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hello i was bored so i assembled an average outfit of angelo’s to work out how much money he is wearing at any one time and it made me literally insane <3
his stupid watch for reference is a cartier watch and it is: One Hundred And Sixty Eight Thousand Dollars
hello i have not done anything on this blog for a minute because i’ve been really deep writing extended Angelo lore <3 i love him so much there are no words
It took his mother a few more seconds to think, and selfishly he enjoyed those moments of silence with his head resting against her, because he could look at Ludo, who wasn’t resting against anyone, just hunched over and nibbling at his food. “Alright, alright,” she said eventually, and Angelo lurched straight up, dropping his excavated husk of crust with all the bread picked out of the middle. He was down at the bottom of the steps when he heard her call the words he’d long grown sick of hearing: “Michelangelo, take your brother with you.”
Angelo knew better than to complain about it, even though all he wanted to do was tip his head back and groan at the sky. He just threw a look over his shoulder, glaring, as Ludo slowly finished the rest of his food and meticulously brushed the crumbs off his shorts, and then got up. Angelo was far enough away that Ludo had to run to catch up with him, and once he did, as if deliberately trying to annoy him, he grabbed Angelo’s hand and demanded, “Slow down, Abbie.”
The nickname rankled. That’s what he’d called him as a toddler, when his little baby mouth couldn’t make the right shapes for any other part of his name, and so he’d approximated the sounds the only way he could. Even Angelo could admit that it had been sweet when he was small, but it didn’t make any sense that he still said it now. Just as bad as the nickname – one of the first words Ludo ever said, which his mother was ever so fond of telling people, as if it meant anything – was his fat, clammy hand, pinching stubbornly around Angelo’s.
Angelo wiggled his fingers in an attempt to loosen the grip, but of course Ludo just doubled down. “Let go,” Angelo snapped, shaking his arm violently, but when Ludo’s arm rattled too, he just giggled, like Angelo was playing a game with him.
like. i know i am flexing. i know this. but i havent had this much fun writing in SOOOOOOOOOOO long!!! i feel so ALIVE im having such FUN
hello i have not done anything on this blog for a minute because i’ve been really deep writing extended Angelo lore <3 i love him so much there are no words
some fun facts about angelo for your reading pleasure:
he was married for 4 years to a woman named victoria. neither of them even really liked each other that much, but they were both too stubborn to call divorce. they both slept around, and only slept with each other once or twice, but victoria ended up having a daughter, eulalia, while they were still together. angelo doesn’t know who the father is, so just assumes it isn’t him. he fucking hates kids and does not know what to do with eula whenever he’s around her. he calls her lalala. the one time he held her as a baby he almost dropped her.
he wears a frankly gauche amount of jewellery including like a male insta thot number of rings, but when he was married he wore his wedding ring on a chain around his neck
he wears those like...gucci loafers but with no socks because he’s a reprobate
hello i redid my theme and also my roster page so check them out. very sexy if i do say so myself
@dbaa asked ( meme ): “This is how people get killed, when their stories don’t fit.” from ANGELO
‘ i mean. maybe parts of it are a little square-peg. or triangle-peggy, because that’d still— ’ he makes brackets of his fingers and knocks his hands together once, one on top of the other, in his best approximation of a gesture that means ‘close?’. ‘ it’d go in a round hole, it’d just hurt goin’ in. like swallowing a chip before you chewed it. but it fits well enough overall. ’
ike waits a beat, then checks: ‘ are we talking about my story or your story? ’
Angelo lets him talk. Angelo lets him talk, and lets the silence stretch on for a minute after he’s done talking, and in that silence Angelo tries to filter back through his memories of the last few minutes to work out what the fuck he said that precipitated a response as baffling as this. His brows furrow and then lift. Whose story. What story. Why are pegs involved. What the hell is going on.
“I don’t know what we’re talkin’ about any more.” He has the distinct memory of potentially trying to be intimidating or something — but whatever mood he’d been grasping for there is long gone, now his face has been holding onto sheer bafflement for too long.
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Angelo hurries past and tries to skip the line. Nix blocks him with their arm. If he weren’t a Salucci, it would not have been an arm.
“You look like shit. You can’t go through my door.”
“What the hell’s that s’posed to mean?”
Angelo would like to say he doesn’t make a habit of coming here — to say the least, he hates most of the music they play because it’s not the kind of shit you can dance to, you just gotta sort of bounce in time — but lately he’s been making visits more often than not.
But what really hurts is being barred entry from a place he doesn’t even really want to be in. He recoils his head a little, the expression on his face somewhere between a grimace and his attempt at an imploring look. It’s not very imploring.
“I look like shit?” A hand lands on his chest, emphatically. “This is vintage Versace, little one, you callin’ Versace shit? Vintage Versace?”
There are grumbles down the line. Angelo ignores them.
new boy! new boy alert!
LUCA MARINELLI as Primo in Trust (2018)
copying james to explain mutations because i don’t wanna mess up my tiny bio page by adding more stuff :3
whitney · disappearing
whitney can ‘disappear’ things and people. she has very little control over her mutation, wasn’t even sure she had one for a long time, and doesn’t know what happens to the things that she disappears when they go. as a kid lots of her toys and possessions would go missing when she was upset or angry. she’s never disappeared a person before, but during a huge blow-up with her husband, involving their young daughter, whitney turned around to leave, and when she looked back, both TJ and shauna were gone. her favourite stuffed animal disappeared in the midst of a temper tantrum when she was little, and she found it in her mom’s flower patch almost a year later, so she has hope that the things she disappears aren’t just gone forever. she’s never tried to hone her mutation and doesn’t even really consider herself a mutant.
daniel · mindlink/dreamsharing
daniel can establish a mental link between himself and another person, allowing him to explore their thoughts and memories with them. it isn’t mindreading per se — it’s a very visual thing, and people’s minds often present themselves as landscapes that daniel and his patient can walk through. as far as he’s concerned, either way he needs consent from another person to do this, but when someone is asleep, their natural mental barriers are weaker and it’s easier for him to get in there, but harder to communicate with his patient. his mutation is extremely taxing on him so he doesn’t take on a lot of clients. not that literally anybody knows this, but he’s currently being sort of courted by the US military, who would just love to know if he’s able to straight-up erase memories, hypothetically speaking of course.
dougie · bodyswapping
dougie can swap bodies with one other person at one time. when he enters their body, the other person enters his. he knows very little about his mutation — he used to use it a lot as a kid, especially with his sister, but hasn’t used it once since joyce shipped out to vietnam, and honestly he isn’t even really sure if he can do it any more. he also isn’t sure whether the process of bodyswapping itself is what caused joyce’s body to stop ageing, or if it was only her death that caused that.
dougie doesn't often tell people he's actually a 72-year-old in the body of his dead sister, because he's afraid people will find it morally reprehensible. most of the time, if people have known him long enough to wonder why he doesn’t age, he just tells them his mutation is eternal youth. if you do know the complete truth, it’s because he trusts you.
gender is weird. it was weird before, but dougie didn’t have the right words to explain it even to himself back then. pronouns mean very little to him. he feels bad for trying to engage with modern concepts of genderfluidity and nonbinary gender identity, because he often wonders if he's only programmed himself to think this way because he's been living inside a female-coded body for 50 years.
borya · poison touch
a very standard Cool Edgy Mutation from b-dog! direct skin-to-skin contact causes a cyanide-like death response within a few minutes of the touch with no trace in an autopsy. over the years, he’s been able to experiment a little, and can transfer poison into his spit (ew) which works the same way — so for example, he could spit in a glass of water and poison someone that way. he also has a very fine level of control over his mutation, so for the most part he only poisons people when he means to, and can touch people just fine normally. he’s still quite paranoid all the same after some harrowing accidental deaths in his childhood, so he almost always wears gloves as a precaution.
GAME NIGHT (2018) SENTENCE STARTERS feel free to modify pronouns etc. as necessary! trigger warnings for alcohol and some blood/violence mentions.
“Who cares about winning? Let’s get drunk.”
“I need four shots of vodka and four shots of water.”
“Okay, this is getting embarrassing, so we need to focus.”
“Do not test me right now.”
“Stay outta my head.”
“Sorry, honey, I know how much that meant to you.”
“I’m not loving your semen.”
“You don’t have to write it down.”
“You did say even when you were a kid you would freak out if you lost at anything.”
“You’re not a therapist, right?”
“So what is it about your brother that makes you feel emasculated?”
“We’re right next to the room where I masturbated.”
“I don’t know if I mentioned it, but [name] and I are on a trial separation.”
“It doesn’t hurt to ask.”
“I’m just checking the mail. Some people check it earlier in the day, but there’s always a risk that the mail carrier hasn’t come yet. That spares me the chance of a futile trip to the mailbox.”
“I’ve always enjoyed the camaraderie of good friends competing in games of chance and skill.”
“Three bags of Tostitos Scoops, I notice. Three for one? How can that be profitable for Frito-Lay?”
“You two enjoy each other.”
“It’s often we don’t appreciate what we have until it’s gone.”
“You don’t think we’re being dicks, do you?”
“We don’t owe him anything, right? Fuck him!”
“Why are you coming in through the window?”
“I’m not dressed for this nonsense.”
“It’s like Night of the Living Dead in here.”
“Is it on the right or the left? I don’t wanna go in the wrong room.”
“How many photos of you with the dog filter do you need?”
“‘Dennis’ isn’t a word.”
“Do you know what rich people are doing on their game nights these days? Fight clubs. I just read about them. They pay poor people to fight each other and then they bet on the winner.”
“If you can have anything you want in this world, you have to raise the stakes or life gets boring.”
“You gotta stop reading BuzzFeed every second of the damn day.”
“He was the first to invest in Panera Bread. The Fuji Apple Salad was his idea.”
“Hey, you smell good. What is that? Is that Selsun Blue? Head and Shoulders?”
“I love your house. It makes me think of simpler times.”
“There’s a whole room of people to help you out here.”
“It’s a very cool house but it’s just me there alone.”
“That little motherfucker.”
“Why are you suddenly so worked up about this?”
“I was going to invite you over for a dinner I’m hosting. I’ve purchased four lamb shanks that I’ve been simmering in a broth of red wine and rosemary.”
“I was being theatrical.”
“You’re not gonna know what’s real and what’s fake.”
“That’s a really aggressive way to carry a knife.”
“Never have I ever connected my work computer to the projector in the conference room when it was open on a WebMD page for chlamydia symptoms.”
“Just for the record, I did not have chlamydia. It was pubic dermatitis. You get it from not washing your crotch.”
“I know you’re method and all, but you can’t just come in here and break the door.”
“Make sure you get a piece of this cheese.”
“There’s something about this that just doesn’t feel right.”
“He’s a regular Daniel Day-Lewis.”
“Don’t turn this around on me. Do not do that. Don’t you Johnnie Cochran me!”
“Do you get the feeling that this is some game where somehow he’s gonna humiliate me?”
“You know, I can feel my sperm already coming back to life.”
“Hand me those matches, I’m about to burn this door down.”
“Let’s give him a test, okay? Let’s order a couple of drinks that only a real bartender would know how to make.”
“We’re never gonna be able to do stuff like this if we have kids.”
“Jesus Christ, honey, where did you get a gun?”
“Any of you fucking pricks move and I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of you!”
“Oh, you know what’s bullshit is your bald, ugly face.”
“Alright, I’m sorry I called you bald, you little bitch!”
“Let the gun do the talking.”
“This dumbass thought he can keep us locked in here. But guess what? You can’t lock us in here!”
“I’m so glad I invited you tonight. I usually bring these girls I wanna sleep with and they just suck. You’re like a breath of fresh air.”
“I usually go out with men I find interesting and non-stupid, so this is a bit new for me.”
“Whoa, are we cool? Did I say something wrong?”
“I just came from a six-hour murder mystery where I played the corpse.”
“I quit Disney Cruises for this bullshit.”
“I’m not okay! I have a throbbing headache!”
“Oh my God! I shot you!”
“I’ve lied to you and the family about what I do.”
“He’s got his fingers in all these pies. Illegal pies. You know, the kind of pies that have heroin in them, and guns, and sex slaves. You know, all that kind of stuff.”
“If you call the cops, I’ll be dead before I get to jail.”
“I’m sorry I dragged you into this. I’m sorry for a lot of things.”
“So we go to a mob doctor, right? What about a veterinarian that works for the mob?”
“You’re gonna have to take the bullet out.”
“You think I want you to take the bullet out? I’ve seen you try to cut a chicken.”
“I shot [name] but he’s fine.”
“I got a bunch of stuff. Pocket knife, tweezers, sewing kit, gauze. They didn’t have rubbing alcohol and they don’t sell hard liquor, so I got you this loverly Chard.”
“This is instructions on how to remove a bullet. It’s an alt-right militia website, so I’m just gonna ignore the racist stuff.”
“I can’t believe he’s been lying this whole time. He’s even cooler than I thought.”
“I will admit I have eagerly awaited a visit such as this.”
“Help yourself to popped corn with sea salt.”
“If I go home now and then I read in the newspaper tomorrow that you died I’ll feel like shit that I left, so I’m gonna stick around.”
“Rich people are fucked up.”
“It was just this crazy thing that happened and in a weird way it made me realise that the only person I ever wanna be with is you.”
“You’ve always been a better person than me.”
“I even managed to fuck that up.”
“Can’t say I care for that nomenclature.”
“One of us has to be the asshole in this transaction.”
“You don’t have to do this. I can just poop it out.”
“Hold still while I cut your stomach open.”
“You’re not Liam Neeson.”
“I can’t get the drop on anyone tonight.”
“Think about all the dum-dums that have kids, right? And think about how much better our kid is gonna be than their kids. It’s gonna beat their kids at everything.”
“Our baby is gonna crush every other baby. And not in that peak-too-early, kid-actor kind of way.”
FIGHT CLUB (1999) SENTENCE STARTERS feel free to modify pronouns etc. as necessary! content warning for violence, illness, death.
“People always ask me if I know [Name].”
“This is it. Ground zero.”
“Do you have a speech for the occasion?”
“With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.”
“That old thing, how you always hurt the one you love? Well, it works both ways.”
“I know this because [Name] knows this.”
“Think of everything we’ve accomplished.”
“No, wait. Back up. Let me start earlier.”
“Everything’s a copy of a copy of a copy.”
“When deep space exploration ramps up, it’ll be the corporations that name everything. The IBM Stellar Sphere. The Microsoft Galaxy. Planet Starbucks.”
“What kind of dining set defines me as a person?”
“No, you can’t die of insomnia.”
“I nod off, I wake up in strange places. I have no idea how I got there.”
“You need to lighten up.”
“You need healthy, natural sleep. Chew some valerian root and get more exercise.”
“Hey, come on. I’m in pain.”
“Babies don’t sleep this well.”
“Imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light. It moves over your body, healing you.”
“[Name], you liar, you big tourist, I need this, now get out!”
“When you have insomnia, you’re never really asleep, and you’re never really awake.”
“I’m still here but I don’t know for how long.”
“I’ve got some good news. I no longer have any fear of death.”
“[Name]. The scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if you could stop tonguing it, but you can’t.”
“You’re not dying. In the Tibetan-philosophy, Sylvia-Plath sense of the word, I know we’re all dying.”
“When people think you’re dying, they listen to you, instead of waiting for their turn to speak.”
“Look, you don’t want to get into this. It becomes an addiction.”
“Let’s not make a big thing out of it.”
“This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.”
“If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?”
“On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.”
“You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.”
“Did you know if you mix gasoline and frozen orange juice, you can make napalm?”
“I suppose these things happening.”
“How embarrassing. A house full of condiments and no food.”
“When you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that’s it. That’s the last sofa I’ll need. Whatever happens, the sofa problem is handled.”
“I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let’s evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.”
“The things you own end up owning you.”
“Three pitchers of beer and you still can’t ask.”
“You called me because you needed a place to stay.”
“I want you to hit me as hard as you can.”
“Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did.”
“Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch.”
“I don’t wanna die without any scars.”
“Come on, hit me, before I lose my nerve.”
“You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick.”
“Self-improvement is masturbation.”
“Even the Mona Lisa’s falling apart.”
“What are you doing here? This is my house.”
“If I fall asleep, I’m done for. You’re gonna have to keep me up all night.”
“Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.”
“Without pain or sacrifice, we would have nothing.”
“I’m going to my cave to find my power animal.”
“You’re feeling premature enlightenment. It’s the greatest moment of your life and you’re off somewhere else.”
“Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?”
“You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.”
“Fuck damnation, fuck redemption. We are God’s unwanted children.”
“You have to know, not fear, know that some day, you’re gonna die.”
“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”
“I’d be very, very careful who you talk to about that.”
“[Name]’s words coming out of my mouth. And I used to be such a nice guy.”
“Tragically, they’re dead. I’m alive and in poverty.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are, you crazy little shit?”
“What do you wish you’d done before you died?”
“Hitting bottom isn’t a weekend retreat.”
“We’ve just had a lear-life experience.”
“I’m living in a state of perpetual deja vu.”
“Everywhere I go, I feel like I’ve already been there.”
“You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You’re sensitive, then you turn into an asshole.”
“We simply do not have time for this crap.”
“This needs a tremendous act of faith on your part, but hear me out.”
“I don’t wanna hear anything you have to say.”
“There are things about you I like. You’re smart, funny, you’re spectacular in bed. But you’re intolerable. You have very serious emotional problems. Deep-seated problems for which you should seek professional help.”
“If I keep this, it’s asshole tax.”
“You’re the worst thing that ever happened to me.”
“The first person that comes out of this door gets a lead salad, understand?”
“I will bring us through this. As always, I will carry you kicking and screaming, and in the end you will thank me.”
“I’m grateful to you, for everything that you’ve done for me, but this is too much. I don’t want this.”
“You met me at a very strange time in my life.”
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