SIX SHOOTER.

  time is the substance from which I am made. time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.  

[colpograzia]

P I N N E D  P O S T .

ind. jigen daisuke account. this blog is ACTIVE despite what it may look like at times. just hmu and i’ll react. my rules can be found here; some additional character info to help with interactions for people who aren’t too familiar with this guy can be found here. i only know the subbed show so any dub jokes/dynamics may be lost on me.

✦  useful links: rp wishlist, ask prompts ( just browse if you want to start interactions but don’t know how? don’t mind the dates. i don’t rb a lot of them. ), headcanons.

✦ useless trivia: tailored suits for the ideal hitman fit. bad at small talk. 0.3-second quick-draw (tm). secret sweet tooth.

[daftpatience]

ive been beaten to doing this as lupjig but i wanted to play too

source

[colpograzia]

— 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ?

PINK CODED. pink, the color of femininity, believing in yourself, and embracing the side of you that you used to reject. you aren't someone who likes to hide, but you do all the time. you don't like yourself nearly as much as you may present, one way or another. you think of yourself as a hollow castaway of someone's little matryoshka doll, or worse, something broken and thrown away. you want to believe that there's more to life, to you, than this broken frame of something you have long forgotten the name of... but what are you supposed to do, after all this time?

tagged: @lovlorne !! tagging: @experthiese, @fauxwife, @girlonamotorcycle, @eleutheriya

[colpograzia]

"throw it away. it's obviously cursed." / @eleutheriya

[fauxwife-deactivated20240721]

" h-hello .. i guess we'll be working together for this assignment , @colpograzia ! " determined , clenched fists come close to her body , reaching high in the air. a bright smile exists on gentle lips. " let's give it our best shot ! "

[colpograzia]

this so-called 'assignment' had just turned from a light pain-in-the-ass to a slightly more palpable one. god forbid fate added any more wildcards to the game. "pff. i'm gonna get beheaded if i allow my idiot-charge to get into trouble. y'sure are easygoing." ( a slight dramatization of his situation; but who's he to tell? ) "'far as i know the whole town wants these business negotiations to end in flames. bet they're readying their pitchforks as we speak." he lowers the leaflet in his hands for a moment to throw the unknown woman a calculating glance. the lack of obvious weaponry is either a sign of competence or of imprudence. you just never know. "—well; if you want my advice: steer clear of the cocktail bar. i saw the guy running it spit in each drink while he thought no one's looking."

[colpograzia]

⤷  currently involved in a battle against a neon pink claw machine ... and losing badly.

[jojoolion]

may i present to you the world's first lupin x jigen furby art.

[colpograzia]

looking at the lup3 rpc in the little specimen jar and shaking it rigorously and pspspsing

[colpograzia]

"i'm that obvious, huh?" orrr "oh look. one of your friends." ^_^

"c'mon pops," fingertips fiddle with a half-spent cigarette; he sets down the black violin case he'd been carrying with his other hand. in a way, it's a relief. this isn't the worst company he could've wound up with—above all because their greetings did not tend to come in form of a bullet to the head. "no one in their right mind would pass through this alley at such an hour." conclusion: the person following him could only be someone who wasn't. ( time to shed some of his paranoia. the gaze digging into his back had merely belonged to the old man ).

"but you're wasting your time." the cigarette returns to his mouth and he unzips the small instrument case, revealing a mahogany violin. no rifle to-be-assembled, no assorted guns, no hidden prize money. "'cause i'm innocent as a lamb. ... or were you hoping for a free performance?"

[mine-fujiko]

Halp! I used to have a Doujinshi, where Jigen is held captive by an all women organization. They tied him up on a cross (just like in that episode in part 4) and send videos of him to Lupin, who actually starts to panic because he has no idea of how to find Jigen’s whereabouts and he must watch the videos to hopefully get a clue. It must be from the early 2000s. I lost it in my latest change of house and I would like to find it again (am already keeping an eye on doujinshi sites) because I never managed to find out what the heck was going on in that story, being it in Japanese. Does anyone have a copy or remind it according to my description above? Thanks.

P.S. part 4 authors obviously read doujinshi and I bet they know that particular one I’m looking for 😏

[colpograzia]

this came to my mind instantly but if that's what you mean it's from the lupin Y series so it's more or less canon? :) (volume 4 if it's the thing you were looking for)

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION *  assorted dialogue from season 2 of the show, adjust as necessary

i told you i dropped them down the bathroom sink.

haven't you ever spilled a drink?

don't pin that on me.

my life's pretty routine.

when is this thing going to be done?

i remember the first time i saw you. you didn't have any clothes on.

i would've taken you home right then if i could have.

you can't make a deal if you keep your mouth shut.

oh, don't touch it. that's mine!

no one can predict more than a few seconds into the future.

where are we going with this?

i can't be everywhere, [name], and they've banned human cloning.

thanks for noticing. you're very observant.

you showered.

it's easier to get a master's degree than a parking spot on campus.

that would explain that smell.

what's the matter with you?

does that name mean anything?

so how's your new toy working out?

you just made yourself useful.

you never get a second chance to make a first impression.

i don't even know where to start with this one.

any of this sound familiar?

i'm going to forget you called me that.

you're too hard on yourself.

you wanna take a walk around the block? get some air?

i don't believe in rules that tell me how i should live.

how many crusades were fought in the name of god? how many people died because of someone's religion?

always thought you kept your porn in there.

that's not what i was thinking.

i take that as a compliment.

so how do you survive?

i'm that obvious, huh?

i just realized that you and i have a very healthy relationship.

the average american hotel room is covered with stains invisible to the naked eye.

you sound like you're making a commercial.

you've got to get out more.

oh look. one of your friends.

i've always wanted to go there. what was it like?

aren't you going to tell me anything?

how many dinners have we shared?

since when have you been interested in beauty?

what is victoria's secret, i wonder?

if you found a bomb in your car, would you close the hood?

i could have been a rock star.

have you ever been to a swingers party?

[colpograzia]

bricks break through crumbling plaster; relinquish a small gap for a dove to build its nest within, inches above the water surface. too close for comfort—functional for the moment. it'd be swept away with the next cloudburst and higher tides in pursuit. further above, reluctant rays of light announce the end of dusk all while designing cheap ( but enjoyable ) fractions of themselves in gothic window panels and endless rivers. even when enshrouded by overcast february skies, venice is still beautiful.

fingertips cling to the bent marlboro cigarette like a starving dog's maw to a bone. he's asked a stranger for a light and found his next target by virtue of tattooed fingers working an old-fashioned zippo. a stopover at the ponte de la cortesia has given him time to think—which is the last thing he wants to do yet the first thing that greets him alongside a brisk draft created by narrow alleyways. bad karma is inevitable for someone like him but there seems to be a particularly cruel punchline hidden in the joke of shooting someone who'd offered you casual benevolence moments prior.

smoke exits his throat. in the end, it's not his decision to make and the sole way of returning the favor is to take his sweet time with finishing this cigarette before taking to a nearby rooftop and perforating the man's head with a .308 bullet. a countdown up to the tipping paper. a quiet funeral requiem. ave maria.

[colpograzia]

❛ i don’t think you fully understand the situation you’re in. ❜

handcuffed and retained in a small, poorly lit room, on a shabby polymer chair opposite of another seat where a bunch of bulky men take turns asking pointless questions while clinging to their holier-than-thou attitude as if their hands are so much cleaner than his own. it's far from his first time ... and certainly not his last time. usually they were lenient enough with their good cop-bad cop play and eventually grant him a few concessions. this guy here must be of the unyielding sort ... or simply hate smokers.

"pff. can't a man ask for a smoke? not much i can tell you 'bout that dead man of yours while i got killer bees messin' around in my skull." a mixture of nicotine-withdrawal—and perhaps the rather ungentle punch he'd received to the head some hours ago. "probably was up to no good anyway though; with that kinda gun on him."

[maixiem]

lupin art dump!!!!!!!!

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[colpograzia]

❛ i’m gonna make you an offer. one time only. ❜

               "pff. like what. y'gonna get me a tobacco voucher for the store down the road? the granny working the counter there cusses out anyone who tries to bargain." not his first rodeo in an interrogation room—likely not his last one either. he's used to less imposing cops, though. ( and less thorough ones ). it's not like he shot a guy. he only shot AT a bunch of guys; after BEING shot at first. naturally, the culprit who wound up actually gunning down a person in-midst the whole mess was unlikely to volunteer as a cell occupant anytime soon.

              "and in case you're wondering, she rips the coupons up and makes you pay full price either way."

[peaterookie]

so you might be wondering where ive been these past 2 days

I was.... preoccupied with something.

[incorrect-loopgang]

Goemon: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Jigen: I'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.