#but is there anything that Italians aren't fighting over with one another

[freshstartfromscratch]

I had one of the most AC fan moments in my life that I'll probably cringe in the future.

I just ran to the shop to grab some savoiardi, because they close at 6pm. I ran in my white hoodie, while listening to Venice Rooftops and yes. I did some jumping and a poor attempt on parkour because I was in a hurry and I wanted to skip through the crowd.

I didn't break anything and I did manage to buy savoiardi so I guess it counts as a successful mission.

#shitpost #personal shit #Assassin's Creed #sort of #ac related #i'm cringe but i'm free #savoiardi #one of my fucking roommates ate some and that's why I didn't have enough for tiramisù #funny fact there's actually a conflict over whi invented tiramisù #but is there anything that Italians aren't fighting over with one another #i gues the national football team #and maybe the Italian Olympic team

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hi! i'm sorry this is my first time requesting something so this might be all over the place but i was wondering if u could do a minho x reader based on The weekends song 'Die for you' " Even though we're going through it and it makes you feel alone i would die for you" Like reader and Minho got into a fight before they enter the maze (this could be before or after thomas arrives) and a griever attacks Reader but minho saves them in time, and he makes sure reader is okay. i'm so sorry this was so cringy

I have never done a song based fic before so this could be fun. I also do not know what I'm doing, but I've pulled up the lyrics so I might just sprinkle them through out as Minho's thoughts.

Also, this isn't cringy. This is a good idea which gives me a lot to work with :))

Also you didn't specify gender/pronouns so default they/them.

DIE FOR YOU

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Gender-neutral! Runner! Reader x Minho. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas. Bold/Italian text like this, is Minho's thoughts/lyrics to spice things up.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, the parents are fighting, near death experience. Yanno, the usual.

You're a Runner.

And you worked damn hard to get there.

It isn't easy, especially when you have a boss like Minho breathing down your neck when you're literally doing anything.

"You're not running fast enough."

"Those lines on your map aren't straight."

"You need to train harder."

"Pay more attention."

You're one seething comment away from fucking throwing him. You don't understand why Minho is so much harder on you then he is the other Runners.

At first, you actually kind of liked him.

You seriously admired him and wanted to be like him- out in the Maze and fighting for your friends. He's the bravest person you've ever met. He was a big inspiration to you and the second a spot was open, you trailed as a Runner.

Which is why it sucks that he's kind of a dick.

But you don't know why.

I'm findin' ways to articulate the feelin' I'm goin' through.

Which it probably why it sucks that you're stuck with him.

You had an incident on your route. You're more than capable of running on your own, but you got distracted, and then slightly lost. You made it back in time- but you did have to squeeze through the Doors and collapsed on the grass afterwards.

Minho refused to let you into the Maze after that.

For a solid week, you were begging your boss to let you do your own job. You didn't want to get fired and go back to working under Gally- who is somehow considerably worse.

Minho reluctantly agreed, as long as he could accompany you on your first run.

You're going to kill yourself. Not only does it mean you have to be on your best behaviour, but it means running a route you're not familiar with.

"I can run on my own," you tell him as you wait for thr Doors to open, Ben and the other Runners standing a fair few feet away to stay out of the splash zone.

"I've already told you," he sighs, "we're redoing basic training. I can't lose one of my Runners becausing they're failing on the basics."

"It was just one time- you wouldn't do this to Ben if he were in my shoes!"

"You only die once, (Y/N). And getting stuck out in the Maze is a sure-fire way to go about that."

"That's not fair, okay?" You groan. "You don't treat anyone else like complete shucking shit!"

Minho stands there, stunned. Okay, so, things over the past few months have finally bubbled over. You wanted to be a Runner so bad, and now it sucks and you're being held on a tight leash.

So, you've finally snapped.

And Minho doesn't really know what to do.

It's hard for me to communicate the thoughts that I hold.

The Doors open with the loud sound of stone grinding against the floor. You pull your gaze away from Minho, not giving him the option to say anything as you start running.

Minho stands there for another second, which gives Ben the chance to say something.

"You gotta tell them, man- you're acting like a complete shuckface."

"Slim it, Ben." Minho takes off after you.

Unbeknownst to you, somehow, along the way of your training, Minho developed a crush on you. He doesn't know when it happened or how, but his feelings for you have made him become overly protective.

Which to you is him treating you like you're incapable and like a child.

Minho is the incapable one here, however. Since he can't open his damn mouth and tell you how he's feeling. It is becoming a dangerous distraction.

I don't want this feelin', I can't afford love

"We're not going this way- this is the wrong route," Minho says as he jogs to catch up with you.

"I'm running my route," you grumble back.

"I already have someone covering your route- we're running my route today."

"How am I meant to train properly on your route? Wouldn't it be better for me to do my own?"

He suddenly grabs your wrist, pulling you to a halt and forcing you to face him. You feel very small under Minho's gaze. He is easily one of the most intimidating people in the Glade- strong, attractive and stubborn.

It's moments like these that he makes dealing with Gally look like child's play.

"You're a Runner, okay? And I'm your Keeper. You might not like it but I definitely didn't train you to act like a tit-suckin' baby. You wanna be one of us? One of the best? Then quit actin' like this and do what I tell you. I ain't got time to babysit, so gey your shuckin' act together- we're running my route, got it?"

I try to find a reason to pull us apart.

"Fine," you spit out. Minho gives you a stuff nod, taking the lead and starting to run off.

You stand there for another second, fists balled and rage seeping through you. If his goal was to piss you off, he's sure doing a good job.

You start following him, the rest of your run remaining in silent. You want to scream insults at Minho and demand respect, but you also prefer running over being a Builder.

When Minho isn't personally up your ass, it's like an escape. Of course, it's an escape that could possibly kill you, but sometimes it's hard to find peace of mind in the Glade. You're constantly surrounded by boys who very clearly don't know personal space.

But that illusion of peace is shattered as you watch your boss run metres a head of you.

You pass a corridor junction, open corridors to tour left and right. You start slowing when you hear faint clicking and buzzing from around the bend.

Okay, so in your defence, you've never heard or seen a Griever before. You'd briefly heard stories of encounters, but no one had ever told you about the noises they made. So, you think it's something in the Maze, maybe a clue.

You've actually been paying little attention to Minho, who has been paying a lot of attention to you.

So, when he hears your footsteps slow and looks over his shoulder to see you've slowed down, he turns fully to face you.

It ain't workin', 'cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it.

I can't walk away.

Your heart jumps into your throat when a gross, fleshy mound of slime and metal appears around a corner. It immediately notices you, darting towards you.

Even though we're goin' through it.

You freeze, fear taking over and your body can't seem to move.

And it makes you feel alone.

That's until Minho comes flying into you, colliding into your side and sending you both toppling over as the Griever practically dives over the pair of you.

Just know that I would die for you.

There's like a split second where he lands on top of you.

Pushing himself up, your eyes lock.

Maybe for the first time ever, you realise how stunning Minho actually is. During casual drunk Glader confessions, you'd be surprised how many of the boys talk about how attractive Minho is. There's normally a couple of "no homos" thrown in but you suspect that isn't true.

But suddenly you get it. The boy effortlessly looks flawless, and he's on top of you.

Minho is also having the same internal conflict.

But you don't have time for this.

Minho scrambles off of you, immediately grabbing you and yanking you onto your feet.

"We gotta move! C'mon!" He shouts whilst you try to get your feet under you. He keeps a grip on your wrist, making sure you're close as he drags you around the Maze.

Eventually, you find your footing, picking up pace and keeping up with Minho. "I can run on my own!" You snap.

"You're not doing a great job of proving that," though, he does let go of you.

Both of you keeping running, the sounds of the Griever starting to get quieter as the beast seems to get bored of chasing you.

Slowing down, you keel over, resting your hands on your knees to catch your breath. Minho still stands strong, his stamina easily shadowing yours.

"I think we lost it," he mumbles, mainly to himself. He looks at you. "You good?"

"Yeah," you say between breaths, clearing your throat, "I'm good."

"That was close," he groans, "why'd you just stand there?"

"Well, you didn't exactly train us for how to deal with Grievers. You just tell us run and don't look back. I just saw it and froze, I've never seen one of those things before."

Minho sighs. "Shit," you mutter, "don't fire me. Please, dude, I know I was buggin' out back there but I'm a good Runner, I swear-"

"You are a good Runner." You're taken a back. Did Minho just... compliment you?

I'm not blamin' you, just don't blame me, too, yeah.

"I just... I don't want anything bad," he throws his hand up, vaguely gesturing behind you, "like that, to happen to you. Or any of my men, okay?"

"But you're so harsh on me compared to them. I don't get it."

Minho looks at you, opening his mouth but immediately goes into panic mode when he hears the Griever again.

"Let's move. We'll go back to the Glade; my route clearly isn't safe today."

"I told you we should've taken my-"

"Don't." You immediately shut your mouth, walking my his side as he starts to pick up into a jog.

The run back to the Glade is uneventful and you are, for once, happy to let Minho take the lead.

It's a weird feeling as you watch him. He literally saved your life today. He might act like a prick towards you, but you'd be dead if it weren't for him.

You start to approach the Glade, the open Doors and the serene setting sending a new wave of relief through you.

"Uh, Minho," you pick up pace to catch up to him. He's clearly already gained Alby's attention for being back this early. "Thank you."

He stops, turning to face you as you stand awkwardly, glancing down at the grass to hide your sudden anxiousness. "For saving me."

He scoffs lightly. "Don't worry about it." You look back up at him. "You're important to me, (Y/N), even if I'm klunky at showing it."

You furrow your brows, trying to make out whatever cryptic message he's trying to put out. "I- Uh, forget it," he scoffs, stuttering over his words slightly.

"Minho!" The Runner visibly cringes as Alby's voice sends shock waves through the Glade. "The shuck are you shanks doin' back here?"

"I should deal with that," he grumbles.

"Yeah, course- good luck," he scoffs at you before turning and making his way over to Alby.

You take a second to yourself, letting out a deep sigh and throwing your head back.

What the hell was that? Why are you feeling this way? This is new and weird and thoughts of Minho fill your head. It's like a flood gate has opened and you can't stop the river of thoughts bursting through.

"Yo, (Y/N)," you look over to see Minho casually walking backwards, facing you as Alby storms over in the background. Though nothing could've prepared you for the words he says next.

"Yanno, I'd die for you."

Another one done. I'm getting a lot of interesting requests in atm and I'm looking forward to them, though it'll take me embarrassingly long so sorry, lads.

I hope you enjoyed :)

#🌿 petri writes #🌿 petri writes tmr #🍃 petri tmr #🌿 petri tmr minho #tmr fanfiction #tmr minho #minho the maze runner #minho tmr #minho tmr x reader #tmr imagines #minho maze runner

[silentwillowwhisperer]

It's Spacedad's fault.

Klance is together in this.

I don't know what this is.

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Keith does not test well.

His mild ADHD and Autism intensify times 50 any time he takes a test.

It was useful at the garrison, when his heightened observance and fidgeting caused hi to be a more instinctual pilot.

Sitting in a silent room while filling out answers to question that have completely vacated his brain never blows over well for him.

Shiro should have expected this, he's Keith's parental figure and knows him better than anyone. So, yes. This is all his fault.

Keith taps his pencil repeatedly on the desk. Allura has moved blank white desks into the training room so that the paladins can have an 'ideal atmosphere.'

This is supposed to be a survey of their reactions in a 'mildly stressful environment' and 'assess their ability to retain information.'

Welp, Keith has already failed.

He can't do anything but stare at the first question.

If faced by a Zeaxeiks beast, what is the most logical response?

Keith can't even pronounce that. Throw him into the field with one of these, and all of his information will come flooding back.

Yeah, why don't they do that? Keith can't possibly be expected to function in a room so silent and big and empty. If there's a phobia that's the opposite of claustrophobia, he has it. He doesn't mind being in places like this when there's things going on around him, things for him to fixate on to calm his hypersensitive brain or things for him to fight, but large quiet rooms always stir unease deep in his chest.

Keith can't take it anymore. He slams his pencil down and stands abruptly. He can’t help the growl that escapes him. His chair screeches on the polished floor before crashing down onto its side.

Is is weird that Keith has the urge to apologize to it?

Everyone is staring at him as he yells, "THAT'S IT. I am REVOLTING. Do you hear me? DAMN THIS, see how well you can Voltron if I GO AN A GODDAMN STRIKE."

He realizes that the testing/training room's doors were locked as soon as the paladins entered. Now that he thinks about it, Allura most likely did that with Keith specifically in mind. Panic fills his throat and lungs. He really, really hates it in here.

He's considering climbing one of the walls and/or throwing a fit when he hears another chair grind across the ground.

Lance shoots him a wide grin before shouting at the ceiling, "YEAH! I didn't agree to being a paladin so that I can take MORE STUPID TESTS!"

Keith feels his heart warm and bubble over with affection. Only Lance would recognize his nervous fidgets. They've had long talks about this before, Keith doesn't doubt that Lance will help him climb that wall if they aren't let out soon.

They both know that there is a valid reason behind this assessment, but Keith has already accepted that he's going to get a failing grade. He hates not doing anything with himself, his body is turning to lumpy mush like a sack of potatoes after sitting for so long.

Lance starts racing around the room yelling various profanities in various languages, and Keith gives a bark of laughter before joining in.

The other paladins are smiling at them, and Pidge is the first to discard her paper.

"Ugh, fine, I guess I'm not getting anything done with all this noise. The questions are repetitive anyway. This is not as fun as I hoped it would be."

She joins in, and now Korean, Italian, and Spanish curses echo throughout the room.

They end up trashing the entire room before Allura lets them out with a glare.

Keith lowers his voice and leans over to Lance.

"Huh. I guess all we have to do to escape the Galra is piss them off."

He turns to Allura.

"Never lock me in a room again. I will not hesitate to tear down the door and start singing annoying pop songs nonstop."

Lance moves behind him and place an arm around his shoulders.

"Yep. And I'll be on a murder spree because apparently I'm not out of the overprotective boyfriend phase."

#keith kogane #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron #klance #lance mcclain #lance vld #keith vld #vld keith #tawny post

[magicalgirlagency]

I know this is magical girl blog, but i wanna ask, what's your opinion on pizza tower game?

You're only asking me this because of the The Noise Update that came out just recently, aren't you? Come on, be honest.

Anyways, I absolutely adore the aesthetics of that game. It's just so absolutely bonkers and it oozes lots and lots of passion. Those five years of hard work were worth it. I haven't played it yet, but once I get myself a potent and faster PC, I'll try it! So, I'll just talk about the aesthetics!

I like how Peppino is a Wario-expy, but not in personality. Sure, he is fat and ugly like that greedy garlic-munching goon, but his personality and life are totally different: He's a stressed middle-aged man, who struggles financially and constantly oscillates in anger or anxiety. Totally the opposite of Wario, who's absolutely confident in his brute strength and will take stuff without any awareness or care of the consequences that'll soon follow.

Also, did you know that "Peppino" is a legit real life name? It's a nickname of "Giuseppe" (an italian version of the name "Joseph"). And the person behind Funiculi, Funiculá (the funny pizza meme music) was named Peppino. Giuseppe "Peppino" Turco.

While the gameplay is obviously inspired by Wario Land 4, its visuals take cues from those Gross Out medias from the 90's/00's (Earthworm Jim, Cow & Chicken, Ren & Stimpy, etc.), which it really helps in the shaping of the game's identity. Not to mention how the game was projected to give major priority to speed mechanics, hence why the reason why it was firstly showcased at Sonic Amateur Games Expo.

Another interesting thing about it, is that this game almost became a Horror game! It almost became a FNaF copycat! But for some reason, Tour de Pizza felt the need to change the concept into a Wario-like midway, BUT! The Horror elements still remained with Don't Make a Sound and Fake Peppino (the game is one year old already; everyone already knows of Fake Peppino by now).

One interesting thing about FP, is back when the game has made its official debut, people made vows of not spoiling his Boss Fight, as TdP would keep him under the shadows in the development vlogging/lives. An addendum: This happened at the same time Hogwarts Legacy came out, and people were spoiling its ending on purpose! Meanwhile the froggy abomination (affectionate) was carefully kept a secret until the time was right.

...even though FP was already spoiled in WAR, but that's just me...

And the MUSIC. Oh my God, the music. It's so divine. Some of them feel severely out of place with the goofy aesthetics of the game, and I wouldn't have it any other way. The use of leitmotifs is clever and adds a lot of charm to the player character. They didn't have to go hard on the Ha Ha Funny Pizza Man Game, but they did it.

Also, the Final Boss has given me the adrenaline rush and catharsis that no modern-era Shounen has managed to do for me. No items, no power-ups, just pure, raw, and italian strength and blood-boiling rage (and the occasional tag-teaming of good ol' Gustavo).

As for The Noise Update, it's still pretty fresh, so I won't spoil anything major about it. However, I'll say that he is different than Peppino in every single way, not just in gameplay. While Peppino functions on Fight-or-Flight mode and is only concerned about getting things done and over with, The Noise does stuff for the shits 'n giggles, and WILL shamelessly gaslight you into getting the highest rank. And also with violence. Lots 'n lots of violence.

Also, The Noise's full name is "Theodore Noise" (yes the "The" in the name is not a definite article, it's short for his birth name). But I guess everyone already knows that, too. Just felt like remembering it, just in case.

[cxldblxxded]

it really shouldn't have surprised warren that rome had such significant gang activity, hell the trope of italian mobsters was MORE than well known & they had to have come from somewhere. but what he didn't realise was that they'd wandered into an area of said group's territory & warren didn't want to stick around to find out what what happen if himself or k were backed into a corner. he knows that he could take people out without killing them but had no idea what k fighting in human form even really looked like. but he spots a fire escape & the building next to it was a jump he knew they could make but the average human stood no chance. “ follow me i have an idea. ” a stupid idea perhaps but it would work. so up they go, & over he goes before he can listen to k question anything. he lands on his feet & rolls to dissipate some of his momentum but he KNOWS he didn't land properly. there was no break but he knew a sprain when he felt one & it hurt. “ fuck ” comes a mutter & then when he sees k has joined him, “ it’s fine. think i can walk. ” a step as a test & he stumbles but fuck if he's going to let him stop him. another step & he braces for any pain though the adrenaline helps significantly. even a couple of small jumps to demonstrate he was fine to keep running. but when they're fully safe & he can stop, its gonna hurt like hell.

injury prompts // @mystiika

FOR WHATEVER IT'S worth, K was ready to fight. He doesn't consider himself a violent individual, or at least he doesn't start shit. He just ends it. He'd already picked out his target - that tall, beefy fellow in the athletic jacket, maybe not the leader but definitely the muscle - when Warren suggests an alternate plan of action, and before he can argue, his companion's already running.

K FOLLOWS, AND he leaps without a second thought, rolling easily and springing back to his feet. He turns to look at Warren - looks like he wasn't as successful, judging by the way he's moving. Human bodies really aren't built for this, are they?

"IT IS CLEARLY not fine," he points out, not accusatory, just honest. He understands the need to keep pushing forward (he can hear angry Italian somewhere behind them as the gangsters are doing their best to catch up) but this is going to prove to be a problem later down the line. "Tell me if you need help." Already he's looking for a place to hide so they don't have to keep stressing an already stressed ankle.

#ic #mystiika #k very tempted to pick warren up by the scruff to just carry him bc this is annoying

[el-the-cell]

These are my very ignorant thoughts about war, peace, and cultural differences altogether. Beware potential bullshit ahead.

tldr: peoples come and go, the concept of land ownership is idiotic, cultural differences are not what causes conflict, authorities pitting groups against each other (mostly for profit) are what causes conflict, but the conflict goes on because people hurt each other so bad forgiveness is no longer an option.

I do not understand the history of russia, ukraine, palestine and israel well. Certainly not as well as i understand the history of my own region.

But all three cases, i believe, there is the similarity of governments enciting the violence of different cultures against one another, in a way that ends up harming civillians more than anything else.

The truth, in my opinion, is that it's not intrinsecally impossible for people to live peacefully with one another just because of culture, religion, traditions, ideologies, what will you.

What makes it hard, is the harm that people have been forced to do, have been convinced to do, and found themselves with no other choice than doing to each other, either by governments or by the extenuating circumstances of being robbed of all they had, be it culturally or from a material point of view.

People end up doing terrible things to each other, which just can not be forgiven by single people, but create wounds that can only be healed through the passage of time and the change of generations, and also, the comfort of freedom and not living in poverty.

The longer the war lasts, the more people die and suffer, the longer it will take for those wounds to heal. Peace can not be brought by war. It can only be born from peace. A peace treaty made after a war, where the losing party is completely getting fucked over, will only lead to new insurrections, grief, anger and more war (see germany after the treaty versailles).

To illustrate my point i would like to put forward the case of my region, which is south tyrol. South tyrol was a part of the austro-hungarian empire, populated mostly by german speakers. When the entente won the war, the region was given to italy, it is said, because of the natural border of the alps that separated it from austria.

Now, from a nationalist point of view italy does not give a shit about south tyrol, because there aren't many people who are culturally "italian". However, the fascists thought, if it's not italian, let's MAKE IT italian. yes. wonderful idea. Let's force the german speakers to change their name to an italian one, let's force them to abandon their culture.

ALSO let's literally deport poorer italians to the region so it becomes mainly populated by italians, who will work in the new industries and win the elections, and also make it impossible for south tyrol to ever try to leave, because italians live there too now. GREAT.

But this is only the surface level story. Another folk who got fucked over, still in the fourteen hundreds are the ladin people. They speak a language similar to the rumantsch spoken in switzerland. All official documents in south tyrol were written in ladin before the region was forcibly germanified.

There also were a few italians already living there. My ancestors for example. Half my family is from a long line of italians who lived in the habsburg empire and spoke german as a second language. Just like i do.

My great-great-grandfather for example was an austro hungarian inspector, who died immediately before the outbreak of ww1. (I know, a cop. not proud of it, but in the next generation, half of my relatives were fascists. so. like. there generally isn't much to be proud of).

After the end of ww2 every one was fucking pissed at each other. With the level of poverty, peple had nothing to lose, and many rights to gain back after the fall of fascism. I won't go into details, but in the 70s it came to serious acts of terrorism from the german speakers, and also from austrians who thought they were fighting for the freedom of a people, against italians who hadn't even asked to be there in the first place.

While the situation has calmed down, because the italian state has pumped our region full with money, and given the germans their names back, and allowed our region to keep most of our taxes, it became less profitable to make politics that encites violence and scission. It does not mean this has stopped. It goes on, people are still making money from it. The two cultures are wary of each other, and the school systems are still devided. When we turn 18, we are asked to declare to which group we belong.

But anyway, the final point i wanted to make, is that a power can always feed propaganda to one side, while starving and impoverishing the other, and taking away their rights until things snap. You can do this with any group of people. Could be the most bullshit criteria, the most insignificant difference. And then, the difference will be considered the reason for violence. Not the powers that put two groups against each other.

And alas, people come and go naturally from place to place, cultures mix, interact, break apart, develop, and things will always be changing. We don't own the land we live on, we are only temporarily borrowing it. Thousads were here before us, more will be here after us. Same with the other living beings. Nationalism is doomed for this reason.

Go in peace; don't let politicians make you angry at other groups of people that have no authority over you. They're just people-ing, like you.

#war #peace #ukraine #russia #israel #palestine #italy #south tyrol #austria

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Coffee of the Week pt.2

Icon credit: @thatspookyagent

Summary: This is the second part to Coffee of the Week, where Colin takes the reader out for their date. You can read Part 1 Here

Warnings: None this is pure fluff

Word Count: 2245

"So," Mare said in a bored voice. "Have you decided where you're taking her for your date tonight?" Colin paused for a moment before answering, which confirmed Mare’s suspicions

"No I have not." Colin said, doing his best to avoid Mare's judgmental eyes. 

"Really man, you had all week to think of a place."

"I know." He signed leaning back in his chair, he swiveled it to the side to face Mare. "But like where would I even take her? There's only like three restaurants in Eastown." 

"Hey!” Mare said defensively. "We have four restaurants you're forgetting the KFC that's attached to the Taco Bell." Mare joked as she began to put away her papers. 

'My bad." Colin smiled to himself at Mare's little joke. It seems that lately she was warming up to him, it was nice to be able to joke and talk to her like this. He watched as she cleaned up the rest of her desk.

"But seriously where are you taking her." Mare glanced at the clock on her computer screen before shutting it down. "It's already 6:30 you should be getting ready by now."

Colin glanced down at himself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?"

Mare pursed her lips. "Nothing. Just forget I said anything." 

"See there's another thing I have to worry about now." Colin ran a hand down his face. "I haven't even been here that long so I don't really know where is a good place to eat at.” Colin sat with his head in his hands for a moment before lifting it up, eyes glancing towards Mare. He turned slowly towards Mare, a hopeful smile on his face. "Unless you-"

"No." 

"Mare-"

"No."

"If you could recommend-"

"No." 

"Mare please!” He had stood up at this point and moved towards Mare’s desk, she had scooted her chair away from his approaching form, her face scrunched up at his persistent pleading. “Please tell me where to take her! I really like her and I don’t wanna mess up." Mare finally glanced over at him through the corner of her eye. He looked like a kicked puppy, he was so desperate it physically hurt her. 

She sighed. "Fine." Colin's face split open in a wide smile. "Stop that." She snapped, he immediately tried to change his facial expression back to neutral but Mare could see he was trying to fight back his smile. "You should take her to the Italian restaurant that's near the center of town, one of my friends works there." She tore a piece of paper off one of her reports. "Tell her that Mare sent you and she'll make sure to give you a good table and treat you and (y/n) well." She handed the paper over to Colin.

His eagerly grabbed it and smiled widely at Mare, "Thank you so much Mare you-"

She held her hand up to silence him, pointing an accusing finger. "Don't make this into a big deal detective." Mare shrugged on her coat and made her way towards the door. "And if you tell her it's a date she'll throw in a free dessert.

"Thank y-"

"Not. A. Big. Deal." Mare slammed the door shut. Colin smiled at her fading figure, she was definitely warming up to him.

Colin’s heart was beating out of his chest as he pulled up to your house, a million thoughts running through his head. Things like was he too early? It was only 7:30 he wasn't supposed to pick you up till 8:00. What if you weren't ready, was he dressed up enough, was he over dressed?? He shook his head trying to clear all the thoughts that plagued him. 

He made his way to your front door and after a few seconds of hesitation rang your doorbell. The sound of loud barking made him jump up in surprise. “I’m coming.” He heard your voice yell and the sounds of your footsteps approaching the door. You opened the door with a smile, you were holding a big fluffy dog by its collar as it strained against your hold. “Hey Colin! Sorry about him, he always barks when someone is at the door.” He glanced down at the dog, it was eagerly trying to pull its way towards him, tail wagging intensely. “Let me go put him outside. I don’t want him jumping all over you.”

With zero hesitation Colin said. “Let him go.”

“What?” You asked in surprise.

“Let him go, I wanna meet him.”

You let out a little laugh.“ Are you sure? He’s a jumper.”

“Of course!” You let go of your dog’s collar and he went barreling towards Colin, who was squatting down with his arms wide open. Your dog ran into his arms and knocked him flat on his back. You rushed forward to pull your dog back until you saw Colin laughing. Your dog was licking him all over while Colin nestled his face into your dog’s fur. “You’re such a good boy aren't you?” Colin asked as he petted your dog, your dog just wagged his tail even faster and tried to lick Colin’s face even more, you smiled at the sight 

“It seems he likes you.” You giggled out. 

“What’s his name?”

“His name is Tino.” 

“Hello Tino, I’m Colin.” Colin shook your dogs paw introducing himself. You smiled at his antics and squatted down next to him, rubbing Tino’s soft ears in your hand. “What kinda dog is he?” 

“I’m not sure, I adopted him from the center in town and no one seemed to know what kind he was.” Colin nodded at your answer and tried his best to stand back up, it was a task in itself since Tino kept trying to knock him back down. You stood up as well and let out a small laugh at Colin’s appearance. “What?” He asked. His once crisp shirt was wrinkled, and his perfectly combed hair was all tousled. He was covered head to toe in dog fur. 

“I think Tino may have gotten a little bit of fur on you.” He glanced down and saw all the dog's hair sticking to him. He laughed with you and did his best to try and pick the dog hair off. ‘Wait here.” You went inside and came back with a lint roller in hand. He took it and began to roll it up and down his clothes. You moved closer to him and brushed his hair out of his face, smoothing it back into place. He blushed at the action. 

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yea! Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise!” You laughed, it really wasn't he only really had three options on where to take you in Easttown. And you figured it wasn't going to be the Taco Bell or KFC. 

The ride to the restaurant didn't take too long and in no time you two had pulled up to the place. He parked and rushed out of the car to your side. He opened your door for you and you swooned at the old fashioned action. You looped your arm through his and he led you to the door, he whispered something to the hostess and she smiled widely and quickly led you two to a table. It was almost sectioned off from the other ones, it had an aura of privacy to it. She rushed over and placed a rose in the vase at the center of the table and lit up the candles. Colin pulled the chair out for you before sitting down on his own. 

He picked at the table cloth, not meeting your eyes. “‘So, did I pick a good place?’ He asked with a nervous smile.

“Mhmm, this is my favorite out of all of Easttown’s numerous restaurants.” You smiled at him coyly, he let out a little laugh. 

The rest of the night seemed to speed by, you and Colin just clicked, there wasn’t a moment that wasn't filled with conversation. Either about his work or about your own, him telling stories about his current cases or you telling him about the rude customers you had gotten that day. Then it shifted towards talking about your favorite tv shows or movies. He admitted that his job didn't leave him much time to watch tv and you vowed that one of your date nights had to be a tv or movie marathon. He blushed at the insulation that there was going to be a second date. 

You two had just finished off your meals when the hostess came by holding a piece of Tiramisu, you let yourself think about the irony of it. You guys had met at your coffee shop and here you were on your first date beings served a coffee flavored dessert. She set it down in front of you two. The plate was decorated with chocolate powder in the shape of a heart. You glanced down at the table and noticed Colin’s hand resting on the table, inching its way closer to yours. You closed the distance and placed your hand over his, squeezing it lightly. He smiled up at you and you returned it. He let you take the first bite of the desert, and he even let you have the last bite. He was a true gentleman through and through. 

The drive home was filled with constant loving stares back and forth, your hands resting intertwined on your thigh. When you guys got back to your place you didn't want to leave the car, it had been a while since you had a date like that. One filled with so much comfort and romance, one you never wanted to end. More often that you went on dates with sleazy men that picked you up two hours late and flirted with your hostess. Which resulted in you sneaking out the bathroom window and drinking your sorrows away at the bar. But you had a feeling you wouldn't be ditching any of your upcoming dates. 

Colin, being the gentleman he was, got out and went to open your door for you, much to his and your own dismay. You slid out of the seat and walked as slowly as possible to your front door. He held both your hands in his own. “This was fun.” He looked down at his shoes, not meeting your eyes, fearing you wouldn’t agree with him.

“It really was, we should do it again.” His head whipped up at your response, a smile taking hold of his features. 

“How does next Friday sound?”

“LIke it’s too far away.” He blushed at your words. “But I think I can wait till then if you continue to come by every morning.” 

“Well I couldn't very well start each day without the best cup of coffee in the world now could I?”

“Oh shut up.” You giggled, his heart fluttered at being able to make you laugh. What he wouldn't give to spend the rest of his life trying to make you laugh. A little warning light went off in him at that thought, was he seriously already thinking of spending his life with you. You guys had only met this week and it was only your first date. What if you thought he was moving too fast? What if you didn't want to even go out again? Wait, you had just said you wanted to go out again. He was spiraling, lost in his own thoughts. You saw his brow furrow and reached your hand out to smooth out his worry lines. 

“What’s bugging’ ya detective?” His eyes widened at hearing your sweet voice address him by detective. 

“Nothing, just lost in my thoughts.” His ears turned red at the realization he had just zoned out in front of you. You just giggled, moving your hand down to cup his face. He leaned into your soft touch and slowly moved his hands up to rest on your waist. He pulled you closer and you began to slowly move forward. Your lips connected, it was very soft and hesitant. You moved your other hand up to cup the back of his neck, running your fingers near the edges of his hair. The wind blew softly around you two, making your hair and his coat flutter. You pulled away and rested your foreheads together. You looked up at him through your lashes, reluctantly beginning to pull away. “Goodnight detective.” 

He pulled away as well, letting his hand linger in your own, holding on to your fingertips until he couldn't anymore. “Goodnight (y/n), I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“I can’t wait.” You closed the door and he stayed outside your door until he heard the locks click shut. Once he knew you were safe he made his way back to the car, pumping his arms in the air, in joy. 

Unknown to him you were watching his little display of happiness from your window. You did your best to suppress a fit of giggles as you sat down at the little window seat, unfastening your heels and tossing them to the floor. You tucked your feet underneath yourself and watched him get back into his car, a smile never leaving his face, and never leaving yours. You gently touch your fingertips to your lips, the lingering taste of his lips on your own. You sighed at the memory,  he was going to be the death of you. 

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[toraashi]

[ red string of fate ]

akaashi keiji x gn!reader

[ warnings/genre ]

fluff, brief mentions of alcohol, language

[ word count ]

1,665 words

Akaashi found himself zoning out far too much lately. During work, during time with friends, over dinner, and now on his second date this week. Stirring his food around with his chopsticks, he spun his noodles, lifting them to his mouth, and making eye contact with his date across the table as he did so. Through the haze of his thick lashes, he watched as they prattled on about some mindless work topic, their free hand waving aimlessly while the other wrapped around a glass of wine. 

He desperately tried not to, but once again, his mind trailed off, sapphire hues flicking to the dainty red knot tied around his pointer finger, following the thread as it trailed in front of him before vanishing in the distance. Akaashi, like many others, had all but given up on this fantasy. Finding your soulmate. The one for you. It was an exciting concept as a teenager, knowing that there was one person in the world that the universe assigned as yours, someone unique and entirely catered to you and your soul. Alas, as time drew on, reality set in. True, the concept was exciting, but there were several billion existing on this Earth, and many times people's strings would lead them to a cemetery. People often never found their soulmates regardless, and Akaashi had heard of people avoiding them. It was a confusing system, all but a naive dream, and most learned to maneuver through life disregarding it. After years of high school revelation and the words of others insisting he just ignore it, he'd finally began branching out, hoping to find peace with another.

Wasn't it disheartening to commit to someone knowing that there'd always be someone better out there, though? He bit his inner cheek in thought, pushing his glasses up his face as the person seated before him sighed.

“Akaashi-san, are you even listening?” Chin raising, he glanced at them, lips curling into an apologetic smile. They cupped their cheek with their hand, eyes reprimanding and bitter. "Your head's always in the clouds, Akaashi-san. It's infuriating." He fought the urge to roll his eyes. Level-headedness was a trait he took pride in; clearly, this person wasn't observing him like he was them. 

"I was listening. It's been a long day at work. I'm sorry I seem distracted." Repressing the distaste in his tone, he searched their eyes for relent, waiting for them to continue their rant. The person across the table groaned loudly, sliding a hand through their hair before moseying it across the table, knuckles brushing up against his. Akaashi's entire body grew stiff at the contact, discomfort swelling his being as they followed the path up his arm to his face, eyes tender and reluctant.

"Akaashi-san, I really like you," Was this supposed to feel so wrong? He'd been on a few dates with this person, and maybe they'd been more invested than he noticed, but every dinner felt empty and meaningless to him. Gemstone eyes fluttering closed, he let an exhalation drop from his pursed lips, fingers withdrawing. 

"I don't feel the same. Perhaps we shouldn't reschedule this date." Akaashi cushioned his words with deliberate sympathy, features softening while their's hardened. Guilt stung like a dagger in the back, and in an instant, he was attempting damage control. "I'm sorry-" 

"Shut the fuck up. You've been leading me on this whole time." Flinching at their biting words, he averted his gaze to his food, eyebrows furrowing with annoyance. 

"We're just not compatible." A huff sounded above him paired with a jingle of keys. He made no argument as they slid from the ornate chair, fingers digging into their waist as they examined him with hostility.

"I hope you find what you're looking for, but don't bother contacting me again." Grimacing, the boy didn't look as his former date stormed from the restaurant, leaving him with both the bill and an empty seat. Dating was much too complicated, he decided. Was it really worth the heartache for something he wasn't particularly invested in? Running a straggled hand through the inky waves on his scalp, he reached for his phone and unlocked it. 

11:30pm. 

He worked early the following day. Perhaps his date walking out on him was for the best. 

The scarlet thread tied neatly around his finger seemed to glow beneath the flaxen lights of the Italian rooftop restaurant, and he sighed for the millionth time that night, flagging the waiter down for the check.

Soulmates. 

Maybe Akaashi was indeed just a romantic at heart, a raging eclectic who refused to settle for anything below the best. He'd always viewed himself as level-headed, but after countless dates initiated by bored co-workers, he never felt the pull he longed for in a partner. 

A pull. 

Akaashi raised his hand peculiarly, noticing as the thread grew taut, tugging in a specific direction. A skipped heartbeat and his eyes followed the string over the ledge of the second floor, through the myriad of cars parked impatiently at the stoplight and to a figure across the way. They held their hand up suspiciously, staring at a glittering amber knot. 

Akaashi rose abruptly, nearly knocking his table over before quickly rifling through the cash in his wallet, splaying a debatable amount on the white tablecloth before grabbing his coat and pacing briskly through the restaurant. The stairs felt eons-long, his feet slapping against the metal, glasses fogging with the intensity of his breaths, but he could hardly care. Every moment in his life led up to this one. Pushing through the line of people, he exited the building, the cool night air biting his cheeks and painting them a rosy red. The tug of his hand directed him, almost as desperate as he to meet this mystery person. From this distance, he could tell they were bundled in a thick shadow-colored jacket in an attempt to fight the cold and the color of their shoe as they stepped into a taxi- 

"Wait!" He shouted over the traffic, jogging in between cars, spouting apologies left and right between incessant honks, the drivers swerving to avoid his form. "Wait! Sorry, one second." His fumbling through lanes of cars seemed to catch the person's attention, and they instantly perked up, features flooded with panic and concern. They leaned to the cab driver as his foot met the pavement once more, holding a lone finger, a plea on their lips. Goosebumps littered his skin as he turned to them, shivering in his navy turtleneck. Now that he was here, he was unsure of what to say. He'd been so eager to stop them, he hadn't thought of the consequences of his impulsive choice. What if they didn't want to meet him? What if they were dating already? A flurry of questions and insecurities pelted his mind in milliseconds; he barely caught the playful quirk of their lips tainted by a breath of exhaustion. 

"Can I help you? My cab can't wait all night." Refocusing, he peered into the dripping hues of their eyes, watching as the color glimmered beneath nearby shop lights. Their hair was dusted with snowflakes that he longed to brush away. He felt a pull towards them, something he'd been missing in dates for his entire life. "Hello? Stranger?"

"Sorry," He chuckled, embarrassment leaking from his words. "I saw you from the restaurant roof across the street, and I think you're my soulmate." God, that was so embarrassing to say, and he wrapped his arms around himself in consequence, hiding from both the cold and their reaction. They stared at him with the widest eyes he'd ever encountered, cheeks tickling with a blush before they held up their hand, palm facing towards his shivering form. 

"Can you see my string?" His heart nearly thumped from his chest as he revealed his own, nodding slowly and bringing it towards theirs. An inch filled with longing and tension separated the pair's fingertips, and his breath hitched when they pressed their palm to his, smiling tenderly. "Is this okay? I can't explain it, but I feel a pull to you already? Is that weird?" A laugh rumbled in his throat, and he was shaking his head vigorously.

"No. I feel the same." Relief billowed from their lungs, and their fingers collapsed in the spaces of his. 

"Aren't you cold?" They whispered, peeking up at him through thick lashes, a reserved timidness radiating from their form. He hummed, lifting their hands once more, pressing a feather-light, almost polite kiss to the back. 

"I'm not." And he wasn't. In their presence, he felt warm despite it all. A few shy glances later and the cab driver interrupted the moment.

"Oi! Am I taking you or not?" Disappointment fluttered through their features at the abrasive words of the chauffeur, and they removed their hand from his. Lips parting to break the news, he moved first, spluttering words without consent from his brain. 

"I can take you home. If you're comfortable, of course." Sunshine shot through them like lightning at his suggestion, and they pulled on the sleeves of their jacket, grinning giddily. 

"Are you sure? You barely know me." He'd never been more sure of anything in his life, but he went light on the dramatics, eager to please and impress.

"Like I said, if you're comfortable." Casting him a sparkling smile, they nodded eagerly, turning to the driver and sending him away. 

"All right, Stranger, lead the way." They chortled, skipping to his side. Akaashi returned the enthusiasm, offering his hand. Taking it with pleasure, his soulmate hummed, allowing him to lead the way. Guiding them through throngs of people towards his car, he glanced back tenderly. 

“My name’s Akaashi Keiji.” The dreamy look that swam through their eyes had him swooning. 

"That's a lovely name." They cooed, squeezing his hand before speaking their own.

Akaashi could get used to this. 

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[go-dark-turtle]

(This is for @leftsidebonfire for winning my Saucy N Spicy raffle event. This fan fiction does contain Joseph x Caesar so if you arent a fan please dont read. The Female reader is Jocasta so let's all pretend that's our name.

As always I have a Saucy N Spicy warning if you don't want to read further

Onwards to the fan fiction and please let me know your thoughts thanks~)

It's Fun N Bubbles.  

(A part 2 Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli x fem reader fanfiction)

EXTRA Saucy n Spicy~

(WARNING THIS DOES CONTAIN CAEJOSE IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ ANY FURTHER. Okay thanks :P) 

 

"Alright that's enough! Dismissed!" Lisa Lisa called on you all. 

You, Caesar and Joseph were practicing focusing your hamon powers on your fingertips holding your whole body up. You all collapsed laying over each other out of breath. 

"Ugh get your sweaty ass off me JoJo!" Caesar, disgusted , pushed the British man off him. 

"Oi don't touch me with your sweaty hands Caesar chan!" Joseph barked back.

You sighed as they started to bicker, you stood in front of them and sighed "Maybe it's about time we freshen up and maybe we can play poker later or something. Please get along. I hate to see you fight." 

They both looked down to you and felt bad that their little spat made you sad. Caesar caressed your cheek. 

"Ah Jocasta, my darling I'm sorry our fighting made you sad. I hope you can forgive me." Caesar stared into your eyes and smiled softly. You install melted on the spot 

"Ugh, casanova at it again." Joseph pushed him out the way and held your hand " I'm so sorry for Caesar being rude to you I hope you can excuse his behaviour." 

You sheepish grin as Caesar slowly approached him and dragged him away, you sighed again seeing them fight and you went back to your quarters. 

"Ugh I wanted to talk to her and you had to show off didn't you!" Caesar pouted 

"Heh, like you have a chance with her. It's me who is gonna win her over" Joseph winked and gathered his gloves from the ledge. "See ya later Caesar chan" 

Caesar's eyes followed him out the room and he realised he was going the wrong way. 

" Hey JoJo, you dumbass, you are going the wrong way!" Caesar threw a towel at him in the hallway.

"Heh, I know I wanted to check out some.... entertainment, wanna join me?" Joseph winked 

"This better not be another prank of yours JoJo I swear if it is... You will be sorry" Caesar folded his arms and glared at him. 

"As if I would do that Caesar chan~" Joseph stuck out his tongue and winked at him again. 

"Ugh, stop doing that!" Caesar punched his head

"OWWWW! Why you! Hrmph... I'll let you away with that... Come on lets goooooo" Joseph grabbed Caesar's arm and ran down the hallway. 

Meanwhile, you sighed as you dipped your hand into the running bath, checking that the temperature was just right. You smiled and removed your tank top and jeans and carefully stepped into the bath. The water felt so comforting the bubbles all around you, closing your eyes you tilted your head back and enjoyed the warmth easing your tired bones. 

"Look, isn't this great Caesar chan?" Joseph peeked in the crack of the door

"It would be if I could see. Out the way" Caesar nudged him out the way "Oh my, my, what a beautiful sight to behold." 

"You ass! This was my idea, remember so wait your turn!" Joseph nudged him out the way and looked in again "Oh yes, oh those bubbles are so lucky..." 

You giggle and you call out to them "You know I can hear you fighting out there, you better get in here before you get caught." 

Joseph and Caesar look at each other and scramble in the room and their jaws drop to the ground seeing you surrounded with bubbles. Their eyes sparkled and they both looked like they saw a tasty chocolate cake on display. 

"I see you've both stopped fighting, I hope it stays that way. So might you want to tell me why you were spying on me having a bath?" You smirked and raised your legs as you crossed them in the bath. 

The both of them looked at each other and started to blame the other for spying. 

"You know I could call on Lisa Lisa and tell her you sneaked all the way down here...." You smirked at the boys.

The boys paused and clasped their hands together and pleaded to you not to tell. "Please please don't let Lisa lisa know we've been up to no good. It's not our fault we both think you are so beautiful." Caesar placed his hands to his knees and bowed his head. 

"Caesar Chan is right, can you really blame us. But please don't tell Lisa Lisa, we'll do anything we promise." Joseph covered his face with his hands.  

"Hmmm." You smirked even more "Anything you say? Well alright then." 

You readjusted in the bath and folded your arms over your chest, there was a small opening in the bubbles that the boys got to see a cheeky peak of your chest. 

"OH WHOA!" Joseph's eyes shined with excitement. 

"MUMMA MIA!" Caesar joined Joseph in marveling at the cheeky display.

"Hm, I see you're both keen but here's what I would like for you both to do. It's just a simple request. I would like to see you both kiss. Just one kiss tongues and all and I'll keep my mouth shut." You winked 

"Wait you want me to kiss that casanova while you watch? Why?" Joseph fell back on his butt. 

"You are serious aren't you?" Caesar raised his eyebrow and questioned you 

"Oh yes, so get to it or else" You picked up a bell by the bath side table and raised your eyebrows and smirked. 

"WAIT OKAY OKAY WE'LL  DO IT DON'T RING IT!" Caesar stood up and flinched.

[CAEJOSE WARNING FOLLOWED BY SAUCY N SPICY WARNING] 

Caesar walked up to Joseph and held his hand and blushed slightly. You while in the bath had a smirk and was liking where this was going while clasping your hands. Joseph saw how you reacted and knew that you were going to enjoy this. Joseph threaded his fingers into Caesar's and looked deep into his emerald eyes. 

He whispered "Hey just relax and follow my lead." 

Caesar blushed and got flustered "AH JoJo what are you doing..." 

Caesar was cut off with Joseph gently gripping his waist and pressed his body against his. Joseph tilted the Italian's chin upwards and grinned 

"Next you'll say Joseph please be gentle this is my first time with you" Joseph smirked 

"Joseph please be gentle this is my... '' Caesar was caught off guard. 

Joseph grinned even more and kissed Ceasar right on the lips and started to rub his hip to relax him more. Caesar blushed and closed his eyes, the rubbing sensation on his hip felt so good. Joseph hummed as he saw Caesar was under his control and he glanced over to you. seeing your eyes were fixed on them both and you gasped for more to happen, Joseph raised the stakes a little. Joseph ran his hand down Caesar's thigh, the blondes eyes sprung opened and he looked at Joseph

"What are you doing?! Aren't we supposed to kiss?!" Caesar was shocked 

"Yes, but someone is a little excited by our display" Joseph winked at him. 

They looked over to you and your eyes filled with excitement and lust for them both you nodded for them to continue. Joseph smirked, he looked at Caesar and kissed down his neck. 

"Ah JoJo I.. had no idea you could pull these moves off..." Caesar softly cried out his cheeks flared up again. 

You bit your lip and enjoyed the action "Ah please don't stop on my behalf I want you both to have fun." 

"Heh, heh, I hope we will get a nice reward for our little display~" Joseph smirked as he reached under Caesar's shirt and pinched his nipple. 

"AHH! JoJo. Please be gentle." Caesar closed his eyes tightly feeling the sudden pinch on his nipple. 

"Hmm sounds like to me Caesar chan you are enjoying that aren't you?" Joseph smirked 

Caesar smacked his hand and glared at him, pushed him to the ground and pinned his hands to the floor. 

"Who said you could be in control?" Caesar's eyes glared over him 

"Ah caesar chan let's talk about this...." Joseph started to sweat. 

You on the other hand held your chest and sat forward seeing Caesar on top of Joseph, you licked your lips with excitement. 

"Hush now JoJo. We need to keep Jocasta happy otherwise we will be in trouble, so just relax and enjoy this moment." Caesar tilted his face to the side and slowly winked at Joseph 

Joseph couldn't help but fall for his charm and blushed. "All I ask is don't be so rough..." 

Caesar grabed Joseph's hand and held it to his chest "I wouldn't even dream of it. JoJo I'll be gentle with you~" 

Caesar started to slowly suck on Joseph's fingers which in turn made him blush and gasp softly. Caesar looked up to Jocasta and grinned. She was loving that Caesar was in control and wanted his lips on her body. She gently pressed her thumbs into her nipples and circled them as she continued to watch on. 

Caesar slowly caressed Joseph's face and planted a kiss right on his lips. A slight moan escaped his lips before Caesar sealed his lips over the British man's. Caesar, feeling more confident, quickly brought his hand down to Joseph's belt buckle and in one quick swift, woosh, off came his belt. He pulled from the kiss and looked at you again and got on all fours in front of Joseph. 

"Um Caesar chan what in the world are you doing?" Joseph for once was on edge unable to know what was going on in the Italian's mind. 

 "Mmm, just relax for me Mio Caro, leave the rest to me." Caesar grinned and looked at his zip. 

You bit your lip excited to see what Caesar had in mind, Caesar licked his lips and reached forward and gently bit the zip to Joseph's jeans and pulled it down he hooked his fingers inwards of the waistband and pulled them down in one fast motion. 

"Oh my JoJo so naughty you didn't wear any underwear. Do you see how naughty he is, Jocasta?" Caesar wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

You softly moaned and gasped seeing Joseph's length spring out from his jeans. Caesar held it gently in his hands and Joseph moaned loudly. 

"My, my looks like you are both excited aren't you? So naughty. Are you going to sit in that bathtub all day or are you going to help me out?" Caesar winked at you and titled his face to show off his smug smile. 

You raised your eyebrow and smirked back "Only because Joseph needs our attention, though I don't appreciate your attitude. On your knees now"   

You stepped out of the bath and walked behind Caesar and slowly pulled off his headband and tied his arms back.

You tiled his head back by gripping his hair and you whispered in his ear "Do as you are told or you will be punished."

He nodded a thousand times and obeyed "Good. Glad to see you are behaving now. I trust you will make sure Joseph is satisfied, yes?" 

He nodded again and he lowered himself to Joseph's length and kissed his tip gently, you smirked and bit your lip hearing the soft licking sounds Caesar made  and Joseph's heavy breathing. 

"And as for you Joseph, you can satisfy me. I want nothing but the best, understand?" You winked at him. 

Joseph winked back " You got it babe. Hop on board the Joestar express~"  

You smirked and rested your knees either side of his shoulder and sat on his chest gently. You looked down to him and played with your nipples. He grunted with Caesar pleasuring his length and held your hips. 

"Beg for me to sit on your face." You were determined and looked at Caesar worshipping Joseph's member.  

"Please Jocasta sit on my face and I'll send you into overdrive" He bit his lip and looked up to you with lustful eyes moaning softly

Hearing him begging for you softly you lifted your hips and gently lowered yourself to his face. He smiled and closed his eyes and could smell your sweet tangy juices, he slowly lapped them up as you clencthed your fist on the ground and bucked into him slowly. 

"MMMmmmm. Just like that don't let up." You looked behind and noticed Caesar stopping for a breather.

 Annoyed, you leaned back exposing your nub for Joseph to pleasure and you gripped Caesar's hair " I told you to do as you're told now get back to it." 

You pushed his head down on Joseph's length Caesar moaned softly and bucked his own hips. He took the whole of Joseph in his mouth, you smirked and grind your hips more for Joseph's tongue to get to work. 

"AAaahhh I'm going to..." You gripped Joseph's arms and creamed into his mouth and you slowly crawled off him. 

You sat to the side, playing with yourself, you were excited as you  watched Caesar still tied up sucking on Joseph deeply and Joseph holding his head he was near to explosion. 

"Ahh ahh caesar please slow down I'm going to..." Joseph leaned his head back and cried out. 

"Caesar stop!" You demanded.

He paused and looked at you, smirking at the blonde you held his tied up arms forward and helped him to his feet. you ushered Joseph to come over too.

"I can't wait anymore. I need you both, bit Caesar chan. You are still naughty so you wont get untied so i guess a little teamwork comes into play here. if you can both work together you can both fuck me." You smirked and caressed both their faces. 

"Are you thinking what I am thinking about Caesar chan?" Joseph smirked and his length was back at its peak. 

"Heh, you know it, for once I'll follow your lead, JoJo." Caesar smirked and he was ready and waiting for some action. 

You smirked as they approached you on either side, Caesar with his arms still tied behind him nodded to Joseph, the british young man, hoisted your hips and faced you towards caesar. 

"if you don't mind sweetheart, you could hang onto caesar chan. I'll support you from here. caesar it's all you." Joseph grinned and he pushed his chest into your back. 

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around Caesar's neck. Joseph lifted your butt and guided you to Caesar's length. Caesar moaned as he entered your front. You rested your head into the crook of his shoulder and he slowly and gently bucked his hips into you. You softly moaned his name. 

"That's it, tesoro, call out for me and enjoy the pleasure." Caesar nuzzled his face next to yours as he continued on. 

"Hey wait a minute, don't forget I helped too right," Joseph smirked. "Get ready" 

He rubbed your butt cheeks and spread them wide and bit his lip seeing the fantastic view before him, he rubbed himself and lined it up to the opening. 

"This might be a bit of a tight fit. Caesar keep her relaxed for me." Joseph prodded against the opening 

You moaned loudly and Caesar whispered "Please enjoy our pleasures, I will be as gentle as I can for you." 

Joseph slowly entered your ass and you screamed out in pleasure, Joseph held your hips and started to pound you quickly while Caesar was slow and steady in the front. Overwhelmed with both pleasures you felt dizzy. 

"Ahh, Joseph, Caesar, you both feel so good. Please unleash yourselves within me. I'm going crazy!" You moaned loudly. 

"You heard her Joseph let's do this then shall we" Caesar looked up to him 

Joseph smirked "Heh, heh, let's go Caesar chan." 

You dug your nails into Caesar's back as they both thrust their hips into you, you moaned and squealed loudly for them. They both got so excited they moaned softly and then they both unleashed their wave at the same time. 

You all collapsed to the ground and you all snuggled into each other. 

"I believe that little session was needed don't you agree boys?" You grinned 

"Heh, most definitely." Joseph snuggled his face into your right breast. 

"And it was worth all the pain from training." Caesar snuggled into the left breast. 

You all smiled, cuddling and all feeling loved. 

THE END. 

#jojo bizarre adventure #joseph joestar #caesar zeppeli #caesar x joseph #joseph x caesar #fem reader x Joseph x Ceaser #joseph joestar x reader #caesar x reader #saucy n spicy

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

EZEKIEL ‘EZ’ REYES W/ DAUGHTER ⨟ HEADCANON

@wrcn9fvlcver asked: Hello hello! First of all i loveeee your writing and i was wondering if u would be up for some daddy ez I absolutely love the idea of ez with a little girl and maybe some tio angel action?

Word Count: 1.1k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @starrynite7114 💖

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Ez loves to spend the whole day with your daughter. He loves Lola more than anything in this world.

Every time you tell him that he has to pick her up from school, he falls into the ‘sweetest daddy mood’. He wears one of Lola's favorites shirt of the collection he has. He also sprays some of that Hugo Boss cologne you bought for him, that EZ uses only in special occasions.

He usually rides to school ten minutes before her classes are done, enough time to buy her some flowers. He's a charming prince.

“God, your dad is fucking hot”.

Sometimes you can't understand how a thirteen year old girl can talk like that. Your daughter raised an eyebrow somewhat confused, looking at her friends because of the comment. You never warn Lola when EZ is going to pick her up, because your husband loves to surprise your little girl. The youngest Reyes is sitting sideways on his black Harley, cross-armed, holding the half-dozen of white roses and that smile that can burn down the world just in a second because of the over cuteness.

“Gid, yir did is fickin' hit”. She replies somewhat upset with a singing voice, rolling her eyes.

Grabbing her bag with a hand in the handle, she runs fast to her dad who is already walking towards her when their eyes finally meet again. EZ hugs her tightly with an arm, leaving some kisses on her cheek, before taking the bag to give her daughter the roses.

“Did you have a good day, pequeña?”

“Sí, papá. Solo… un poco largo”. (Yes, dad, just a little bit long). She says shrugging her shoulders, holding his free hand with her own to reach the motorbike.

“Ok, we're going to the clubhouse. Chucky is cooking quesadillas for you”. EZ helps her to put on the helmet, before keeping the bag in one of the leather's one at a side of the bike. “The crew is already waiting”.

“Leti is there too? I wanna show her something”. Lola asks sitting by his father back, holding somewhat better her flowers. She's a good rider, it's in her veins, and she doesn't need to wrap EZ's waist when he turns the motorcycle on.

Coco and Angel usually fight on who gets to hug her first. Both are her tíos. Lola spend a lot of time at Coco's house, because Leti usually helps her with homework. But Angel is her original tío. He understands that his brother is her father, he respect that. But he is extremely jealous with other guys. Even with women. Vicki can't hug her, because Angel is already doing it. Lola is his most precious thing in world. He took care of her since she was born, turning himself into a fucking mix of pitbull, doberman and rottweiler whenever EZ or you aren't close. His niece is a baby he must protect at all fucking cost. No matter if she was fifty years old. A. Baby. He. Must. Protect. At. All. Fucking. Cost. You understand it?

“DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER, MAN”.

Angel is holding your daughter between his strong arms, while she's laughing so hard she almost drowns herself with her own saliva, turning over his feet to avoid everybody presence close of them. Creeper and Gilly are trying to play with her, but your brother-in-law is needy of showing Lola how precious she is. Like a fucking diamond surrounded by trash.

“IT'S MY FUCKING TURN.”

“C'MON! YOU'RE HOGGING HER, BROTHER!” Coco complains too, so furious he wants to punch Angel's face.

“WELL, SHE'S LOLA REYES. NOT LOLA CRUZ. NOT LOLA VARGAS. NOT LOLA LOPEZ. REYES. YOU FUCKIN' HEAR ME? LOLA FUCKIN' REYES. GO FIND YOUR FUCKIN' OWN NIECE”.

“Tío Angel!”

“'Amma fuckin' wrong, beautiful and precious baby, love of my life, my one and only, my princess, luz de mi vida?”

“EH, SHE'S MY DAUGHTER. BLOW ME, BITCH!”

EZ comes from nowhere, taking his daughter as if she actually is a baby. For god's sake. But she's having a lot of fun seeing how her father always wins every single battle.

Bishop only ask your husband for help when Lola is doing something with the guys, so he can be with his daughter all the time possible.

Everybody is totally in love with her. But what EZ feels for her escapes the limits of understanding. His daughter. His family. A piece of himself and a piece of the love of his life, all in one. You've been together for almost fourteen years, and she wasn't something planned: but the best gift you two could ever have.

His favorite thing to do together is lie down on the sofa, after having some delicious homemade dinner, to read her Federico Garcia Lorca's poetry. EZ has been doing it since the first time she slept at home, so small, so cute, so tiny. He has never read her fairy tales, but spanish poems. As Felipe does when they're together.

“... Se dejó el balcón abierto, y el alba por el balcón desembocó todo el cielo. ¡Ay, que vestida con mantos negros”.

EZ has a hand caressing her back, with the small book raised on air in the other one, reciting each poem with passion.

“Dad.”

“Ah?”

“When I leave to the university, I'll call you every night so you can read me another poem.”

“Ok, mi amor, I promise.” He replies kissing her head before continuing.

Your husband also taught her spanish as soon as she started to talk, and you couldn't feel more proud of his daddy skills since ever, as if he had a lot of children before Lola.

He wants his little girl to run the world.

Lola knows how to fight and defend herself. She speaks english, spanish, apache (because Taza said it would be amazing) and italian. She's the smartest girl you ever knew. She's polite, gentle, loving, responsible… And you know why? Because of your husband. Yeah, you do your ‘mom work’ pretty well. But, let's be sincere, every time you see EZ being the best dad ever, you fall more for him.

EZ cries when he listens your daughter telling you how much she loves him, or asking you once and again how you two met, or comparing her dad with their friends', without knowing he's hearing her. And he also does it when you reply how much you love him, how lucky you're for finding him in life, and how much you get melted every time you find them sleeping together in the sofa after a long day waiting for you to come from the hospital.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #ez reyes x reader #ezekiel reyes #ez reyes #ezekiel reyes x reader

[harringtonsbae]

Hi!!! Can I have a male matchup for Harry Potter in the Golden Trio Era?

19, Southeast Asian with Spanish descent, Libra, Bi Pan and Genderfluid, ENFJ-A/ENFJ-T, and a proud muggleborn Ravenclaw. Short (5'1"), chubby with kinda cherubic-like face, chic messy/wavy brunette hair, chocolate brown eyes, oriental skin, and boyish-emo sense of fashion with korean makeup look.

Really quiet, soft spoken, distant, and timid around random people (to the point they think I'm modest, demure, immaculate, and educated) but once I finally open up it's totally opposite---super talkative, rowdy-mouthed, laughing loudly on a daily basis, creative, talented, expressive, swears like a sailor, very clumsy, witty, passionate, religious, very supportive, unfortunate, super childish, determined, thriving, speaks with sarcasms, has a lamest sense of humour, gets excited so easily, skittish, forgetful, and unashamed to be myself but can be awkward around the strangers. Nice and kind to good people, but an opposite who isn't

Opinionated and EXTREMELY COMPETITIVE, in terms of academics and extra curricular activities (even I'm a procrastinator---I still ace them like what kind of sorcery I did?) that's why I got frustrated and dissappointed quickly if I failed, because I thought people I know is pressuring me, but I tried to keep moving forward once I already cheered up.

I may come off as stubborn, feisty, tough, demanding, and harsh if I get really angry also demanding and intimidating if things aren't all right, but my deeper self is sensitive, insecure of my physical appearance (some people around me makes fun of it and it's rude), and fragile who cries easily also has strong beliefs and reasoning, like fighting for my dreams to the point it'll become a debate because of my brashness. But I'm also willing to help or give up something as long I can, they think I'm selfish, but not really---I do have biased sentimental value and I have a different way how do I care---by being supportive and giving gifts also teaching them, in addition I have an emotional overwhelm, I get flustered too quickly, blush on compliment, and melt over wholesomeness.

My interests are arts, choir, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writings.

My hobbies are are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. I'll include making corniest jokes/puns, sleeping, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD). I also used to learn Italian language a bit.

Oof- I love you! Ron Weasley! Yes another Weasley!

•Ron loves you, no questions asked

•He has a VERY soft spot for people who are shy when they meet new people, but are really open when they are themselves

•It’s a reward for him when he gets to see your true self.

•You may not see eye-to-eye at times but it normally ends in really good makeup sex sweet cuddles on the the couch or in bed.

•Listen, this man would follow you anywhere anytime

•Would try his ‘lame’ nose jokes on you (I don’t know if you’ve read cursed child or not)

•He loves to join you in funny dance parties/runway shows that only you two get to do probably ends in sex

•He would definitely think roleplay was just for sex until he met you:

“What do you mean ‘Do you want to roleplay?’ Isn’t that for sex?”

•Ends up loving it, but he would never admit it

•He has the Weasley family sex drive for sure, so don’t even underestimate him

•When he first started dating you he would try to be romantic by going to your house and throwing rocks at your window until you either open it or look at him through it. There’s definitely a speaker playing some cheesy song in the background

•Later he takes you to go sit somewhere in a field and watch the stars while talking about anything

•Okay, so you guys are a literal power couple, no one ever plays games with you two because you guys always win

•He is smitten with you no doubt

•He probably gets jealous of Percy when he starts trying to talk to you about documentaries, social issues in the wizarding world, and would probably try to start debates with you. Your Ron’s world, one that he wouldn’t share ever, period

•Ugh you guys are a power couple and I can not stress it enough

I hope this is good! I’m still new to shipping people lol

Lots of love, babes<3

[icemankazansky]

Ray Levoi/Walter Crow Horse for the ship meme!

Your wish is my command.

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Who cooks? Ray sometimes cooks, begrudgingly, but Crow Horse hates the healthy shit he comes up with, and enjoys cooking, besides, so mostly he doe sit.

Who’s the messiest? The cleanest? Crow Horse isn't so much messy as disorganized. Ray is uber organized and habitually neat.

Who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown? Crow Horse, because Ray doesn't know how.

Living space has a leak! Who fixes it? Ray.

Who buys the groceries? They go together, because Crow Horse forgets to buy fruit and Ray only buys lean protein and never any beer.

Going out to eat: Who pays? Who orders the most food? And who has dessert? Ray likes it when Crow Horse pays, so he almost always does. Ray eats like a bird; Crow Horse always orders extra and usually a dessert.

Would they go to the beach? Ray's stepdad's family has a place on the beach, and they've been a couple times. Ray gets sunburnt, and Crow Horse yells at him for being sunburnt.

Who knows how to swim? Who doesn’t? They can both swim, technically, but Crow Horse is a bit clumsy in the water.

Is someone multilingual? Do they try to teach another language to the other? How does it go? Ray speaks Spanish and is passable in Russian and Italian, but Crow Horse doesn't care. When Ray first moves to the rez, Crow Horse painstakingly teaches Ray to speak Lakota. Ray's an eager student, and has a faculty with languages, but he's impatient.

Any pets? Or plants? Ray keeps Jimmy, much to Crow Horse's irritation. When Jimmy passes away from old age, though, Crow Horse comes home with a little puppy in a cardboard box for him.

Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights? Showers, mostly, because they are utilitarian. They do enjoy showering together.

Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least? Ray is fine with silence. Crow Horse, less so, but he doesn't mind doing most of the talking. Ray is a good listener.

Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up? They're both pretty regimented in their sleep, although Crow Horse will occasionally stay up to watch basketball; Ray usually falls asleep before halftime.

Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind? Secretly Ray. Crow Horse doesn't mind at all.

Vacation ideas: who decides them? Where would they go, if anywhere? They almost always go to see Ray's folks, since they're so far away, or to powwows that aren't all that far.

|| NSFW ||

How often do they have sex, if at all? A lot. Like, a lot.

Who brings ideas? Who initiates? Crow Horse knew Ray was really in the relationship when he started initiating.

Any kinks they clash on? No. They're not that kinky, and they're both good sports.

Oddest place they’d have sex? In the back of the squad car.

Favourite positions? Face to face.

Dom/top? Sub/bottom? Any switches? Crow Horse is a little dominant, but their sex is mostly vanilla.

Genital headcanons? No comment.

Favourite erogenous zones? Ray: Pulse points, especially the one in the throat, hips. Crow Horse: Stomach, thighs.

Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs? Ray likes it when Crow Horse gives him orders, but doesn't like anything demeaning; Crow Horse likes when Ray's in uniform. Crow Horse melts when Ray gets in his lap, and anytime Crow Horse lifts Ray up—onto a counter, into his arms, etc.—is immediately go time for Ray.

First to orgasm? Last to orgasm? Who comes the most? Does someone ever end up unfinished? Crow Horse usually comes first, but Ray usually comes more. Crow Horse blames it on the age difference.

Favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm? Ray likes it when Crow Horse talks to him in Lakota during, even back when he only knew a few words.

How are their afterglows? Crow Horse would happily turn over and get to sleep, but Ray likes to be touched after, and Crow Horse likes making Ray happy more than he likes sleep, so usually they cuddle.

Who’s loud? Who’s quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? Ray is embarrassingly loud. Crow Horse is endlessly amused by this.

Lights on or off? Do they look at each other? Or is someone embarrassed? Both, depending on location and time of day. Ray's a little embarrassed by talking about sex and some of the places Crow Horse wants to have sex when they first get together, but he gets over it pretty quick. When they're face to face, there's a lot of eye contact.

Open or closed relationship? Do they sometimes share? NO.

#asks answered #ship memes #headcanons #ray levoi x walter crow horse

[ladyadalicialove]

Me, says I will be on hiatus and probs won’t post anything cus exams and essays

Also me: procrastinating very hard

Don't mind me just salty about the new episode and what not...also I don’t want to finish my essay.

Anyway since Chat Blanc was basically fanservice that served no significant purpose to the plot of the show other than "what if" scenarios. I've decided to share some AUs to put some good wholesome content back into the fandom. 

Also I need to write these things down before I forget....

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Previous Holder is now your Babysistter AU

(I don’t have an actual name for it lmao suggestions?)

I’ve had this one in head for a couple of months now. The premise of this AU is the miraculous doesn't just come with the Kwami but a ghost/apparition of the previous holder. Unlike the kwami's they aren't what makes the suit or have any magical abilities. Rather they are just glorified babysitters, looking after and guiding the new holder the best they can. Some are some magical rules with them though:

Only the miraculous holder and thier Kwami can see them, when they are still in their civilian forms.

 They don’t disappear when the holder transform.

When other miraculous holders are transformed they can see other holder’s apparition, but when they undo the transformation they can no longer see them. 

The holders and kwamis can touch them as if they were real, but they phase through everything and everyone else.

I liked the idea of the holders prior to Marinette and Adrien being a pirate and a sailor who fell madly in love. They unfortunately died together and never had kids so when they came back as “mentors” for two lovesick teens they adopt them so quickly.

Adrien gets Captain Noir, the most ferocious and seductive pirate of the seven seas! And she absolutely adores Adrien and quickly assumes a motherly role in his life. The captain doesn’t like that he is alone in the mansion and gives every second of her attention to him. She calls him her "big kitten" and tries to ruin Gabriel's day every second she can. She also despises Nathalie but tolerates Gorilla.

Marinette gets Commander Bug, a stoic and ever so suave solider of his majesty's Royal Navy. He is very chill and helps Marinette to calm down when she starts acting up. Since he is a high ranking soldier, he often assists Marinette in creating strategies to defeat villains in both her hero and civilian life. Tbh he is a very reliable guy and very sweet. 

Honestly the two of them basically become parents to the two lovesick teens... and I imagine the story would literally be them ready to throw hands with Gabriel and Lila. Commander bug though ever so serious, meets Lila and immediately takes on the Captain Noir’s more... vulgar traits. 

Commander Bug: Hey Marinette *nudges her* Dead men tell no tales. 😎 *makes obscene gesture towards Lila*

Marinette: FOR THE LAST TIME IM NOT MURDERING LILA

Tikki: no wait maybe he has a point

Captain Noir: Ye really need to scupper that deadbeat father of yours off the side of this building. Hey Plagg, do ye think I can take custody of Adrien??

Adrien: I’m not throwing my father off the building!! He can be nice!!

Captain Noir: Oh no ye have Stockholm syndrome... maybe I can cure it with some rum?? That always helped the new sailors who were home sick! 😱

Adrien: oh my god I’m only fourteen 😦

Plagg: *laughing hysterically* at least you can drink your woes away!!! 😂🤣

And yes they both like the Couffaines mainly because they live on a boat. 

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The Mythical Miraculous AU:

I wrote and planned this one before it was revealed there are multiple miraculous boxes. So in this universe let’s just say that the events of feast never happened. Prior to the “episode” Fu relinquishes guardianship and loses his memories. Let’s say there is no sentimonster that caused the downfall of the monks but rather Fu causing the temple to burn down another way. How? Maybe he left a torch unsupervised and burned the place down. Why? Idk that’s just how it’s happening now.

Anyway this AU stemmed from doing so many OC drawing requests in January. And I created seven miraculous OC's whose kwamis/concept are based on the seven virtues. They are also all based on mythical creatures.

In the story I imagined that Marinette is 17 and was giving guardianship over the miracle box some time ago. One day while messing around with it, she discovers that underneath the ying and yang centre piece there was cyclinder compartment that contained a parchment. Unrolling it had printed on it six locations along with the name of the miraculous associated.

Tikki informs her of the seven miraculous that were created as backups if the the miracle box or miraculous’ were ever stolen, lost, destroyed etc. Basically the last resort. Thus they needed to be kept out of the miracle box and in the world and always ready to defend. Hence they were given to families across Europe/Asia who promised their loyalties to the miraculous cause. 

Marinette decides since it’s summer break and she isn’t busy, to find each of them and get them to help in the fight against Hawkmoth. Tikki just rolls with it.

In no particular order these are the mythical miraculous and their holders:

London, UK ~ The Unicorn and Pegasus Miraculous of Kindness and Humility: They are currently owned by 12 year old British Twins, Iris and Ivy. They come from a rich family and only recently acquired the miraculous from their father and uncle. Ivy is all about sports and is extremely athletic, Iris prefers to read and paint. Apollo is Ivy’s kwami and he is a white unicorn, and Artemis is Iris’ kwami and is a black pegasus. The miraculous are anklets. 

Sovana - Tuscany, Italy ~ The Ogre Miraculous of Charity: Currently owned by Raphael, a 21 year old Italian guy studying Archaeology. He lives out in the Italian countryside with his parents and many siblings, he has a big family who owns a huge block of farmland. He is super kind and very charitable and received his miraculous from his Nonna. Orc is Raphael’s kwami and he is a selfish little bastard but he is huggable. The miraculous is a belt buckle.

Nice, Paris ~ The Pooka Miraculous of Diligence: Currently owned by Colette, a 25 year old French girl who is busy teaching six year olds, she doesn’t have any family as she was orphaned as an infant. She has always had her miraculous as she was left at the orphanage with it. She was unfortunately never adopted out, but she is extremely motivated individual with big dreams. Cinna is Colette’s kwami, she is quite lazy and often called Cinna-bun. The miraculous is a hair clip.

Kazan, Russia ~ The Phoenix Miraculous of Chastity/Abstinence: Currently owned by Orion, a flamboyant and arrogant 30 year old. He is extremely beautiful and a very proud man, and most would think he is a bit of a f*ckboi but nope. He is just saving himself for the right person. His father gifted him the miraculous when he was 15. Newborn is Orion’s kwami, and she is little b*tch and very stuck up. The miraculous is an armband.

Nazareth, Israel ~ The Griffin Miraculous of Patience: Currently owned by Nevaeh, a 16 year old revolutionist and active feminist. She has big ideas and big dreams that she hopes with enough dedication and patience she can achieve. Unlike the others, she received the miraculous from her dying neighbour, who was an old man in his nineties who had no children. Nevaeh may not be an intended holder but she is a brilliant one! Constance is Navaeh’s kwami, she is extremely wise and a soft speaker. The miraculous is a thumb ring. 

Seoul, Korea ~ The Sea Serpent Miraculous of Temperance: Currently owned by 19 year old aspiring pop singer Levi. Levi is extremely shy and laid back, he tends to be soft-spoken and polite.Often he dreams of being an Idol but his shy personality isn’t doing him any favours. His older brother was originally the miraculous holder but instead of accepting any potential responsibility he dumped it onto him. It was originally gifted to his brother by their mother. Sai is Levi’s kwami, he is extremely skittish and is just riddled with anxiety over the belief of the world ending. He is a bit of a conspiracy theorist. The miraculous is a fin pendant necklace.

Of course Marinette in three months convinces them all to go to Paris and stay there until the defeat of Hawkmoth. 

During her travels and time with them, she unravels the mysterious of these seven miraculous and their history. What are their abilities? Why do they specifically correlate with the seven virtues? How powerful are they? 

Ivy and Iris stemming from a rich family, rent out a lovely penthouse for the seven of them in Paris. Colette decides to be the legal guardian of the minors since she actually is French. Orion decides he is gonna be a dick. The rest are there for a good time and to kick a buterrfly's butt. And thus ensue chaos, pranks, romance and a whole lotta arguing. 

I can only imagine all the kwami’s and Marinette sitting, drinking green tea while watching these seven holders become absolute hooligans.

I already drew up concept art of them but they are not good sketches so yeah maybe I will show you guys another time.

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Idk why I think this but I just figured everyone would hate AUs like this so I don’t bother posting these ideas especially if they are not fleshed out. I have so many but these are my most promising ones. 

The previous holder AU is one of my favourites because I had Captain Noir and Commander Bug’s story in my head forever. I love me some pirates. I know their whole miraculous story, like how they fell in love and why she became a pirate etc. The part where they become ghost mentors is a fairly new addition, been rolling it around for a month now and it is 100% caused by the shitty parenting via la agreste.  

The mythical miraculous one is extremely fun for me, but it was one of those AUs were I believed no one would like it so....yeah enjoy it?

If you wanna know more about each one send me an ask or send names suggestions!!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculousladybug #mlb #marinette dupain cheng #marinette #adrien agreste #miraculousau #previous holder au #mythical miraculous au #adrien gets a good parental figure #this is me procrastinating #ml season 3

[movienotesbyzawmer]

August 26: Mission: Impossible III

(previous notes: Mission: Impossible II)

Another one I haven't seen since it first came out (fifteen years ago!), but I remember liking it. Other than the exciting new personnel in the cast and in the director's chair, I really can't remember any details about this.

The director is, of course, J.J. Abrams. He comes in scalding hot from his television work, most notably Lost, and is making his feature directorial debut here before eventually directing what is currently the top-grossing movie of all time in the US. There was reason at the time to expect an improvement over the spotty second entry, but what does it say that I can't remember anything at all… okay let's start it.

You know how movies often love to tease the audience by opening with a really really exciting scene that's supposed to blow your mind and make you go OH my GOD like HOW did we GET to this VERY EXCITING SITUATION and then they jerk it all away and start from the beginning, this movie begins with that. That and very "modern" shaky shaky handheld camera stuff. I don't like that handheld stuff but whatever.

After the credits it's clearly back to before-problem. Ethan is having a chill dinner party with his girlfriend who is not Thandie Newton but who is definitely being tortured by Phillip Seymour Hoffman in the opening tease.

That is subtly interrupted by a covert request to meet at a convenience store for some espionage and, perhaps less subtly, a lot of exposition. Very unnatural dialogue lets us know that Ethan is not in the field any more, he is a trainer, but one of his trainees is in trouble with PSH and will he help please. Also that was his fiancée not his mere girlfriend. That is a much more elite status. High stakes OMG.

Off to Berlin, and I'm reminded that the previous movie didn't do as much globetrotting; it was pretty much in Australia the whole time. I like location diversity.

The rescue of the played-by-Keri-Russell former protégé is not a stealthy one. They plant a bunch of blowy-uppy things around the rusty warehouse where they're torturing her and cause chaos to help them get to her and shoot their way out. There is no mask-craft so far.

After a cocky moment where Ethan demonstrates that being down to only one bullet was just fine with him, there's a cool shot where a closeup of Ethan has a nicely-framed surprise explosion behind him.

Much splody. So much splody. Maybe M:I3 is the one that should be remembered as The Splody One. There are rockets toppling wind turbines being negotiated by chasing helicopters. But the most suspenseful issue is that KR has a secret surprise blowy-uppy in her bloodstream. A race to maybe do something about it doesn't work and she dies. I remember predicting her death to my friends before the movie started, but it didn't make those friends like me any better.

Worth noting that J.J. Abrams is not wrong to apparently think we will think all the wind turbine imagery will look pretty neat.

Before dying, KR sent a postcard to Ethan, and not even in a normal way, in a "Hi is this Rollo Tamassy? I was given explicit instructions to let you know there is a delivery for you in dead Keri Russell's mailbox" kind of weird way. The postcard had a blank microdot hidden under the stamp. Feels slightly eye-rolly. Simon Pegg is now in the movie now, though, so that's cool.

Ethan had to have a serious talk with Julia about how serious his life is or something, and they get married like right there in a storage room! Then Ethan and the team go to the Vatican and do a heist there. It's an okay heist that involves seeming like bickering Italian van drivers and then changing into different costumes. No masks though. They still look like themselves. J.J. Abrams clearly told people, "why should I watch the other Mission Impossible movies when I literally made Alias".

They shoot magic sticky pebbles near cameras to make them not work, this is important to their method, but I'm not sure how this is supposed to end, aren't they kidnapping PSH or something?

0:47:57 - Welly welly well, what have we here, they have the mask machine! We actually see it 3D-print a PSH mask, now we talkin

Ooh, and we also get to see a whole thing about the voice disguise technology, Ethan has a PSH mask on and he forces the real PSH at gunpoint to say a script to teach the tech thing his voice, but it's not ready in time when he has to say stuff in disguise and there is suspense there, I like it!

They successfully completed the heist of stealing PSH from the Vatican, even though we didn't see exactly how they transported his sedated body out of there but okay

"Whoever it is I'm gonna find her and I'm gonna hurt her", we're seeing PSH be a villain on a level that one really doesn't see very much.

Ethan responds to that by doing an odd thing that I guess would be described as "dangling him from the bottom of a plane that is flying up in the air and therefore scary". He's trying to figure out what "rabbit's foot" is, which we heard about in the opening tease. We still don't know what it is. I've known for fifteen years apparently and even I don't know what it is so

The next exotic location on our tour appears to be the bridges connecting the Florida Keys, and things get splody again! Rocket bombs destroy the bridges they're on plus also some of the vehicles that are around. Right before that happened we saw the secret video message that KR had hidden in that microdot pre-her-unfortunate-death, and it was the news that the spy executive we've seen a couple of times, played by Lawrence Fishburne, is secretly a bad guy. So the rocket-equipped military force that is recklessly decimating bridges and automobiles is probably under Spy Executive's direction. Kind of rash doing all this destruction.

Oh, I remember that shot! Ethan is running away from a car that is the victim of a rocketplosion, and the force of that throws him in a way you don't see very much, it was probably hard to make it look that good. There are other cool shots in this sequence too.

Oh I like this I like this… the bad guys that are under the direction of Spy Executive have apprehended Ethan just after he found out that PSH kidnapped Julia. He has 48 hours to do a "rabbit's foot" something for PSH in order to save Julia, but he's all restrained and has a strange mask on, but what I like is that Billy Crudup, who is Spy Executive's lackey, did a trick that required Ethan to read his lips. BC knows what's up and is helping Ethan, it's exciting.

1:21:53 - Ethan has escaped and met up with his crew (hey, we have hardly even seen Simon Pegg, what is up with that), and they're doing a heist plan, and it involves drawing skyscrapers on glass and the camera angle matches the actual skyscrapers and it's pretty cool especially when he's doing geometry and actual mathematic calculations to plan some kind of corporeal transfer between two skyscrapers.

That scene is followed by a very impossible-looking shot of Ethan on top of a Shanghai skyscraper; it zooms in from way far away and then circles him and stays on him having a conversation with Ving Rhames, all one shot.

Then a very exciting sequence, the one that was planned for so academically before; Ethan does a super crazy run off the top of the building, and the bungee thing he's attached to does cool looking stuff to get him to swing to the actual building that is his destination, but it's on a sloping thing and he slides down it and there are bad guys he has to shoot. His job is challenging.

I keep forgetting to note this but I do keep observing with satisfaction that the score is all orchestral and traditional, none of the neo-slickrawk of the last two.

Things happened so fast that I didn't quite comprehend how all of his leaps and swings resulted in him obtaining the "rabbits foot", but I guess the thing that looks like a cartridge-container for a pneumatic tube conveyer that has a thing with a radioactivity symbol on it is that. What even is.

The meeting to do the exchange of Julia & "rabbit's foot" is set up and pretty quickly we're caught up to the tease from the beginning. We now are enjoyably frustrated that Ethan thinks he gave them the "rabbit's foot" but dude is asking for it and it's like wut dood I gave it? That ends with PSH seemingly shooting Julia and BC showing up and clearly being in cahoots with the bad guys after all. And it was a fake Julia in a masky-mask, the real one is still okay somewhere. Masked-and-now-dead woman is someone we saw as PSH's translator at the Vatican and the expository dialogue that helps us know this is so artificial-seeming that it reminds us that elaborating on who that really was is kind of pointless and laborious.

This long monologue by BC, mixed too quiet again, also tries to explain his point of view, but I can't quite get it. He says something about the "rabbit's foot", are we supposed to know what it is yet? He mumbled something about a "middle eastern buyer".

1:44:45 - Somehow Ethan was able to get Simon Pegg on the phone after biting his way away from BC (SHHH NO TIME TO EXPLAIN), and then he gets to the top of a suburban Shanghai house and a shot is really cool showing that and it moves and follows him in a cool way, and then the subsequent shots of him running through the streets are cool, he's on the phone with SP who is telling him exactly which little city streets to turn into.

Just as he has found Julia and is maybe going to rescue her, he gets a big headache and we remember that he has the same mini-splody in him that killed KR, and PSH shows up, pretty bad news. PSH delivers his threatening dialogue in a vividly psychopathic way.

PSH's end is dumb, especially on paper. He turns is back on Ethan, who is easily able to jump him and fight him. The fight spills out into the street and a lucky car accident seems to fatally maim PSH while leaving Ethan unharmed. Meh.

The final resolution involves trying the idea they had at the beginning that didn't work with KR, where some kind of on-purpose electrocution death preludes the micro-splody death and then you just have to be good at reviving the person. And it almost doesn't work… but then it does oh my god it does

There is a very very pleasant shot of Ethan and Julia strolling through a Chinese village with a canal bridge and it really is nice looking and I want to go there and stroll like they are strolling.

But then they're back at HQ or whatever and oh, I guess it turns out BC was the only secret bad guy and Spy Executive was good enough and they're all on good terms and Ethan and Julia go on a honeymoon the end. Oh, and the final exchange cheekily reveals that we will never know what "rabbit's foot" was. Creative? Cop-out? Who's to say? (insert why-not-both gif)

So what's to remember about that movie? Was it indeed better than MI:2? I guess a little; there are several little annoying things from both of the first two movies that are absent here, so that's refreshing… but also some of the plot contrivances don't improve on what we've seen so far. Some very very very ambitious visuals! That's the real thing I want to make sure not to forget about this. The previous one had John Woo's signature visual style, but none of it matches the accomplishments of the cool shots in this one. I might have preferred a little more playfulness with the espionage stuff, but if I recall correctly the series doesn't really return to that form.

(next: Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol)

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