THE UPRISING *

،، no one is all 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 ┄┄─ or all 𝖇𝖆𝖉 * . . .

[doomedfist]

[ # DOOMEDFIST ]   ──   Fandomless  portrayal  of  the  original  character  Lucca  Ávila  Padilla  ,  a  thief  specialist  in  lock  picking  and  escape  (driver)  .  Set  in  his  own  universe  ,  based  on  modern  urban  times,  but  can  be  adapted  to  other  verses  such  as  comics  and  mythical  (supernatural  creatures)  .  Personal  blogs  and  under  21  years  old  DNI  .  This  is  a  roleplay  blog (dash only)  conducted  by  Leah  (she/her,  25)  .  Est.  05th  April  2023  ;  Updated  2024  .

[ read rules and biography on the carrd before interacting ]

₀₀₁.(CARRD) ₀₀₂.(LORE) ₀₀₃.(HEADCANONS)

Associated with :

Approaching  the  themes  :  social  class  differences  ,  child  of  two  worlds  who  doesn't  belong  to  either  ,  pursuit  of  identity  ,  found  family  ,  reckless  behavior  as  a  coping  mechanism  ,  trust  issues  ,  corruption  &  grey  character  .

Mature  themes  :  cr*minal  activities  ,  sex*al  content  ,  viole*ce  ,  illegal  races  ,  legal  drugs  .

psd credits goes to zer0psds

[doomedfist]

As some of you probably have noticed by now, i'm on HIATUS until further notice. I lost muse for Lucca and my multi (rip the non-existent fandom), but I made a B.atman if you want to keep in touch (@urbanoath).

I literally just made the blog, so it's empty, but I'll work on it this week.

[doomedfist]

As some of you probably have noticed by now, i'm on HIATUS until further notice. I lost muse for Lucca and my multi (rip the non-existent fandom), but I made a B.atman if you want to keep in touch (@urbanoath).

I literally just made the blog, so it's empty, but I'll work on it this week.

[nguyetvan-archived]

@doomedfist sent a meme: "what if I'm not meant to do this?"

To ask the man ‘and what if you are?’ seemed to be the easiest response to his skeptical reaction: to counter a hypothetical negative with a hypothetical positive, to provoke him to tackle the uncertain nature of living, and to tell him he would never know if he never tried. Many would benefit from this straightforward and confrontational approach, the woman was sure, for it hit the nail on the head for the people who lived life on the edge with an experimental attitude. However, she too was aware of how short-lived its effectiveness would be for those like her - the rational (perhaps overly so) who thrived out of concrete logic, as well as out of having a careful evaluation of the pros and the cons. She could never be fully convinced to do anything of significance by the proposal of ungrounded scenarios such as this, as it lacked a solid line of reasoning, and why should she risk her comfort for something that would likely not be in her favor? For those like her, to fail to plan was the same thing as to plan to fail.

So instead, she hummed quietly in understanding.

“I don’t think I’m meant to do this either.” Sitting on the boxing ring’s corner stool with her black gloves on the floor, Louise shared a steady gaze with the man standing before her, as her wrapped hand gestured metaphorically at the empty space between them in the dimly-light enclosed area. That moment marked the end of a sparring session - it had mostly been a light and technical one, prompted for only the sake of maintaining a conversation. Nevertheless, it also marked the beginning of a decision. “Me, a frail five-foot-four woman, sparring against you, a muscular man who may as well be six feet tall. I doubt my coach will approve.”

“Many will say that I’m not meant for all of this in the first place.” A faint but amused huff then escaped her. It was aimed at both others and herself - at the thought of caring about what others viewed her as, and at the thought of her having some kind of innate talent for this aggressive form of martial arts. One could suggest she was naturally good at the more gentle Asian martial arts, and she might believe them. This, however? “And they are probably right. I’m far from being made for this.”

“But I think what we choose to do and why we do it matter more. Our choices are what made us.”

[doomedfist]

LESSONS  HIDDEN  IN  LIFE  ARE  OFTEN  OVERLOOKED,  repeating  themselves  'till  one  detects  the  vicious  pattern.  The  ones  that  write  their  sentence  in  crimson  are  easier  to  be  seen,  capturing  the  attention  with  unmistakable  violence,  shattering  the  trust  in  a  single  touch.  Its  shards  cut  deep,  leaving  scars  as  a  reminder  of  the  cost  of  ignorance.  Rejection's  bruise  rots  his  mind,  clouding  thoughts  from  the  prospect  of  belonging  without  following  someone's  perfect  footsteps  but  paving  his  own  path  instead.  The  woman  in  front  of  him  remarks  every  journey  has  hollows,  and  their  imperfections  don't  change  the  destination  of  the  end.

❛  i  didn't  expect  you  to  have  a  way  with  words  ❜  a  small  curve  appears  on  the  corner  of  his  mouth,  surprised  by  Louise's  hidden  talent.  Clarity  offered  a  perspective  he  thought  forgotten;  only  through  fire  steel  become  a  sword,  his  failures  didn't  mean  defeat  but  proved  his  capacity  to  rise  after  a  fall.  Sitting  down,  bandaged  hands  commenced  the  task  of  unwrapping,  sighing  with  the  conclusion  of  his  thoughts  ❛  i  needed  to  hear  that.  i  think  .  .  .  i  never  felt  like  i  fitted  in  the  image  of  'rich  boy'  that  my  mother's  family  wanted  me  to  be,  and  that  made  me  desperate  to  fit  in  somewhere.  ❜

At  last,  eyes  meet  hers,  attempting  to  find  a  resemblance  in  their  stories.  ❛   with  the  disaster  of  this  last  heist,  all  that  came  back.  like  I'm  swimming  against  the  current.  have  you  ever  felt  like  that?  ❜

[vitalphenomena]

@doomedfist

IT'S THE MORNING AFTER: A SLEEPY, BLISSFUL AFFAIR. They are, of course, at Luca's place. Juniper isn't brave enough to introduce Harris to her new lover, and Luca, she thinks, isn't stupid enough to tell his coworker Harris that Luca is fucking Harris's sister.

Juniper presses soft kisses to Luca's shoulder.

"You know, I don't work today." Hence her willingness to sleep over; she just wanted to remind him. "We could just lay like this forever."

She's being such a cheesy cliche, but the beauty of it is that she doesn't really notice. So I'll let Juni have her little lovebird moment.

[doomedfist]

PEACE  AMONG  SULLIED  ROUTINE,  a  moment  for  him  to  forget  the  transgression  of  their  act  in  the  arms  of  a  lover.  The  forbidden  had  an  endearing  allure  that  nurtured  bodies  with  a  defying  core.  Looking  at  the  angelic  figure  next  to  him,  Lucca's  persuaded  that  it's  worth  the  threat.

❛  hmm  .  .  .  i  love  that  idea  ❜  utterance  becomes  rusky  by  the  morning  as  lips  descend  to  capture  hers,  snaking  one  arm  around  her  waist  to  pull  her  into  his  embrace,  yet  a  sudden  move  on  his  back  prompts  him  back  to  reality.  A  grin  breaches  their  kiss,  elongating  into  a  chuckle  as  a  feline  protest  echoes  in  the  bed.  ❛  and  that's  luna  reminding  me  she  doesn't  like  to  wait  for  breakfast  ❜  he  gently  turns  around  to  pick  up  the  grey  cat,  returning  to  Juniper's  side  with  a  pair  of  curious  eyes  nestled  on  his  arm.  ❛  since  I'll  have  to  get  up,  what  do  you  want  for  breakfast?  ❜

[godstrayed]

　She hardly lived up to her reputation. These days were spent with more time on her hands than she knew what to do with it. She had money so she had freedom and yet, she kept thinking about the next job. There was no real coming back from everything, Tokyo figured; her choices had cemented her place in this world. Always on the run, never able to fully immerse herself in the cities around her, and destined to leave everyone and everything behind. "A friend gave me your number. He said you might be looking for work. The pay would be worth it." / @doomedfist

[doomedfist]

WHAT  LAY  BEYOND  A  GOAL?  Success  washed  the  sins  of  his  godmother,  baptized  in  green,  yet  condemned  Lucca's  path  to  stray  from  hers.  Crimson  hands  couldn't  risk  tarnishing  the  rebuild  of  her  empire  with  blasphemies  that  Carmen  didn't  commit.  Then,  he  parted  to  seek  a  new  life  in  his  old,  probing  the  trail  left  by  his  father,  questioning  his  decision  to  follow  a  ghost  that  may  haunt  him.  Another  peril  calls,  and  its  voice  is  soft  despite  the  implications it carries.

There's  a  static  sigh  before  he  answers.  ❛  hola  to  you  too.  i  don't  think  we  should  be  talking  .  .  .  ❜  pausing,  gaze  surveys  the  surroundings,  checking  for  any  peering  eyes  when  he  continues.  ❛  and  who  else  is  involved  in  this  job?  ❜

[doomedfist]

this song is so Lucca i can't even start to explain...

[graveyawns]

IT'S CONCERNING THAT NOT ONLY DOES THE STARWAKE SYSTEM HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE INFERNAL INFINITY, though, also having strangers so close to their personal space. Father Lucas and Warlock are out to buy food for dinner. Micah has been focusing on xyr art until xe senses something near from xyr Awareness and follows it, soon finding a stranger who fell to the surface by Father Lucas' home. Xyr heart quickens, mind spinning with wonder if he's a roamer or affiliated with a group that wants xem dead.  Nevertheless, Micah reaches xyr hand to him so xe can help him stand. Wariness builds from Phoebus, but Micah only focuses on the man, offering him a warm smile in reassurance. ❛   it's okay. you seem like you've lost your way around here    ❜ a statement given rather than a question.

Micah analyzes the other's appearance that may hold any injuries from the fall, but now, he seems only fazed. Xe can let him go from here, but in the end ─ ❛    that's quite of a fall you had. you can stay here for a bit until your head is better enough to continue your business. it's dangerous to travel late with a potential head injury ❜ Micah isn't taking any objections from either the stranger or xyr disagreed starmates, but part of xem is becoming dangerously curious about him. Maybe xe'll get to learn something about him that can tell xem if he has any intentions with xem. Micah beckons the man to follow, mindful of any sudden movements from him. ❛    you can rest at the living room. do you want any refreshments or snacks? ❜ Indeed, Micah is well aware xe's pulling a deadly card, but xyr curiosity never know when to be silent.

[doomedfist]

UNEXPECTED  STRANGER  meets  him  with  gentleness  instead  of  suspicion,  yet  the  facade  in  which  the  other  abides  patiently.  A  play  both  had  roles  to  play,  rounding  each  other  until  all  predatory  fangs  were  assessed.  ❛ not  really,  but  i  have  to  say  falling  into  your  property  was  not  in  the  plans ❜  using  the  reached  hand  as  leverage,  body  is  hoisted  to  stand  once  more,  eyes  scrunching  in  exertion  during  the  process.  Palms  sweep  off  the  stray  strands  of  verdant  grass  lost  in  his  hoodie,  eyes  navigating  through  the  fabric  concentrated  on  formulating  a  plausible  story.

The  suggestion  raises  his  gaze,  mouth  opens  to  protest  despite  the  other  already  motioning  for  him  to  enter.  ❛ no,  no,  no  pasa  nada.  it's  very  kind  of  you,  but  i  don't  mean  to  disturb  you  more ❜  To  present  a  certain  resistance  fitted  to  the  image  he  intended  to  paint,  ceding  only  after  the  second  insistence.  ❛ bueno,  if  you  insist.  i  could  use  some  minutes  to  see  if  this  ache  goes  away  before  i  have  to  go  again.  i  don't  want  to  meet  my  future  father-in-law  like  this ❜  lips  don't  stretch  much,  unveiling  a  small  curve  masking  the  lie  they  recite.

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: A person is a whole person when they are good sometimes but not always, and loved by someone regardless. ]

[doomedfist]

@solarisgod asked: hello? do you need help ? / from Micah !!!

SOMETIMES  SKILLS  CAN'T  DEFY  FATE,  all  alarms  deactivated  couldn't  denounce  their  presence  in  the  mansion,  yet  a  forgotten  jacket  prompted  the  return  of  its  dwellers.  Intimidation  the  last  resource,  stealth  is  preferred,  avoiding  his  presence  to  be  associated  with  the  location  of  a  crime.  On  the  other  side  of  the  wall,  the  neighbor's  house  would  be  a  convenient  shelter  from  the  situation,  yet  the  room  lightning  up  before  he  could  set  foot  on  the  floor  displays  his  presence  has  been  noted.  Thoughts  running  a  mile  per  hour,  oblivious  facade  slips  in,  masking  a  controlled  descent  with  an  accidental  fall.  Back  is  on  the  ground  when  Lucca  hears  the  question,  backpack  still  on  as  he  contortions  to  lay  on  one  side  of  his  body,  brow  creased  with  a  low  grunt.  ❛    ow  yes,  please.  sorry  for  scaring  you    ❜

from ↪ 𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑂𝑅𝑌 ⅋ 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 . (still accepting)

[doomedfist]

plotted starter with @thieved

AMONG  THE  RACES  &  FELONIES,  HAPPINESS  HAD  HER  NAME.  All  the  past  sins  of  his  parents  haunted  his  present,  tarnishing  his  name  in  the  two  extremes  of  society,  so  he  decided  to  make  one  of  his  own.  Neither  the  splendor  of  his  mother  nor  the  street  influence  of  his  father,  an  individual  in  between,  part  of  both  without  incarnating  any.  But  to  Olympia,  it  only  mattered  who  he  chose  to  be.

Seeking  for  refreshment  in  a  park  after  a  coffee,  the  comfort  in  serenity  did  not  interrupt  mind  from  assessing  the  surroundings  for  precious  goods.  A  hobby  he  shares  with  her.  Hands  interwined,  thumb  taps  her  skin  to  draw  her  attention  as  head  tilts  to  approach  her  ear.  ❛  the  bracelet  of  the  woman  wearing  a  green  dress,  i  think  it'd  look  better  on  you  ❜  the  upward  pull  of  his  lips  denounces  the  true  meaning  of  his  words,  a  challenge  to  entertain  them  and  surface  their  real  core.  ❛  what  you  think?  ❜

[treerie]

“so, uh,” ramona clears her throat, swinging her loose hair back to keep it away from her face. in her hand, she cradles a copy of rebecca by daphne du maurier, opened to the halfway point, while she indulges herself with the story. she sits by the curb of a parking lot, drowned by the night & the lights of the neon signs hanging above the club nearby. she’s seen plenty of her peers from school attending these places, she’s never really attended any herself — not by herself, at least. & honestly? she doesn’t have a lot of friends in these parts to begin with, & it makes her feel a tad lonely sometimes. thankfully it seems bruce (@artmadc ) is here to keep her company, though she is unsure if he would rather be elsewhere. “this is going to sound so weird but i have to know — do you read? like do you enjoy reading as a pastime? i’m so morbidly curious!” a grin spreads across her face & she laughs. “that’s not a dig at your intelligence, i just want to know.”

♡

[doomedfist]

DUTY  DISGUISED,  the  dwindling  music  of  the  club  behind  firm  steps  abides  the  remnants  of  his  heritage,  a  facade  for  money  laundering.  The  idea  belonged  to  Carmen,  a  legal  business  that  would  free  her  from  the  shackles  of  the  entrepreneurs  who  had  used  her  over  the  years  to  conceal  their  crimes.  All  of  them  thought  to  be  above  her,  yet  their  hands  were  filthier  than  hers.  Essential  to  their  operations,  her  downfall  meant  theirs  if  she  decided  to,  yet  a  trail  of  gunpowder  could  eliminate  their  connections.

The  rope  always  breaks  on  the  weakest  side.  His  godmother  kept  her  silence,  and  Lucca  her  business  while  she  was  imprisoned.  The  idea  of  fun  didn't  match  the  concept,  but  Ramona  alleviated  the  burden.  Laugh  erupts  with  elevated  brows  as  a  first  reaction  to  her  question,  eyes  looking  for  the  book  title  from  where  he  stands.  ❛ totally  not  a  dig  at  my  intelligence.  try  to  say  that  without  laughing  and  maybe,  just  maybe,  i  will  consider  believing  you ❜  sitting  next  to  her,  tips  of  fingers  touch  hers  briefly  to  tilt  the  cover  at  him,  quickly  returning  to  rest  on  his  thigh.   ❛ i  don't  read  much  now  with  the  club  and  all,  but  i  like  comics  and  the  dark  tower  book  series. ❜  Gazing  forward,  tongue  wet  lips  before  quoting with a raspy voice  ❛    i  do  not  kill  with  my  gun;  he  who  kills  with  his  gun  has  forgotten  the  face  of  his  father.  i  kill  with  my  heart.    ❜

[wedgeantill]

Julio Peña as Roi Berlín (2023)

[doomedfist]

WHAT IS YOUR COSMOS PERSONA ?

NEBULA (LUCCA)

NEBULA: Cloud of gas and dust in space, remnant materials from dying stars and birthplace of new stars.

ROCKET (MUN)

ROCKET: Vehicle that moves by expelling gases produced by burning fuel. It is used for space travel, satellite launches, and other purposes.

tagged by: @solarisgod tagging: @c1tyhaunts @thieved

[doomedfist]

maybe i just wanna be yours i wanna be yours, i wanna be yours

LUCCA & AVIAN EDIT ( @c1tyhaunts ) ── ( not so ) hidden feelings

[ohisms]

↪ 𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑂𝑅𝑌 ⅋ 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 . ( a collection of sentence starters from season one of syfy's the magicians . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt will be updated as time goes on . )

it's always something with you , isn't it ? it's always an emergency .

look , this is your responsibility .

wow , nice trick . i'm sure you're a hit at parties .

so ... you think you're ready .

i called you . all weekend . where were you ?

okay , we have got to pull you together .

you can't run away hard enough , can you ?

i know where you were all weekend .

life is raw , everybody medicates .

i love you . call me , okay ?

am i hallucinating ?

come on , or you'll miss it .

can i start over ? please .

i'm going to make sure you don't remember a thing .

playing with time is such difficult magic .

don't bother trying to compare yourself .

it's good to be aware the world is blatantly unfair .

it's my fault that they said that .

if you think my family is some sort of advantage , you've been misinformed .

maybe i wouldn't let myself forget .

that was before i knew there was something else .

it's really okay if this is not your thing .

you're hurting yourself , & you're not okay .

i just needed to see if i was right .

we've been watching you for quite a while now .

hello ? do you need help ?

you feel right because you're starting towards your destiny .

for some reason , you're involved . so be involved .

look , hold that thought , okay ?

i'm obviously coming with you .

there's no such thing as safe magic .

what is this place exactly , besides a health hazard ?

you ask a lot of questions .

jesus , you didn't tell me you were dangerous .

it's a little bit bigger than messing up .

there's a bad story every few years around here .

can you just help me live with myself ?

i'm gonna tell you something deep & dark & personal now .

i'm trying to tell you , you are not alone here .

i don't know . i wanna be your friend , i guess .

you should hate me right now .

the last thing i wanted to do growing up was read fantasy .

let's just say life wasn't exactly non-stop fun growing up .

if you're guilty , i'm guilty .

come do something stupid with me before you go .

okay , you know what ? i'm not interested in your personal issues .

this isn't just some lark to me , just so you know .

i mean seriously , what do they expect , you know ?

look , you can't run away from you .

there's nothing i can do in this moment to stop the comet from crashing into the earth , is there ?

i keep trying to tell myself that this is somehow better .

you don't see color & want to go back to black & white .

you can't help , & i can't help you .

what the hell was that , you maniac ?

why would you ever trust anyone ?

i'm willing to teach the right people what i know . & i know a lot .

you're lucky i can fix this .

hey , have you heard of karma ? sometimes it's instant .

i'm generous with you , considering .

get me everything on this list . this week .

why even ask , if you'll just forget it again ?

that's not a real answer .

you're a much better liar than i expected you to be .

do you think you have a destiny ?

there is no destiny . no born heroes .

you can either step up to it or not , that's up to you .

this is your problem , that you should solve !

[vitalphenomena]

"Oh, gosh," Juniper laughs, self-conscience and self-effacing. "You don't want to hear me sing." But she'd love for him to sing in front of her—to reveal more of himself before a moment of completely traditional, vulnerable intimacy.

"Something happy...do you like Harry Styles?" She cringes. How incredibly fangirlish of her to ask.

[doomedfist]

A  low  chuckle  echoes  with  hers,  gaze  fluttering  in  her  direction  ❛    but  the  idea  is  not  to  sing  well,  it's  just  to  have  fun!  ❜  a  tool  to  reach  another  goal;  to  approach  them  through  a  joyful  activity,  associate  their  presence  with  excitement  until  it  can  become  quiet  comfort.

❛    uh  ...  i  don't  know  many  songs  of  him  now,  but  i  do  know  'what  makes  you  beautiful'  ❜