#giulia might be cold

[sugar-petals]

⌈ pile I - QUEEN OF CUPS „i adore you so much“

⌈ pile II - ACE OF CUPS „i’m your lover in plain sight“

⌈ pile III - JUSTICE „i’m the one you deserve“

🔓 select the tarot card that you noticed first.

⌈ NOTE 🌹 ➝ welcome to this extended nsfw reading. at the bottom of the deck i found the 5 OF WANDS (see below cut) so the overall theme is: teasing 😏 let’s find out what it means for you individually in your piles. what steamy thoughts are running circles in your person’s mind? tell me what you got and enjoy 🐝

[ deck used | the wonderful golden art noveau tarot by Giulia Massaglia — gilded example cards below, not the actual piles ]

{ 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }

the FIVE OF WANDS - today’s overall energy is playfighting. 

message. they want to give you a sexual challenge rather than indulging in a soft and hesitant mood: tease them right back and they’ll appreciate it. it’s all in good spirits as long as both play along. boldness is appreciated and keeps the chemistry running. 

no need to fear conflict, this is all friendly banter without the intent of hurting. behind all of that is the idea of testing limits + experimenting sexually through fun and activity rather than keeping it a guessing game what the other person might like. 

pile i - QUEEN OF CUPS „i adore you so much“

⌈ QUEEN OF WANDS - THE EMPEROR - PAGE OF COINS - 3 OF CUPS

Oh hot damn… Lucky in Love or Drunk in Love are the type of lyrics I’m getting from this. Nothing prevents them from thirsting over you lmao but it’s a good thing! Because they’re confident in liking you so. Damn. Much. And they know you like them back. What a secure lover this person is becomes apparent in their ambitions: They reflect dedication. Meanwhile, they’ve got a balance of mature and outgoing/youthful energy alike. And I feel like they really went from being serious in your presence to just letting it all out! Good for them, because they’re on a roll since they met you slash made contact.

The main kink I’m seeing here is teacher and student, hands down. They are seriously into pretending there’s a difference in power, authority, knowledge, age, looks, all of that. Doesn’t have to be real, it can be roleplay, but they do consider you to be someone to look up to. They pleasure themselves like mad to those thoughts, honestly. The Daddy or Mommy kink is real in this one because whew, QUEEN + EMPEROR? That’s a big deal. You two are either two bold personalities coming together (or they fantasize about that, some major powerplay) or they identify you as that person who pulls all of their strings with little to no effort. Far from intimidated, they are ready to learn and enjoy because they’re your babe.

This person is not a starfish though. Happily under your spell, I can see them quite actively horny because wow Pile 1, their sex drive is just impressive, to say the least. Not scattered, just very strong in general. And they see you just like that as well. They know you are in charge, they feel that you’ll handle the shit out of them without hesitating. Boss of their body is what I’m hearing! Not an inch will belong to anybody else. They love how madly possessive they are.

At the same time, they also think you can learn together, it’s not so set in stone. I like that contrast in the cards. Sovereignty and mature sex versus being carefree and raunchy like a student party. Like they want you to pounce on them and dominate their every cell, but they also want to be your cute little pet to fool around with. I get the impression that this person worships the hell out of you and thinks you’re the best in bed, no matter your degree of experience. That’s the thing, they would be happy with a virgin and a sexpert alike, as I said they hardly care! Because you charmed them and made your standpoint clear! Even if you have a hot VERSUS stone-cold demeanor and sex appeal, they feel inspired by that.

Your sexual energies complement each other well I feel. In their mind, you could top them so easily. They gladly submit to an orgy of pleasure. I think they trust you a lot, they just want to lose control and be chased. They won’t chase you! You’re too prideful and want to set this up on your own terms. This relationship is yours to create, they won’t interfere. They’re too starstruck and want to gather their resources first, only to find out you’re tremendous fun to be with and they had nothing to worry about.

You are the sun of their universe Pile 1, you seduced them so much. If only you would boss them around, they want it so badly. This scenario could be a total clash of titans since you are both a total smokeshow in your own ways.  They looked at you and wanted you to open up, leave the stiff old life behind and feel younger again. Since you’re so foxy to them, they treat you like the bombshell you are, with lots of reverence and respect. I’m even getting service sub vibes from your person, Pile 1, they’ll just do whatever you ask `em like you’re royalty, long as it’s consensual of course, but I don’t get any toxic fantasies from this pile, just very dom-sub centered ones.

{ 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }

pile ii - ACE OF CUPS „i’m your lover in plain sight“

⌈ EIGHT OF SWORDS - KNIGHT OF WANDS - 6 OF COINS - PAGE OF CUPS

Whirlwind kind of romance right here, lots of ups and downs in their anxious mind. You left them feeling powerless to all the energy they perceive you to so blazingly have, Pile 2. They were thunderstruck by your presence, were frozen on the damn spot. Tied. Up. Which leads us to the card imagery, by the way. Bondage fantasies is a huge theme here. I’m just sayin’… That’s their sexual fantasy when they think of you. If you’d blindfold them, or try something like knife play, even (as the swords card indicates), that would get them going so much. Despite their freaky imagination, ironically they are the mellow one, while you are the fiery counterpart that doles it all out to them in their wet dreams.

As contradictory as it sounds, reciprocating and giving back is the dynamic here, though. For instance, if you bought stuff for them, they’d be so happy and fawn over you like wild. Since this is a rollercoaster ride, however… I can’t quite tell what exactly their constant feelings are for you, Pile 2, as they are just so changeable. From no sex drive to reckless abandon to self-control to begging to being a fool in love. What a journey they’ve been through because of you. You make them feel all of this, and they’re saying thank you.

One day they want to be controlled by you, the other, they want to unleash their passion without any help and do their own dance to impress you. They have an edge but they’re romantic, they’re hopeless and they’re hot shit, they’re fair and then such a tease giving you less than you deserve, full well knowing it will keep you hooked and coming for them like an avalanche.

They want you rushing to their home like it's the firefighters. Because well, well… they’re feeling way too hot, aren’t they. At the same time, that’s the puzzling thing, they also want you to keep them at an arm’s length. If you aren’t confused about this person yet, at this point, you gotta be: Which mirrors them, in fact. They don’t quite know what they want consistently, you left them too dumbfounded to understand the situation for sure. Pile 2, this individual is head over heels for you.

Now this starstruck person dreams about being acted upon by you and they love that. Pillow prince/ss is what I’m seeing all over the spread, they have that receptive energy for the most part. They might be a little unruly once they get out of their comfort zone or don’t feel like they’re acknowledged by you (they might as well have a come-save-me fantasy… do them a favor and help them out). But when they do get signals, they are back in love romantically, yes, not so much sexually, they’re touchy-feely like crazy. Just when they felt like roaming free before! If there’s some hunter-prey fantasy going on here I wouldn’t be surprised, they want to keep you on your toes.

As I said, you get the best of both worlds Pile 2, your person is not the predictable type. Maybe that’s why you like `em. They are flirts and then they’re not. They want rough sex and then they want affection little by little. But the final note in their mind is always this: They want you to glued to them, to go wild for them, to witness them like a fish in the water: Through requited love. All they want is to be asked out and live their dreamy, sensitive love. Confusing you is not their intention. Don’t forget they just want love at the end of the day.

{ 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }

pile iii - JUSTICE „i’m the one you deserve“

⌈ KNIGHT OF COINS - PAGE OF SWORDS - THE SUN - THE EMPRESS

What started out as a sensual, stable connection which didn’t go down in flames of horniness now turned their head into a mush. Which then turned into them bursting with vitality! An online message of yours shook them up, or something you said. But in a positive way, because they’re so happy now. Romantic, personal, sexual bliss, they’re feeling so good about themselves because of you, the dull days are over. What a mood boost you gave them, and they’re confident in their looks because of your steady presence/communication, oh my word.

Because you started out easygoing and then picked up speed, they are absolutely feeling themselves like it’s nobody’s business. I’m so happy for you, Pile 3, because your person is just prancing around like a child after you’ve been frank with them. Talking it out was so needed. Approaching it from a headspace was. Being chatty with them made your person super hot and bothered, too. Hell, they are totally into your voice, the way you take your time when you walk, the way you carry yourself, how you dress up, the way your hair is tousled (if you wear it longer), how you treat yourself, how you choose your words, and how you smile especially.

At first, they were so scared how serious and single-minded you came across. Now they’re blushing and sweating their ass off because you said what you said and you paid attention to them! When they thought they were the knight in shining armor, you gave them a reality check and dodged the bullet, stood your ground instead of playing helpless — which worked in their favor not to get their hopes up and invest right away. That’s how you made this person’s libido explode. But in a good, wholesome way.

This proper mix of humor and the crazy slow burn (!) between the two of you has them going nuts without actually making them crazy, you know? Just healthy adoration and warmth they feel. I get the impression your person has lots of sexual stamina, Pile 3. They know what they’re doing, y’all… they might come across as a total sunshine, but they are, oh my word. Fertile as hell, go all the way, ready to make those babies and live the good life. In this economy? Your person thinks so, who am I to judge, they want that settling down and parenthood. They just know you’d be good at raising kids. But without compromising the mental stimulation, which you give them consistently.

And because you’re such a hottie with charm and good looks, they’re at your feet. You rule them! Your sex appeal has their pretty head spinning, their routine is broken, they can’t get enough of you, they want this in-depth (literally!). For long, they fantasized about having carefree sex with you out in nature, wild and free. Never too much of a good thing with you. You’re so juicy to them, graceful, steamy, gorgeous, you seem to have it all in their eyes. 

They think you have elevated status or just carry yourself in a way that shows your life is fulfilled and abundant. Oh hell, what don’t they like about you. Maybe you can be too direct and frank at times? They prefer your magnanimous, silly, soft, giving, cute’n’comfy side. They need to be taken care of a little, or need your cheer-ups. Because they want to take it easy, and not have conflict and difficulty in communication. Healthy, loving, and lasting (!) sexuality is the gist of this, I’m thinking. Quite Venusian of them, I see their sexual thoughts as Libra/7th house or Taurus/2nd house-themed. An all-around feel-good reading, Pile 3, I love the positive cards you got.

{ 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }

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⭐️ DISCLAIMER // there is no guarantee for accuracy. believing in the cards is a choice. 

© 2017-2023 sugar-petals. All readings for entertainment purposes only: They do not substitute any professional advice. Take what resonates, discard the piles that don’t hit home. If you aren’t drawn to any pile that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you. Do not repost my readings.

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[the-resurrection-3d]

Finished the little scene I'd been struggling to write based off @beksboys 's Halloween drawing. LitTwit has been big into erasure poems and poems-of-older-poems, so I think it might be fun to try and go back to my older unpublished fics if I can find them. In the meantime:

So we are taking off our masks, are we, and keeping our mouths shut? as if we'd been pierced by a glance!

There’s tangerine light glinting off the uneven black surface of Luca’s nails and off the gold of his glued-on cufflink; there’s darker orange pooling in the dips and folds where his white sleeve tourniquets his elbow. If Alberto focuses, he can see all the particles in the air, gray dust spilling into it with each puff of the makeup brush into his eye.

“Little longer,” Luca says before he can ask. Alberto wiggles his nose again; the plastic hairs of the brush have tickled some errant nerve. Or maybe it’s the fact that Luca is straddling him without a care in the world and there are two lines of “blood” drawing attention to his lips that has Alberto’s skin melting at every touch, some funny feeling spreading through his chest like cold, cold water.

Sometimes, Alberto intentionally looks everywhere except in Luca’s eyes, because he knows one day Luca will have the words for how Alberto looks at him, is looking at him now, and God only knows what will happen then.

But for right now, he knows Luca is too focused on getting his makeup right. The tiny palette of neon-bright colors sits in his hand like it hurts, though Luca seems not to mind. It’s from one of Giulia's school friends, so some of the colors are already scratched down to the pan, others so dry they needed drops of water to settle the dust. They’re on Luca’s bed in Giulia’s mother’s guest room, the sheets blue and stamped with white seashells, the shelves lined with forks and old bottles and books and a golden brick and a Roman coliseum made from paper and glue. Luca is quite the collector now, too, only he has to wash off everything he finds.

Everyone’s already finished their makeup, so Luca and Alberto get the leftovers.

“We could still always just go as ourselves,” Alberto reminds him, to which Luca scrunches his nose.

“I thought they were the monsters,” his usual response.

“They are,” Alberto says. “But they’re giving out free candy.”

Luca smiles with half his mouth. “But this way I get to draw on you. And—” Luca adds, cutting Alberto off as soon as he starts to part his lips. “This stuff doesn’t wash off.” He considers, eyes to the slide. “Well, I used my lipstick for all the blood and your mouth and stuff, so I’m certain THAT can’t wash away.” He’d used a tube of lipstick to draw an open sound next to Alberto’s lips to mimic his skin rotting away, but Alberto hadn’t thought anything of it.

“Your lipstick?”

“Yeah, I picked it out with Giulia.”

“Land monsters might get the wrong idea if you’re leaving your lipstick all over me.”

It’s stupid as soon as he says it.

Luca blinks. Some emotion flashes across his eyes like a bird darting between tree branches, frightened and quick. “Ooooh,” he says, drawing out the word, then scrunches his nose again. “Nah, we’ll be fine.” He pushes Alberto’s chin to the side. “Now hold still, I’m almost done.”

#luberto

[thelostpocket]

Finally gotten around to watching The Borgias (and I haven't finished it yet so this Longpost could all mean nothing) but currently ruminating on the way Lucrezia and her illigitimate son, Giovanni, are treated by her family. Like she tells Cesare she's pregnant and, oops, her husband isn't the father and... no anger, no screams of whoredom, no threats of punishment. Cesare's instant reaction is concern for her health/welfare and to find her somewhere safe, with full medical support (for the time), to get through the pregnancy. Although this is before Cesare and Lucrezia get very VERY chummy, it's clear their love for and dedication to one another is something apart - but Cesare looks at Paolo (lucrezia's baby daddy) and, no matter what he might be feeling, treats him not as an enemy, but with respect as someone Lucrezia loves. The same with baby Giovanni - Cesare adores the baby and cares deeply for it because it's a part of Lucrezia, whom Cesare loves more than anything else in his life. In a time where I, at least, was expecting wild jealously towards paolo and cold indifference to the child of another man, Cesare looks first for what he loves: Lucrezia.

And as far as we see, it's the same with lucrezia's father, Rodrigo - no matter what might have happened 'behind the scenes', what we DO see is: Rodrigo helping Lucrezia get an annulment from her great steaming turd of a husband (on the grounds of impotence, even though we can plainly see that she is pregnant at the time of the trial, suggesting that Rodrigo knew that the baby wasn't the product of a borgia-sforza union); Rodrigo eagerly and lovingly welcoming the birth of his first grandchild, and in fact attending when comments from his family suggest he wasn't supposed to; Rodrigo taking an active and joyful role in the care of the baby, including carrying it to his papal throne (bearing in mind the child's humble parentage on the father's side); AND, when Cesare says something very like "you married her to a brute who misused her and pushed her into the arms of a stable boy for affection", Rodrigo not only does not disagree or try to defend that decision, but he allows it to persuade him to break a Big Catholic Rule (giving a suicide a Christian burial), all for the sake of his daughter and grandson's wellbeing.

Like, say what you will about them (although, again, I haven't finished it, so who's to say if this will change), but that's actually really kind of admirable. There are families about today who wouldn't behave so amicably and open-mindedly in such a situation.

I don't really know where I'm going with this, but I just kept expecting someone to come down like a ton of bricks on her (I mean I guess juan did but he's fucked off to Spain and hasn't come back yet and as far as I'm concerned he can stay there) - like expecting some jealous row with Cesare. But no, he says your new Borgia baby? OUR Borgia baby, sis. Or expecting Reprimands and Off To A Nunnery hypocrisy from the holy daddy. But no, he's just happy the family is growing and, hey, you know what, while myself and all my holy boyz are off on tour dealing with this mess with France, I'm going to leave Lucrezia, the only person we can wholeheartedly trust, in my place as pope in loco parents while I'm gone. Oh, sorry, what's that, she's a woman and I can't do that? Too late, already done, and I'm already out the door, so I guess you can take your complaints to God or his right-hand-woman, sitting on that golden throne right in front of you, k bye. Giulia Farnese, la Bella Farnese, the Other Powerful Woman in the show and Lucrezia's life? Surely she'll make a move, try to use her absence or most recent mistake to manipulate her into something? But no. She helps Lucrezia escape her cruel husband the second she works out lucrezia's pregnant, encourages lucrezia's political aptitude, and seeks her out as a co-conspirator (alongside the pope's former mistress, lucrezia's mother, whom Giulia replaced) in her schemes to Keep The Cardinals Under Control Honest.

Like, there's an awful lot about this show and this family that's. . . Dicey. . .and I know there's more (and worse) to come. . . But this, right in these longer-than-i'd-expected paragraphs above? I can really respect that.

#the borgias #borgias #lucrezia borgia #cesare borgia #rodrigo borgia #giulia farnese #we don't talk about juan #like i know there's still a lot to go #and the borgias are #dicey #with their attitude towards politics and stuff #but idk i just #i just think they're neat #no spoilers please don't ruin this for me #long post #period drama

[pebblysand]

Now that we know who killed Amycus, will we know how?? Excellent chapter as always!!!

Thanks anon!! To be honest, I have a headcanon as to how it happened, but I'm not sure it's information that the fic needs. It might or might not come up at some point, but I'm not certain that it needs to feature in more detail than was already given (i.e. an AK in the Slytherin common room).

My headcanon is that when the DE broke into the Castles, they crashed the Ravenclaw common room and freed the Carrows. I think Draco gets sort of caught up in the chaos until the Room of Requirement incident.

I honestly can't decide if he kills Amycus before or after the fire. On the one hand, I like the idea of him setting out to do it as soon as the battle breaks out and he realises he has an opening, but on the other, I like the idea of it being prompted by a near-death experience.

Regardless, I think at some point, he sets out to find Amycus, with the very specific intent of killing him. I see this as 100% intentional and premeditated. I don't think he has an actual plan, but that is definitely something he Sets Out to do.

I reckon that however, when Malfoy does find him, he gets lucky in the way that Alecto and Amycus have been separated in the chaos of the battle. I see this a little bit like the situation with Fred and George where two siblings who are Very Close (I see Amycus and his sister as very attached to each other, for better or for worse) got separated and one died "alone" (sad, I know). I think at that point Amycus isn't fighting anymore, he's just chaotic and frantic because he can't find his sister, and he's afraid she's dead (see chapter 8 as well where the cherry on the cake element that starts his assault on Ginny is that his sister was blown up by the Order's bomb).

I think Draco takes advantage of this to isolate him and go to a place where he knows Amycus will have his guard down and no one will see them. So, I think he says: "I found her, she's in the Common Room, she's injured, come quick" or something. Amycus follows him unsuspecting because at this point, Draco has enough credibility with the Carrows to be believed.

I reckon the moment they step in, Amycus looks around, turns towards Draco like: "where is she?" and Draco kills him. I don't think he hesitates a minute. I think it's one Avada Kedavra, straight to the chest, straight through. No second thoughts. I don't think Draco even feels bad about it, tbh. I think it's one of the things he never feels bad about, even years later. It's also a huge contrast (IMO) with Dumbledore where he couldn't do it. 1) He's been through a war and that changes people and 2) he had qualms about killing Dumbledore in a way that he doesn't Amycus. I think it's cold-blooded murder, with no hesitation, and he's glad he did it.

In my head, as a side note, it's actually very much like when Harry retaliates and kills Greyback after he killed Giulia, which frankly doesn't seem to weigh on his conscience the same way Tom's death does (oh, the thousands of thoughts I have about that haha). Obviously, I think there's arguments to be made on both sides on whether or not that killing was 1) necessary to protect the others (see the Internal Affairs conversation) and 2) justified. Just like Draco's killing of Amycus. So, idk, make of it what you will I suppose.

But thanks again, anon, and everyone, don't hesitate to let me know if you have any other questions 😊.

#castles #asked and answered

[margot-is-writing]

PROMPT 2 — TRAITOR

HE’S THE ONE FOR YOU. YOUR STORY IS SO ROMANTIC, IT’S SICKENING TO YOUR FRIENDS. YOU’RE SURE HE’LL LEAVE HIS WIFE FOR YOU, EVEN IF YOUR MOM THINKS OTHERWISE. LET ME GO FIRST, THEN SHARE YOUR STORY WITH THE #MARGOTSPROMPTS

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Love isn’t easy for anybody, and that makes Nico appreciate his love-life even more. He’s extremely happy with his boyfriend of three months, Max is top-tier. He has a stable job and he’s smoking-hot. And he also has a dog, a beautiful Golden Retriever, whom Nico and Max are walking right now.

Nico has his arm wrapped around Max’s, and a dumb smile painted on his face. He’s talking about his job, specifically about this one client who spent his whole tattoo session without saying a word.

“It was weird, I’m telling you!” Nico exclaims, as Max laughs. “He was just sitting there, stone-faced, as I tried to engage a conversation.”

“He was probably just shy,” Max replies, because of course he must always see the best in people.

“Nah,” Nico says, shaking his head. “I don’t think so. Though you’re probably right.”

Max laughs, loud enough that they attract the attention of a nearby old man. Max swiftly takes his arm out of Nico’s grip, but Nico won’t let it dampen his mood.

Nico tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, eyeing a coffeeshop. Tina’s Secret, it’s called.

“I really want a cappuccino,” Nico says.

“It’s six in the evening, it’s not time for a cappuccino,” Max sternly says, then he sighs. He puts his warm hand on Nico’s shoulder, and squeezes. “It’s my wife’s sister’s coffeeshop. Martina would probably spit in your drink.”

Nico makes a face. Being gay in such a tight-knit community has never been a problem for him, at least before his relationship with one of the married men in said community was outed. Since then, he’s been treated as a pariah by half the community, that half being those loyal to Max’s wife, Giulia.

“I’ll do without the judging, spit and name-calling,” Nico says.

Mr Sparkles, Max’s dog, whines loudly. Max is immediately upon the dog, caressing it in such a way that Nico can’t help but being jealous. Before Nico can dwell on it, his phone starts ringing. It’s his mother.

“I’ll be a minute,” he tells Max, though the other is too preoccupied with Mr Sparkles to worry about Nico.

Nico takes a few steps away. He enters the park they’ve just exited, and only when Max’s voice and Mr Sparkles’ whines can’t be heard, he answers the phone.

“Hi mom,” he says.

“Niccolò, where are you?” She instantly asks, without even thinking of greetings. “I’ve called you three times already. You’re always on your phone, how is it possible that—”

“Mamma,” Nico interrupts her. “Why are you calling?”

Greta, his mother, sighs for a very long moment. “You were gone without even a word—”

“I’m twenty-six!” Nico sits on a bench, ignoring the stains of bird poo. “I’m not a kid. I can go out when I want.”

“Not with the company you’re keeping these days, you can’t!”

Nico’s heart drops. Greta’s breathing heveas, and Nico thinks she might break out cry. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Max is a good man,” Nico replies. He keeps his voice steady, but just barely. He hates it when his mother cries. She’s such a wonderful woman, she doesn’t deserve sadness.

“He’s a married man, almost twice your age.”

Nico shakes his head, though she can’t see him. “He’s forty-one.”

“Exactly! That’s my problem. You know I have no — no issue with your lifestyle, but this—”

Nico’s eyes roll so up they almost go all the way into the back of his head.

Once again, he interrupts her. This time his voice is cold as ice. “Mom, if you have anything to say, just say it, because I’m about to end this call.”

His mother’s voice goes all little. “I just wanted to ask what you want for dinner.”

“Whatever you’re doing is fine,” Nico says. “Bye mom.”

He doesn’t wait for a reply before pressing the end button. He stays sitting on the bench for a long time, heart beating wildly in his chest. His eyes are still burning by the time Max finds him. Without a word, Max sits by him, thighs touching, and puts his arm around Nico’s shoulders. Nico leans into him, and Max looks around. Then, he presses a kiss to Nico’s head. Only then does Nico’s heart start beating normally again.

Whenever Max has a business trip, Nico is left alone. He feels lonely without Max. Without Max, even Mr Sparkles is taken from Nico, because he’s actually Giulia’s dog. Giulia has made it clear that she doesn’t want Nico anywhere close to her dog, though that rule is often broken when she’s out of town. Also, she doesn’t want Nico anywhere close her husband. Another broken rule.

Nico sits at the desk in his room, painting the way the sun shines through the leaves on the tree outside his window. He’s so absorbed in his thoughts, that he doesn’t hear his sister coming in his room until she clears her throat. The brush almost falls out of his hands. He lowers his headphones.

She’s wearing a long, cute dress. Her hair is kept in a tight braid on the back of her head, and she has a light layer of makeup on her skin, not thick enough to cover the freckles on her cheeks. She’s so beautiful that Nico can’t help but smile at the sight of her.

“We’re going to Church,” she says. She stands on her tiptoes, though she’s wearing platform sandals. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

Nico almost grimaces. Just then, his mother appears in the doorway, and puts her hand on his sister Bea’s shoulder.

“Your father is waiting for you downstairs,” Greta says.

Bea’s smile widens, and with a twirl she’s gone, so fast that Nico imagines a cloud of smoke raising behind her. His smile turns into a grimace when he sees his mother’s begging expression.

“I’m not coming,” he says, turning back to his painting. “So you don’t have to worry about all your Church friends whispering and gossiping about me as soon as we walk in.”

In the mirror hanging on the wall, Nico sees his mother crossing her arms.

“I wasn’t worried about you coming,” she lies. “I’m more worried about the opposite. But I’ll pray for your soul.”

Nico rolls his eyes. “I need no praying. Pray for something more important.”

“Nothing to me is more important than your salvation. God understands love, but what you have isn’t it. I just wish you would open your eyes.”

Tears start falling from his eyes, but Nico keeps his voice steady. “You’ll be late.”

He barely hears the sigh his mother lets out.

The thing is, when you’re the other person, you’re not recognised. So when Max ends up in the hospital, Nico rushes there, but he isn’t let in. He tries to explain it to the nurse, when Giulia arrives.

Nico has never actually met her, but he’s been to her house, he’s seen the pictures. She’s a beautiful woman in her late thirties, so beautiful that it’s a mystery how a man could ever cheat on her. But Max does. Max has chosen Nico, as Nico tries to remind himself as she walks towards the acceptance counter. The nurse looks Giulia up and down, her mouth stays open, like she’s wonderstruck or something. Nico tries not to let it get to him.

Giulia stops when she sees Nico. Just for a moment, a tilt in her steps, but it’s enough to send the message. She’s recognised Nico. She knows who he is. Then she continues walking, like Nico’s presence doesn’t mean a thing to her.

“Hi,” Giulia tells the nurse, Justine. She’s breathless, like she’s run to the hospital.

She can’t be that worried about Max, things between them have been cold for months now. Years even. Why is she putting on this show?

“I’m looking for my husband,” Giulia says.

Nico’s ears start ringing. He takes a step back, then another and another, until he’s run out of the hospital. The parking lot is almost deserted, there’s just a few cars. It’s late enough that soon the buses will stop running, so he needs to get a move. He needs to go. He needs to leave this place, that reminds him about how precarious his relationship is and—

“Niccolò?”

Nico startles. He’s never heard her voice before, but even before he turns, he knows it’s Giulia. He isn’t surprised when she is there in front of him. Or maybe he is. He’s just so confused.

“Nico,” he manages to say. His voice sounds weak to his own ears. “Just Nico is fine.”

Giulia raises both eyebrows. “Niccolò,” she repeats, like she wants to make a statement. She does.

Nico almost winces. “What do you want?”

“What I want?” She asks. She crosses her arms. “I want you to exit my life, to never sleep with my husband again, to leave us alone. But I don’t think I’m getting any of that today, am I?”

Nico takes a deep breath, then he shakes his head. “Max has made his choice.”

“You’re so young, you really can’t see it, can you? He hasn’t chosen you, or he would have broken up with me already. He won’t leave me, because as much as he enjoys spending time with you, he’ll never stop loving me.” She looks like she might be about to laugh, but instead, she sighs. “I came out here to tell you he’s fine. He’s just got a stomach bug.”

Nico nods. “Thank you for telling me.” His voice is small.

“You’re welcome,” she replies. She takes a step back, then she turns her back to him. She walks a few feet, then she turns. “You don’t seem like a bad person. You should get out of this situation.”

Nico starts tearing up, but he won’t let himself cry. “Anything else?”

Giulia takes a long breath. Then she leaves, going back towards the entrance of the hospital. Because she can get in Max’s room, while Nico is left outside. He can’t get in. He can’t get personal information about Max, he is not recognised. He’s a nobody in Max’s life.

The bus is coming. Nico can’t waste time, he needs to go. He steals a glance at the hospital. He wants to stay, but he crosses the road. It’s time to go home.

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The Lost Gift to the Italian Island by Barbara Josselsohn #BookReview #Historical mixed with #Contemporary with a smattering of #romance

Thank you to Bookouture Books-On-Tour for my spot on this blog tour. Italy, 1943. With tears in her eyes, Giulia listens out for the sound of bombers flying overhead and thinks of the baby growing inside of her. Through the fabric of her lace dress her fingers touch the cold bullets carefully sewn into the seams. Luca might never forgive her, but she has to do this…New York, present…

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First Chapter Friday

Title: Untitled

Genre: Fantasy fiction, historical fiction

Words: 831

Synopsis: Guilia Tofana's book of spells contains a curse, but is locked away for centuries after her death. In the late 1800s, while attempting to summit mountains in the Dolomites, intrepit lady mountaineer Gemma Messina unwittingly unearths the tome. In doing so, she unleashes the curse and must save people from the dead witch's wrath.

She struggled up the mountain. The heavy snow fell, dampening Giulia’s skirts, and she stumbled, knees falling into a large drift as she strained upward. She heaved herself to her feet, bracing herself against the frozen rock wall of the mountain. 

She had covered her hands with thin mittens; she had never needed anything heavier in Rome, and her fingers were frigid inside them. She clutched her fists close to her chest and felt the heavy tome she had secreted between her stays and her dress. 

Giulia muttered a curse, the heavy wind snatching the words and freezing them against her lips. She pulled her cloak closer and leaned into the wind, running her hand against the mountain as she stumbled onward, feeling for the crack in the mountain that would mean she was done and could return home. 

Later--how much later, Giulia couldn't say. She thought it had been hours, but without the sun, she couldn’t be sure--her arm fell into a deep crag running vertically through the mountain face. She pushed her body through, scraping ice from the entrance with her body. 

The inside was cold, but it was dry and windless. Giulia fell to her knees. 

“Grazie, Dio.” she muttered as she spied the lantern in the dim light that filtered through the entrance. Flint near it allowed her to light the small candle inside and look around. 

The rock floor of the cave was swept mostly clean aside from a few withered autumn leaves, and shapes in white had been painted onto the floor. 

She shivered, for this was all too familiar to the cellar of her own home, though she had scrubbed hers clean with lye and her own hands, stinging and bleeding at midnight. She knew she was a dead woman walking, but she would clean up enough of her crimes to spare her daughter, she had thought fiercely.

Giulia Tofana was a poisoner and a witch. She didn’t know how many deaths she had caused in Rome, but she had mixed the poison herself, and the recipes would not fall into the Church’s hands. She shuddered, thinking of the Pope’s white hands leafing through her book. What the powerful Church could do with swift, effective death in their hands was not a possibility she would want to consider. 

She turned slowly, taking in the small cavern. A stack of blankets on a natural shelf and the store of roots and herbs hanging from the roof spoke of a familiarity here, and she was jealous of those who would be back here in the spring to celebrate Beltane as the earth awoke from its winter slumber. She spied the small bookshelf in the back of the room, and stepping over the neat white lines, she slipped her book, crudely made of vellum, bound with sinew, out from under her bodice. 

“Loqui de Morte,” she sighed, running her fingers over the cover, She had proudly--but unwisely, she knew now--embossed the palimpsest with the title and her own name. Damning, yes, but now hidden. 

A gust of wind howled outside of the cave mouth, sounding for the all the world like a death moan. 

She scowled. She had dedicated her life to helping low women out of the circumstances which trapped them. Abusive husbands, cheating scoundrels, rapists, sons frittering away savings. Perhaps some might call death an extreme, but what other choice was offered? The Church did not grant divorces, and the court of law would side with the man in nearly every case. 

A woman’s body was was not her own, and so, Giulia helped them take their destinies into their own hands. 

And she would take another’s with this book. She tightened her fingers around the ends, feeling the stiff pages jab into her hands. She had never practiced magic with the intent of hurting anyone. That was left to her day job, but she would curse this book. Damn anyone who tried to open this book who wasn’t of her own blood. Or, she reflected solemnly before she had begun to cast the spell, damn anyone who meant to use the information contained within for anything other than to help women as she had helped them. 

For the first time in many days, since she had learned she had been informed on, Giulia smiled and wove her curse over the book of poison. She felt the Earth beneath her, and drew strength from the cold she felt through her damp shoes and the dry wind against her lips, whispering the words that would lock her book against time and weather, against thieves and zealots. 

The book waited in the Earth, waiting to be found. Giulia left, and she would never return, to be executed in a few short months in front of squalling crowds. Her daughter that she had tried to so hard to save would be killed beside her, forced to watch her mother die. 

Still the book waited, sealed and waiting.

#first chapter friday #the queue arrives without warning #miss cait writes #writing #my writing #book excerpt #fantasy writing #magic #witches

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It's December ur legally obligated to draw ur ship under a mistletoe 

Oh and bonus ;) 

#i gave them winter clothes #kinda #giulia might be cold #still working on my animatic btw #i will maybe be posting it on Christmas #myarttag #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #alberto x luca #luca x alberto #luberto #art #comic #comic short #did they kiss that day? Probably not

[sunnyoldbear]

Luca Headcanons Part 3!

I can’t fucking stop please someone help me

Luca:

All seamonsters have a lot of fish qualities and different sea monsters take on different fish qualities, even within a family.

While Luca isn’t as equipped to handle the deep as his uncle is, his father does have some traits that would help him out. Luca doesn’t know this, but he can survive deeper pressure than most others can. Like, significantly deeper, but not to the point of the Deep. He’s have to get accustomed to it and he might not have even survived.

His species can also echolocate! He also doesn’t know he can do this even though it’s from his mom’s side. He just thinks he clicks and squeaks when he’s happy, he doesn’t know he can also echolocate. Since, again, he hasn’t been to the Deep, the ability is very diluted and he can’t locate things very far but… he can, if he tries hard enough. He won’t, though, cause he just thinks his clicks and squeaks are just that.

He loses his shit when he finds out about dinosaurs. He loves them.

If you even mention a museum he will practically beg to go and he will be in there from opening to closing and still come back for more. He takes in every bit of information he possibly can

He doesn’t flip people off, he just sticks his tongue out

Cloud watches! He thinks it’s cute :)

Is cold blooded. They found this out when he passed out in the middle of class one day during the winter. Winter months are very hard for him at school because of it, so he treasures the break and stays under a bunch of warm blankets.

Talks with his hands a lot

One day when he was swimming to the surface after seeing his family, a fisherman who wasn’t too approving of sea monsters tossed their harpoon at him. It grazed his arm and it hurt like hell, but he still tried to hide it. Of course, since he was clutching his arm and there was blood between his fingers, the Marcovaldos panicked and healed him tot he best of their ability, but Luca simply smiled, turned to Alberto, and said “look, we match now!” (If you see Alberto standing beside Luca so that their scarred arms touch since they’re on opposite arms, no you didn’t)

He finds out about bubble wands and thinks they’re the coolest thing!

Avoids every kid named “Bruno” at school like the plague because he doesn’t want them to think he hates them

Whenever something cool happens he instinctively turns to tell Alberto and his face drops when he doesn’t see him

Definitely the kid to accidentally say “mom” (and)or “I love you” to a teacher and then stare in horror

Grabs Alberto’s arm, wrist, or hand when they’re doing something together if he’s not grabbed first just so they don’t lose each other. It’s just instinct.

Once sobbed for an hour because he saw a dead frog in a pool

Falls asleep if his hair is played with

Still gets made fun of for smelling like fish but due to being a fish he can’t really bathe so Giulia and her mom just spray him with perfume. It makes him feel better.

Forgives Guido and Ciccio with no hesitation, will never forgive Ercole. In fact, he’s terrified of Ercole.

Technically canon, but he is the biggest mama’s boy. She learns from her mistakes and fixes her relationship with him and he becomes super close to her

Only lets those close to him call him “Bubble” like his grandma does

Loses his mind when he sees fireflies

He keeps his hair pretty short

Refuses to eat fish

Is more of a prey fish

That being said, he develops a few survival markings, such as a spot on one of his fins to look like eyes

For some reason I feel like he’d be like clownfish and be able to swim through anemone without getting zapped

Was never good at making friends. The Branzino kid often tried to befriend him but he was too scared of disappointing his parents since Daniela and Mrs. Branzino don’t get along

Wears a seashell anklet

His grandma taught him to read secretly when he was little

Never stops talking. Never.

In class, he’s always the kid raising his hand, even if he doesn’t know the answers, just because of his eagerness

Calls Alberto all the time, more than he calls his family

Carries Alberto’s drawing with him everywhere. Used to be in his pockets and then transferred to his wallet.

Is definitely more of a writer than an artist! With his vivid imagination he can write for days, and Alberto is more than happy to draw them out for him

Lets his hair grow out a bit towards the end of his final school year. The stress of school means he doesn’t quite care for his appearance

Can’t sit still. When he’s at school he’s always fiddling with something but when he’s in Portorosso he just grabs Alberto’s hand and plays with his fingers

Definitely a teacher’s pet

Gets bullied a lot. You can’t expect the world to just be okay with sea monsters overnight. A lot of the world will never accept him. There are kids that make his life a living hell at school.

As much as he loves school, he aches to be free sometimes

Gets super flustered super fast

Sits at Alberto’s side and talks about anything and everything and Alberto will sketch it

His scales are more like a duck’s water-resistant feathers. Water rolls right off.

Loves taking Nerone for walks

Definitely wears skirts and dresses in secret! He just thinks they’re neat :)

Loves romance movies but will never admit it

Literally bites his tongue to hold back from rambling. Giulia and Alberto constantly have to tell him it’s okay and he can talk all he wants, but he’s bullied so often for talking too much that he still holds back if he catches himself

Alberto:

Similar to a Betta Fish! His kind of sea monster aren’t known for bonding well and tend to fight.

When healthy, his scales are long and gorgeous just like a Betta’s! (Giulia is mesmerized by them)

You know how dolphins get high with puffer fish? It’s not just dolphins.

His teeth are a little sharper than most other sea monsters. Yes, he bares them at Ercole every time they see each other. No, he won’t stop

Definitely the “he ask for no pickles” friend

No one knows what he’s talking about half the time except for Luca, Giulia, and (sometimes) Massimo. They just kinda go with it.

Has his own words for everything. Only Luca and Giulia know what he means.

He’s actually super, duper close to Giulia, but they do fight pretty often. They’re siblings.

Likes to put his hat on Luca

Everyone thinks he’d be a bad flirt/get flustered super easily but the opposite is true! He’s a big flirt! He just knows what to say to make others fluster around him! Even if he’s not into you, if your his age or he’s trying to charm you, he’ll flirt up a storm. Living on your own from such a young age means you need to pick up survival tactics, and charm and streetsmarts were the ones he picked up.

Sometimes he faces small boats he sees just for the fun of it

He also sometimes grabs a rope or a net from Massimo’s boat when they’re fishing and just zooms to land to get them there quicker

Loves playing games with the kids when he’s on lifeguard duty, even if it can get him in trouble with his boss

You better bet he makes fun of those school uniforms. He laughs his ass off. He thinks they’re the funniest things.

If he sees or hears even a hint of danger, he is shoving his loved ones behind him and will protect them with his life.

Prefers to be barefoot

Heals surprisingly fast. Something about them fish genes.

When he’s fifteen he jokingly tells Luca he should become a teacher and then Luca’s eyes get all big and excited and Alberto regrets opening his mouth. But he still supports him every step of the way.

Whenever he hears Luca click or chirp, he calls out for him if he’s a distance away or grabs his hand since he recognizes it as echolocation before Luca does

More of a predator fish

Keeps his hair long and growing

I think he’d probably grow a mustache. Giulia hates it so much which is why he keeps it. Okay, he kept it to annoy her, but then he actually started to like it. But when Luca said he liked it, that solidified it

He’s so strong it’s kinda scary. Definitely stronger than the average fisherman, but was stronger even beforehand.

Sometimes just eats fish live and terrifies those around him

He’s super fast! Since he’s based on a tuna or swordfish, he’s pretty quick

Unlike Luca, he’s warm blooded. So when he heard Luca has to keep really warm during winters, he offers most of his clothes

His father abandoning him may seem cruel, but for his kind of sea monsters, it was what had to happen. Still, Alberto is a child and it shouldn’t happen.

Mainly a night eater

Can see further than most of his fishy friends

Good night vision too!

Was taught to read and write as a kid by his father but it’s not perfect so he asks Massimo to do it

Loves playing cards

Fins are sharper than average

Squishes Luca’s cheeks

Sword fights with Giulia except they’re sticks

Whenever Luca falls asleep on him (often), he just stays still and refuses to move

Scoops Luca up sometimes

Grabs Luca’s face and blows raspberries instead of kissing it. (Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic!! Italians kiss on cheeks as greetings)

Protectively wraps his tail around those he loves

Water clings to him a bit more since his built-for-speed scales are less water repellent

Every year he gets scared Luca won’t return

Paints the Hideout to look like Luca’s dream fish-stars after he’s told about it. The ceiling, anyway. Don’t ask how he did it, no one knows.

Changes his last name to Marcovaldo

Thinks pet fish and aquariums are hilarious and will poke fun at the fish (“haha, losers! No freedom!” “Alberto!” “What?!”)

LOVES DINOSAURS

He and Luca share a bed when Luca comes over!

The Vespa poster hangs in his room on his door

Calls Luca’s nightlights “light fish” as a nod to stars

Has Giulia and Luca’s names tattooed onto him because they’re his best friends

Tried to take Caligola and Machiavelli on walks… yeah that goes as well as you think

Giulia:

Is a fast reader

Isn’t a massive poetry fan but does have a few favorites

Also keeps a few drawings from Alberto in her folders

Also scoops Luca up randomly

Can and will bite you

Wears dresses as much as she does shorts

Ties her hair up when serious

Rubs her nose against her family’s as a sign of love. It’s just something she did as a kid, so sometimes she’ll just rub her nose against Alberto’s and he gets really confused

Is low key a little jealous of her brother and best friend being sea monsters

Is a bit of a builder! She makes a bridge from her room to the treehouse

Rarely starts fights with Alberto, but she’ll sure finish them

Half regrets teaching Alberto to swear

Though she seems pretty calm, she’s gotten into her fair share of fights at school. Mainly punches kids who bully her and/or Luca. Also sexists.

Although this is 1950/60s Italy, I imagine she’d be very accepting of homosexuality and not hide it, even if rumors of her being one start spreading and she gets hurt. She has a strong sense of justice and she doesn’t care about consequences.

She’s the only person allowed to make fun of Alberto. No one else is. She’ll quite literally attack anyone who dares.

Her parents were surprised she didn’t take after them in fishing or painting

Honestly I can see her mentoring the kids for the race every summer! Once she hits 18 and is no longer able to compete, she holds practice sessions and loves seeing the kids have fun

She definitely runs the race when she’s older. She moves to Portorosso since her marine biology career is helped by her sea monster brother and the town’s closeness to water

Teaches the boys to make sandcastles

Holds such strong resentment for Alberto’s father and Daniela. Lorenzo and Luca’s grandmother she’s fine with, but Alberto’s biological father abandoning him pisses her off more than she can put into words, and Daniela manipulating her son and sending him away makes her want to break something.

Her “santa (cheese)!” comments slowly change into “Santa (fish)!” exclamations. Like, “Santa Goby!” for example. 

Is more close to Alberto than he wants to let people know. She can read him like a book. He’s honestly her best friend. She tells him everything, they go to each other after nightmares, they share everything, all the fun cute stuff that Alberto would rather die than admit.

Still has no idea what “Silenzio Bruno” and “Piacere, girolamo trombetta” mean and at this point she’s too afraid to ask

Though she loves the Portorosso kids, she’d rather die than be a mother. Her parents understand, but secretly hope she changes her mind so they can spoil a grandbaby. 

Begs Massimo to coverup his sea monster tattoo, which he does

Also a “he ask no pickles” friend!

Is super patient with Luca and Alberto’s adaption to the human world (though she doesn’t like it when Alberto shoves his feet on her-which he loves to do because it pisses her off)

Secretly saves money up for the boys to get a Vespa

While she isn’t the best cook, her pasta meals are pretty damn good! 

Has the trophy from the Cup in her room next to a picture of the three of them on the Vespa

#Luca #luca movie #pixar luca #Luca Paguro #Alberto Scorfano #Giulia Marcovaldo #luca headcanons

[ducavalentinos]

Thoughts on these Borgia-related women? Vannozza de Cattanei, Adrianna de Mila, Caterina Sforza, Lucrezia Borgia, the unfortunate Pantasilea, Charlotte d'Albret, Sancha d'Aragona, Isabella d'Este and Giulia Farnese

I have some thoughts, yes lol. Vannozza dei Cattanei: Well, she's an inspiration to us all ok. What a woman. She managed to catch eye of Rodrigo, which you know easy enough, but then also keep a hold over his affection towards her for decades, which proved more difficult, in a way no other woman ever did in his life, to the point she apparently could, and did, actually used the family name and coat of arms of the Borgia family in her private life, and there are some documents from 1514 which she signs as Vannozza Borgia or Vanotia Borgia de Cathaneis. I might be a little bit biased here 👀 but she also put beautiful, amazing children into this world., she clearly had a mind for commerce, for business and she eventually became quite the businesswoman, with her vineyards and many proprieties. She never made a scene, that we know of, over Giulia Farnese, in my view precisely because she knew the position she occupied in Rodrigo's life, and she had a good life. She was a smart, pragmatic woman, and often the personalities, the qualities of the Borgia children, esp. Lucrezia and Cesare are more linked to their father, Rodrigo, and it's true they inherited a lot from him, but I also see they inherited much from their mother, the genes between these two was evidently pretty awesome so it's no wonder they produced such beautiful, amazing children, sorry not sorry. And then, at the end of her life, Vannozza was of course an incredibly wealthy woman, she survived the election and papacy of Della Rovere and his relentless persecution against any Borgia, or anyone associated with the Borgias and/or just Spaniards in general. She went from mistress (more like wife heh) of a Cardinal and Pope to this universally respectable woman, patron of the arts and generous donor to pious commuities, and when she died in 1518, she was buried with solemnity in the Church of Sta. Maria del Popolo, and Pope Leo X ordered that she be given the honors normally only reserved for cardinals, her funeral was more of a big deal than the many cardinals and other ecclesiastics that came to pass. Again, what a woman, what a inspiration, what a role model. That's how you do it. Adriana de Milà: It’s difficult to have a clear image of her and how she was like. I tend to reject the idea of her being this cold, harsh, bitter woman, or like the wicked step-mother given the Borgia children, with the exception of Gioffre who was too young, were removed from Vannozza's house and put into Adriana's care, I don't why she is presented like that sometimes, in history and in fiction, when there is no evidence suggesting that at all. She might have been a good mother figure for them, Lucrezia seemed attached to her, more so than with her own mother, and I'm not sure about the boys: Cesare and Juan, we know Cesare was and remained close to his mother, but that doesn't necessarily mean there was no bond between him and Adriana, in any case, to me she comes across as a pragmatic, prudent woman, who seemed to have always been more devoted to the Borgia side of her family, through the bloodline of de Milà, than to the Orsini side by her marriage with Ludovico Orsini. She is recorded as being very close to Rodrigo, indeed some say she was his closest confidant, but like I said before, I highly disagree with the idea she was like his doormat and his "creature" and she had no mind of her own, clearly that was not the case, otherwise she wouldn't have helped Giulia in Pesaro and other occasions, too. I posted this dispatch by Lorenzo Pucci a while back which I think it's interesting and it highlights the good relationship Giulia and Adriana had, and their complicity with each other. I think Adriana was moved by her loyalty and her close bonds with people she loved, yes, but I think she was also moved by what was more advantegeous for her and for the family. She’s an intriguing woman and I wish  we need more about her personal relationships with the Borgia family. Caterina Sforza: hmm, I tend to separate Caterina the historical figure, which it’s quite a mess from Caterina the person according to the historical records, and talking about the person: She had interesting moments during the papacy of Sixtus, her dislike of Riario makes me laugh every time and she clearly was brave, to a fault, I believe. I’m fascinated by her recipes about beauty care, medicines, alchemy and other things, however, I can’t say I vibe with her, for lack of a better word. Her style of doing things, esp. politically speaking, are not my style. She was too rash, too hot-tempered, too needlessly violent for my taste. Like every time she was hurt or angry, she would just go full on rage mode targeting anyone in her way, (including women and children), which does not help to cultivate a good popular opinion about you as a ruler, which she didn’t seem to care much about (big mistake, as we later saw). Her political actions to me come across as having been mostly guided by how she felt, and that’s just not something I can understand, it’s not even about judging, about sides, I’m sure she did what she thought was the right thing for herself and her family’s power, I just fail to see the intelligence in them, like how did she thought acting the way she did would help her in holding on to power? it only did the opposite. It wasn’t clever, and it was the main reason why she fell from power.  Machiavelli’s assessment of her as a ruler, and as to why she lost Imola and Forlì so fast are correct, it was the same for the other lords of the Romagna, with the exception of Manfredi of Faenza and Montefeltro of Urbino (although the loyalty and affection Guidobaldo enjoyed from the people of Urbino came mostly because of the good memory the people had of his family, of his father, than anything about him in particular. He wasn’t a bad ruler per se, but he was a weak one). I think in the end, what it comes down to with Caterina for me, it’s that I can’t relate to her personality, and I don’t agree with her politics. And then as a bonus her historical literature, unfortunately, is polluted with types of scholars and methodologies I tend to avoid because I really don’t have the patience for it anymore, if I ever did dsjdsjds. Pantasilea: I don’t have thoughts about her tbh, because there’s very little info about her in history. We don’t even know if the female body found at the Tiber was really her, all we have are rumours, which are far from reliable, just as the ones attached to Pedro Calderon aka Perotto’s death, which I discuss more here, below keeping reading. Sancia d’Aragona: I’m fond of Sancia, I like how she loved to enjoy life, her sexual agency is interesting to take note, she was very proud and spoiled as young noblewomen tended to be, but she was also particuarly bold and openly confrontational about things which she disagreed on. She could be very troublesome sometimes, with or without good reasons. She lacked diplomacy and calm, and it naturally got her trouble on occasion. If she had been a man, I believe she would have been killed young, because many young noblemen who behave in the way she did ended up being murdered by their enemies, but she was beautiful and charming and she had her protectors, she might not have been so politically savvy as Lucrezia, Giulia or Isabella, but she knew how court intrigues worked (she was from Naples and in the court of Naples, if you didn’t know how intrigues worked, you died lol, it was that simple), so she played it well, and good for her, you know. One thing I often wonder about her and the end of her life is: how did she felt about the fact she apparently couldn’t bare children? with the fact she couldn’t be a mother? was it something she was okay with, even happy? or was it something that made her sad? I’d love to know that and more about the her last years, which there isn’t much available info, that I’ve found, sadly. Giulia Farnese: There's little about Giulia, but enough to make me like her. Everything I've read about her makes me imagine her as a beautiful, lovely, lively, smart young woman. I can see why Rodrigo was so crazy about her, hell, all of the men who came into her presence fell in love immediately dsjdsjdsj, and she was very aware of that and used it to her and her family's advantage, that much it's clear to me. She was no meek, feeble-minded girl as some authors characterize her as. The sibling relationship between her and Alessandro is also very cute, it seems he was protective of her. And ooh, what endears her to me even more is her capricious, bold attitude at times, like can you imagine young Giulia, in her what? 17-year-old-self openly changelling the Pope's orders? at least twice that we know of, even though she knew full well the risk it brought to her and her family? That's just....not even grown, harsh men dared to that and if they did, they were screwed, but Giulia was like whatever I’m doing what I want! djsdjsdj, and to me that highly implies she knew where she stood with Rodrigo. It’s so powerful and awesome really, I can’t say that I agree with the notion she was a victim of Rodrigo, or as the prefered narrative often goes from women of the past, a victim and pawn of her family ZzzZZzz. Giulia was harcore, and I think she was as interested in the advancement her family as they were, given the more high status your family had, the more opportunities you had, the more wealth and therefore power and safety, she knew how to play the game and she was successful at it, I mean she managed to make her brother a Cardinal and later he became pope, anddd she also managed to make a great alliance for her daughter, with no other than the Della Rovere’s family, that takes some serious political maneuvers and charm and patience, which it seems she had it in spare. She also had many lovers it seems, and she eventually married a Baron, and became governor of Carbognano, and the records state she was a good, wise administrator, "who governed in a firm but energic manner" (god, this reminds me of Cesare djsdjjs), so yeah, Giulia was a pretty cool lady. Isabella d'Este: I find her more interesting than Sforza mentioned above, and I vibe more with her and her way of doing politics, for sure, she was a savy political player and keen diplomat. I'm fond of her relationship with her brother, Giulio d'Este, it's very cute, and I find it unfair when some scholars characterize her as a shrew of a wife to Gonzaga (hi, Bellonci! hahaha). I don't think it was quite like that, she certainly helped him a lot during the moments of crisis, but she had to make some hard decisions, and she did what she thought was best for her family's power and her State, it's not so simple. So yeah, she’s ok, I just don't find her interesting as a historical figure I suppose, nor her family. I don't really find the d'Este interesting tbh, there are some interesting moments perhaps during the 1400s, with Ercole d'Este's father: Niccolò III d'Este, but overall it's like mehh. They had such a haughty attitude about themselves and their lineage, which unlike the Malatesta, it's not fun, it's just annoying, and their hypocrisy was out of control, and I can't stand that lol.  Lucrezia Borgia and Charlotte d’Albret: I’m putting them together and for last here because I think they suffer much from the same kind of faults in their historical literature: The passionate, overly sensitive approach by their biographers. They are put on a pedestal, where only their piety and kindness are acknowledged, and/or the victim status is applied to them, regardless of the lack of evidence. And from then on all sorts of empty assumptions and claims, personal projections are made about them, in a rather condescending, clairvoyant way, and of course of their relationship and bond with Cesare. They are always seen as women first and human beings second (no matter the author's school of thought nor his/her intentions), so their minds, their complexity, their political intelligence has to be severely diminished in order for some narratives to work, which it’s a big disservice to them, in the end. Their sincere love and cloneness with Cesare always have to be justified, from the natural love of a sister to a silly’s girl first love etc, it’s terrible, and it fails to pay attention to the historical material, same for the “competition” which happens often among some scholars in order to establish which woman had a more important position in Cesare’s life. I think it’s so silly, so limiting to give promience to one or the other. Lucrezia was his sister, his blood, and as such of course she occupied an important position in his life, yes, but there is no need to exaggerate things and turn their normal sibling bond into this epic romance where Lucrezia is the only and most important woman in his life, (which it’s far from being supported by the known facts available about the Borgia family) and then as a result, completely ignore or dismiss Charlotte and her own important position his life and the sincere affection he had for her, and vice-versa, there’s no need to call Lucrezia a non-entity and disregard her importance in her brother’s life. Like, a more balanced, fact-based view is possible where we can say both women held important positions in Cesare’s life, and it seems he had strong emotional bonds with both of them. They can co-exist, it doesn’t have to be one or the other. Overall I think there’s just this constant infantilization with them that I find quite insulting, and there's also this modernization, if that makes sense, of their lives? maybe as a way to make them more relatable to modern readers idk, so sometimes I read works where it looks like Lucrezia or Charlotte are teenage girls living in the 50s or in today's time, and they are not. There are worlds apart between Lucrezia in her 14-years-old, for example, and a teenage girl today. It's not the same at all and it shouldn't be presented so imo. Thoughts on...ask meme

#anon ask #ask answered #idk how to tag this #house borgia #just for ref to myself so i can find later #thank you the ask! #:) #hopefully there's some new thoughts there #bc i feel like i'm being repetitive lool #sorry if that's the case #i've been talking about this family for way too long now and i have a bad memory

[peachtree-dish]

A Te Che Sei Il Mío Grande Amore

Chapter 3: Senza che tu mi dica niente tutto si fa chiaro

Luglio 01, 1969

Luca’s birthday rolled around faster than anyone expected, the day arriving with clear skies and high temperatures. Luca awoke to his mother’s voice echoing through their home as she prepared breakfast. Stretching, the fifteen-year-old shook his nonna as gently as he could to wake her. She grumbled at his attempts and swatted at his claws.

“Nonna,” he sighed, shrugging with a smile and swimming into the kitchen to greet his parents. During his time in Porto Rosso, Luca enjoyed every moment he could swimming and spending as much time in the water since he couldn’t do as much in Genoa. He, along with Giulia and Signora Mia, had snuck to the shoreline in the early hours of the morning every few weeks or so just so Luca could refresh his scales and get the nutrients he needed. It was especially necessary when the temperature had become too cold and made him lethargic and ill. Luca shook his head softly, sending bubbles rippling above him in search of the surface. Signora Mia had been just as kind as Massimo, and just as headstrong in a lot of ways. He made a silent promise to call her with Giulia to make sure she was doing well, even if he were sure nothing could fell the infamous Mia Berni.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Daniella kissed Luca’s cheek and handed him a plate full of seaweed and fish flank on his way to the table. Returning the sentiment, the youth sat beside his father and informed his parents that grandma had decided to sleep in a little longer.

“Ugh, she does this every time. MA!” Daniella shouted in frustration, only to be startled by her own mother swimming around the corner.

“You’re being dramatic, dear. I only do it when I think it will annoy you.” The elderly sea monster smiled toothily at her disgruntled daughter who muttered, “Which is every day,” and finished setting the table.

“So, how does it feel to be another year older, son?” Lorenzo floated a piece of fish to his mouth and chewed animatedly, his gaze never leaving Luca’s. Luca shrugged in response and picked at the seafood drifting across the coral table.

“Not any different than last year, honestly. I still feel like I’m fourteen, so nothing special.” He slurped the seaweed into his mouth, much to his mother’s chagrin, and instantly missed the taste of pasta.

“Fifteen is a pretty big deal, though, you’re becoming a young man and that means changes and more responsibility.”

“I hardly think now is the time to discuss any of that at the table.” Luca’s grandmother scoffed before he could reply.

“What, it’s just the basics; Longer tail and fins, not to mention attracting the pretty lady gills, eh?” Lorenzo nudged Luca in the side who nearly choked on his food and spluttered white bubbles over the table, his scales flushing darkly.

“Lorenzo!” Danielle cried, her claws slapping the table in mortification.

“What? We were around his age when we met. If I remember correctly, you thought I was quite the catch.” He batted his eyes at her, pursing his lips teasingly.

“I was young and silly; I didn’t know any better.” Try as she might, Daniella couldn’t stop the smile that threatened to break her scowl. She busied herself by shredding the fish flank and wrapping it in seaweed. Undeterred, Lorenzo lifted from his chair and leaned in closer, trying to further fluster his wife.

“Yeah, maybe, but you still accepted my courting pearl after the Spring Swim Festival.” Lorenzo pulled a reluctant Daniella out of her chair and began to lead her around the room in spins and pivots, grinning madly as she shrieked with laughter. Luca watched with a mixture of amusement and confusion, his discomfort fading as he pushed the idea of ‘lady gills’ far from his mind. When he peered at his grandma, she appeared nonplussed and continued munching on her food although a genuine smile lifted her aging scales.

“You were skinnier and more handsome then, of course, she fell for you.” Lorenzo pouted at his mother-in-law and led both he and Daniella back to the table.

“I simply grew into my man body,” He emphasized his point by sticking his gut out even farther and patted it proudly. The table burst into laughter and Luca quickly finished eating after, his stomach nearly as full as his heart.

After he finished, he turned to his mother and asked, “Is it ok if I go visit Alberto and Giulia for the afternoon?”

Daniella conceded with a content nod, “Just don’t forget about our dinner tonight at Massimo’s, we don’t want you kids to be late.” Luca agreed cheerfully and kissed each family member on the cheek before swimming out the entrance.

“Hey!” Luca turned mid swim to see Daniella at the entrance. “I love you.”

“I love you too, ma!” Grinning, Luca took off, the water gliding past him as he made his way to the surface and his friends. As he leaped through the blue waves, he imagined he was like the superhero from the newspaper comics that Giulia and Mia both read. Pointing both fists forwards, Luca broke the surface with a whoop, water streaming behind him like a cape.

When he arrived at the Marcovaldo residence, the only beings there to greet them were Machiavelli and a few of his kits, each of whom wanted his attention and brief affection. Finding some of his spare clothes in the drawers of Alberto and Giulia's shared room, Luca quickly left the house and wandered the streets, eager to find his friends. Judging from the sun, he knew the morning fishing trip had come to an end not too long before which should mean Giulia, and Alberto was out delivering. Walking through the town square, Luca waved to a few of the patrons he recognized, mentally wincing as he remembered his first attempts at greeting Porto Rosso’s patrons. If anyone had been the stupidi, it had been them.

Chuckling as he went up the city’s hill, Luca caught sight of two familiar heads of curls along with two faces he was not expecting. Tensing at the sight of Guido and Ciccio, Luca prepared himself for a fight and made to run the rest of the way before he heard laughter. Guido was laughing at something Alberto had said and lightly touched his shoulder. Somehow, the movement was worse than if he had punched Alberto instead. A dark and ugly feeling reared its head within Luca’s belly, causing his face to burn and his hands to clench. Clenching his teeth, the young sea monster marched up the cobblestone pathways, intent on not showing his discomfort.

“Ciao,” he muttered shortly, arriving beside Alberto, and instantly causing Guido to lift his hand from Alberto’s shoulder. Giulia nodded hello from her seat on the bike as Alberto wrapped an arm around Luca’s shoulder.

“Oh, hey Luca,” Alberto cheered even more so upon seeing Luca. “You remember Guido and Ciccio, vero? I helped their families in the off-season while you were away.” Luca looked at the two teens who stood abashedly in front of him and offered his hand after a moment of hesitation.

“It’s good to see you both again,” Not, he thought as he shook the brunette’s hand. Ciccio spoke up, his round features coloring.

“We realize we never officially apologized to you before you left, si? We’re really sorry about last summer, Luca.”

“Si, Ciccio, and I were very foolish and ignoranti, we hope you can forgive us, and we can start again.” Guido smiled warmly, his gaze sincere. Taking a deep breath, Luca felt his earlier feeling of… whatever it was, fading away. If Alberto and Giulia both felt they could trust these boys again, then he could follow their lead.

“Lo apprezzo. I know being around Ercole wasn’t the easiest either, it’s all water under the bridge now anyway.” He smiled genuinely this time, heartened when the two ex-henchmen immediately relaxed.

“Bah, no lie, I’m so happy to be rid of that jerk,” Guido nodded at Ciccio who nodded and twisted his hands anxiously.

“He ate so much of my family’s bread,” Ciccio whispered horrified, his gaze wide. Giulia shared a weirded-out expression with Alberto who only shook his head.

“I didn’t know your family baked,” Luca interceded, ignoring his friends’ lack of subtlety Snapping back to the present, Ciccio grinned widely showing his perfectly white teeth.

“Oh, si, Pasticcini al sale Marino is the pride and joy of Porto Rosso and my family. Our baked goods bring customers from miles around; you should see the line of people who want to buy my mother’s Sfogliatella.” He leaned in conspiratorially to whisper, “My siblings and I have been helping since we were little, so only we know the recipe.” He puffed his round chest out proudly, only to be poked by both Alberto and Guido.

“Knowing a recipe and following it correctly are two different things, Ciccio. Your batter was not very good the last time you tried to make Bombolini.” Guido teased and Alberto nodded knowingly.

“I still don’t know how you mixed up salt and sugar,” the older sea monster screwed his face in disgust, remembering how the supposedly sweet treats and mistakenly been made with copious amounts of salt. “Seriously, Ciccio, even the ocean’s not as salty as those things were.” Ciccio pouted good-naturedly as the group laughed.

“It’s still not as bad as the time Guido set the auto garage on fire,” the blond argued mildly to which said boy grimaced.

“I thought we agreed to never speak of that again; I thought my papa was going to skin me alive.”

The teens chatted a bit more and Luca began to warm up to the two boys who had hurt him so much the past year. Perhaps, he reasoned, they had been good all along and had simply needed the chance to prove themselves.

Bidding Guido and Ciccio farewell, Luca joined Alberto and Giulia as they made the rounds. Luca asked a question that had been on his mind since arriving in Porto Rosso.

“So, whatever happened to Ercole? I haven’t seen him since we’ve been in town.” Alberto placed the cash from his previous sale into the leather pouch of the cart before answering.

“Honestly, the guy kind of disappeared after the race. I think he was embarrassed enough to keep his head low for a while, but other than that, I’m not sure. Maybe he left?” Giulia thought for a moment, her gaze focused on the road ahead.

“Maybe, I don’t think he went away to university, but he could have. His family is really wealthy, so they could afford it no matter the grades he got.”

Luca kicked a pebble, his thoughts skipping back to that one word: university.

“What’s the point of grades anyway, doesn’t that, like, stress you out more?” Alberto mused.

“It certainly does for me,” Giulia huffed. She bid Buongiorno to a young mother who bought the last of their fish and both Luca and Alberto filled the empty space as they headed back down the hill.

“I think it’s mostly competition, to see who really wants to be an academico or no,” she contemplated. “Sometimes if you have really good grades, the universities will pay you to study in their schools. That happened to mama when she moved to Genoa.” Alberto winced slightly at the mention of Giulia’s mother, the story of her separation from Massimo fresh in his memory.

“I wonder if I was good enough, they’d do that for me?” Luca hummed, his eyes following the drains that spread across each building they passed.

“Well, duh, they’d be stupid not to; you’re better than good enough right now,” Alberto bumped his shoulder with a smile. Luca blushed and tossed his friend a grin.

“Hey, happy birthday by the way. It’s about time you got to my age,” the older boy winked and wrapped his arm around Luca again, causing Luca’s skin to hum with energy.

“Oh, yeah! Are you excited for tonight?” Giulia asked over her shoulder.

“Thanks, you guys, really,” Luca felt warmer with Alberto’s arm around him, and he was sure it had nothing to do with the afternoon sun. He wondered briefly if said boy could feel how hard his heart was pounding. “Should I be excited, I thought we were just having dinner?” Luca asked, brow furrowing in confusion. He twisted around to face Giulia as she pulled into the plaza and made her way towards the small coastal home. Alberto lifted his arm when Luca turned away, causing him to feel its loss.

Giulia glanced at him and grinned excitedly. “Papa saved some fireworks from the Festa Della Repubblica since we were in Genoa, and he wants to set them off for tonight.” Luca gasped and jumped in his seat.

“Santa mozzarella! Are you serious?!” He shared an animated glance with Alberto who smiled as he hopped off the cart.

“Of course! I mentioned to him how much you had enjoyed the fireworks during Vigilia di Capodanno last December. He decided that would be his gift to you this year.” Giulia locked the bike and carried their bag of earnings inside, the two boys following after her.

Inside they found Massimo at his stove, his presence filling up the majority of the room. He turned to greet them as they entered, placing a kiss upon Giulia’s curly head.

“Buon cumpleanno, Luca. May you live to see many more,” Massimo rumbled fondly, patting Luca on his checkered shoulder. Luca returned the sentiment and wrapped a short hug around the large man, his arms too small to wrap fully around him.

“Grazie, Massimo. For your wishes and for your surprise gift,” Luca pulled away while Massimo smiled happily, his eyes disappearing behind his bushy eyebrows.

“Giulia,” Massimo chided lightly, turning to his daughter who was counting out money, “I thought we agreed to keep it a secret until after dinner?” Giulia smiled apologetically.

“Scusa, papa, we were just too excited,” She and Alberto began counting the coins on the table while Massimo ushered Luca over to the stove.

“Come, Luca, you will help me prepare dinner,” Massimo handed him a bag of clams and ordered him to wash them thoroughly in the sink. Luca would be the first to admit he was not a cook, but Massimo was gentle in his orders and easily guided Luca in making a perfect pasta dinner.

Once the Paguro family arrived along with Ciccio and Guido, once again to Luca’s surprise, the night was filled with much laughter and filling food. The linguine pasta alle vongole was instantly a hit and paired nicely with the red wine Ciccio had brought on behalf of his family. To the teens’ disappointment, the adults were adamant that they were still too young for alcohol. At one moment, Lorenzo laughed so hard, he inhaled his pasta and sent part of it into his nose much to the delight of the children. After dinner, the group trouped outside with fireworks and dessert in hand. While Massimo and Lorenzo set up the fireworks near the edge of the waterline, Daniella, Giulia, and Ciccio helped serve gelato and watermelon.

With a happy sigh, Alberto nestled himself into the sand alongside Luca, happily chewing on the red-fleshed fruit. Luca’s eyelids were drooping as his body felt full and warm, accompanied by his own friend’s radiating heat. His gaze lingered as Alberto licked gelato from his lips, the cream dripping from the corner of his mouth. Forcing his eyes to look anywhere else, Luca shifted closer to Alberto. Instead, his gaze landed on his father asking animatedly about the fireworks in Massimo’s hand, the larger man looking both confused and entertained by Lorenzo’s energy.

“I know I already said it, but happy birthday,” Luca dragged his eyes back to the tanned boy next to him and smiled. He jumped slightly at the first explosion, watching in delight as the light of the fireworks made his friend’s skin glisten with multicolored hues.

“Thank you for sharing it with me,” He replied easily. Neither made comment as their arms brushed or as their hands splayed out behind them with barely any space between. Up above the merry group, bright color after bright color bloomed across a starlit sky, the stars twinkling their own delight.

#luca #pixar luca #luca fanfiction #alberto scorfano #disney #alberto x luca #giulia marcovaldo #luca 2021 #luca x alberto #my fic tag #my favorite siblings #my fish bois #mutual pining #queer fanfiction #massimo marcovaldo #Daniella Paguro #lorenzo paguro #found family #a te che sei il mio grande amore

[bluewahhh]

Soft Sorrow (1)

Ghostface x fem!reader

The rumors of a strange new masked killer never really caught my eye entirely. Sure hearing them around in stores and restaurants interested me a bit but never enough to purposely go look up news articles.

Today was as normal as any other day. I woke up, got ready for work, and met up with a coworker to walk together. Though it’s really cold she always walks with me since I haven’t been able to get a car yet. We discuss very random topics, but she always seemed to bring up killers no matter what. Whether it is famous ones or just random ideas of possible ones.

“morning Y/N! How'd you sleep?” she said as cheery as usual. “Ah, hey Alice !” you'd say, actually kind of happy to see her. It's been a while since you had her cheerful self all upon you, and it was kind of therapeutic. “Sooo…” she said, kicking a rock as you two walked. It was almost too obvious as to where she was going with this. “Have you heard of this Ghostface guy going around and killing people?” She said looking in your direction. You took a small breath in “Uh- yeah actually, I’ve heard rumors.” you said looking up at the blurry clouds and small poof of hot breath, you felt for your phone as you realized you forgot it. “Yeah, apparently he picks them at random. But still manages to know his way around the houses. Crazy isn't it?” “Yeah super weird, I wonder how he manages it. Uh give me a second I’m gonna run back to my place, I forgot my phone” you rushed the first part of the sentence and quickly turned around towards your apartment, sprinting a bit. “Okay! I'll wait for you here !” she yelled slightly. “Nah! Just go ahead, I'll catch up !” you yelled back, you didn't really make her wait for you, you felt too bad for some reason. As you approached your apartment you thought about this alleged killer, is he seriously as good and well planned as they say? You finally made it inside your room where you were relieved to see your device sitting on the nightstand. You let out a soft breath and went to grab it. You checked through it a bit and turned around to face the exit when you caught a glimpse of your closet door. You remembered closing it, but you were met with the doors wide open. “Didn’t I close it? I guess not.” Exiting the premises you catch a glimpse of what looks like a black leather dash behind a neighboring house. “These stupid stories are getting to my head, I’m seeing things now.” After brushing it off you walk towards the office building completely losing sight of Alice. Sitting down you greet the people you’re beside, a girl on your right begins talking about relationship issues she has with her boyfriend. “He just- he pisses me off sometimes !” She ends. Alice quickly jumps into the conversation, eager to give her two senses. “Why don’t you just leave him Giulia? I mean all you ever talk about him is how much he makes you mad.”I just,….I can’t.” Giulia pushes out. “He’s all I have, and even though he might piss me off a bit he still makes me kinda like…melt? In some sort of way. He makes me feel alive.” I’ll never understand this sort of thing fully, I imagine it’s just genuine love but if she can’t even form it into words it must be strange. “I can’t help you, I’d just dump em” “I knew you’d say that. I don’t get why I even ask for your advice.” She sighed and rubbed her temples, going back to writing an article on a new highway being built. A soft yell pierces the air, a yell of my name that is. I get up and quickly trot over to the main office, where my paycheck and job lies. “You called?” I say a bit nervous. “I’m assigning you to write about the recent murders around the town. Your fast and admirable writing and reliability are what I need for it. Can I leave it up to you, I’ll even give you a raise.” Your heart sank a bit, not at the thought of the killer but at the thought of having to go investigate all of it. Couldn’t he have given it to anyone else? You thought to yourself. After a couple agonizing seconds of silence, you finally decide to speak up. “Yes you can, I'll be sure to make a great effort.” You huff out forcefully. “I’m counting on you,” he says with a grin plastered on his face. You walk out sighing and begin to search for the last crime scene.

#ghostface #dbd ghostface #dead by deadlight #x reader #danny johnson #jed olsen #the ghostface

[anchoviesinthenightsky]

Here’s something that came to mind from seeing tangled the series that lives in my head rent free I don’t know what to do with:

Following a year after the movie, Luca comes home for early spring holidays. Alberto’s mood is oddly kinda down in a way him and Massimo hadn’t seen before. Luca and Massimo worry what could be troubling him, as Massimo reveals that he’s been down for a few weeks now since spring really kinda started. Massimo decides to take the boys fishing, thinking it would cheer him up to keep him busy, as Alberto had said he doesn’t know why he’s sad, it just happens every spring and it’ll pass, like seasonal depression. Though while out near the good fishing spot Alberto and Luca had shown early, they couldn’t get Alberto to focus much as he just focused on the island he use to reside from, like a trance.

Is it abandonment issues? Yes. Feel free with whatever ending or style, I know it’s not really Luca x Alberto but I am not good with romance plots I’m so sorry 😞 hope you enjoy it anyway

AN: What a GREAT prompt. I had so much fun writing this. I'm not sure if you meant this, but I took this to imply that Alberto's dad left in the spring. And I was thinking about why that memory would be triggered for a full season, and I landed on the idea that something in the environment (like a particular scent) that Alberto associated with his dad leaving, could make an entire season difficult. So I was playing around with that idea!

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Spring was in the air, sweet and verdant, and flower petals floated through the air as Luca stepped off the train and into the Portorosso train station. School was on break for a week for the Easter holidays, and Luca had opted to spend the time back home, while Giulia stayed with her mom.

Luca heaved his travel bag off the train steps and looked around the platform. He saw Alberto and Massimo standing in the corner of the station. Alberto was looking off into the distance, not focused on what or who was in front of him. Massimo was lightly patting him on the shoulder and pointing to Luca.

“Beto!” Luca shouted, trying to get his attention.

Alberto shook his head, like he was clearing his brain of fog, and then locked eyes with Luca. “Luca!”

Alberto’s arms were strong and warm as Luca crashed into them. Luca wrapped his own arms around Alberto and squeezed. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Alberto whispered, hugging Luca tight.

And Luca noticed that something felt off about his friend. Maybe it was in the way he seemed to cling onto Luca for the hug, but barely touched him once they let go.

Maybe it was that there was a hollowness in his voice and a distance in his eyes. Like he was here physically, but not mentally, when he told Luca that he could stay in Massimo’s house, if he wanted. And that he’d already asked Luca’s parents if that was okay, and they said it was.

Luca picked up his bag and followed Alberto and Massimo out of the station. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about his friend.

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“Aren’t the flowers beautiful?” Luca asked. He and Alberto were walking under a trellis lined with wisteria and roses. The flowers wept through the openings, trailing down to brush the tops of their heads as they passed. Luca picked one of the wisteria buds and tucked it behind Alberto’s ear. “They’re almost the same color as your scales.”

Alberto pressed his lips together and took the flower from behind his ear. He looked at it for a moment before turning to Luca and putting it behind his hear. “Maybe you should wear it then, so we’ll match.”

“Oh, well,” Luca touched the flower. The delicate petals mixing with his curls. “We could both wear flowers.”

Luca reached up to grab another one, and Alberto stopped him from reaching the wisteria blossoms.

“Please don’t,” Alberto’s voice caught in his throat. He cleared it with a cough. “I don’t really like how they smell.”

“Oh.” Luca said, retracting his hand. “I didn’t know.”

“’’Sokay,” Alberto shrugged. “I’d never told you.”

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The rocks beneath Luca’s feet clicked together as he followed Massimo away from the boat. He watched Alberto check the fishing nets. From a distance, he looked sure of his actions, like they’d become second nature to him.

“Luca,” Massimo said, putting a hand on Luca’s shoulder. “Have you noticed that Alberto hasn’t been himself?”

“Yeah,” Luca responded slowly. “It’s like he’s not totally here.”

“Yes, exactly.” Massimo said. “He’s been like that for weeks.”

“For weeks?”

Massimo nodded. “Do you know anything that might cause him to be like that?”

“Not that I know of. Maybe it’s seasonal? He was never like this in the summer.”

“Could be.” Massimo said.

‘Do you think it’s something else?”

“I do not know what to think, ragazzo.” Massimo took his hand off Luca’s shoulder. “I just want him to feel better.”

____

Water sloshed around the sides of the Giulietta, as the boat came to a stop at a particularly good fishing spot. Massimo lowered the net into the water and waited for Alberto to drop anchor. When he didn’t Massimo said, “Luca would you mind dropping the anchor.”

“Of course.” Luca stood up, his leg brushing against Alberto’s, and dropped the anchor gently over the side. He imagined it sinking down and the plume of sand that’d follow as it hit the ground.

He sat back down next to Alberto, who was looking toward the island they’d meet. The island looked different in the spring. It was more colorful than Luca remembered. Flowers dotted the island, and on the side of the island opposite the tower, there was a wisteria tree. It was close enough to the water, then some of the branches floated on the surface, rolling with the gentle waves that came to shore.

Alberto’s eyes were unfocused, and Luca nudged him with his shoulder. “What are you looking at?”

Alberto blinked hard, squeezing his eyes shut, before looking down at the water. “Nothing.”

“It didn’t seem like nothing,” Luca said quietly. He placed a hand on Alberto’s knee. “You know you can share things with me, right?”

“I know,” Alberto’s eyes flicked up to Massimo and then back down to the water. “Everything is fine.”

Massimo shifted in his seat, like he was about to speak, but Luca held up a hand to stop him. “What do you say about going on a swim, Alberto?”

“We’re in the middle of fishing.”

“It’s a good idea,” Massimo said. “I can handle the fish.”

“Come on Beto,” Luca tugged on his hand. “The water’s nice.”

“Luca, it’s May. The water’s cold.”

“For humans maybe,” he teased. “Come on.”

Luca slipped into the water, feeling scales shimmer over his body. He splashed his face to finish the change. “It’s really nice Alberto.”

“I don’t know.” Alberto leaned over the edge of the boat to look at Luca.

Luca flicked some water at his face, purple dots appearing where he hit.

“Hey!” Alberto rubbed the scaled away. “What was that for?”

“I just thought it’d be funny.” Luca said, unsure.

“Well, it wasn’t funny, and I don’t want to swim.”

Luca watched as Massimo looked between Alberto and the island. “Alberto,” he said. “You can go swim. I won’t go anywhere. I promise. I’ll be right here when you’re ready to go back home.”

Alberto’s shoulders dropped. His lips pinched together, and he nodded slowly. “You promise?”

“Of course.” Massimo replied.

“Thank you, papa.” Alberto said. He slipped out of the boat and dipped his head under the water, before popping back up to face Luca. “Where to?”

Luca grabbed his hand and pulled him down.

___

They didn’t go so far down that they lost sight of Massimo’s boat, but they were deep enough that the sky distorted under the water and the currents would carry their bodies if they left them.

Luca flipped on his back and put his hands behind his head, letting the water roll over him. Alberto stayed curled up, his tail curling around a leg.

“So, what’s really going on?” Luca asked.

“Nothing, I told you.” Alberto glanced behind him at the island. Luca could see branches of wisteria floating on the water.

“Beto,” Luca flipped over and put a hand on Alberto’s arm, “you’re a terrible liar.”

“I am not.”

“You are, and that’s okay.” Luca smiled a little. “But you’ve been acting out of it, and it seems like something is wrong. You can talk to me. I’m here for you.”

Alberto pressed his lips together and looked off to the side of Luca’s face, as if he couldn’t look him in the eye. “You know my dad?”

“Massimo?”

“No, the other one.”

“Oh.” Luca squeezed Alberto’s shoulder, hoping the touch was reassuring. “What about him.”

“He left in the spring.”

Luca nodded, afraid saying anything would stop Alberto in his tracks.

“It was,” Alberto turned and pointed to the floating petals on the water. “there.”

“Under the wisteria?” Luca asked. Heart dropping as he recalled trying to give Alberto a flower from that same plant.

“Yeah.” Alberto dropped his head. “We were sitting there, under the flowers. It was a nice day, where the weather was finally starting to get warm again. He told me that he was leaving, and that I could watch after myself.”

Alberto’s eyes watered. “And then he left. And I sat under those flowers until the sun went down. I slept under that tree the first night too, and I thought— I thought if I didn’t leave then maybe he’d come back.”

“I’m so sorry Alberto.”

“Me too.” Luca pulled Alberto in for a hug, “You should tell Massimo. He’s been worried about you.”

Alberto shook his head, hiding it in Luca’s neck. He mumbled, “What if I tell him and he thinks my dad was right and leaves me too.”

“No.”

“What?” Alberto lifted his head a little.

“Massimo isn’t like that. You know that.” Luca put a hand on Alberto’s cheek. “You’ve got a Bruno in your head.”

Alberto gave a wet laugh. “Yeah, maybe I do.”

“I know you do.”

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You will find me among the fields of gold

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Chapter 84 rewritten.

Levi faces the hardest choice between duty and love. Will he make the right decision without regrets?     

TW: major character death, heavy angst, mentions of blood and wounds

You'll remember me when the west wind moves

Among the fields of barley

You can tell the sun in his jealous sky

When we walked in fields of gold

Another terrible dream that made him break into cold sweat and forget how to breathe. His lungs are not functioning properly, whole body trashing, the powerful tremor disabling him from moving a single digit. He feels as if he has just fallen from the highest point, the pain is too real to confuse it with a dream. Despite it, Levi Ackerman tries his best to regain the equilibrium

Breathe

Focus on your breathing

Ground yourself

Slowly look around you

Try to reach out to something and focus on the tactile feelings: is it cold? or hot? soft? or hard?

The words are burned in his memory, every single syllable well rehearsed many times. Yet, it is getting harder and harder to follow the clear instructions day by day. The attacks are getting longer, the torturing images too vivid. Sometimes he stops feeling the thin line between his nightmares and reality.

Gathering all his might, he lifts his torso and sits up. The silk shirt uncomfortably sticks to his wet back, urging him to change or better take a warm shower. He doesn’t like this coldness engulfing his body.

He takes deep breaths, reminding himself to be careful not to trip over when stepping into the bathroom. Within a long, agonizing 10 minutes he manages to stand still under the warm droplets, trying to relax his jaw. Only now he can feel how hard he has been gritting his teeth all this time. Although he can’t get rid of the tension in his muscle completely, a warm shower dulled the implications of the previous attack. He is not sure whether going to sleep is a good option since another flashback in a single night is too much to deal with, even for the Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. So instead of taking a fresh silk shirt, he puts on his uniform, meticulously cleaned and ironed, then proceeds to brush his hair. The simple act used to alleviate anxiety and panic attacks, but somehow now it doesn’t feel right anymore. As if something is missing. Something that his heart longs to get back. Yet the world is a cruel place, where dreams of people are often neglected, broken and destroyed.

Time to get used to it

Once done, he leaves his room at this ungodly hour, to make a chamomile tea. He always keeps a stash in his room, and a small velvet bag filled with leaves inside his breast pocket, for the occasions when he might not be in the barracks when the nightmare finds him.

The relaxing scent of tea leaves brings clarity, making it a bit easier to concentrate on his surroundings. For Levi, it is sufficient, however there are some days, bloody  dreadful days, when he needs something stronger than this. Those are few unendurable flashbacks where he hyperventilates so hard he is sure his heart will jump out of this throat. That’s when his hands automatically pour a tumbler of amber coloured liquid into a thin crystal glass. And he gulps the content in a one go.  The fluid stings his throat and pulls him that much further from the dream that is still whispering to him. He would move to a large chair and watch the stars and the moon outside, trying to find peace in the dark sky. Once he feels the tremor dissipate, he takes another sip, slower this time and closes his eyes.

When is he going to forget it?

When is she going to leave him alone?

So she took her love for to gaze awhile

Among the fields of barley

In his arms she fell as her hair came down

Among the fields of gold

He thinks there is no better feeling than her fingers running through his damp locks. They are lying on his bed after taking shower. She is so warm, soft yet strong, strong enough to hold him when he is a screaming, crying mess, strong enough to bring him back to reality after another disastrous mission. She has become an anchor he desperately clings to in a silly attempt to keep his sanity intact.

“ I love how smooth and silky your hair is. Was it longer, I would braid them everyday” she hums against his temple.

“ You would be terrible so I would never let you experiment with my hair” His eyes are closed, voice raspy and sleepy, still he can easily detect the playfulness in her words.

“ Meany. After we come back from Shiganshina, I’ll style your hair and you will bear with it”

And with these words he thinks he may give Hange a chance, just once. As if she needs permission. As if he can ever say ‘no’ to her. Somehow he is ready to let this four-eyed weirdo have her way with him, if that brings her joy.  

“ Just let me sleep. Tomorrow is going to be tiring” he doesn’t want to speak anymore not to reveal the tremble in his tone. Instead he wraps his arms around her torso, locking her in a tight embrace, nose nestled close to her heart. Her steady heartbeat, which somehow matched his own, lulls him to sleep, lifting all the worries and dangers waiting for them out there, behind the Wall Maria.

“ This will be the day we will get free. Finally, we will advance and learn more about the true nature of titans”

Titans. Titans. Titans. Her desire to discover the previously hidden secrets, to shed light onto the unknown amazed and terrified him at the same time. He would want Hange to be a bit more careful.

“ I am so excited, Levi. I have so many plans in my mind, once we reach the basement”

“ Just don’t be too reckless out there. Nobody except you will agree to step into that junkyard you call a lab” He takes a mental note to force Hange to clean all that rubbish after the expedition. And this time, he will not get fooled by her puppy eyes and do the half of the job for her. No, he will stand beside and watch her deal with the consequences of her carelessness.

“ Don’t worry about me. I want to live, Levi, I want to live and see the rest of the world. A bunch of titans will not bring me down. So, you are stuck with me for a long time, shorty” She leaves a kiss on his forehead, one hand moving to his back, rubbing small circles through the thin fabric. Soon, only the slow breaths of two bodies pressed together can be heard in this room.

Will you stay with me will you be my love

Among the fields of barley

And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky

When we walked in fields of gold

His heart thunders in his chest as he takes one titan after another down. Again and again. Their footsteps are loud like the elephant stampeding in the wild ready to trample whatever they see. Levi is tired, exhausted, his fingers have grown numb, petrified as they clutch the sword, Levi’s legs are on the verge of giving up, knees buckling and crashing onto the soil. He is sure Erwin is dead and with that Survey Corps is left in the middle of the war without its mastermind. Nearly all soldiers are eradicated. And those who are still breathing, will they be able to continue this war. Will any of us survive this day?

Probably not. So what’s the point of pushing so hard beyond his strength to stay alive for another minute. Can’t he just stop? He has been fighting this war against titans and humans within and outside the walls as long as he remembers himself. Doesn’t he deserve rest? But he mustn't stop, he doesn’t have the luxury of accepting death,  he must fight until the very end because there is someone there in Shiganshina leading a battle for freedom.

Holding his breath for a moment, he flings his body towards the Wall, towards Hange. His eyes and ears strained, hoping to pick up the sound of something, anything that says she is alive.  

Finally, his legs land on the stones, eyes frantically searching for the brown ponytail. Then he sees Eren and Berthold. Their titans were slowly dissipating into the thin air.

“ You traitor. You killed everyone. You killed Hange-san!”

The whole world turns gray, his strength leaves him and he falls down, hand clutching his heart to somehow ease the pain. He feels like his body has been pierced with thousands of needles. The pain is sharp and dull at the same time. As he takes one step closer to the body lying on one of the rooftops, lifeless, limp, the invisible hand picks one needle at a time, agonizingly slow to let him drown in this suffering.

Hange

The olive skin. Oh how much he loved when her olive skin shines in the moonlight. He knows every single inch of it, memorised every scattered mole, kissed all of her scars, traced the star shaped birthmark on her right thigh. She was his canvas, and he poured all his emotions, untold confessions into her olive skin. Now, that desired body turned into an ugly blackened chunk of flesh lying on the ground and continuing to smolder, blood bubbling and steaming as it spills out from the wound.

Once when she accidentally spilled the boiling water on her wrist, he bandaged the bruise, she described how the body reacted to burns. If it is a mild  wound, within several days the damaged area will peel off and, most likely, not leave any huge marks. When it comes to life threatening burns, it will result in nerves being completely destroyed. The person will feel nothing in that place, but the tissues underneath the burn will cause incapacitating pain. He knows it was not a quick and easy death.

He simply stared at her face, not even caring of hot tears tainting his cheeks.

“ You promised me to live, Hange”

His fingers rest on her hand in a featherly touch. He longs to hear her voice one more time, to tell her how much she meant to him.

Levi never believed in fairytales, miracles or luck. He saw the world as a dark place with occasional glimpses of sunshines. But at this moment he sees a true miracle.

Hange takes a short, laboured breath,

All his senses get heightened and he brings himself closer to her chest. Thud-thud-thud  

“Eren!” he shouts, voice cutting through the tension. “ Bring that bastard, here!”. He has already taken the black box out when the holder of Attack Titan arrives.

She is alive!

I never made promises lightly

And there have been some that I've broken

But I swear in the days still left

We will walk in fields of gold

What a cruel joke! He would rather jump into the mouth of a titan, instead of being here. At this moment. But he needs to make a decision.

Mikasa’s head spurs back, ears heavy with deafening screams of Berthold Hoover, as the titan holding him tight bares the teeths:

‘ Annie! Reiner!’

Soon all of them run to the source of the thick stream, to meet the new Titan Holder.

Only Levi doesn’t move, not leaving a body of his fallen comrade.

Many years have passed since those summer days

Among the fields of barley

See the children run as the sun goes down

As you lie in fields of gold

“ Help, please help” It is a harsh gurgling cough. He thinks whoever that person is he is heavily injured. He steadily walks forward.

And then he turns into stone. The breath he was holding exhaled.  

"Fucking hell." He whispers to himself. "Fuck… Fucking hell."

The next steps are larger and quicker until he is directly over her prone body. He doesn’t need to hear the squelching of his boots to realize what the puddle he'd stepped on. In the dim light, it looks black and thick as it drips from her body to the floor.

“ Levi..”

“Hange, here I will help -” His movements halt as the loud voice pronounces his name. Levi, come here

He looks back to see nothing but blackness. How is he going to get out of this hellhole? He doesn’t even know where he needs to go. But he feels something calling him. He needs to go

Something brushes his calf “Please…”

Tears are glistening on her beaten, bruised face. He quickly steps back so she couldn't touch him anymore.

In desperate need of contact, she crawls forward but halts with a sharp cry of pain. It is followed by a sob.

He rubs his eyes desperately wishing that when he opens them, Hange will disappear. But of course, she didn’t. It is Hange fucking Zoe, she would never disappear when he wanted so, over the last 10 years they knew each other.  

“ Please Levi..”

Run, Levi . The voice calls for him again and he looks around to see where he is. But there is nothing but blackness.

He swears once more before his muscles get tensed for action. Striding back over to her, he bends down and reaches out to lift her shoulders up.

"Argh! No please! It hurts!"

Her cry is so loud that he drops her back onto the floor without care causing even more pain. She starts crying, silently, steadily.

"I can't. Hange…. Fuck. I have to go. I have to go."

"No! Please… don't leave me. By myself. No… please."

He clutches his head in aggravation. Still kneeling beside her, he feels her blood seeping into his trousers and touching his knees.

Her small hand grabs his arm with a surprising amount of strength.

"Please… stay." Her breath came out in harsher wheezes.

"Hange, you have to get up. I can’t lift you" He demands angrily. Everything starts to get on his nerves

"No… Can't. Please. Stay. Few minutes… Only a few more minutes."

Reluctantly, his legs buckle under him.

They didn’t say anything the first minute, only listening to the noise of Hange’s weak lungs trying to keep her body going.

"Tell me."

His head moves, brow furrowed. "Tell you what?"

“ Anything. I don’t want to die, Levi. Tell me anything… I can dream”

Swallowing another lump in his throat, he tightens his hold on her hand unconsciously. And then he babbles the first thing that came to mind.

“ Do you remember the barley field? We went there during my second year in the Survey Corps. The field was big, enormous and so peaceful”

He stops for a second to check on her breathing. Her chest is falling up and coming down in slow motions, her bloodied lips lit with a bright, genuine smile.

“ Yes. I remember how Mike brought a bunch of carnations to Nanaba. She kept the petals in her diary till her death”

“ Yeah, who thought that giant was so romantic” And oh God, she laughs. That happy, loud laugh he hated but slowly got used to, and later couldn’t imagine his life without.

“ I thought… I thought it would be great to come there once more. With you. Alone”

He pauses to check on her again. He wonders if his eyes are playing tricks with him or has she really got paler? Ignoring the pang of sadness, he continues: “ I would bring your favourite pastries and fruits. We would lay a blanket there, and stay for as long as we wanted. Enjoying the sunny weather. Then you would pull my hand and force me to run with you through the field. You would be so happy”

“ Yes, I would be very happy, Levi. You know I wanted-”

As she fights back the pain to finish her sentence, that voice speaks again. Hurry, Levi, come here.      

“ Hange, I can’t stay anymore, I need to go”

Her eyes fly open, staring at him in panic. His hand twists to remove itself from her grasp.

"No… No, Levi. Please…" she begs as tears drip down her cheeks, her now empty hand scrambling towards him.  

“ I am scared, Levi… Please… I don’t want to die alone. Don’t leave me”

His own eyes can’t stop tearing.

“ No! I have to do it”

With that he runs towards that voice leaving her sobbing hard on the cold floor.

He snaps out of another nightmare. Every night, he sees her die, one way or another and he can not do anything. He wants to save her, desperately, but something, that voice doesn’t let him follow his heart. No matter what he did, he never reached her. She would fall to her knees, cough blood, her doe eyes stare at him, yearning for comfort, support, love

But he couldn't fucking reach her.

And then as she exhaled for the last time… he would wake. Safe and sound in his own bed.

You'll remember me when the west wind moves

Among the fields of barley

You can tell the sun in his jealous sky

When we walked in fields of gold

Erwin buried her in that field of barley because Hange, surprisingly, told him to let her rest there when her time came, if there would be anything to bury.

The brats visit her grave everyday bringing flowers, sobbing and telling how much they missed her.

Albeith, Levi has never come. Not even for the funeral. He doesn’t deserve to appear in her final resting place after what he did.

Yet, now, at 4 am, he is striding in a field of barley.

Her grave stands under the shade of the big tree.

“ I AM SORRY” he yells with all his might “ I AM SORRY”

He yells, fists pounding on the ground, tears streaming down his chin. His sobs echo across the empty field.   He doesn't know how much time has gone before it seems like all the guilt and pain in his soul are spent, and the warmth covers his back.

Sun rays sparkle on her stone, her name shines as brightly as her smile.

And then he sees her.

Hange is standing in front of him, wearing white shirt and pants, and that stupid, wide hat. Her hair is still a mess, glasses a bit lopsided, her beautiful dove eyes full of love.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, strong wind swirls around him causing his weak body to scrumble. Unable to keep himself on his knees and arms, he turns around and lies on his back. The wind calms down to a gentle breeze, playfully throwing lush green leaves on his face, his ears barely detecting such a familiar giggle.  

Only now he can breathe clean air. Only now his shoulders relax, the heavy burden lifted completely.

Hange forgave him.

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