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M I L O R I T T E R ❲ BROTHERHOOD BOSS ❳

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MILO RITTER attending 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐎.

Each public event Milo attends only makes his respect for the Brotherhood’s former leader grow even stronger. Izaak made networking seem so effortless. Since conversation doesn’t come quite so easily for Milo, you’ll probably find him hunkered down in a booth at the bar or people-watching in the lounge areas. 

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itsdaisytime·:

“You know that shit will kill you,” Daisy glances over as she stands at the bus stop waiting for the bus from Rikers to head back to public transport. She had a source at Rikers she needed to check in with. He didn’t want VIP status, no pomp and circumstance, only facts and that’s what Daisy would do. She’d meet him at his request the way he wanted so she could verify the story she was sure would earn her another Pulitzer. In fact, she’d already mentally picked which spot in her office the award would rest. 

The bus pulled up and the blonde took her first step onto the prison shuttle glancing over at him then over at others, leaving two spots next to each other. Perfect, she thought with a sigh. Gone were the expectations of having a spot for herself, and her bag. Scooting in by the window she allowed the stranger to take a seat beside her. “Visiting friends or family?” She asked nodding to the receding prison behind them. “I always find I want to drink more after visiting with family,” Daisy explained tugging out a flask and offering it to the person beside her.

No..she didn’t have a problem.

–

Were people still really using that line? “God willing,” Milo responds through a puff of smoke, side-eyeing the blonde. That’s all it takes for him to recognize her; he nearly has to stop himself from doing a double take. 

Of fucking course. Not just any journalist, but her. While Milo has never held a personal affinity for celebrity crushes, it was impossible to miss seeing Daisy’s face around the city. He knew enough about her reputation to know she could give him trouble.

“Something like that,” he responds, even though the question had warranted a more definitive answer. Milo takes a long puff of his cigarette before looking over at her again. “You got a lot of family in there?”

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abelrousseau·:

He smiles. Small, short, not by any means meeting the criteria of an actual smile. There’s no light there. One and the same, it would seem. Abe leans forward in his seat. “We go out, we protest, we scream from the rooftops for what we want. That’s where change starts. How far do you think that goes, if there aren’t people in politics that want to see and support that change?”

Insulted. That’s the word for how he feels about the disdain displayed. And yet, he’s still here. “I want in.”

–

Milo snorts in response. He can’t help himself. “Yeah, yeah. Sure. Because that’s how it always works out, right?” Venom bleeds into his typical monotone, most threatening in its subtlety; notoriously phlegmatic, any revelation of emotion—no matter how subtle—is painfully intentional. “Change stops in there. ‘No light’?” he smacks his teeth. “No shit. They never put windows in the goddamn blueprints.”

Milo sits back in his chair, inhaling a long breath through his nose as he mulls it over. Then, elbows back on the table, he meets Abe’s eyes again. “I don’t work with politicians outside the organization.” He pauses to let the severity of his words sink in. "No affiliates. If you want in, you have to be all in."

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OPEN STARTER !! LOCATION: idk exactly...  fresh off a visit from Riker’s island :))

The temperature in New York City is colder than it’s been in weeks, but it doesn’t deter Milo from enjoying the  “fresh”  air. He breaths in deep. Moments that allow for simplicity are ones he never takes for granted. Only during his time in the military did he begin to regularly appreciate the minuscule comforts to be found in the monotony of every day life, like looking up at an open sky. 

The events of the past few months have found Milo longing for the peace and quiet that he’s so accustomed to operating in. He's also picked up smoking again. 

Inhaling off the end of a cigarette, Milo allows himself to drift into the subtle buzz of menthol. The nagging reminder of exhaustion accompanies the feeling; he longs to close his eyes. Even just for a moment. But he doesn’t. 

Milo watches the ferry as it recedes into the distance, puffing off his cigarette with more vigor. “I need a fuckin’ drink.”

[budgetmilk]

› oj sets 3/?

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jjbaptiste​:

open to: all setting: nye @ hudson yards

All around, a depraved sort of chaos had taken place. Never mind Gentille Fille — this is worse and better all at the same time. Faces right off the tabloids or criminal files, or both, showing their true colors in one way or another.

“I ain’t never seen folks sin where everyone can see.” Quite the opposite, actually: Jacques’s business exists only for people’s need to hide the darkest parts of themselves. The devil’s typically in the details, but perhaps it’s in the drinks tonight. “Are old sins, forgotten with the new year?” It’s something to be pondered. “Will what, we do tonight, still matter tomorrow?”

–

A long glance sideways at JJ, eyes dull with just how unamused he is by the philosophical display. “What’d I tell you about sayin’ stupid shit like that.” 

Despite himself, Milo chuckles. JJ’s romanticism is perhaps their biggest discrepancy in communication. Their relationship is a complete anomaly.  Milo has no room for showmanship— though when it comes to JJ, he can’t help but fall victim to the spectacle sometimes. And so, he humors him, flashing a smile that makes it clear he’s doing so.

“Why?” He rests his elbows on the railing in front of him and looks out at the raging dance floor below. Milo hangs his head before peeking at JJ again. “You plannin’ on somethin’ bad tonight, boy?” 

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lolavillarin·:

—

“You should talk more,” she decides, and lets him know. At all would already be an improvement. “Say what’s on your mind. People aren’t fucking mind readers, you know. And no one wants to follow a guy who can’t use his voice — leaders convince others that they’re leaders through a really good speech.” Just in case, Lola thinks, he’d like to bring the costume to reality. “And people who stay silent are the perfect subjects to have others put words in their mouths.” 

Like everything else about her, it’s all offered through the pink colored haze of a kind female soul. One who means well, always. What, you waitin’ for a bus? Sigh, “And don’t be rude!” 

“I’m waiting on my boyfriend.” Not that Milo deserves to know. “He really blends in with the ghosts.”

–

Puzzled, shocked, impressed, annoyed, insulted. He can’t help but gape at the girl, all of the aforementioned emotions leaving him a bit stunned in their quick succession. Like a handful of bang snaps. He lifts his drink to his lips and scoffs, surveying Lola carefully over the top of the fogged glass. Is she a plant? A cop? Or just crazy? 

“Noted.” The one-word response comes with a cocked eyebrow and — for the first time — the barest hint of a smile, albeit a teasing one.

Milo swallows what’s left of his watered-down cocktail. Before he can even set the empty glass down, there’s a fresh drink placed in front of him. He waves the gift-bearer off without looking to see who it is  ( not in a  ‘drunk with power’  way,  but rather,   ‘for fuck’s sake, please stop waiting on me like im the king of fucking england’ ).

“Ah. ‘Course.” If he’s smart, he’ll run, Milo thinks of the boyfriend. Another quick scan of the crowd, this time with a new Mystery Waldo to spot. No approaching men in sight. Steeling himself, he shifts a newly curious gaze back to Lola. “What’s he do? Your boy.” He can’t imagine it’s anyone that’s exactly lethal, but given the surroundings, he can’t be too safe. 

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lolavillarin·:

—

“…Why not?” An honest question, that welcomes an honest answer. Her semblance is almost serious, reaching for an angle perhaps not many get to see. And if he does share, well — it’ll likely all be lost to the many shots she’d already taken that night. But all seriousness is gone, as she smiles — absorbing it as a compliment, nothing else — and says, “Thanks — it’s gotten me pretty far.” 

–

Her question takes him aback. Again Milo finds himself mirroring the stranger, bouncing off of her emotions in a way he’s unaccustomed to. He gives her a puzzled look, then genuinely thinks it over as he takes a sip of his drink. The real answer is dark, heavy, and far too deep for a passing interaction at a halloween party; ultimately, Milo shrugs and says, “Not a people-person.”

He’s not quite smiling, but he does snort at her retort. “I bet.” Elbows on the table, Milo goes back to drinking in silent observation. A few beats pass before he looks over to the still-present stranger with a raised brow. “What, you waitin’ for a bus?”

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abelrousseau·:

The questions is heavier than Milo would ever know, all for reasons deeply personal. A nod, slow at first to affirm. “I want to help.” The answer to all things, though Abe isn’t quite so sure how it would pan out anymore. Something about two trains moving at high speed, racing for a finish line that isn’t yet defined. “I don’t want to stop until I get to the White House,” but what a person wants can be a far cry from what they get. With a sip, he drinks to a hope and a dream. “You’re asking as if it’s a bad thing.”

–

This time, he scoffs aloud. I want to help. “And you think politics is the way to do that? Help who, man?” As he goes on, Milo can only shake his head. There’s a small smile on his face, like he’s just become aware that Abe’s been playing a joke on him this entire time.

“Tell me how I fit into this, man. I’m not gonna fuck around all night.”

[lightningcrashes]

DANIEL KALUUYA as OJ HAYWOOD in Nope (2022)

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lolavillarin​:

—

“Not now!” As if it changes anything. “You have a good vibe. And if I continue to think you have a good vibe, then yeah, you can roll by. Besides, I doubt you know everyone who goes to your parties. And if you do, then how the fuck do you meet new people?” Lola takes a gentle step back, and looks around at a place like this. It’s Halloween, for fuck’s sake. Every place is a place like this. Side-eyeing him, places a pom-pom clad hand on a skirted hip. “…For a crime boss, you’re kinda lame.” All that’s missing is a gum she can pop.

–

“A good vibe?” That’s a first. “I don’t meet new people. Not if I can help it.” 

Milo does a double take, but quickly remembers his crime boss costume. As soon as he spots the look on Lola’s face, his own expression morphs into one much the same, looking her up and down in the exact same manner— he can’t help it. “For such a little girl, you got a pretty big mouth.” 

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abelrousseau·:

There’s a little grin that creeps up, lasting mere seconds as Milo shuts down his considerations. Telling of disagreement, and he knows there is little time for him to find the path to rebuttal. “I suppose folks shouldn’t be treating me like I’m my job, then.” The point is right there between them, waiting to be called into question — but Abe remembers well the look in Milo’s eyes, when they’d met. It’d been the same as nearly everyone who recognizes him. District Attorney is the first thing anyone sees. “I do.” He takes a drink. “But it’s not enough. I can sit there and refuse to press charges, put people back out into the world, piss off the cops all I want — but it doesn’t much matter when those people’s lives can just be disrupted again and again over nothing.” Beat. “Got to change the laws that enable the disruption.”

–

The pointed look is received, shown only by a slight upward tilt of Milo’s chin. Normally, this sort of attitude would make Milo roll his eyes. This back-and-forth — the politics of it all. But now, he has to start thinking like a leader. 

“So you plan on staying in politics?” he quirks his brow, surprised. The Brotherhood had many famous names in their network that had aided in political schemes before, but at such a high position, the risk is worth heavy consideration— especially for the man across the table. 

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lolavillarin·:

—

“Oh my God.” Under a rock, it is. “No, she actually—” Wasn’t that relevant and died in the first few minutes of screentime. Not very final girl of her. But here, Lola holds back as she sees an opportunity: to introduce him herself to this great wide world of silly entertainment. “Me and my friends are gonna rewatch, actually, if you wanna roll by. I can text you the dress-code a couple days before.” There’s always, always a dress-code — and the assumption she’ll know which number to text. “Also, this place is creepy. I’m ditching, Tony.”

–

Something between judgement and bewilderment settles on his face as he looks the girl up and down. “You shouldn’t invite strangers to roll by.” The response is quick and matter-of-fact. Sparing another glance at the crowd, he adds, “’Specially at a place like this. Do you live under a rock?” Especially not a stranger like him. Milo raises an eyebrow. “Where ya goin’?”

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lolavillarin​:

—

“You’re welcome.” Lola smiles through his confusion, like a blank page buffering until he gets it. Somewhat. “I’m Chrissy! From Stranger Things.” Beat. “’Chrissy wake up?’ There’s no way you lived under a rock this whole year.” Longer, concerned beat. “…Did you?” 

–

“Oh, yeah, no—” he’s distracted, When was the last time he’d watched a TV show? A movie? Chrissy. Stranger Things. Wake Up. He looks down to meet expectant eyes, slightly shocked by the intensity of the stare coming from such a small person. “I saw the first season. The alien girl?”

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SOCIAL  MEDIA  PROMPTS .

send  📘  for  a  facebook  status  about  your  muse 

send  👻  for  a  snapchat  from  my  muse 

send  🐦  for  a  tweet  about  your  muse 

send  📸  for  an  instagram  post  about  your  muse

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send  🍷  for  a  drunk  text  from  my  muse

send  😳  for  an  embarrassing  text  from  my  muse

send  💋  for  a  flirty  text  from  my  muse

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Ludo  |  David  |  Milo  |  Valerie

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lolavillarin·:

—

“Huh?”

Lola snaps her attention around, breaking the fixation on the thing before her. Thing is the only real descriptor she can come up with now. 

“Yeah, it’s um— bad vibes Halloween. You know? Like more The Exorcist than Hocus Pocus.” At least, let their costumes not be omens; he goes out with guns blazing, and she’s the cheerleader who dies first. “I love your outfit.”

—

It’s as if the girl is speaking a foreign language. Milo’s eyes narrow slightly, shoulders stiffening. A few quick sips of the drink in his hand. For tonight, he’d prepared himself as much as was damn well possible for any and all interactions, knowing he’d inevitably have to speak up more than normal— but this...

“Thank you.” Milo looks down at the girl, confusion clearly plastered across his face despite his otherwise rigid demeanor. A few seconds until he realizes he should converse. “Cheerleader?” Perfect.

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OPEN STARTER LOCATION: macabre exhibition  ( either inside or outside !! )

Unlike most of those in attendance, Milo finds no fascination in the grisly gallery that the syndicate has curated for the night. Murder and violence may give him a certain release, but despite his natural affinity for both, he’s never particularly liked either. 

Tucked into a corner, drink in hand, he’s making his way through this party just as he does most: in silent observance. The added discomfort of conducting business in this environment has him even more stone-faced than usual. Feigning enjoyment — or at the very least, managing not to look hostile — is typically something he can manage, but tonight, he can’t be bothered.

“All this shit’s... a bit much, don’t ya think?”