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wispisstillverybored67 · 6 months

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La Follia D'Amore

GAME OVER

SORBET HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY

TIME FOR THE PUNISHMENT!

YOU TOO, GELATO!

Out of all the things I've stumbled upon...

Why does this have to come today?

I wanted to go exploring around the neighborhood since we just moved here (not like the natives know; records are too easily forged). So after having my sister give me the OK, I decided to first check out the studio complex a few ways down from our apartment building. I see it on the way to school, and it's always stark black and empty. So with little Arles Zorro tucked into my chest for her own safety, I snuck inside. I used to sneak to avoid detection to keep up the exciting atmosphere.

Now I'm sneaking around for my fucking life.

About 20 minutes after walking into the basement, some others had also walked in here. I'm on the south-east side of the room where they were, hiding under the sofa (it's a surprisingly loose squeeze). The first one... was what I can only call a madman. Long and lanky figure, wild green hair, but I couldn't discern what he was wearing. This one stood the tallest. Next to/behind him was this, uh... I don't know what to describe it. It looks to be in a full bodysuit, but that's all. I can't see shit in this light that it was flashing from the tape recorder. Between that and the way these two faced the others, they might be recording a snuff film. And as for the content...?

It was torture, plain and simple. Two other men were thrown here, in complete darkness, bound up like shrimps. They seemed to have been doing SOMETHING wrong to have warranted this. But I've never seen them before, so I can't vouch for them. Two men, tied like little shrimps at the market, blonde and blue, faces blown into fear and despair. Hoho... I can sense how despairing they truly are. Hahaha... Once I caught sight of the other two, the captors, they might have said something. All I can make out was one of them calling the other "my love". Must've been from the shrimp schlubs. And then I think one of them exclaimed that the torturer lied to them, or something I can't remember, then one of them got pulled away to the table further in... An empty glass, reflecting this blunt truth. It's telling what's not to be told... They need that mask.

In hindsight, I really should have told Nero what I saw that day. Would it even matter if I did? He wouldn't care. As would I. I might have acted overt with what I saw that night. Nero-chan, I'm sorry, but I didn't think I had to. To die on the battlefield in that empty life is just hell. But it wouldn't make a difference. We all still die in the end. All for nothing. But back to the past at hand.

The madman held up a razor sharp butcher's cleaver looking thing. Then he called something out of his shadow, and injected one of them with something. He jolted upwards, yet flopped downward just as quickly on the table he could not escape from. The little thing holding the tape recorder didn't move from it's spot. Well THAT makes sense. It would be hard to record a snuff film if you're unstill.

And then he started slicing. Oh my!

From the feet up, he worked the blade onto that guy. *sshink!* That's gotta hurt. It's super, super sharp. Again he went, cutting into the guy bound, gagged, and strapped to table, making intensely small pieces as he went cleaving, producing very clean cuts, almost as if he'd done this before several times. A veritable dance of iron he (the victim) somehow didn't die from. And he was acting so calm as he hacked away, too. The victim was emanating blood-curdling screams, howls of fear and despair. I'll never forget the expression and face he made, seemingly constantly warped in fear, tears flooding down his face.

Despair... Were they mafioso? You can only get despair this potent from those punks. I know this, because outside Morioh at least, there's this yakuza, and they spread despair like this... One of my old teachers was a former member of the yakuza. I can tell from his chopped off pinkie finger on one hand. Isn't the mafia the Italian yakuza? Anyway... How could I have sensed the despair radiating from the room? Emotions aren't my strong suit, much less understanding how someone feels when I can't get a good look at his or her face. I only looked at him once, the image is yet still burned into my mind.

What's keeping that schlub alive? Is there even such a thing as something that can keep him alive through that? I pulled Arles Zorro closer to my chest, fearing slightly that whatever noise from her would send us to the chopping block. She's unusually fine with this now... Ever since we got her about a day before leaving Morioh, she hated being touched like this. Uh, actually, maybe it's just because it was Ane touching her like that. Keeping us alive... They seem very strong. Both the madman, and the pair. Strong... Hey, maybe I ought to check them out after this. When the Iron Waltz is done, I'll take my leave and go.

At this point, he was up to... the midsection, I believe. He didn't relent with this torture. Death by a thousand cuts seems to be a nasty way to go out, and whatever he put into him, he's still alive. Bound up extremely tightly like a fish, gagged so he won't scream, and hacked away by a mad doctor type while remaining alive under the knife... What a way to go out. Hey, what happened to the other one? Where's he? Found him.

He stopped crying, only temporarily. He was trembling in his spot. He squirmed away from the scene of the crime. And then he flopped down limply at last, his gag had been sucked in so far down his throat, it looked a bit suggestive. Most likely, he either suffocated from his crying, or he killed himself. At the time, and even in hindsight now, it was hard to tell. It wasn't that hard to do whichever one, either way. "...?!" I squeaked out once his corpse fell closer to me. Smells of cheap cologne, ugh...

"Eh?!" Shit. I think the camera freak saw me. One wrong move, and you're next on the chopping block. Hehehe...

The mad doctor, for his part, stopped what he was doing, and picked up the blonde's corpse by the collar. But only for a moment, and he dropped him once he saw that face. The face of one who wanted only to experience sweet death after all that happened. "How tragic," was what I read from his lips. If you're making a snuff film, it makes sense not to speak, unless it would amplify the experience. You don't want to muffle the cries of the damned, the ones crying for love in hell.

And now it was time to hack away again. Wither wither wither wither wither wither wither wither wither wither. Melt away into nothing. The cold steel is the reckoning for all. Drown in despair. The despair that your partner had killed himself because of this mess. The despair that you can't see him because you're still alive. The despair that whatever the fuck got you punished like this was preventable.

Hacked away, hacked away, careful cuts producing thin pieces. What'll you do with the pieces once you're done? There's the smell of a noxious chemical of sorts from the far east of the room. Ugh, I can only wait to see the end results.

From the midsection upward, he attempted to accept his inevitable fate, but all it did was force him to utter a deafening screech. The screams of bloody murder. A face still drained of all hope, growing deeper yet deeper into the bowels of despair. The shine in his eyes slowly faded as he went upwards, with the desire for death slowly slipping out of his reach, out of his sliced off arms-reach. Slicy slicy slice. Almost up to the neck now!

I couldn't do anything but watch it. Watching the bladework gave me an odd feeling. Something most unusual creeped up from behind. I feel... hotter. My gut is tingling, and I'm a bit sweaty from this, to have to hide like this under a conveniently placed couch. Arle doesn't budge, which I'm even now still grateful for. I haven't felt anything like this in a long while. Even before we came to Italy. Is this fear? ...Or excitement? But what is there to be excited about, within the context of a torture scene? Perhaps I'm just afraid, afraid that this fate will befall me, afraid of the sight itself, afraid that I can't name this feeling washing over me. *shoink!*

He finally got to the throat, silencing the victim once and for all, sectioned currently into 30 parts. Unable to speak, and perhaps even breathe, his face flopped to the side limply, every feeble attempt at fear slowing down to be softer. But the face contortion is the same, one of pure despair.

Wonder what I'll tell to big sis after this? I thought. That I walked in on a modern day lingchi? It's reaching the climax, anyhow.

At last, the victim was complete. Chopped neatly into 39 parts, perfectly split and preserving the feelings of that of true terror. These two men had folded up the table after arranging his bits so that they wouldn't get squished weirdly, then picked up the thing that gave off the chemical stench, and went upstairs to leave. The other's corpse stood alone. This was the end. I had to know what caused this. That was the end of any chance of a peaceful life... But actually, I think the end of that was when Ane met that guy about 4 years ago back in Japan. Despair... If the despair bringers like them can be that strong, I think I'll join them. Yeah. I don't want Ane to end up this way.

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I'm stunned, I'm absolutely stunned. That even now, the vivid memory sticks out to me, two years after I walked in on that hellhole. I couldn't confess of this to anyone. Nero, or anyone else in La Squadra, not even Doppio... Suddenly, I'm reverted back to the sofa, some craptastic movie blaring on the TV, Aceto himself was sprawled on my lap. I need to get some air...

"I oughta go-" I hastily said, pushing him off of me. I'm absolutely spent, and I haven't even done anything. So I just blankly stared outside the open window.

"Paulla?" Was all he could say. That's all I could've got out of him, I zoned out for the rest of it.

These crystal clear memories... What good does it do for me?

#wisp rambles #wisp writes #la follia d'amore #that's italian for 'the folly/madness of love'#it's the name of the battle theme of unmasked hyness #tense flow what's that?#if it sounds overdramatic at times. then i've done my job #the final nail in the coffin for BJ's emotional issues was watching the lingchi and suicide #first it was seeing Kira's death. then this #she actually had a huge issue with emotional expressions in general #but this just soured it to the point where she claims that she couldn't feel #this scene is everything #how did I get so attached to it. anyhow?#such a vivid portrait of cruelty. despair running mad #ohhh I could watch it alllllllll dayyyyyy!#jojo's bizarre adventure #queue in wonderland #paulla izza/billie jean ojiro #arles zorro/smooth criminal #dolcio cioccolata #secco rottario #sorbet #gelato #sorbet and gelato #original character #jjba oc #vento aureo

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slafkovskys · 1 year

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OK THOSE PROMPTS SOUND PERFECT FOR RUTGER pls consider it requested by yours truly…i mean the friend that was asking ha

warnings: minor language, suggestive material under the cut

“what’s the password?” you call out after three knocks sound against your bedroom door, tightening the strings of your bikini bottoms against your side. you quirk an eyebrow at the lack of response, a smirk playing at your lips, “no password, no entry.”

“oh, um,” there’s a thump on the other side of the wall and you can only guess that rutger had slumped his weight against your closed door, “i- uh- starburst?”

you cross the room and allow him to slip inside before closing the door again. you throw your arms gently over his shoulders and his hands come to rest on your hips, “now, i don’t remember telling you that little secret…”

“your brother mentioned it awhile back and i may have stored it in endearing things about you,” he mumbles as his fingers pull at the ties of your bikini bottoms, “why do i need to use it? i’m not a stranger.”

“that’s exactly why you need to use it, honey, because about thirty seconds before you knocked, i was topless and don’t really want just anyone seeing my boobs,” immediately his cheeks started to turn red and you cackle, “almost a year and you’re still so easy to make squirm.”

“y/n,” he pouts as you pat his cheek before moving past him to grab a towel off of your bed, “you’re leaving? now? but i just got back.”

“you’re the one who decided to go and work out with my brother, on my birthday might i add, and left me alone all morning. now, i’m going down to the pool, but you’re free to join,” you shrug as you go to the door, but he stops you.

“hey, you weren’t alone. you had your mom and kennedy-”

“would’ve been nicer if it was you though. might have had plans that involved me, you and the shower but i guess that we’ll never know,” you let out an overdramatized sigh as his face falls and you take that as your queue to leave, knowing exactly what you were doing to him.

“look at the birthday girl,” cutter calls, already bobbing in the pool as you walk through the open back door, “sorry i stole your man this morning. had to get a workout in before the celebration tonight. 21 is a big number and we probably won’t feel like it tomorrow.”

“i wasn’t born yesterday, cutter. i know what you did, you know what you did, but it’s fine,” you drop your towel onto your favorite lounger and push your sunglasses off of your head down to cover your eyes, “he still sleeps in my bed at night.”

“you-”

“cannonball!”

a shout interrupted what was surely about to turn into an argument between the two of you and you watch as rutger runs across the backyard and dives into the pool, blissfully unaware of what he had just ended with a gigantic splash.

or maybe he did.

“my bad, y/n,” he calls, a lopsided smirk on his lips as he breaks through the surface of the water. “didn’t mean to get you wet.”

you click your tongue, knowing full well that he had caught onto the little game that you were playing with him. before you could come up with a smart remark, he wraps cutter in a headlock and they start to wrestle in the middle of the pool just like the buddies they were. it was nice to see them like that, not cutter being too protective over you or rutger being too scared to even hold your hand in front of your brother sometimes, just friends. old teammates with history.

you watch them for a little while, before a light bulb goes off in your head and you clear your throat,

“rut, baby,” you call out as you start to loosen the tie on your bikini top, quickly lifting your arm to catch it before it slips too far, “can you do my sunscreen? or at least just get my back? i can’t reach it all the way and i don’t want to be burnt in pictures.”

the pout you send in his direction makes it hard for him to say know and through the dark lenses of your sunglasses, you watch cutter roll his eyes as your boyfriend clears his throat, “yeah, y/n. gimme a sec.”

“i wish that i never would’ve introduced you two,” cutter grunts as rutger slowly makes his way out of the pool, not so subtly adjusting himself as he makes his way over to your lounger, “or allowed you to date, matter of fact.”

“allowed? cutter, i’m older than you. i don’t need your permission for who i date,” you roll your eyes, sending a rutger a smile dipped in faux sweetness as he sits on the end of your chair. “besides, technically you didn’t introduce us. your boy slid in my dms.”

“you did what, mcgroarty?”

“she’s lying, cut. i wouldn’t- jesus christ, y/n,” his voice drops to a whisper that only you could hear as you undo the other string of your top and move it to the side, covering your chest with your arm. you spare him a glance over your shoulder and find him practically shaking at the sight, “it’s like you want to get me killed.”

“me? i would never, baby,” you reach out to pat his thigh, “i just asked you to apply sunscreen and now you’re blushing, you idiot. i’m innocent.”

“innocent my ass,” he scoffs, ignoring cutters warnings of keeping it pg as you hear the tube cap pop. you jump as the cool cream touches your left shoulder, “how am i supposed to survive the next week? genuine question.”

“if this is getting you so stirred up, you’re going to be miserable at dinner tonight.”

requests are closed!

#rutger mcgroarty #spring fling #cutter!sisterxrutger

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probablygayattorneys · 1 year

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The Kat in the hat

The Kat in the hat (makes Ernest) strikes back

#layton's mystery journey #layton mystery tanteisha #katrielle layton #ernest greeves #my kat in the hat <3 #honestly tho at least in the professor layton universe #i think out of all the characters in all of his games and her single game #even if we throw in alfendi's game for funsies #i'm most like kat #i am catty and bratty and overdramatic and can be extremely annoying #but i also always try to be kind and understanding and not to judge others #plus our hair is almost identical tbh #just enough curl to be unmanagable but not enough to actually be considered curly #queue takumi defense squad #Professor cody

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thisis-elijah · 9 months

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this kid's gonna be back mid august, not end of july. i'm moving cities across the country and defo won't be able to make it back sooner. queue is slowly dying. is this the end? am i being overdramatic? nah, fr tho, i'll be back soon, gonna get back to your DMs then. sorry to keep you waiting.

#( attention: psa ) / * 𝐨𝐨𝐜 .#sorry to keep u guys waiting #i'm starting a new job and have to move 850km #we be livin for that stressful shit

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thebowerypresents · 4 months

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MXMTOON Comes Home to End Tour with Sold-Out Show in Brooklyn

MXTMTOON – Roulette – December 15, 2023

A native of Oakland, Calif., transplanted to Brooklyn, Maia (who keeps her surname private) is best known by the moniker MXMTOON (pronounced: em-ex-em-toon). The singer-songwriter earned online recognition when she began uploading songs filled with ukulele compositions and earnest lyrics to her YouTube channel a decade ago. After releasing her second full-length album, Rising, last year, Maia returns to the original bedroom recordings of her debut EP, Plum Blossom, on her current tour, working up reimagined takes of the 2018 material. She has a history of releasing multiple renditions of her music, offering studio-produced and stripped-down, acoustic versions of her first LP, Masquerade. On Friday, MXMTOON concluded her tour for Plum Blossom (Revisited) with a sold-out homecoming at Brooklyn’s Roulette. Despite admitted nerves, Maia happily took the stage to open with the fitting lyrics “I walked into the room” for “Cliché.” With her performing acoustic, everyone in the room was singing along from the jump and continued throughout the show. The East Coast transplant shared that revisiting her past material was quite the welcomed reflection on the teenager she was then to the 23-year-old she is now. “The Idea of You” expressed the overwhelming build of a high school crush, but since its writing, the more-confident-with-age singer admitted that her younger self was overdramatic. MXMTOON’s natural ability to be vulnerable translates to her fans not only knowing all the background vocal queues for her songs but also various vlog references like a Josh Hutcherson “Whistle” edit and the “yipppeee” calls. As an outsider to the fandom, I was repeatedly astonished by her followers’ antics, especially on “Stuck” when about a third of the people in the room lifted signs that had Maia happily in tears. The song is an expression of feeling in between identities, which she shares being mixed-race and bisexual. Her musing deeply connected the collective space and culminated with a boisterous cover of Vance Joy’s “Riptide.” —Sharlene Chiu | @Shar0ck

#Bowery Presents #Brooklyn #Josh Hutcherson #Live Music #Maia #Masquerade #Music #MXMTOON #New York City #Plum Blossom #Plum Blossom (Revisited)#Review #Rising #Roulette #Sharlene Chiu #Vance Joy

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punisheye · 5 months

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Queue overdramatic ugh! with an organic palm gently shoving his face away. "You're so handsome it's hard to look at you sometimes, you know. Unfair."

All they'd been doing was lazing around in bed, warm under their blankets from the chilly weather outside, their cat curled up in a perfect circle at the foot of the bed. Wolfwood's got his chin propped up on Vash's chest, staring at him drowsily with half-lidded eyes. His fingers trace invisible patterns into his scarred skin, avoiding those little places he knows are ticklish—for now.

And then a gentle hand shoves at his face and Wolfwood blinks, then laughs, his hand coming up to catch Vash's wrist so he can press a kiss to his palm. His lips follow the little scars, then he turns Vash's hand over so he can kiss his knuckles, too, and each finger.

"Yer just biased," he says, nuzzling against his wrist. "I think you gotta get yer eyes checked."

Wolfwood pushes himself up, sliding further up Vash's body and plopping down heavily onto him.

"...I got the brains. You got the pretty face."

And he plants a wet kiss on his cheek.

#amoirsetpacis #awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #ask.

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holistic-alcoholic · 2 years

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Domesticity Meme: Bucky/Tony.

Thank you for asking!! 💞

big spoon/little spoon:

Bucky is the big spoon! Because he’s bigger and it’s comfortable. Also a headcanon that Tony’s alternates between ‘love to melt into a hug’ and ‘can’t stand touching’. At those nights they sleep with a barrier but hold hands sometimes.

favorite non-sexual activity:

snuggles! When both of them are tired/not having a good day they come to each other and just flop. And they both love non-sexual physical intimacy because a tender touch is something to remind that everything’s good.

who uses all the hot water:

hm I believe that Tony made a super efficient water heater so that water just never runs out? Bucky does spend lots of time there when he feels cold (and it reminds him of cryo)

most trivial thing they fight over:

they have those teasing fights where they literally change they arguments 180 every fifteen minutes. There’s lots of snark, Tony’s being incredibly overdramatic, and then it turns out it was about something stupid like cavemen vs austronaut.

who does most of the cleaning:

the cleaning bots! But sometimes one of them goes on a cleaning spree which is less about cleaning and more about their mental state.

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue:

Tony. Bucky’s mostly down to watch everything (although he loves sci-fi shows and fun effects). Sometimes though he tries to watch something incredibly bad/pretend to be super ignorant about classics just to make Tony splutter.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:

Tony is the landlord, but in aus it’s Bucky trying to talk to someone while Tony wearing a mad scientist smiles goes no need Bucky bear I’ll fix it

who steals the blankets:

Bucky likes to be warm, Tony likes to be comfy, but they also tend to inconvenience themselves for the sake of other. It led to some complicated blanket moving in the beginning of the relationship, but then they just got more blankets.

who leaves their stuff around:

Tony because he has no manners, usually, Bucky when he feels too tired to deal with the world.

who remembers to buy the milk:

Bucky goes grocery shopping whenever it’s needed but always forgets something important. Tony never does unless it’s 2am and he’s suddenly inside the supermarket calling everyone he knows and asking them what they need.

who remembers anniversaries:

Jarvis. But, actually, Tony, while Bucky has a shittier memory.

Who cooks normally?

Oh, I wrote the whole ass fic about it. But yeah, Bucky loves cooking, he can cook anything from anything, and he loves feeding Tony. It’s a thing. Tony doesn’t have time or patience usually, but he knows how, and some recipes have good memories of Jarvises, so.

How often do they fight?

Very rare! And it’s not a typical fight, Bucky usually closes off and says I need to go — because he needs a breather before he can deal with it. Tony was heavily freaking out at that at first, but they perfected the system, now Tony goes to blow something up or do anything physical, and when they’re both calm, they talk.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Work, meet friends, catch up on reading. They’re rarely away, and they have busy enough lifes that it’s pretty filled. They have daily calls/texting though, when they’re like oh. I have a husband. Oh I miss him :(((

Nicknames for each other?

Tony: a million of them. From Bucky bear and Snowflake to darling and honey. Bucky: petnames, doll, sweetheart, baby, all like that, because Tony has a thing for them. Also ‘Trouble’ sometimes.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?

Tony tries to always pay, but Bucky tells him strictly that his Ma raised him a certain way so no complaining he’s paying.

Who steals the covers at night?

The same answer as the blankets one!

What would they get each other for gifts?

Tony gives either the most ridiculous bullshit that everyone’s baffled at while Bucky’s like I love it with all my heart or makes something as a gift which is usually insane and amazing (like an arm). Bucky is very good at random small gifts without a reason, like I saw this thing and it reminded me of you.

Who kissed who first?

Hm. Tony, because Bucky’s very unsure in his standing.

Who made the first move?

Bucky made his feelings clear but in a so it would be very fucked up for you to reciprocate way. Tony takes it as a challenge and shoves his tongue into his throat.

Who remembers things?

…nobody:D but yeah Bucky is an amnesiac and Tony has mental illness related memory issues.

Who started the relationship?

It kind of repeats the previous ones? They made out, then talked about what they wanted like adults. Who-hoo.

Who cusses more?

Tony! By a lot. Bucky does sometimes, but Tony feels the need to swear every other sentence.

What would they do if the other was hurt?

Tearfully wait for them to be alright -> lots of hugs -> can you stop sacrificing yourself??? / hypocrite! -> more hugging.

#thank you!#winteriron #headcanons #ask game

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