wolverine was such an incredible choice for a main character in a comic book franchise bc like. heās practically indestructible. heās got metal bones and claws and regenerative cells so u donāt have to worry about him getting killed off. heās not that funny or talkative or friendly rather he is a gruff bastard who says as little as necessary. he has super agility/strength and a healing factor but his #1 superpower is actually his anger hurling towards u at fifty miles per hour. he likes to smoke and drink and swear but is a big softie woftie with terminal bleeding heart syndrome under 100 layers of āfuck offā. even if logan wasnāt a main focus in a film, he always had a cameo (usually him fucking shit up by slicing and dicing). he didnāt fit the standard mold for main protagonist but the xmcu still said āyah. him <3ā & Iām thankful for deadpool n wolverine for giving that back to us
He's not that talkative OUT LOUD but he jabbers on and on and on in his head. He's worse than Deadpool for inner monologue. I'm not reading all of that, big man. How about we save some panel space for the artist?
No one knows what Yang really thinks, heās a difficult book to readā heck even you find it hard from time to time. But when it comes to the opposite, Yang can easily reads you like an open book.
He might not be in touch with his own emotions but he surely does notice when yours changes, the way youād sigh even more than usual when youāre in his presence, the way you wouldnāt look up at him as much with those beautiful doll eyes when he speaks to you or how your cheeks remain untainted by red when he teases you as per usual. Yang wouldnāt speak on it at first but his brow sure does raise when it continues throughout the day until he becomes irritated at the abnormalities, āSpeakā¦ what is it thatās bothering you?ā His golden eyes may appear as cold when he forces you to gaze up at him, gripping at your chin tightly but you know the strange emotions that linger despite those few dangerous seconds of silence in between. āItās n-nothing, Iām fine. Really.ā You can see the way his eyes narrow, grip tighten at your chin before he simply dismisses everyone with a simple ā āLeave. All of you.ā Lan and Fei merely wish you good luck before leaving, followed by the others.
Yang almost immediately ushers you onto his lap when he finally has you alone, a usually rough and harsh hand rests gently at your waist as he pulls you closer. It is uncharacteristic of him to possess such gentle touch as if heās touching a China Doll, itās frightening and that alone makes you shiver. Despite knowing how easy it would be for Yang to end your life right there and then, you couldnāt help but to melt into his touch. Eyes becoming more glossy as yours met his shimmering golden ones, āNow, tell me. Whatās bothering you? I wonāt ask again. Unless you want me to force it out of you.ā Those tears didnāt fall because of his harsh words or the wicked grin across his lips but rather of comfort, after all, it isnāt often that Yang care for you like this. It didnāt take long before those sniffles became soft cries as he dry your tears with the pad of his thumb, āIf you ever show this face to anyone elseā¦ Iāll kill you.ā
Seeking comfort from a man like him is almost bittersweet, having to guess whether it is an empty threat or a literal threat when words come spilling from his lips. But Yang knows better, though his interest in keeping you on your toes even during moments like this remainsā he knows you need him. āLet it outā¦ Iāll just have to hold you accountable for dirtying me later.ā
FANDOM. piofiore no banshou
INCLUDES. dante, gil, nicola, orlok, yang + secret route
GENRE. mild angst
WARNINGS. spoilers for piofiore secret route, personal interp of characters, mentions of disease and cancer
NOTES. first piece of writing on the internet and it's not proofread lol. criticism and feedback welcome. reader is gn.
MINORS DNI.
DANTE FALZONE
he resigns himself to immutable culpability, unable to be eroded by the shifting sands of time. his thoughts are consumed by all his missteps, how he should've proceeded when reconciling his feelings for you. dante assumes full responsibility for his inaction, though he's unwilling to explore the nuance of your feelings for someone elseā was it truly a matter of words unsaid or was he never a contender altogether? this must be fate, and he believes in its permanence. just as you can never love him, he will never love again. he did this to himself, and so, he must accept the consequences. dante walks a tightrope of detachment... or so he would like to believe. in actuality, the only rope between the two of you is the one you've unknowingly fashioned into a marionette string. he's a helpless puppet, still manipulated by you. while dante denies his interest in you, he's still swayed by each and every of your decisions, miraculously and devotedly showing up whenever you need him. dedicated to you even as you pledge yourself to another. it's sinful for a man of god to idolize another, yet dante worships you as he always has, words of dissent empty.
the scant hours of sleep that he's allotted are spent committing you to memory. he's fearful of your commitment to another, how it could cause a rift between you and him, and that you will be fated to the hollow existence of a memory. dante tosses beneath sheets, each woven fabric burdening his mind, the stitching scratching at him as if the ask the grating question: were his tracks covered?
it was dante's personal mission to ensure that there was no confusion about his feelings towards you, that he had never once thought of the union of the two of you. he would politely soak up whatever information you cared to share about the object of your affection, only to wring it out with despair in private, oscillating between a never ending cycle of why isn't that me? and it's my fault it ended up this way. the only place things are as they once were are in his dreams, but his reality was far too soul crushing to inspire any fantasies.
GILBERT REDFORD
there's no honor in suffering in silence. he resists allowing this development to spiral the three of you into melodrama, refusing to sensationalize his descent into despondency. instead, gil embodies a chivalrous mindsent, asserting that this is certainly a matter of the best man winning. he's not a man to adopt a fatalistic approach to the relationship between the two of you. rather, gil demonstrates his attributes fairly, broadcasts his affections valiantly. never once does he make it about the person you're interested, as all gil's efforts are reserved to build the two of you up rather than tear down whomever has captured your heart. there is somewhat of a high to indulge in during this battle, though gil would resent to have it reduced to some game. he takes the two of you seriously, and if in the end he cannot measure to your standards, gil loses with grace. that's not to say it wouldn't tear him up, but your happiness takes precedent. what kind of man would he be otherwise?
"i'll tell you every chance you give me," gil purred. his lithe fingers encircled your wrist as you turned from him, and he exacted the perfect amount of grace in twirling you back into his chest. your eyesight became an onslaught of pinstripes, mind eased by that warm carmalized scent. "there's nothing i want more than you." slowly, gil's hands found their way to your waist, and when they found no resistence, they continued to traverse. "how shall i prove it today?" it was then that his fingers kneaded the back of your thighs, sinking in and hoisting you into his arms. with your legs secure around his midsection, a cheeky grin blossomed across gil's face. "like i said, i'll tell you how much i want for you at every turn... but what does it really mean if i don't back it up with actions?"
NICOLA FRANCESCA
his yearning for you is suspended in the frozen lake in the cavernous final depth of hell. never would nicola francesca betray such a sentiment before your very eyes. of course, he's liable to tease you when you begin to stray too far outside his reach. nicola has watched you fawn over another for quite some time, and as the days become weeks and the weeks become months, he percolates over the thought of pulling the rug out from beneath the object of your affection. the musing drips through the cracks of his better judgement like some form of torture, and he ultimately capitulates to the need to actualize his attachment to you in the form of sinking his fangs into the one that caught your eye. whatever deeper feelings nicola allows to remain unsaid between the two of you, he allows himself to take out on others, all the while causing whiplash to you. it's an intense game of hot and cold until he intimidates your darling into abandoning whatever was coming to fruition between you. with the satisfaction of your liberation set before him, nicola finally raises his glass to toast his feast: you.
"where's that little bird you used to hang around you?" his voice remained even, unassuming as the two of you fell into simultaneous step. with practiced fluidity, nicola eased the bag you were carrying to his own arms, playing up the angle of nobility he was perceived to harbor. "that's a shame." nicola whistled upon hearing that things were left unresolved between you and them. just for a moment, he allowed his veneer to evanesce and the ghost of malice manifested on his face in the shape of a smile. nicola had made short work of your darling, subtly bullying them into giving you the cold shoulder. never would he so flagrantly threaten the life of an innocent party, but he would not take responsibility for their fears coming to such a conclusion. "what do you say to a cafe au lait to make up for it? it'll be my treat." nicola sank into the shared routine you two shared. he had felt a progressive sense of urgency to rid the obstacle between the two of you, though now that it was eliminated, why not resume that teasing speed until his resolve was finally broken?
ORLOK
he's hyperaware of you, yet lacks the literacy to read your feelings on that person you're always eyeing. orlok just knows it's different. he knows that he's not reflected in your eyes in such a tender manner. what begins with a hunch actualizes before his very eyes. much like dante, orlok is met with the proclamation of your love; however, it's not for him. he's not equipped to process this unrelenting sensation of loss, as he had failed to discern the bleeding gradations of his feelings for you. it stunts his ability to articulate his confusion, and orlok's days are tainted by apprehension. never once does his presence waver, but he finds himself second guessing what it means to do all these things for you when you defer to someone else first now. you rely on him less. is this him fading into irrelevancy? in desperation, orlok seeks the guidance of gil. clarity. that's all he needs. even if it meant his worst fears were unraveling before him.
he observes your hand clasped into another's, mulling over gil's words. it was an unintentional bout of a day late and a dollar short, which he was told implies that there is a lack of time and care put into something. apparently it was no fault of his own, mostly whatever knowledge he lacked. the corner of orlok's lips twitched in latent frustration. he was beginning to feel less of your equal and far more inferior as he obsessed over gil's words. this was inadequacy. and now you knew. you also understood orlok as inadequate. he was too young, too unsocialized, too unaware. the insecurity festered within him like some disease to which he was helpless in finding a cure for. whatever experience orlok required, he only desired to acquired from your active tutelage. instead, he would have to assume the rather passive teachings of gil, gradually learning to sort out the deeper feelings he had for you. orlok was willing to see this through, from a spark to a blaze and, if it so happened, to a snuffed flame. even if it weighed heavy on the two of you, orlok couldn't withstand the unknown. when the two of you were alone, he childishly questioned you: "what do you see me as? a younger brother?" fearing that he would never be a man in your eyes.
YANG
you were just as temporary as all things in life. nothing other than a fleeting pleasure, an ephemeral euphoria. while he mostly regards you with his usual disinterest, there are seemingly random, unprompted outbursts of his chagrin for being left in the dust. yang was possessive. to him, every union was a flag of fealty swaying in the wind, and he expected you to yield to his calling, declaring loyalties when he demanded them. now there were no longer any rendezvous to speak of between the two of you, and he was beginning to resent that perhaps it wasn't you that was a temporary fixture in his life but rather himself a temporary fixture in yours. what complex feelings for someone who wanted to entertain none of it. the thought of you was beginning to metastasize like a cancer. he blames you when he's angry, he disregards you when he can rely on someone else to fill the void in the shape of desire. he knows the mere sight of him lingering around you will scare away your new toy, and so he seeks to spoil all your fun.
"watch them run with their tail between legs." tendrils of smoke unfurled behind your head, distorting the retreating back of your darling. a haze of yang's smoke clouded your vision, though it was whisked away by him emerging into your direct line of sight. "what feeble provocation..." yang drawled, jaw tightening. "you're going to have a lot of making up to do for all this running around you've been doing." yang's hand grasped at the back of your neck, roughly canting your head so you could both make uninhibited eye contact. "it's rather annoying when my possessions grow legs that run with their thoughts. you're not just anyone, you're mine." his face was fearsome, twisted cruelly, before it conjured up images of bloodlust. "don't mistake this for some petty competition... i'll thoroughly dispose of anyone that thinks it is."
SECRET ROUTE
he's much older, and often the adage is with age comes wisdom... though the latter half and often unfinished sentiment is that "sometimes age comes alone." was he a wise man... henri wasn't quite sure anymore. wise men didn't foolishly concoct banal, asinine fantasies that hinged on the flighty young things, ones with brighter futures that expanded far outside his scope of possibility. henri was a man wasted, a man with one purpose, and he usually knew better than to let himself get so distracted. he went weeks without popping back into your life, and he was beginning to question if this lunacy was layered. henri was punishing himself to getting enamored, and he was punishing himself for noticing that in the lapse between being in your life that you had found stability elsewhere. he was tormented by thisā whatever this was. henri finds himself keeping tabs on your darling, and he makes his disdain known when he digs up the rather unsavory parts of their life. while he agonizes over dedicating himself to you, he disapproves of whatever you have without so much as offering any solutions. henri is passively driving a wedge between you and them, inciting fear in your mind in hopes that you will decide the choice he's implying is the right one: him.
"you have to make the choice," henri urges. his voice is that usual melancholy drone despite his words phrased as a plea. never mind that he often thought ill of his fascination with you, and never mind that that one virtuous part of him couldn't demand that you picked him. he was contradicting himself at every turn, driven to his wit's end, and yet, you were there at every bend in his meandering thoughts. "i..." henri sighed, running his hand through your hair. he wasn't sure what to say. he'd given you all the details. he just hoped you made the right choice in the end in spite of himself. "it's all about what you want." the way he phrased it was like you wanted something bad, though henri wasn't sure if he was the bad thing or your darling was, even as he campaigned against them.
Fei gave a worried glance to Lan, upon seeing the two adults before them staring eachother down.
"Uh..." Lan tried to speak, seeing the two not making a single move to carry the conversation forward. But he was quickly silenced by the oppressive air that hung by thin strings.
"......."
"............"
You furrowed your brows slightly, pushing the small box towards Yang. You were not standing down!
Yang's eyes focused on you, those beautiful golden hues narrowed and pinning you in place. You really couldn't tell what was going on in his head.
"Well uh... we're gonna go now!" Fei cried, grabbing Lan before running off quite suddenly. Both you and Yang made no motion to speak nor move.
"........"
Yang pursed his lips slightly, before slowly reaching out and taking the box from you with a single hand.
"I-It's chocolate. I-If you don't like it, then I can make you something else." You said, struggling to maintain eye contact.
Yang remained silent, his eyes peering into yours until suddenly he shut them, clicking his tongue before turning on his heel and heading down the corridor- but not without you in tow.
Yang brought the two of you to the dining room, setting the box down on the table before swiftly pulling you infront of him and sitting you down on a chair.
You couldn't help but let out a soft sound of surprise at this motion, as he leaned forward to pin you in the chair.
He continued to remain wordless, and you felt small under his piercing gaze. That was until suddenly the corners of his mouth rose into a smug, small smile.
"So you really do intend on spoiling me today."
Your brows furrowed again.
"Of course...!"
The redhead let out a slight chuckle; leaning in further to set a kiss upon your lips for a moment before pulling away completely and moving to sit in the chair he usually sits in. The box containing the cake you had made for him sat before you on the table.
āThe reason youāre alive and well is because of me. Such insolenceā¦Ā Swords, women, gambling, business. I was the one who taught you everything.ā
Piofiore no Banshou -Episodio 1926- New Character Info Translation
Name: Yuan
Age: 40
Blood Type: B
Height: 178cm
CV: Tsuda Kenjirou
A leader of the Liu Huang Hui (6 Phoenix Club). The parent organization of the Lao Shu. He holds the 4th position among the 6 ranking executives. A man who could be considered as a father to Yang. Although Yang has been aiming for his life since back in their home country, he doesnāt seem to care much.
~To Yang~
That thing is a beast. A lump of dirt in the form of a human being, but does not contain a human soul. It looks like me, but is not like me. After loosening his chain a bit, it seems he has forgotten who the owner is. Haha, no matterā¦ Iāll remind him soon enough.
Yes, that one character that probably has the West riled up because how horrible of a person he is. If you played his route, youād know. I just finished his best end and will go for his good and bad ends at a later time.
This route just gave me the Qianqiu vibes all this time. Yang is like Yan Wushi in Qianqiu. Theyāre both just outright bad people who do some bad things to the protagonistā¦ and who get feelings for the āinnocent (but not weak)ā protagonist, Lili in Piofiore and Shen Qiao in Qianqiu. Somehow, they fall for each other, and you just donāt know how, seeing as theyāre literal polar opposites, but it somehow works.
Wellā¦ one should obviously not expect Yangās route to be like Nicola when it comes to romance. I wonāt deny the presence of it in Yangās route, but you wonāt ever hear an āI love youā from Yang. Only in dreams, haha. In fact, his way of professing his love, he says Lili ādistracts him from his boredomā and that if she leaves him before he lets her go (if there does happen to come a day), then heāll ākillā her.
I would describe their dynamic as āfinding a middle groundā. While Yang becomes more human in his own way because of Lili, she becomes more ācrazyā in her own way because of Yang. That, and Yang has a genuine and an apparently for-once a long term interest in Lili, and Lili has a desire to try to understand Yang, even though they had lived worlds apart.
That said, I liked the humor in Yangās route. I just thought it was more funny and I laughed more than Nicolaās route. When I say āhumorā though, I usually mean the really dark humor. Yangās sly humor, so to speak! There are some more light-hearted moments, but given this focuses on Yangā¦ itās not a lot, haha.
So, I would like to argueā¦
Yang is not a psychopath.
Colloquially speaking, yes, since heās crazy, but psychologically, he doesnāt seem that way to me. I think a āsociopathā would fit Yang better.
Psychopaths tend to put up new personas that fit the situation. Yang justā¦ doesnāt care? He never really changes. Lili notices this too, as she shares with Dante:
Lili: āā¦ He doesnāt have two faces.ā
For another, I think he does have feelings for Lili. We can especially see that through a couple of places in the story. There are definitely not many, and theyāre rather subtle:
ć»Lan and Fei
The twins! Arenāt they so cute? I love the scenes with them so much. They basically act as Liliās bodyguard and even though Feiās pretty opposed to it at first, he warms up a lot to Lili throughout the story to the point he enjoys guarding her.
Anyway, Lan and Fei are probably the most major non-LI side characters in Yangās route. They knew Yang for a long time, so theyāre the ones who constantly reveal that Yang has treated Lili differently than any other woman heās had, and he has kept her longer than any other woman too.
You can say they are the āobservant third partyā who can pick up on more things than Yang and Lili themselves (lol).
ć»āLiliā
As you know, Lili is Lilianaās nickname. At some point, he just truncates that āanaā part and started calling her Lili.
I noticed in his route in general, it seemed like as the route went on, he started using her name more in general. At first, he used āLilianaā, but then it changed to āLiliā and stayed that way. This is very likely a subconscious gesture on Yangās part (as love is too), knowing him, but itās still thereā¦
By the way, Iād suggest to use āLilianaā and āLiliā for the name of the heroine here. If you do, the love interests will say āLilianaā and āLiliā. Yangās route particularlyā¦ whenever he says her name, my heart goes ćććć!
ć»āāā
Yang is just a street name. At first, he said he forgotten his real name, but I would have bet money that he didnāt really forget it. He just didnāt want to tell Lili at the time she realized Yang wasnāt his real name.
Turns out he actually did remember his real name. It seems like Lili was the first person he ever revealed this to. Aside from briefly hinting that heās led a rough life up till now, his background is shrouded in mystery. So, when he does reveal his real name, thatās already a pretty big āopening upā moment for him.
Soā¦ all in all, I really like Yang! There were some rough moments and disturbing scenes in there, sure, but when it comes to overall enjoyment, I really like it. His route definitely is not a typical āotomeā romance, but he was like a breath of fresh air. Iām definitely in the āHeās a bad person (he even admits this himself, along with Lili), but why canāt I hate him?ā boat, haha.Ā
Ugggghhhhhh, this is HARD. I usually donāt consider villains actual villains but society rarely agrees with me! Iām also a fickle bitch and my interests change every few minutes!
1) The Phantom of the Opera (I mean, HEāS NOT but I know heās supposed to be, but NUH UH)
2) Montparnasse in Les Miserable (novel) I adore a murderous dandy
3) Tim Curry as Mr. Body in Clue
4) Beetlejuice (I MEANā¦)
5) flavor of the week villain: beautiful murder gremlin Xue Yang from The Untamed/MDZSĀ
2) Maleficent in the 1959 movie and the new series with Angelina Jolie. Iconic.
3) Dolores Umbridge in Harry Potter. I hate that character so damn much but Iāve heard the actress is a sweetheart. So, phenomenal actor. God, she incites such visceral hatred in my blood.
4) Alan Rickman in Robin Hood. The spoon line always steals my soul. Such animated acting and reaction. You just want to see him smote!
5) Amy Dunne in Gone Girl.
I believe good villains are those that almost make you root for them or cause a visceral reaction. So I think I have a good selection!
@findinghiddenisles I must say this is the HARDEST tag game you ever tagged me!!! I could have a top 5 villains for at least 5 different categories, but here we go.
1) Cruella DeVil - both animation and live action versions, but Glenn Close was the one who taught me to love villains.
2) Any villain Alan Rickman played. Yes, Iām cheating, but I donāt care.
3) Scar, from the Lion King
4) Winifred Sanderson, fom Hocus Pocus
5) Darth Vader, cause heās too iconic to be left aside of this.
And Iām gonna tag @lost-toreador-in-laā @blood-and-lycheeā and @i-pennaā
Thanks for the tag @helenedenothing - Hmmm, villains.
1. The Phantom of the Opera - Erik - although I really donāt consider him a villain (as anyone who has read my phics will know).
2. Hannibal Lecter was the next to come to mind. Iāve always had a thing for Anthony Hopkins - probably the only actor who could make Hannibal sexy.
3. Darth Vader - Itās the voice. James Earl Jones and then the understanding later of why he became what he was. A very complex character - possibly the most of all the Star Wars characters. I have to note, Iāve only seen the first three.
4. The Frankenstein monsterĀ āAdamā - was he really a villain? The scene with the little girl by the lake broke my heart for both of them. Boris Karloff was an amazing actor in all the old horror films. He created a realĀ āpersonā with the monster.
5. Lon Chaney, Jr. as the Wolf Man. Once again a good man who was caught up in the sorry fate of being bitten by a werewolf. Another actor in early monster films I had a crush on. Loved his Dracula.
6. Vincent Price in just about anything. Thatās 6, but he would have taken up all the other five.
Love your fanfiction for Yang/Lili!!! So immensely fun and engaging! I noticed you mentioned a fan artist on twitter. Could you make a recommendation of twitter accounts to follow for Yang/Lili art?
Hello! I decided to make a big post of various Yang (from Piofiore Fated Memories) content and creators, so that it's all in one place for your leisure (and mine.) Since the Piofiore fandom isn't very big, let's spread some love ā„
Yang Masterlist:
YouTube:
(a playlist collection of extra game content or VA events voicing the character)
I don't wanna see Venom and Eddie make out and fuck in Venom 3, just so I can watch Venom porn. I wanna see Venom and Eddie make out and fuck in Venom 3 so that the homophobic dudebros in denial will be traumatised and the media gets angry. And because I wanna see behind the scenes footage of oscar nominated actor Tom Hardy making out with a green screen tennis ball!
[turn on the audio please] Jihoon wasnāt paying attention so Seungcheol asked him āWoozi-ya, was it okay?ā (referring to the DJās question) BUT! BUT! HE SAID IT IN SUCH DEEP-ASS BREATHY VOICE AND ITāS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS!!! š„š¤Ŗ
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