drag his sorry ass here tonight? You’d only been dating for about a month, but you really couldn’t believe that you meant so little to him.

You surveyed the boardwalk, taking notice of all the familiar faces. You were a regular there, having lived in Santa Carla for pretty much your whole life. It may be dangerous, but it was home. In the distance, you could make out a gang of Surf Nazis messing around with Big Ed, the boardwalk’s night guard, as per usual. Clumps of people were scattered around, chatting at the top of their lungs; drunks and junkies wobbling their way around the stalls. The boardwalk was particularly crowded tonight, probably due to the weekend; but there was no sight of him. Biting your lip, you decided that enough was enough and began to gather your things ready to leave. It was particularly frustrating since you’d put so much effort into your appearance tonight. But whatever, dude didn’t deserve to see you looking so good if he couldn’t even be bothered to show up.

A sudden cacophony of motorcycle engines broke you from your thoughts. You dropped your bag back onto the bench and whipped around, hoping to see your boyfriend. He was never seen without his bike. Instead, you were met with a gang of boys who you were all too familiar with. Clad in leather and showing a tasteful amount of skin, they were definitely a hard bunch to miss.

A few of them frequented the record shop you worked night shifts at, usually the two blonds (the natural ones anyway...) They’d always been sweet to you, despite their reputation – even going as far as to chase away some guys who’d been harassing you one time. That happened all too often around here so you really did appreciate the gesture. Those guys never entered the store again. You understood why people found them intimidating, but to you, they were really fun to be around. Always laughing and joking around in the store, and more often than not, flirting too. Especially Marko. You’d found yourself drawn to the wild guy in a way you’d never been before. His fashion sense, his humour, the way he always made a point of making conversation with you whenever he’d come in. You kinda had it bad for him. Maybe he flirted a bit too much for your taste considering he knew you were taken, but he was funny and definitely easy on the eyes. Your boyfriend really didn’t approve of your friendship, he always seemed to pull you away the moment you started getting too close for comfort. The two guys really didn’t get along.

You struggled to tear your eyes away from Marko as he and his friends parked on the side of the boardwalk. They bantered good-naturedly, giggling with each other as they dismounted their bikes. The girl and kid that always hung around with them hopped off the bikes and wandered into the fairground, the rest of them speaking for a moment before Marko turned and headed into the crowd with Paul. They strutted around for a bit, looking around the area before Marko looked in your direction. You quickly averted your eyes, the ground suddenly becoming very interesting. He brought Paul in for a moment to whisper in his ear. When he pulled away, a large suggestive grin was plastered on Paul’s face and he clapped Marko’s back as if wishing him luck before continuing on. Marko rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics while heading over to you.

“Hey there babe,”

“Not your babe,” you reminded him, looking up to meet those mischievous blue eyes you’d grown so familiar with.

He smirked as he advanced towards you, looking at you intently. He was pretty close now, standing in front of the small bench you were sitting on. He bounced on the heels of his feet as he glanced around, gently nibbling on the skin of his thumb. Cute. “So… Where’s your little boyfriend?” He asked, quirking a brow.

You looked down, shuffling your feet. God, this was humiliating. “He, uh...”

“Didn’t show?”

You let out a short, half-hearted laugh. “That obvious, huh? Yeah, you got it right,”

“Asshole. Clearly doesn’t know what he’s missing. You look really fucking good tonight.” He grinned when he noticed the blush that rose to your face at that. You realised that you were genuinely smiling for the first time tonight. “So since he’s not here… you’re free tonight, right?”

“I mean, technically. But I was honestly just planning on heading home, not really in the best mood y’know? Wouldn’t wanna bring the vibe down,” you replied, fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

“Aw c’mon!” He took your hands in his, the leather of his gloves sliding against your soft skin. “The night’s still young, don’t let that tiny dick asshole ruin it for you,”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, your laugh only making Marko smile wider. God, your laugh did things to him. You knew this might be a bad idea. You were still taken. But right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was the one who fucked up, why should your night be ruined because of him? You mulled it over for a moment before replying.

“Fuck it. Why not?”

“Then let’s bounce, babe.”

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Your arms were wound tightly around Marko’s torso, gently tracing patterns onto the bare skin of his stomach exposed by his crop top. The firm denim of his jacket was rough against your bare arms, the many patches layered over each other creating an uneven texture. You leant your cheek against his back as you sped through the night, sand flying up into the air as you rode. It was exhilarating. Your boyfriend never let you near his bike; it was his pride and joy. At this very moment, as the wind whipped through your hair, splaying it out behind you – you’d truly never felt more alive. You screamed in excitement and tightened your grip when he suddenly lifted the bike back into a wheelie, whooping wildly. The engine roared deafeningly. Your eyes clenched shut involuntarily as you felt the bike lean back, your stomach dropping. You could hear Marko chuckling at the screams coming from your mouth and found yourself laughing along.

The moon and his headlights lit the way in front, showing nothing but a long expanse of sand. To your right was the most gorgeous view of the ocean, to the left the vivid lights from the fairground. It felt as though the moonlight was stalking you both, following you through the shadows and bouncing off the waves. Part of you didn’t want the night to end. It was like a dream.

Unfortunately, the ride was finished too soon. Riding bumpily back up the stairs to the boardwalk, Marko parked his bike back where you’d first started nearly two hours ago. After that ride, your boyfriend wasn’t even a passing thought in your mind. All you could think about was the pretty boy who was currently helping you off the back of his bike.

“How was that?” He grinned as he slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

“Well, it was definitely worth the absolute mess that is my hair right now,” you giggled, trying your best to smooth out your locks but to no avail. Not that it mattered when two seconds later Marko’s hand found it’s way into your hair, messing it up once again. You glared playfully at him.

“It’s cute, you should keep it like that,” he winked. “C’mon!”

He grabbed your hand, dragging you into the fairground before you could protest. Not that you would have. You weren’t 100% sure where all of this was going – whether he was just trying to cheer you up because of the whole boyfriend thing or whether it was something more. But you put all of those thoughts to the back of your mind. You just wanted to have a good time.

And you did. He dragged you on pretty much every ride, no matter how many times you was chased off by the security guard. Laughing delightedly together on the biggest roller coasters, you clinging tightly to his arm as the cart teetered over the edge of steep inclines. The teasing quips he’d make about you being scared. It was a rush, a breath of fresh air. The pounding in your heart and lungs as you sprinted away from Ed hunting the two of you down. Of course Marko hadn’t told you about his ban from the boardwalk. You weren’t one to get in trouble a lot, but this was exhilarating. After getting pursued all throughout the fun house (you’d lost Ed in the mirror room, and Marko for a short while too, but you’d reunited outside the fun house), the two of you sprinted down to a ride at the very end of the fairground. A boat ride on a track tempted you, one you hadn’t seen before. Must be new. But hiding in the tunnel seemed like a good shout.

“Quick, on here!” You both hopped onto the ride, the boat rocking creakily in the water, and frantically urged the operator to start.

The bored teen cranked the lever and you were off, heading towards a tunnel lit up with pink tinted lights on the inside. You looked up just in time to see the lit up banner pasted on top of the tunnel. The Tunnel of Love.

Go figure.

You breathed heavily, desperately trying to catch your breath, clutching the side of the boat. Looking at your companion, you couldn’t understand how Marko seemed so unbothered while you were still fighting the stitch in your side. Instead, he was far more distracted by the inside of the tunnel. Huge heart-shaped arches lead you through the ride, flower petals were scattered across the water. Neon bulbs emanated a pink glow as a subtle, sweet smell spread through the air.

He looked at you, smirking. “Just wanted to get me alone, huh babe?”

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder with your own. “Not your babe…” you said quietly.

He giggled, intently gazing into your eyes. Carefully, he reached out and took your hand. You felt the cool leather of his fingerless gloves and rough callouses as he gently played with your fingertips. He smiled lopsidedly at you. Your heart fluttered.

“You still thinking about him? Your night still ruined?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head. “He’s the last thing on my mind right now.”

His gaze was intense, you felt so analysed. One of his hands left yours, coming up to cup your cheek. Your breath hitched but you leant into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed. You waited. Soft lips pressed against your own, capturing your mouth in a sweet kiss. It was so different than you expected, gentle and slow. Until he took his arm and moved it to your back, manoeuvring you onto his lap. His hand dropped to your waist, his grip firm as he deepened the kiss. You arms came up to settle around his neck, one of your hands tangled in his blond curls. He held you tightly against his body as his lips moved in sync with yours, the kiss becoming gradually more messy as it went on. You were breathless, chest heaving but unable to part from him. The gloved hand around your waist became more and more confident, playing with the hem of your shirt before sliding underneath. The cold leather made you shiver as it slid against you, tracing patterns on your side. It was so sudden when he bit your lip, a high whine escaping you. You could feel him smirk against your lips. Your head was foggy as he reconnected your lips, almost possessive with the way he held you against him.

“That’s enough kids, break it up!”

You hadn’t even noticed the ride stop. You sprung apart from him, still feeling as though your were under a trance. Looking up, blinking in the bright lights of the fairground, you saw the night guard hovering over you both, a triumphant scowl on his face.

“Uh oh-”

“I’ve got you now!”

Marko yanked you up, leapt out of the boat and – narrowly escaping Ed’s arms – the chase began once again. You ran side by side into the night, laughing manically. You’d definitely be giving your boyfriend a call tonight.

[crossingplace]

i love their conversation style i love their conversation style i love th—

[elliotfm]

hey guys ! i’m jules and i’m super excited to open; i have two super clingy cats in case any of you ever need a visual pick-me-up, i’m a uni student in canada and a Big skincare and dark chocolate junkie, more than likely gonna be typing replies while indulging in either jsyk ! i tried to keep it short since i’m a rambly bitch, but links to elliot’s basic stats and her wc page will be up soon — though i have some under the read more — as well as a playlist whenever i find the energy to set it up here FLDKSJGSD also pardon the lack of theme, i forgot the url for the preview and code link for the one i wanted to use but i’ll have it figured out shortly ! anyways, without further ado:

◤  *  kim doyeon  ;  twenty-one  ;  cis female  ;  she/her  —  is  that  who  i  think  it  is  over  there  ?  outer  banks  very  own  kook  ,  elliot hong  .  makes  sense  ‘cause  i  can  practically  hear  into it  by  chase atlantic  blasting  through  their  headphones  .  plus  who  else  would  you  find  out  at  the boneyard  right  now  ?  some  say  they're  pretty  astute  ,  but  it's  the  imperious  reputation  i'd  watch  out  for  .  i  wonder  if  they're  still  a student / heiress  and  obsessing  about  keeping  up  with  their  bongs, random shoes and empty bottles of dom on the living room floor  &  a bite as big as her bark  vibe  .  [  ooc  ;  jules/21+/nt/she/her  ]

tw: drug and alcohol mention

the middle child of her parents, elliot is the fourth of her father’s five children

her mother is his second ( now ex — ) wife, though they remain cordial and have since moved on

grew up with a silver spoon, her dad being a wall street giant who would split his time between nyc and, once upon a time, connecticut — though it ultimately became a back-and-forth from nyc and the outer banks when elle was about four

her mother was adopted into an old money family ( on the lower end of that group ) in charlotte when she was a baby and had become something of a socialite when young, but shifted to becoming an entrepreneur. of what ?? i still haven’t figured that out LFJDGS

has a half-sister and half-brother from her dad’s first marriage, tallulah ( aka tally, a pain in my ass over on my indie fdlkjgs ) and bennett, and is basically a mini tally as all she really had were brothers and was Attached to her big sis whenever she’d visit

and as for her older and younger brother..... they might be wcs soon enough so we’ll leave that be for now DFLSGKJ

now onto ELLE ! she was the princess of the younger three hong kids, like the apple of her mother’s eye and her father’s Biggest tormentor

aka would hog the phone whenever he couldn’t come home for the night to tell him good night, hounded him to read her bedtime stories, pretty much always got her way in the most wholesome way when she was a kid

like i said before, moved to the obx when she was four because her mom used to visit when she was a kid and loved it; it was also due to its convenience in seeing her maternal grandparents regularly, its quieter nature in comparison to the affluent hubs for businessmen outside of manhattan and just in general

her dad just went along because it’s what his wife wanted and fuck it, at least the kids wouldn’t hound them to take them to places beyond their urban surroundings as often DLSFJDS

growing up, she wasn’t Too much of a brat but liked having the spotlight on her — she’d accredit it to tally’s influence AND her parents caving to her whims more often than not — and was very sociable and respectful even back in primary school

LOVED to explore, and, while not a tomboy per se, would take part in some activities her brothers or other boys in her grade participated in; be it to bond, trail along her siblings’ every move because she didn’t wanna stray far from action, or to prove that she can hold her own, she’d do it

uhhh overall a cute, if not high-maintenance, kid, but her teen years ?? yikes, people would be in for a ride bc this is when she REALLY started to emulate tally and shift her boldness towards riskier shit

basically could’ve been a main character on outer banks itself with her reckless antics and partying as a teenager…. and now, even SGDLKF

could’ve been considered a typical kook, save for her wild streak; she could hang with the pogues and wouldn’t let her slight superiority complex come into play unless she was challenged or something, otherwise she’d chase the party and the fun wherever she could find it

loves fashion and being the hottest in the room, didn’t need to step on toes to get further but would do so at times Solely to make a point/to call someone out on their shit

is now attending columbia u, rather she’s taking a Break as she makes sure she’s content with the path she’s taking ( aka being the trashy 21 year old she wants to be, chilling at the family home with just her siblings and daddy’s money with no Major worries involving the near future )

isn’t the most studious person, but she’d gotten far enough to begin wrapping up her major whenever she decides to head back

though.. the entire time has been mostly spent sleeping with some of her rich friends, drinking and smoking pot, with the occasional hit of whatever clean enough drug that one of her friends had on them

also spent a lot of her time meeting up with her socialite big sis as a plus one to some cooler events, so while she’s not famous, her name has made the rounds where it matters given her surname’s already established relevance in nyc

when she’s not getting an education and is homebound instead, she’s pissing off her neighbours with her house parties at the family home on the beach, doing dumb shit the second she’s inside of a gala or club — albeit with partial discretion that’s completely ignored whenever around other young adults — and just chilling poolside and staying hydrated fgkldjsg

personality and shit

if i were to use a label to describe her, she'd be a mix between the princess/baby doll, the hedonist and the reveller i think ?? i don’t even know where to place her LKSDFGJLK

self-confidence is through the roof, KNOWS she’s pretty and doesn’t really let rumours or negativity get her down — aside from wanting to unleash hell if someone keeps irritating her for whatever reason

she’s messy as hell, but around the uptight, live-through-your-kids parents of kooklandia she puts on the façade of a poised young woman who has Some fun because she knows it bodes well.. only even then, she doesn’t maintain it bc honestly, who cares —

she’s not a complete dick per se, but she can be snide and boastful when provoked

has something of a superiority complex, independent and lives lavishly with reckless abandon

non-committal yet sensible when it comes to who she sleeps with; typically has a couple of stable fuck buddies but has had some one night stands if she’s feeling it

keeps her true inner circle small, but gets off on attention and likes to stay cordial with some people, so she’s got quite a few friends all the same

like i said earlier, will hang with the pogues and thinks the whole class rivalry thing is kind of stupid when it means sticking with her own would mean dealing with parent pleasers, polo shirt enthusiasts and either being too straight-laced or too destructive for her liking

.. so she’s a far cry from her sister in that regard, otherwise rip GLSKJ

though that doesn’t stop her from unleashing her pompous attitude onto a pogue when it seems appropriate, aka doing anything to piss her off

there really isn’t much to expand on tbh, though i will say that her emboldened nature and need for a good time however she can get it comes out more than her uglier side ( except her vanity. that’ll never go away KSFDG )

some quick plot ideas

a childhood friend or two, pretty standard idea there

could carry over into a trio type of thing depending on where she stands with either of them, or they’re a different couple of pals she’s made over the years

family friends, aka nyc kids or people who’ve rubbed elbows with either of elle’s parents, though they don’t Actually have to be friends of course JGDSFKL

her best friend and confidante, someone she can have cute moments with between the chaos and one of the few people that elle would probably accost someone for if they hurt the other in any way

enemies are always fun ! probably rooted in a competitive streak more than anything else but i’m all ears for a more complex reason

ex-hookup(s), current hookup(s), throw it all at me klgfjd

a hateship/ewb would be fun with her too, oh my god sfdgklj

FAKE FRIENDS !! either in the past or currently, probably stayed friends for the sake of their appearances but have a lot of quiet disdain for each other — though elliot wouldn’t be too bothered by that situation beyond being around someone she deems soul-sucking, face value hype and knowing they probably need her more than she needs them gives her too much satisfaction fkskgls

an ex-something, open to anyone. either someone her parents forced on her to straighten her out a tad that she wound up liking…. after a good period of her telling them to fuck off sdglk or someone she’d been seeing for a while at her own accord, likely someone her parents wouldn’t approve of so readily. would’ve ended the same way: with her calling it off because she didn’t want to settle down, not even for a relationship ( and perhaps bc she’s scared of commitment with her cracked family dynamic that’s been a thing since birth, but that’s another story jsdfkg )

or we can just as easily do high school exes who only really stayed together until graduation bc their parents were being Some level of overbearing with how they’d be such a good couple — not that there was nothing there, just nothing beyond sex and being some kind of status symbol to each other, idk lfkgsd

her designated event pals would be super fun ?? sdgkflj like they go to all of these big parties and galas with their families, break off to do their own thing bc those events are boring as fuck, and head back to her place before she throws an after-party of sorts. they’d be decent friends beyond this though, them being someone she trusts a good bit compared to others in her circle

[iit-s-kitty]

the anchor and the stone

summary: you thought that you were doing bruno buccellati a favor by escaping and leave his side— and foolish to think he would let you live like that.

pairing: bruno buccellati x reader, pre-vento aureo, ofc.

rating: 16+

tw: substance abuse. implied sexual relationship. toxic relationship. self-hatred. implied mafia, eh, work. bittersweet ending with more bitterness than sweet. just seriously, this is not something i approve of in real life nor that should be encouraged. unedited work. english is not my first language, folks. ooc on bruno’s part? idk, still, reader’s discretion is advised. 

format: one shot. 1k+ 

~o0o~

You’re in the haze, and thus you think it’s a hallucination when you hear him calling out your name. It must be, there’s no reason why he of all people would come to your apartment, and as such, you make no attempt to pick up and open the door.

The second time, though— that’s when you start to panic. Because, why else would he be there, if not for the drugs? You? Please, don’t flatter yourself with such bullshit.

Nobody would want to willingly search for you.

It’s instinctive that you hug yourself, shielding you from the outside. “It’s not real,” you tell yourself, laughing but it’s more of a wail the more you let on. “C’mon, ‘Buccellati’, go away~” it sounds like another junkie’s words, but in fact, you hope he does. Not only because he most likely have marched all the way down here to terminate the obnoxious drug addict that owes money to Passione— but because you want to crawl out of your skin rather than let him see you in this estate.

“Come the fuck on,” he calls your name one more time, and hope that indeed he has come to kill you. You don’t deserve to live, and it’s the more honest thought you can make in the storm that is your head. “Open the door, I’m begging you!”

If only, you feel disgusted with yourself, because even if it’s your foolish heart or the pills that you’ve swallowed so eager, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that you’ve made someone like Bruno care for you, a pathetic excuse of human being that clinged onto whatever her dealer sold her and when the effect was gone, went crying to Buccellati’s arms begging him to help you.

As if you could save yourself.

You had certainly pulled an act, didn’t you? Shouting, derogating yourself with names like ‘whore’ and ‘stupid cunt’ and crying about disappearing from this earth in order to make him pity. It wasn’t care what Buccellati felt, no— Buccellati was too noble, even for a crime-lord, and thus he let you come to him searching for comfort, comfort that, over time, became having you underneath him as you moaned your name.

How disgusting.

At least, you were able to see it, and thus you ran away. It was better that way, to just grab the first bus that went as far away from Naples as you could and then start the cycle again: consume, get as high as you could only to crash down, cry your heart out until some good soul heared your whines only to do the same. You feared, oh, how you feared that it was indeed true that you were that monster, and so you spared him before it was too late. Or so you had thought.

But Buccellati is a man of actions, and soon, somehow because the door did not open he is there, he is there holding you, shaking you, shouting and god— he has finally seen it, hasn’t it? He has finally seen the piece of shit you really are.

“Why the fuck did you ran away like that?!” and you want to say something, you want to say any other answer but the truth is that there wasn’t anything else. There wasn’t some kind of hidden plot to have you run away, other than… other that you wanted him to be away from you. And so, you cry, because it’s all that you can do— even if that’s of no use. It has never been, hasn’t it? “You… you fucking… why did you?”

You should certainly rot in hell for making him cry, because those tears sure as hell aren’t sure and are not any hallucination— they’re in your skin, in his suit, and for the first time since he came in you look into his eyes and suddenly everything just… vanish.

He is there— he has come for you, of all people. A worthless drug addict that left him behind just so she could poison herself more and more and eagerly.

“I thought that someone had killed you,” you listen him and it’s like you’re not the one he is cradling in his arms, but some bystander watching it all unfold because you can’t quite comprehend why he hasn’t left you already. You would leave you behind if you could. “You left everything behind, it was logical to think so… But I had protected you, nobody would touch you and that I knew because I searched for every single one that could’ve done him. I would’ve… If they had… I would’ve…”

“I wish they had,” it’s the first and only thing you are capable of saying, to give him, and you feel him stiffening under you. “It would’ve been, Buccellati, it would have been better if somebody had indeed killed me.”

“Don’t dare to talk like that, don’t— don’t you dare to talk for me,” he spits, but you want him to see, to see that you’re doing this for him, leaving is the best you could ever give him. “When I thought you were dead, I, I felt such impotence, such anger— because I would’ve protected you, I could’ve protected you. I would’ve done everything in my power to keep you safe. And when they informed me you were here, doing— doing this,” and he makes a gesture to the whole apartment and in doing so, the hollow in your stomach grows wider. “A part of me felt betrayed because you left. And then I felt betrayed to myself, because even when you left, I searched for you. Because I still…”

You don’t want him to say that. You don’t want him to sign his downfall having him say it and yet—

And yet—

“You should’ve left me behind, then,” it’s all you can muster, the drug’s effect are starting to wore off and soon— soon the real fun will begin. “Just, please, Bruno. Do yourself a favor, do it and leave me. I wanted to, I wanted to get better, but I couldn’t. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” and suddenly he grabs you, and you start screaming. You scream, you punch and cry all you can, but his grip doesn’t leave you in any moment. He must run away, you must run away— “I’ll make sure of that.”

“Leave me! For fuck’s sake, I’m telling you to leave me HERE­—“

“I WON’T LEAVE YOU AGAIN,” the air has left your lungs and your face must look like a damn mess, heck, everything about this was a damn mess. Why couldn’t he see it that you were doing the right thing? Why couldn’t he let you do something for him? “GOD DAMMIT, CAN’T YOU SEE? CAN’T YOU FUCKING SEE? I came… I let you leave once. I let the woman I love leave me. I won’t let her do that again. I won’t let you do this again.”

“Bruno… You damn fool.”

It’s frightening, isn’t it? To see the ones you love drowning and not be the anchor— but the stone tied to their ankle.

[godsandvillainsrpg-blog]

Congratulations, TERRY! You have been accepted as MAXIMILIANO MANCINI.

Note from Admin Jade: If a slippery creature has every roamed this earth, it’s Max Mancini — and Terry, you captured his essence so well that I couldn’t contain my ear-to-ear smile by the end of your sample. You showed me every aspect that defines who he is — from the overpowering ego to the way he’ll tell you what you need to hear with a smile on his lips before literally stabbing you in the back.. Or in this case, pushing you off a balcony. You did such an amazing job of showing us exactly where his priorities lie — with himself, because everyone else is expendable. Max is a dangerous player in this game, and I’ve got a feeling he’ll be even more so in your hands. I can’t wait to see where his ambitions take him with you behind the wheel!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Let us know your name, alias, or whatever you’d like to be addressed as.

Terry

Age: There is no age limit for this group, but we ask that all applicants ensure they’re comfortable with mature themes.

30

Preferred Pronouns: All OOC pronouns will be added to our masterlist.

He or They pronouns

Timezone: All timezones will be added to our masterlist.

Eastern

Activity Level: Describe in words how active you believe you’ll be able to be.

I’m more prone to work during the afternoon/evening almost every day so I’m unable to be “on” during that time. Other than that I’m aiming to be active always at some point.

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IN CHARACTER

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Maximilano Mancini

Describe this character in your own words: Beyond what’s stated in the biography, who is this character to you? What aspects of their history and personality most shape them? Here is your opportunity to expand on what was provided in the bio and show us you know this character better than we do.

Some may call him a snake, in which he really doesn’t mind the term. It’s unpredictable. Stealthy. Lethal when needed to be; the right recipe that makes Maximillano the way that he is. Max is a very intricate person if you’re not in the knows of what’s going on. His strengths are undoubtedly his weaknesses, and while the man has been damn near perfect in his occupation, he’s always had his eye out for something more. He was like a squirrel just weeks before the Winter season would start, trying to hoard as many acorns as possible for his own personal gain. In Max’s case, it was always the promise of being at the helm of the family, any one for that matter. Sure, he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to get his hands dirty every now and again, but his real passion waited for him at the top of the highest ladder, where his success would be rewarded with the promise of power, riches, and fame. That’s what he really wanted anyway.

But one can only be ambitious for so long before toes get stepped on, when disappointment awakened a few inner demons you wouldn’t have known existed otherwise. Max had been fucked over plenty of times in his life, and to think it all started in his own home all those years ago. Then Cassius dug the knife deeper when he’d chosen Stavros for that nifty right hand man position. By then, Max was seeing red, and all of his energy went into making sure the Giordano family paid for this stupid ass decision. These experiences has taught the man who to befriend and who to leave astray, all for the sake of his own foolish and selfish goal. The new rift between the family was the perfect opportunity for Max to start fresh and anew from the other side, but even he is impatient to see his results come to life in just a short amount of time.

Still, Max isn’t going away any time soon. Sure, he’s not gonna complain too much about where he’s at now, but you can’t deny the fact that his strategy is headed in the right direction, slowly, but surely. And you can guarantee that Max will be wherever you least expect it, while his victims are oblivious of the threat that lingers behind them in the shadows just like a snake, the same one they forced him to be.

What are this character’s motives? What drives this character? What are their goals?

Max’s harmful ambition of wanting to be at the top is one of his main motivators of getting the job done. Plus, he loves his daily grind of espionage, or as he likes to call it: information brokering. It’s a pasttime he holds near and dear, and it’s where he’s out in his element doing what he does best. Lying, cheating. Perhaps killing. Anything to give the family a better edge in society, even if he has to plow through those he considered friends once upon a time. He wants nothing more than to get drunk off of his own lust for revenge while dishing out pain and havoc to anyone that falls in his way. Getting rid of Harland and taking his place beside Celine is Max’s ultimate goal and endgame, for anything that happens to him otherwise may result in major failure. Maybe even death.

What potential plots do you foresee for this character? Where do you see this character’s story going? What potential storylines would you like to explore, both with the character themselves and as a part of the group as a whole?

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PARA SAMPLE

9 kilometers to go.

The saying is that money can never buy anyone happiness; a cute little deterrent to keep the poor where they were. And in all honesty, money would only lead you down a horrible path to trouble and greed. Trouble because everyone wanted to take it from you, greed because you wanted to hoard as much as you allow yourself to. Though this never stopped the mighty billionaires of the world from cranking the rusty wheel of this damned planet. Max fell somewhere along the middle of it all. He had the greed, as to everyone did, but the trouble was something he never tangoed with. It certainly helped him get out of a jam a time or two. Everyone had a price. All they had to do was name it.

With his eyes fixed on a segment on CNN, Max sat on his top-of-the-line cycling machine, pedaling through his weekly workout segment for 15 miles. Age wasn’t a factor when it came to keeping himself in shape, and since the man didn’t smoke nor drink himself into a drunken stupor on a regular basis, activities such as this were easy to keep up with. His choice of clothing consisted of nothing but gym shorts and sneakers, but fuck it. No one else would see him like that anyway…Except if you were the housekeeper. Or perhaps Ruby whenever she needed to be at his side. But that was it. No one else.

There had been an alert coming from the bike’s computer system, indicating that Max was now heading into rough terrain while continuing on his “trail”. The bike’s gears locked up and suddenly placed pressure on the pedals, giving him the feeling that he was now pedaling uphill. Max then lifted himself from the seat of the bike and rode. Panting. Pedaling. Panting. Pedaling. Muscles shifting and contorting under the stress of going through this exercise, a thin layer of sweat coated his scalp and shoulders. The burning sensation traveling through his body felt good, serving as an escape from the world around him. He was a junkie for it; the only pain he could take without seeking some type of vengeance for it. The man biked through his virtual adventure, all until there was a voice that could be heard on the other side of the room.

“Mr. Mancini,” the housekeeper began. “You have a visitor.” Standing beside the young woman - which was an odd yet usual request for Max to have - was a middle aged man, gripping a white envelope as he waited to be greeted. Max kept pedaling a while longer, though stopped completely before drinking a sip of water. “Leave us.” he ordered.

The housekeeper immediately fell back into her job, leaving the two men alone in his personal space. Max stood from his seat while the visitor watched the young housekeeper rush to her duties, doing anything to keep his eyes from the man before him. “Join me on the balcony. Would you like a drink?”

“N-no…thanks.” The man replied. Good, because Max wasn’t going to give him anything, not without good news this damn time around. The man had proven to be inadequate of his duties in recent weeks, and Max had enough of his incompetence. This small meeting today would go on to prove whether he would live or die. The outcome was about as random as winning the lottery.

The thing about Max and his work was that he hated talking on the phone, just as much as he hated texting. Breadcrumbs could be left anywhere these days, and without strong, top of the line security from outsiders of all kinds, risking his neck for the sake of his job was something he couldn’t let slip through his fingers. With that, he had people make his calls, talk to people face to face instead of on the phone, even going as far as speaking to one another in cryptic messages so that whoever was listening didn’t know what was going on. Some may say it was paranoia that fueled the man to keep his tracks clean, but to Max, it enabled him to keep control on who did what and where. He could watch anyone he damn well pleased, but no one watched Maximillano Mancini. No one.

The two men walked to the balcony of Max’s home away from home with him taking lead. A towel had been draped around his neck, giving him some sort of comfort as the near hot air caused his body a shiver. Cutting to the chase, the man hands over Max the envelope that was in his hands without a moment to spare. It was nothing important to anyone else, but once Max gazed at the list of numbers - coordinates that you would find on a map, rather - in front of him, he smiled like the Grinch on Christmas. Pure evil and delight danced around his blackened heart.

“You’ve done something right for a change. Now I don’t have to break one of your appendages again in order to get your useless ass in gear.” Max smiled, although never really cared for the fear that started to appear on the man’s expressions. Max had been known to make an example out of someone just to keep everyone in check, but he’d never had time to do such a thing lately. That only meant that everyone was following orders like they should’ve been in the first place.

Max placed the paper back inside the envelope, and clutched it in his hand in order to give his hardworking minion a pat on the back, or rather, a hard tug into the balcony’s gate. The moment the man noticed it was too late to do anything was when he fought for his life, but Max was the stronger being out of the two, and flipped him right over the edge, where he fell seven stories down onto the concrete below. The man’s body bounced on the back of his head and neck, breaking and shattering bones before leaving him for dead. The only thing Max had done was stare down at the body, watching as his soul would tear away from his body. Slowly, but surely, life would eventually meet death. The man was expendable, and his fuckups had lead to his downfall, right down to the very end. It was great because he was an outside associate to the family, and that he wouldn’t be missed by anyone important. Again, Max didn’t care. He didn’t need knuckle draggers risking everything that was important to him. Not right now. As he clutched the map coordinates in his hand, the sound of a distant vaccum cleaner started up back in his apartment, the only noise that was able to compete with the voice in his head about his next task.

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I’ve put together a little something over here. Nothing too fancy tho: https://mockmax.tumblr.com/

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oh god oh no

OOC

Name/URL: the goth one (alek) / @boyfae

Preferred Pronouns: he/him

What you would like tagged: drugs pls

Other Characters: sera, tomas, jimmy, layl & doherty

CHARACTER

Name: Zillah Burnette

Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Z (pronounced as ‘zed’ not ‘zee’)

Age: 20

Blog Link: @zedheaddead

Pronouns: they/he/she

Powers/Abilities: Hemokinetic constructs and rapid regenerative healing. Zillah can turn their own blood into tools, objects, weapons and other items. This works in tandem with their healing factor, as they can survive wounds and dismemberment that would kill anyone else, and massive amounts of blood loss will not incapacitate them.

Alliance: Amateur villain and serial killer junkie.

Occupation: Visual art major at EAFA.

Appearance (can be a picture): oooover here

Personality: Zillah is………..a lot. A deeply neurotic person, they have an obsessive personality and a desperate need for approval from the people they look up to. Unfortunately, these people are the serial killers and villains of El Asilo. A wannabe villain, Zillah frequents serial killer forums and other sketchy places in order to keep up with their idols’ exploits and brag about their own. During the day, Zillah is a visual art major, mostly a painter and sculptor, standing out mostly only for the way they dress.

Additional Info:

6’1”

Lives in a small apartment just off campus with a few other art students. Only one of them knows about Zillah’s……activities.

Enjoys replicating crime scenes of their favorite killers’. Leaves notes for the police and signs them just as ‘Z’.

Chaotic evil for the sake of chaotic evil. Occasionally attacks heroes just for the fun of it.

Gets starstruck around other, higher profile villains.

Stuck in their scene phase.

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tag drop; wip

♡KIRBY KIRBY KIRBY; THAT’S A NAME YOU SHOULD KNOW! OOC♡

♡SMILES AS SHARP AS KNIVES! IC♡

♡PEN PALS WITH A SERIAL KILLER! QUESTIONS♡

♡LOVE LETTERS! OOC ASKS♡

♡DO YOU WANNA PLAY A GAME? MEMES♡

♡DO YOU WANNA PLAY A GAME? INBOX♡

♡SERIAL STAMP OF APPROVAL! PROMOS♡

♡MOBILE♡

♡SO WHAT IF I’M CRAZY? HC♡

♡TO DIE FOR! AES♡

♡OUT ON A KILLING SPREE! QUEUE♡

♡I WANNA CONTRIBUTE TO THE CHAOS! STARTER CALL♡

♡END OF...♡  (put in front of thread tag when its the last reply)

♡THREAD♡

♡ART♡

♡I WAS BEING PLAYFUL; I STABBED YOU WITH MY FUN KNIFE! CRACK♡

♡AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION! SAVES♡

♡ASK RESPONSES♡

♡FAKE-ISMS! MUSING♡

♡CORPSE DANCE! MUSIC♡

♡INFAMY IS STILL A KIND OF FAME! SELF PROMO♡

♡IT HAPPENED ONCE IN A DREAM! WISHLIST♡

♡THIS; BUT IN PINK! CLOTHES♡

♡PARTNERS IN CRIME! TAGGED FOR ME♡

VERSES TAGS

♡SOME OF THE BEST LOVE STORIES START WITH A MURDER! MAIN♡ 

♡DARLING DOPPELGANGER! THE FACADE HERO MASQUERADE♡

♡THE FIRST PERSON I KILLED WAS MY PAST SELF! PRE-VILLAIN LEAGUE♡

♡ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR! UNDETERMINED♡

♡UNDERGROUND STAR! PKMN♡

♡I’M GUZZLING DOWN LOVE! FANTASY♡

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MAINS TAGS:

♡DIRTY LAUNDRY LOOKS GOOD ON YOU! HANDROT♡

♡THAT BOY’S GOT MY HEART IN A SILVER CAGE! HEROMIGHT♡

♡STRIKING SPARKS OFF YOUR BODY! HEROSPLODE♡

♡IMAGINATION IS THE LIMIT TO THE DEVIL’S CLIENTELLE! ZINJE♡ 

♡KILL THEM WITH KINDNESS! URVTI♡

♡IT’S ONLY STANDING ROOM IN HEAVEN ; HELL IS WHERE WE GO TO DANCE! STRUNGBONES♡

♡GUCCI GUCCI LOUIS LOUIS FENDI FENDI NADA! TENSEMASK♡

♡GUYS LIKE YOU ARE WHAT I HATE THE MOST! CURESICK♡

♡MY BAD LUCK CHARM! IELLATO♡

♡A RIVAL IN LOVE! HEROHALF♡

CHARACTER TAGS:

♡LITTLE MISS MURDER♡  

♡THAT BOY BLEEDS SO RED ROSES WILT IN SHAME! IZUKU♡ 

♡THAT’S NOT VERY PUNK ROCK OF YOU! JIROU♡

♡PRINCESS COMPLEX; SHE ALWAYS GETS WHAT SHE WANTS! MOMO♡

♡AN ANGEL IN LOVE! OCHAKO♡

♡WIP tsuyu♡

♡WIP bakugou♡

♡DARLING; I’D LOVE TO BE YOU! STAINY♡

♡HELL IN A HANDBASKET! TOMURA♡

♡BURNT SKIN AND A BLACKENED SOUL! DABI♡

♡A SPECIAL BRAND OF CRAZY! TWICE♡

♡MISTER MIST! KUROGIRI♡

♡PURIFICATION PANDEMIC! OVERHAUL♡

♡FALSE PILLAR OF A FALSE SOCIETY! ALL MIGHT♡

♡STAIN FANCLUB! VILLAIN ALLIANCE♡

♡SICK OF YOUR ELITIST IDEALS! HEROES♡

SHIP TAGS

♡NOTHING BUT BURNING BRIDGES! HIMIDABI♡ 

♡I’M HOLDING OUT TO WATCH YOU BURN! KATSUHIMI♡

♡THAT BOY’S GOT MY HEART IN A SILVER CAGE! HIMIDEKU♡ 

♡SHE KISSES LIKE A GRENADE; LIKE A BLADE; A BAYONET! OCHAHIMI♡ 

♡I LOVE YOU EVEN WHEN YOU HATE YOURSELF; DO YOU HATE ME TOO? HIMIMURA♡

♡KEROPPI AND MERODI! HIMITSU♡

♡SHE TASTES LIKE BLOOD; YOU REALIZE YOU DON’T MIND THE TASTE AT ALL. MAYBE YOU NEVER DID. ship name♡

♡HOLD ME CLOSE; DON’T LET GO; WATCH ME BURN! ship name♡

♡THERE’S NOTHING THAT BURNS AS BRIGHTLY AS US! ship name♡

♡I’M A SINNER IN CHURCH BURNING UP FOR YOU! ship name♡

♡KISS WITH A FIST! ship name♡

♡TERRIBLE TRIO! TOMUHIMIDABI♡

MISC

♡IMAGINATION IS THE LIMIT TO THE DEVIL’S CLIENTELLE!

♡KISS THE BOYS AND MAKE THEM CRY! n/a♡ 

♡YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME; I’M A KILLER! n/a♡ 

♡LOVESICK PRINCESS! n/a♡

♡IMITATION IS THE SINCEREST FORM OF TRAGEDY♡

♡LOVE AT FIRST BITE♡

♡DARLING I LIVE IN YOU; AND YOU WOULD DIE FOR ME / I LOVE YOU SO.♡ 

♡IF YOUR DEAR HEART IS WOUNDED / MY WILD HEART BLEEDS WITH YOURS♡

♡THINK ME NOT CRUEL BECAUSE I OBEY THE IRRESISTIBLE LAW OF MY STRENGTH AND WEAKNESS♡

♡IF GOODNESS DOES EXIST THEN I’M THE OPPOSITE OF IT / I’M EVIL AND I REVEL IN IT♡

♡  I’ll examine you by cutting you into slices I want to snap a shot of the inside of your chest

♡ getting to be with you is a luxury, a sweet life

♡LOVE JUNKIE!♡

make your body and heart sustenance for me!

my heart is thirsty

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It's only standing room in Heaven But Hell is waiting for your ass

It's only standing room in Heaven But Hell is glad to have you back

A heart-shaped wound that proves you’re mine.

[jiangui]

i have finished petty-voting for the goodreads choice awards first round for all the genres so that the books i hate don’t win even though i basically haven’t read anything this year

[jiangui]

the largest problem i’m facing right now regarding the story i’m writing is that i don’t know what happens between the beginning and the end

[jiangui]

Every time I came across stuff that said some YA book’s popularity was the result of it resonating with teens’ zeitgeist or something and then went on to dissect the themes of said book(s), I sort of felt/still feel that’s mistaking correlation with causation, and I think it’s biased too.

Honestly, what’s popular in YA at any certain point in time is what publicists think is popular with teens and is what YA authors wish they had back when they were teens. Most people/kids/teens don’t know what they like until someone shows it to them, and until they see other people liking it too.

[jiangui]

shit i had a nice brainstorm... in my dreams/half-asleep brain unlock... that I forgot..........

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research log:

finished a book about the oracle of delphi a looong time ago. didn’t show many of the prophecies themselves though so I couldn’t get a good feel of the verbal structure or content from that book alone

6 years ago read partway through an old book on the history of italy, forget where I left off. Need more detail.

currently reading about how italian food culture was shaped. not sure how much in detail the book will go, but if it offers sources relevant to what I want in english then I will go for them.

next, I’ll read an italian novel written in and set in the timeframe that I’ll be setting the story in.

[jiangui]

should get this down before I forget. Over the past two years I realized that one reason I keep stalling on my story projects is that I feel that I don’t have enough knowledge - experienced or researched - to back the plots and settings up, but then don’t take the time or don’t have the energy to do the research necessary. so I didn’t write anything for my personal projects this past year. to be fair, I had a lot on my plate this past year, but now that I’ve settled down and life isn’t as crazy, I think I can confront my “it’s too hard to find info about this in english” or “it’s an alternate history so I don’t know how useful reading about the specific political or military event details will be” or “oooh look at this shiny new idea I had I’m going to to daydream about it without getting any of the ideas down” excuses/thoughts.

so without further ado, I really need to log whatever progress or non-progress or stuff I encountered that I think I could apply to my writing. This blog will be where I do it.

[jiangui]

besides @dajuans, i’m also on @tiaochan posting quotes

[jiangui]

yes i Will talk about how isayama framed the Aruani Gaze, who do you think I am? Starting from Annie’s perspective, he’s always been objectively taller than her, but in her gaze he’s always looking up in hope/determination/goodness and yet more delicate/somehow smaller than her/something that she values but can’t touch without breaking what she admires about him. (Not that she doesn’t get a jolt of that funny feeling in her stomach when she stands next to him and he smiles at her with frank respect and happiness; oh, she doesn’t mind the height difference.) This perspective is evident from the angle that armin’s shown from in the first panel, in the sense that you see traces of his younger self in it.

The point of view switches to armin’s as Annie turns away to abstain, yet again just barely out of his reach but closer, this time. He knows she cares about him, from the way her (very beautiful) all-seeing eyes furrow in worry as she holds his gaze. Notice how Armin’s hand looks like how he held his hand up to touch Annie’s crystal. But then yeah, she turns to leave, the-girl-always-just-out-of-reach-with-wind-blowing-in-her-hair trope ohhhh yeah.

Also notice how his face and hand when getting caught by Mika look like how they were when getting caught by Hitch.

Jean practical as always, saying what we’re all thinking abt how they’re going to fight w/o her.

I wonder what reservations Armin is holding/what exactly he’s thinking in the third to last panel? And if the Annie will be just fine part is said to himself or also to Mikasa (as implicit acknowledgment that he does like Annie)?