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#staincdvermillion · dependent muse blog for bloodngloryhq written by 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒕 ( she/her )

FEATURING › rüzgar & melek ( @cfbrckenwiiings ) LOCATED AT › wherever her business dinner is at, hehe

there had been clear instructions when rüzgar had finally touched upon american soil. to ensure the stability of kurtlar, to clean up any messes that had been created. or better, to prevent anymore from being made. he had been the righthand man of her father, a solid force that had stood in that spot for many years. and dealing with her and her brother had been a task that he knew well. which is why he had shown up, to the business meeting that she'd scheduled for herself that day. without a qualm, or the faintest thought that he was intruding where he shouldn't.

" don't mind me, " he mused as he stepped up, the faintest hint of a smirk. " just here to ensure you're keeping everyone's best interests in mind with, " he paused, as his gaze flicked to her company. " whoever this is. "

#❝ ⸻ ʀᴜ̈ᴢɢᴀʀ ᴄ̧ᴇʟɪᴋ 》 ᴍᴇʟᴇᴋ

FEATURING › julian & cami ( @camillabarone ) LOCATED AT › sip happens

the news had traveled quickly in the precinct, of the two gangs that had been involved within the shooting. usual suspects, hardly a surprise to julian as word landed. lately, it had been some of the same names. the family, the network, kurtlar; one after the other had been pilling up on desks within the department. more strings added to the boards that hovered at the edges of rooms. it had been this way since the night of the fire, when the hollow had made their appearance. and now, julian wondered how deep the cracks ran within the gangs.

" you know, " he mused, seeing the familiar woman as she walked past. " i'm surprised you make any sort of appearance outside your home. you've got to have some of the worst luck, huh? " amusement settled in his tone, as he eyed the young barone.

#❝ ⸻ ᴊᴜʟɪᴀɴ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇʀ 》 ᴄᴀᴍɪ

FEATURING › julian & lana ( @cfshadowsnangels ) LOCATED AT › the slaughterhouse

there had once been a time when julian was a frequent flyer at the underground fighting club. when he'd been undercover, posing as an individual from a lesser known gang. someone so unlike the man that he had ever been. but when duty called, and questions needed answers, he could find himself falling back into the persona. with his badge left at home, along with the department issued weapon, julian walked in different than he'd been that morning. his cap was pulled low, shielding him from the lights that hung above the ring. his eyes tracked those that moved before him, from the ones that stepped into the ring. to the ones that hollered outside of it. that is, until the woman caught his eye, as he eased up beside her. a beat, as his gaze watched the fight. " any hope that the big guy from the other night will be back? " he questioned, absently. " one that went three rounds without his opponent even landing one hint. "

#❝ ⸻ ᴊᴜʟɪᴀɴ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇʀ 》 ʟᴀɴᴀ

FEATURING › julian & rachel ( @rachelxhargrove ) LOCATED AT › bird & wolf

the recent shooting outside the engagement party had become the next talk of the city. it seemed to be on everyone's tongue. though julian suspected more so within certain circles. but the general public likely wanted to know what had happened, and even further, why the police hadn't announced the final determination. it was something that was out of julian's hands, yet not out of his mind. even as he sat within the coffee shop, hand wrapped firmly around his third cup of the day. " i forgot to ask, " he stated, as his gaze settled on her. " did you end up going to that engagement party thing? "

#❝ ⸻ ᴊᴜʟɪᴀɴ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇʀ 》 ʀᴀᴄʜᴇʟ

FEATURING › julian & lincoln ( @lincedin ) LOCATED AT › sip happens

" you think they'll ever kick our asses out for good? " the question could have pertained to the pair of them. or perhaps it ventured further than that, to the entirety of the law enforcement avenues within the city. how long had crime swept through its streets, and those responsible for protecting them had failed? it was a thought that settled heavy on julian's mind, as he recalled the facts of the alleyway shooting. there hadn't been much, but enough to know that it had been gang related. " i mean, in the bar. but the city too. " he followed up, with a soft grin.

#❝ ⸻ ᴊᴜʟɪᴀɴ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇʀ 》 ʟɪɴᴄᴏʟɴ

amararoyce

Not a rat, but something else entirely it seemed. Concerning enough to rattle Kian into mulling it over and feel that he had to voice the source to her. "Tommy?" Amara blinked, a little incredulous until he elaborated on the subject and then it all clicked into place. "It's been a rough year for him, too much loss and not enough answers. You think it's serious or just an outlet?" One meant far more trouble than the other, although she didn’t particularly like the idea regardless. Call it a protective instinct towards the younger member and what The Family was capable of unleashing upon someone who got caught in their web.

"A Barone is a choice." Not one she'd make, obviously. "If it were you, I'd say you're bein' a goddamn idiot to your face... But it's Tommy." Bringing her glass upward, Amara tilted it as she spoke before taking a sip, "Tough love won't make a grieving kid see reason."

staincdvermillion

over the years, tommy had shifted from one thing to another in kian's life. from the little scrawny farm kid he'd taken under his wing. to the late night escapes. now, he was one of those strays that had seemingly been adopted by not only the mc, but kian himself. and that settled heavier on his shoulders, within his mind. for dealing with tommy meant dealing with a ticking time bomb. " don't know yet, " came the simple answer, as he eyed her. maybe for the answers he needed, or the ones he wanted. to quell the voice in the back of his mind, that persistent one that wanted to pester.

" aye, " he confirmed, with a heavy sigh. the family had been known to play with their toys, and to break them. from the barones to the other ones. each seemingly more unpredictable than the last. " no, but i don't know what to do with him, " and it wasn't just with the barone kid either. for tommy had been struggling, it was evident in his face. in the way he moved about the days. " i don't know anything beyond tough love, " at least, not anymore. not since he'd been left with just his brother.

#❝ ⸻ ᴋɪᴀɴ ғɪᴛᴢᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ 》 ᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ

FEATURING › frankie & alex ( @dadivosos ) LOCATED AT › her home

the message had been simple, to meet at her place, sent after she'd left nathaniel and kian to their own devices. both had been equally drunk, equally within the depths of their feelings. something that frankie was trying adamantly to avoid. how they had all ended up with some piece of their heart in that party should have been comical. but with the wound having only just been torn back open, she wasn't in much of a laughing mood. well, she hadn't been. until the end of the bottle had come quicker than usual, and she'd barely just gotten back home when the knock came.

" did you run here? " she questioned, a hint of amusement as she let him in. " do you want a drink? i have tequila or ... i have tequila. " she mused as she moved into the other room, seeking out glasses and the bottle that she'd already been drinking from before she'd met up with the boys.

#❝ ⸻ ғʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ ᴏʀᴏᴢᴄᴏ 》 ᴀʟᴇx

cfbrckenwiiings

This wasn't the type of conversation one could have over the phone. And he'd tried a couple times to tell her, but he was starting to wonder if maybe indeed this wasn't written in the stars for them. Why else would fate interfere in such a sick and twisted way each time he tried to make things right between them? Even if they couldn't be mended, the least he owed her was some sort of closure. Instead, since the moment Eren has made the decision to distance himself from her, all he ever did was pour more salt into the wound.

This was his last chance. He knew it. It was now or never and he'd waited for a moment to get her alone in the shop, figuring it wouldn't be a pretty scene and the least he needed right now was unwanted attention. He'd even got a mile further, posing as a new client to reserve himself a slot in her schedule, making sure they wouldn't be interrupted as so many times before.

"I didn't want you to learn it that way." There was remorse laced in with his voice, a hint of sincerity and apology, which made him feel like a hypocrite because would it be any different, if they haven't crossed paths on that street months ago. She'd still be getting the news at some point. "Kahretsin..." Words slipped and for a moment his features twisted in a mix between anger and distraught. "I thought I was protecting you."

staincdvermillion

as frankie stared across that minimal space between them, she couldn't help but wonder. about how many times he tried to tell her. or rather, how long he had tried to tell her. from the moment they had crossed paths once again? or ... had his engagement come before that? without thinking, her eyes dropped, to his hand. the one that would soon bare the ring that his fiancé had selected for him. the word echoed in her mind, felt heavy, loaded, even though it shouldn't have. their relationship had ended, too long ago, yet the wound still remained ripped open. seemingly even more now.

" protecting me? " disbelief clouded her words, as her gaze lifted. as it sought out his own. she could see it in his face, hear it in his voice. the pain that this was causing him, for her to find out in such a way. to be not told by him, but rather, through the noise that circulated on the streets. " from what, eren? " there was heat in her tone, but it seemed to fade as she stood there. as her hands lifted, pushing fingers through her hair. " look, i get it. i wasn't what you were looking for, " she breathed, as her hands fell back by her sides. frankie had wondered, back then, what had caused him to simply disappear. to ghost her without even an explanation. " i just wish you had said something. " back then, so that frankie could have avoided much of the pain and questions that had littered her mind.

#❝ ⸻ ғʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ ᴏʀᴏᴢᴄᴏ 》 ᴇʀᴇɴ

FEATURING › raphael & mia ( @brckenways ) LOCATED AT › her place

" i brought a few different options for us this time, " he said as he followed her through the home. not that he wasn't keenly aware of where each room was, from the kitchen to the movie room to the rooms to avoid. it wasn't their first time sitting down for an anime marathon, and it certainly wouldn't be their last. no matter how often mia thought raphael didn't see the way she worked on other things while they were watching. sometimes he wondered if she was working on crossword puzzles. " death note is a fan favorite, but it may hit too close to home. " he frowned slightly at that, " so i'm thinking fullmetal alchemist or jujutsu kaisen. "

#❝ ⸻ ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ᴊᴀʏᴀʟᴀᴛʜ 》 ᴍɪᴀ

romymccready

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 confess her hercules ignorance was in her mind. normally, she'd be honest about these things, but tonight, dressed in a costume that already made her stand out, adding "cultural blind spot" to the list felt like too much. especially after the humiliation of watching bits of her outfit dissolve into his cocktail like some kind of bizarre garnish. "consider it your lucky charm." she chuckled at the idea of this being some kind of fate. romy herself believed in the concept. "you been lucky tonight?" she asked, sliding between bodies as they navigated the packed room. "i like your costume, by the way. the mouth thing on your palm, that's cool." she raised her own hand, revealing a circular serpent inked into her palm, the lines softened and faded by time. unlike his, hers wasn't costume. "twins," she attempted at a joke, giving a small smile. "who are you supposed to be?"

staincdvermillion

the thought to pluck the eye from its watery doom weighed on his conscious, for a moment. before he considered better of it, given how he'd already appeared to those at the table. " lucky charm or omen? " he countered, with a grin that stretched across his lips. his gaze flicked to the other guests, and then he was following after her through the crowd. who knew this many people would show up for another party, given what had happened at the last one. while raphael had considered not attending, there had been talks about alliances and making a show. " the last table didn't attack me after the first hand, so i'd say fairly lucky. " he laughed softly, before he cast his gaze to her. " oh, thank you. i did it myself, but then i had to remember not to touch anything while it dried. " that had been a battle all of its own. " oh, " his gaze dropped to the tattoo on her palm. " is it an ouroboros? " he asked with a grin, before her question settled. " yuji itadori, from jujutsu kaisen. after he ate the first finger. " that part had to be clarified, regardless if she'd seen the show or read the manga.

#❝ ⸻ ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ᴊᴀʏᴀʟᴀᴛʜ 》 ʀᴏᴍʏ #bloodnglory.event.004

oflifelincs

WHO: @staincdvermillion ( raph ) WHERE: Sami's 'Studio' @ Her Place

Draped across Raph's lap now that they were done filming a collab that'd been in the works for a couple of weeks, Sami held up her phone and navigated to her text thread with Ambrose. Before turning the device so Raphael could see, she made sure that none of her and The Network boss' activities were mentioned, seeing that their recent string of texts were simply her requesting money and him sending it.

"See," She turned the phone towards him, "All you have to do is request it. Watch." Typing in an Apple Cash request for $500 (an amount on the lower end of her usual outlandish requests), and attaching a note that stated 'I'm too pretty to pay for my own dinner', she sent it off. "And now, we wait."

staincdvermillion

there had always been talks of various projects, what they could do to ensure a heftier pocket. whether that was in front of a camera crew, or something for them to do on their own. some were discussed in casual conversation, others over a few drinks that left them laughing and grinning. this had been a project discussed in that middle area.

fingers moved absently through her hair, fingertips brushed along her scalp. something to do, something that was always a subconscious habit. but as the phone was turned towards him, as she started to explain, his fingers stilled in their movements. " really? that's it? " shock and amazement covered his words, as he blinked at the request displayed on the screen before him. " he doesn't argue it? or ask for something in return? " his eyes squinted, as if he could conjure some message back that would answer the questions for him. after a beat, his gaze flicked back to sami, awe wide in it.

#❝ ⸻ ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ᴊᴀʏᴀʟᴀᴛʜ 》 sᴀᴍɪ #i'm laughing ty

pierreharrigan

Nightshade was not a priority when Zeina's life had been turned upside down; as a matter of fact, Kaan had only caught him at Guillotine because Francis and Blair were keeping his ex-wife company and Pierre needed to sign papers and ensure things were running smoothly.

"Everyone's been here," after what happened at the engagement party, his priorities had shifted but he was still aware of everything that was going on. "Think we should expand to not only assassins for my trainings though - all things considered."

staincdvermillion

in kaan's eyes, there would be only so far of an extension that he would allow. the streets had been once more soaked with blood, and there was no telling when that would fall upon nightshade next. it meant that all needed to be prepared, and in that, pierre had a duty to uphold. if he couldn't be bothered with the task, then kaan would ensure finding another that could.

" good, " came his simple reply. as his gaze swept the area around them, and the few that currently were present. the hollow, the shooting at the party; the balances had begun to shift. the next pin to drop could be anywhere, and it could be directed at any of the organizations within the city. a fact that echoed in the back of his mind. " i agree. we need everyone to be prepared, regardless if they just push paperwork. " as a second in command, kaan had his own duty to uphold. and one of those happened to be ensuring the safety of all his members, from the top to the very bottom. he wouldn't allow any of them to befall a similar fate as what had happened. speaking of, " did you see anything? or hear anything? about what happened. "

#❝ ⸻ ᴋᴀᴀɴ ᴀʏᴅᴇᴍ 》 ᴘɪᴇʀʀᴇ

brckenways

Ayla hadn't expected to run into anyone she knew as she entered the place. She just wanted a quick caffeine pick up and then she needed to finish up the errands before heading home. That all changed though when she heard her name called. As her eyes landed on Frankie, her face lit up with a genuine excitement. The woman had been like a big sister to her, and after the loss of her own older sister, Frankie had been there to help her through the grief when she thought it would have dragged her down to depths she wouldn't be able to escape from. "Frankie!" She called, abandoning her plan to order and get out and instead made a beeline for the woman, holding out her arms for a hug. "I can't believe you are here, I'd love to join you!" If only because there were some big things she wanted to talk to Frankie about.

staincdvermillion

the thoughts stirred in her mind, as ayla moved closer. memories of how the pair of them had gotten along. how they had bonded over the years. of when frankie had been there for the other. a shoulder to cry on, an ear to vent to, anything that ayla had needed in that time of struggle. and then, it had all been gone. taken from her seemingly in the middle of the night. that bond that she'd created, with a sister that she thought she'd never have. all because her brother had turned away, without a word, without an explanation. and now, each of those moments settled in frankie's mind. as she reached out, as she accepted the hug from the other.

" i was hoping for a good place to get creative, " she explained, though her sketchbook would argue otherwise. " sit, please. tell me how you've been. "

#❝ ⸻ ғʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ ᴏʀᴏᴢᴄᴏ 》 ᴀʏʟᴀ

tomhatch

"No?" Words were tossed back playfully with a small pout, though the smile that he couldn't seem to get off his face whenever Cassio was around these days betrayed even the obvious sarcasm. As did the way his neck went red at the suggestion, thankfully rather unseen under the neon lights that flashed all around the bar. "Guess that's another way of askin' real nice." A chuckle fell from his lips before he slid one of the shots across the table, holding the other one with a loose grip as he leaned his elbows forward on the bar top once more, some of the liquid sloshing over the rim. "What was it we kept sayin' when we went out? Salute." Over in Italy, he meant, which had felt like a dream even then while it was happening. Glass was tilted slightly, clinking against Cassio's before he knocked it back.

Nose scrunched slightly as the vodka burned down his throat, brow furrowing slightly. "Pretty sure I've had odder ones. Wait, is 'odder' even a word?" Apparently the drinks were starting to settle in further, rendering him a bit aimlessly curious. Nothing Cassio wasn't used to. "I don't get why you don't just bail," Tommy murmured, a sigh slipping out as he reached out to take his hand, thumb tracing over his knuckles. "Not like you owe them shit anyway. Plus, I bet it's a hell of a lot more fun here -- Lisa's the manager on duty tonight, and she's chill as fuck. Let's me slip out whenever I want to and whatnot, s'long as I ain't an asshole about it." Meaning leaving the other bartenders to pick up his slack, which was arguable some nights. "'Nd the playlist is dope as hell, the DJ even let me add some to it. We could drop some molly, do a little dancin'...you don't have to go."

staincdvermillion

eventually, cassio would find his way to the party. reeking of alcohol, and who knows what else. and just as surely, he'd run into one of his family members. perhaps luca. or mia. possibly even romeo. and two out of three of those would reprimand him on the alcohol that waft off of him. or the drugs that likely had his pupils blown to a very noticeable size. but all of that would be easier to deal with, given how his mind would replay this moment. the sight of tommy, appearing like a boy who just got called cute by his first crush. as he looked back at cassio, over the two shot glasses that settled between them. " your pronunciation still needs work, " he teased, as he held up his shot glass for tommy to clink. before he lifted it to his own lips.

the alcohol bit, and it burned. but it eased the sharpened edges of his mind. the jagged pieces that still recalled the words of the doctor. how his life had been altered by the accident. how he'd never be the same. and soon, cassio would have to show up to a party, acting as if his world hadn't been blown apart. " it is in your farm boy world, " he mused, though his voice held a tenderness. an infatuation that had clung to him for some time now. even as the conversation shifted, turned towards where cassio would have to end up that evening.

for a beat, his gaze dropped. watched as tommy's thumb ghosted over his knuckles. it would have been easy, simple. to stay at the club, to pretend like he'd lost track of time. that he'd refused to go on the basis of what the hollow had exposed. but where would that leave him? how many more missed texts and calls would he have to field? " how about i make a short appearance, then come back here to finish out the night? " he asked, as his gaze finally lifted to tommy's. then his free hand, as fingers slipped through those familiar curls. " i don't owe them shit, but it's something that needs to be done. " some part that needed to be proved, perhaps if only to cassio himself. " promise you won't drop molly before i get back? " he grinned now, as fingers curled into his hair.

#❝ ⸻ ᴄᴀssɪᴏ ʙᴀʀᴏɴᴇ 》 ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏ

brckenways

Mia had been tracking him since the moment he entered the building. Late as always, and she was not surprised to see the way he stumbled through the crowd drunk or high on whatever he had gotten into his system. But as much as she wanted to roll her eyes at his behavior on a night when they were supposed to be representing a new official alliance, Mia couldn't fault him. Not entirely. The news of what his father had done, what Nico and Luca had hidden from him had shattered Cassio.

She'd been watching him most of the night, but finally decided to approach him. He was avoiding her in all other places and Mia wasn't going to miss the chance to at least attempt to talk to him. Though she hadn't had high hopes for the whole thing. "I'm not going to waste my breath trying to convince you of something, no matter how true it is." Mia spoke, her tone even. "I didn't know. Not then and not after. You know Arlo never would have trusted me with that. Nico either or your brother. But that's not why I'm here." She sighed and took a sip of her own drink. "I didn't expect you to show up. You've been ignoring my calls. I got the paperwork finished you wanted me to do earlier." She told him, facing her cousin and seeing exactly how he was coming apart at the seams.

staincdvermillion

despite the physical differences between the two sides of the barone family, there still remained one familial trait: the surety of lying. they all carried it, with ease it seemed. to rattle off lies and half truths as if it were the first language all of them had learned. from enzo and arlo, or perhaps they had simply been born with it. tangled within their dna. as much a part of them as anything else were. which may have been why cassio only half listened to the words spoken from his cousin. on how she hadn't known. on how arlo wouldn't have trusted her with this. but who was to say that was the truth? when one party was in the ground, and the other could be telling him what he wanted to hear.

his hand lifted, waving off her words, " you sound just like nico. " it was an insult, nothing more. the notion that they all had these scripts memorized. as if they all couldn't think for themselves. enzo, copied and pasted into each of them. minus a few bits, cassio could accept. " you didn't know. nico didn't know. luca didn't know. " he reiterated with a roll of his eyes. " and yet, it doesn't seem all that shocking to you all. " then again, was it a shock that arlo wanted to kill his own brother? " great. you can give it to romeo, and he can leave it at our place. " he paused, for a moment. before he eyed her, " wait. i need you to redo them. i'm selling my house, buying something new. " another home that would be his sanctuary, further away from the family.

#❝ ⸻ ᴄᴀssɪᴏ ʙᴀʀᴏɴᴇ 》 ᴍɪᴀ #bloodnglory.event.004

dadivosos

" drink some haterade , it's fun. " though francis didn't really hate anyone either -- he just hated the situation he was in , it was different. " you lived in a bus ? that's wild -- kinda sad too. " what was with him and attracting people with less than ideal living situations ? " that explains why you're weird , " he said with a pat to the top of her head. " there's like 3 of them here no ? " he had lost count if he was honest. " they all look like they're thinking a little too hard. " especially kaan , but that was a whole other can of worms. " i don't know any mimes , " he shook his head. shoulders shrugged at her question , knowing neither of them would get too far. " i love questions. and you charge too much --- you're like a landlord. "

staincdvermillion

" why is that sad? " the question was point blank, as she eyed him with confusion. those years within the bus, with her mother, had been some of her best years. all before her aunt had flipped her world upside down. or rather, the death of her mother. " or maybe i'm normal. and you're the one who is weird. " she scoffed, before she lifted a hand to smooth out her hair. regardless if he had actually disturbed it or not with his patting. " if you don't know which one it is, " she trailed off with a sigh. before she stood up taller, pressed her mouth into a thin line. and then just stared at him. for a beat, then another, then another. " that's what he looks like, " she finally said, before she peered back down at her fries. " these are getting cold. at this rate, i'll need to buy more with the milkshake. " she huffed, before she placed a full fry in his hand. he didn't deserve it, but she could be nice to him for once.

#❝ ⸻ ᴢᴇʜʀᴀ sᴀʜɪɴ 》 ғʀᴀɴᴄɪs

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