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Luigi Largo of REPO! the Genetic Opera. *Established in the year 2019 in January* OC friendly. Crossover friendly. AU friendly. Canon Divergence welcomed. Please read the rules as this blog is 18+. Penned by WIGI.

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accommodate // 2.9.2019 

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William Shakespeare

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he continues to stare in flames. of course he’s been drinking. nursing his issues and internalizing his suffering, at least for the most part. how could someone so rich, who never really wanted for anything he didn’t have, be so empty??? because the one thing he DID want, he couldn’t ask for. but what was that? was it love or was it help? it’d be too much to ask for both.

he HEARS her, but her words fall on deaf ears. he can hear that her warning against speaking truths and feelings, but it’s only dumb shit because they’re too chicken shit to own up to their truths. they can’t breathe the truth into this toxic air for it would never survive the journey from their lips. rotti wasn’t there for luigi, and luigi had never been there for those who came after, out of spite. it was an endless cycle that he had never even tried to stop. “ the rest of the world grovels and fears, why should we be any different? we AREN’T special. ”  

the three of them have all been ignoring the obvious and hurting everyone around them to avoid noticing how much injury they’ve actually been caused. there’s a thin veil over his eyes that amber promptly lifts, doing him a service even if it is hard to think of it that way. the emotional weight that comes with revelation comes crashing down on him. he groans: ashamed, wounded, afraid to agree. he presses his forehead to the chilled glass in his hand, sighing before taking a sip, letting the burn ease him back into his place of comfortably numb.

luigi wonders if when their father dies he’ll feel half as empty as all three of them. he knows they could never bite the hand that feeds them. he’s not his father, none of them are, and they all still shrink under such a man. what could they ever hope to achieve without papa holding their hands, training those hands to carry out his will. misery loves company and rotti spreads it; virus disguised as CURE.

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         H  A  T  E            is  just  another  word                 for  someone  you                       L  O  V  E

                                                       but  no  longer                                          B E L I E V E  in

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bonviagge‌:

@sharpnsleek​ !  x

      “ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐀-𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃, 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ? You’re one to talk! Everything that comes out of your mouth is ‘fuck you, shut up, get me a-this, get me a-that.’ Read a dictionary, fuck a gentern. The Pavi has no time for your blue-balled bitching. ” You would think Pavi would have learned to shut it and listen 1000 throttlings ago, but still he remained as stubborn and mouthy as ever. Quick to push every button with smug fingers at the slightest provocation. Maybe it would be different if father had ever cared to stop the eternal competition pulled taught between brothers, but they both new Papa only fanned the flames.

His love was conditional, and the arena he pitched each of his children into to get it may as well of been the thunderdome.

Again, Pavi sneered. “ Or, “ He rested his elbows on the kitchen island, orange juice carton still in hand. “ admit you love love loove your baby brother. I won’t mind your bitching so much then, ‘Wigi. Maybe I’ll-a even help you get laid! ”

luigi growls audibly and fierce, glowering at his little brother. “ you want me to use my words? OOO-KAY. you have failed to realize how much of a burden and enormous pain you’ve been ever since you were born. i hate that we're related. we're nothing alike. i haven’t the faintest clue why Pop ever wanted more kids. amber’s avails to no more than a life draining leech. and you...YOU. ”  he snatches pavi by the throat and raises his fist, cocking his arm back before he pauses and turns his attention to the orange juice carton.

“ are...are you drinking outta the goddamn carton? you back-washing sonofabitch! tch-- at least CARMELLA is daddy’s little girl, but you aren’t. you’re a face stealing predator that thieves the faces GeneCo gives to paying customers. there’s nothing pretty or graceful about it. and if my words aren’t poetic enough for you can go fuck yourself, BROTHER. you only get laid because girls are afraid you'll cut off their face. ” he shoves him back, deciding better than to strike him with his hands considering he’s attempted to strike at him with his words. he doesn’t allow himself to indulge the fleeting thought that steams through his mind.     ( ‘you’d be lonely without this. him. an ancient and eternal war waged between brothers that you’d struggle to breathe without.’ )

what’s worse is that pavi offers help, even if it is in mocked fun. his brother ought to know he would never accept help and would die before he asked for help. their father had raised him to believe that a real man doesn’t rely on the help of others. a real man is a self-made man that builds himself up and needs no one. he was there when his pop had sworn to love marni and he was there when his pop had ordered that poison be placed in nathan’s lab. poison for marni. nothing matters but a man’s pride and his status, but in the end nothing can last.

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Bowie knife produced by W&S Butcher Sheffield, 19th century.

from Cowan’s Auctions

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he’s directly outside the door to the lab watching the surveillance feed on his tablet. cameras had automatically switched to backup generator power as the silent alarm was tripped, an alert sent to luigi. an upgrade he’d seen added for an elaborate system he didn’t think they’d actually put to use. thoughts cycle through his brain and the one that continues to make its rounds ‘is this late night prowler really fucking organ shopping in a GeneCo lab?’. ballsy. admirable. a MISTAKE. 

how dare he steal from you? he because surely no woman could risk falling or being cast into an endless gorge of misery and pain until inevitable death. a chance to be caught and taken to luigi or pavi; neither fate worse than the other. he because his silhouette paints firm masculine shoulders with soft shadows bleeding against a darker canvas where the dim lighting of a closed lab cannot illuminate. he because what you really want is a challenge and another murder under your belt wouldn’t change that divine hunger for blood inside you. you are born in a world where organs, surgery, zydrate, and repossessions were all deemed necessity. you are a largo, a god amongst peasants, all living in a city built on top of the dead.

HE because nothing unnerves you like a MAN who dares steal from a GOD.

did he choose the particular spot? near to an exit, in the darkness between dim lamp heads that hang overhead every hundred feet, and with his back to anyone that might come through the entrance that leads deeper into the facility. he begins to wonder if this has any way of correlating to the corpses the repo!men have been finding without their toy surprise inside. whether the eldest largo believes in coincidence or not, his favored bowie knife is drawn from its sheath with purpose.

he passes through the doors and hopes that the intruder is not a skiddish creature. he’d come alone just in case. in his subconscious mind luigi had prayed for an altercation when he’d seen the security notification. he had been in the middle of a breakthrough that was going to revolutionize organ harvesting. it was to be the so-called surgery that GeneCo would have to undergo to survive. but now his mind is burdened with rage and homicidal tendencies. no, he can’t possibly go back to his work tonight.  “ you know you shouldn’t have come here, paisano. now i’m LEGALLY at liberty to repossess those organs by any means. the repo treatment, as it were. ”

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❝ You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit. ❞ BONVIAGGE !

he’s infuriated; at the end of his short leash. crazed blue hues are just barely hidden beneath the dark shadows cast from his furrowed brow. younger brother they said. younger brother: burden, fool, freak–  you said. nose wrinkles in disgust, a practiced look from their father. jaw pulls taut and leaves him as nothing but sharp, jagged edges for anyone to cut themselves on.  

“ fuuuck! do you ever shut the fuck up, pavi? i can’t fucking take it. you’re like one of pop’s old records that skips, but he still won’t throw the goddamn thing out. still plays it, broken and fucked up as it is. ”  the reason he will always be fond of his little paviche is due to nothing other than the wonderful sounds he makes when luigi’s got his hand squeezed tight around his throat.

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hey you. yeah you. heart this for a starter.

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"The Picture of Dorian Gray" sentence starters

❝ There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. ❞

❝ The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. ❞

❝ We shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly. ❞

❝ I have grown to love secrecy. ❞

❝ Your cynicism is simply a pose. ❞

❝ You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages. ❞

❝ Conscience and cowardice are really the same things. ❞

❝ I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. ❞

❝ A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. ❞

❝ Is that very vain of me? I think it is rather vain. ❞

❝ None of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves. ❞

❝ I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world. ❞

❝ There is nothing that art cannot express. ❞

❝ The harmony of soul and body—how much that is! We in our madness have separated the two, and have invented a realism that is vulgar, an ideality that is void. ❞

❝ My heart shall never be put under their microscope. ❞

❝ It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue. ❞

❝ I feel that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.” ❞

❝ In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. ❞

❝ Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies. ❞

❝ People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. ❞

❝ Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. ❞

❝ Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. ❞

❝ The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. ❞

❝ Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ❞

❝ You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know. ❞

❝ Wherever you go, you charm the world. Will it always be so? ❞

❝ Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. ❞

❝ Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to. ❞

❝ You like your art better than your friends. ❞

❝ I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. ❞

❝ Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything. ❞

❝ Credit is the capital of a younger son, and one lives charmingly upon it. ❞

❝ Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. ❞

❝ The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. ❞

❝ I can sympathize with everything except suffering. ❞

❝ Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world’s original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different. ❞

❝ Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes. ❞

❝ You are quite delightful and dreadfully demoralizing. ❞

❝ I am always late on principle, the principle being that punctuality is the thief of time. ❞

❝ I adore it, but I am afraid of it. It makes me too romantic. ❞

❝ Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing. ❞

❝ Passion is the privilege of people who have nothing to do. ❞

❝ If I ever did a crime, I would come and confess it to you. You would understand me. ❞

❝ When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. ❞

❝ There is always something infinitely mean about other people’s tragedies. ❞

❝ I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. ❞

❝ People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. It is what I call the depth of generosity. ❞

❝ The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. ❞

❝ It often happens that when we think we were experimenting on others we are really experimenting on ourselves. ❞

❝ Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. ❞

❝ To be in love is to surpass one’s self. ❞

❝ Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window. ❞

❝ Our proverbs want rewriting. They were made in winter, and it is summer now; springtime for me, I think, a very dance of blossoms in blue skies. ❞

❝ I shudder at the thought of being free. ❞

❝ I know you would never harm anyone I love, would you? ❞

❝ Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives. ❞

❝ Of course, it is sudden—all really delightful things are. ❞

❝ The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. ❞

❝ Unselfish people are colourless. They lack individuality. ❞

❝ You are much better than you pretend to be. ❞

❝ I cannot understand how anyone can wish to shame the thing he loves. ❞

❝ When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy. ❞

❝ The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich. ❞

❝ Being adored is a nuisance. ❞

❝ You are dreadful! I don’t know why I like you so much. ❞

❝ You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit. ❞

❝ Love is a more wonderful thing than art. ❞

❝ There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating—people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing. ❞

❝ The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming. ❞

❝ I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real. ❞

❝ You taught me what reality really is. ❞

❝ You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. ❞

❝ I have grown sick of shadows. ❞

❝ You don’t know what you were to me, once. ❞

❝ You have spoiled the romance of my life. ❞

❝ Without your art, you are nothing. ❞

❝ There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love. ❞

❝ There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. ❞

❝ I can’t bear the idea of my soul being hideous. ❞

❝ You cut life to pieces with your epigrams. ❞

❝ Things like that make a man fashionable in Paris. But in London people are so prejudiced. ❞

❝ One should never make one’s début with a scandal. One should reserve that to give an interest to one’s old age. ❞

❝ How extraordinarily dramatic life is! ❞

❝ I don’t think I am heartless. Do you? ❞

❝ The moment she touched actual life, she marred it, and it marred her. ❞

❝ Life has everything in store for you, ❞

❝ We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful. ❞

❝ If one doesn’t talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things. ❞

❝ You must not tell me about things. What is done is done. What is past is past. ❞

❝ I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them. ❞

❝ You talk as if you had no heart, no pity in you. ❞

❝ if I told you, you might like me less than you do, and you would certainly laugh at me. I could not bear your doing either of those two things. ❞

❝ Your friendship is dearer to me than any fame or reputation. ❞

❝ You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. ❞

❝ Whatever I have done that is good, I owe to you. ❞

❝ There is something fatal about a portrait. It has a life of its own. ❞

❝ Perhaps one should never put one’s worship into words. ❞

❝ There seems to be something tragic in a friendship so colored by romance. ❞

❝ It has a corruption of its own, worse than the corruption of death itself—something that would breed horrors and yet would never die. ❞

❝ The past can always be annihilated. ❞

❝ How exquisite life had once been! How gorgeous in its pomp and decoration! Even to read of the luxury of the dead was wonderful. ❞

❝ Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities. ❞

❝ I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else. ❞

❝ I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty. ❞

❝ You don’t want people to talk of you as something vile and degraded. ❞

❝ You must not say things like that. They are horrible, and they don’t mean anything. ❞

❝ You have had more to do with my life than you think. ❞

❝ Each of us has heaven and hell in him. ❞

❝ Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms. ❞

❝ Keep your horrible secrets to yourself. They don’t interest me any more. ❞

❝ What is it to me what devil’s work you are up to? ❞

❝ I wish you had a thousandth part of the pity for me that I have for you. ❞

❝ The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes. ❞

❝ I am not at all surprised that the world says that you are extremely wicked. ❞

❝ It is perfectly monstrous, the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one’s back that are absolutely and entirely true. ❞

❝ Nowadays all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men. ❞

❝ Everybody I know says you are very wicked. ❞

❝ I like men who have a future and women who have a past. ❞

❝ Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast. ❞

❝ He atones for being occasionally somewhat overdressed by being always absolutely overeducated. He is a very modern type. ❞

❝ What do you want? Money? Here it is. Don’t ever talk to me again. ❞

❝ Each man lives his own life and pays his own price for living it. ❞

❝ The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for. ❞

❝ I think that it is better to be beautiful than to be good. But on the other hand, no one is more ready than I am to acknowledge that it is better to be good than to be ugly. ❞

❝ To be popular one must be a mediocrity. ❞

❝ We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible. ❞

❝ I wish I could love, but I seem to have lost the passion and forgotten the desire. ❞

❝ My own personality has become a burden to me. ❞

❝ Death is the only thing that ever terrifies me. ❞

❝ The world has always worshipped you. It always will worship you. ❞

❝ Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets. ❞

❝ The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame. That is all. ❞

❝ The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history. ❞

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the world we live in // the killers

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killer // the hoosiers 

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mood is ruined. the anticipation of abundant fear or panic leaves him sorely disappointed and sullen. he wears a fucking pout for christ’s sake, brow knit with bitterness. this is not how he expected this to go. he can hear his father scolding him in the back of his mind, can practically feel the slap too. “ i’m open to flirting with danger. you trying to flirt with death? i hear that’s sorta up your ally. in the job description, right?” that part wasn’t exactly a scare tactic as most people surrounding luigi were indeed at high risk. most of them falling victim to his excessive fits of rage. “ i actually came because as i’m sure you’ve noticed, amber runs things now. that shit doesn’t sit right with me. my kinks are revenge on my sister and controlling the zydrate market. i can almost guarantee one of yours is money. unless i'm wrong.” he still hasn’t let go.

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