#thank god giovanni was there with him

[snzleclerc]

pizza date ! 🍕

*translated italian!!

The last few days haven't been easy, dealing with the end of a 3-year relationship is something no one wants to go through. And what's the best way to cope with that? Pizza.

I make my way to "La ricetta di Giovanni," a calm and tranquil pizzeria in the beautiful city of Positano, and from a distance, I can smell the delightful aroma of tomato sauce.

Upon entering the establishment, which is composed of bricks painted in a brown hue, dim yellow lights, small plants scattered around, tables with classic red and white tablecloths, ambient music, I feel a huge sense of peace and joy. Some people, mostly couples, are scattered around the tables engaged in long conversations, and the sound of cutlery on plates fills the air.

"Buona notte, bellissima! Qual è il piano per la serata?" ("Good evening, beautiful! What's the plan for tonight?") the voice of Martina, the best bartender in town, reaches my ears.

"Come sta Tina? Come al solito! E un bicchiere di vino, per favore!" ("How's Tina? The usual! And a glass of wine, please!") I reply, heading towards a table in the somewhat empty corner of the restaurant, with a beautiful view of the quiet streets.

The view is lovely and all, but what I can't help but notice the most is the beauty of the man sitting in front of me, a few tables away. My myopia doesn't help, but I notice his tousled brown hair and handsome face.

He seems to be in the same situation as me, alone and waiting for his order, and I wished he really was alone. Without a girlfriend.

Noticing more and more, his light gray shirt with a few buttons emphasizes his muscles which are crossed on his chest, he looks like a god.

I could analyze him all night long, until he slowly turns his head towards me, realizing my fixed gaze on him. I try to look away, but he smiles and shows his dimples, making me blush deeply.

God bless Filippo, the waiter who arrives with my wine and glass just in time before the man would see me redder than the wine itself.

I thank him and see that the man calls him to his table, I try to look curiously, but unfortunately, the waiter ends up blocking my view.

I pick up the wine and pour it into the beautiful glass I drink from, exchanging a few more glances with the man, now that Filippo has left.

A few moments later, the one who had just left returns with a new glass of wine and places it on my table, without saying anything. I try to understand what was happening, until I see a figure approaching me, wearing the same clothes I noticed before.

And when I least expect it, the handsome man is in front of me.

"Posso unirmi a voi?" ("Can I join you?") He asks me politely. "Sì, certo che sì" ("Yes, of course") I reply nervously, but with a smile on my face, adjusting my green dress.

He pulls the chair in front of me gently and sits down, resting his elbows on the table and analyzing me with a smile, making me smile back.

"Posso sapere il nome di questa bella signora seduta di fronte a me?" ("Can I know the name of this beautiful lady sitting in front of me?") His voice is like music to my ears. I notice his round glasses that perfectly match his face. "Giorgia. And yours, my dear?" I reply.

"Charles." He says and I let out a slight laugh through my nose. "What's wrong?" He asks with a little smile on his face. Oh, those dimples. "Charles..." I stop and think for a moment. "Sounds like a spoiled name." I add and we laugh in sync.

"But do I look spoiled?" He analyzes me more and I only see perfection. Green eyes, a beard grown but not long, the smell of expensive perfume...

"A little bit, but I'm not sure about your character." I stare into his deep eyes, the ones that could drive me crazy in a few seconds.

"Well, you can find out now." He says leaning in more over the table. "What brings you here?"

"I live here." I say looking around. "I recently ended a relationship, I needed to clear my head."

"Then I think it's important for us to get to know each other more tonight, huh?" Charles tells me with a smile, well... provocative. And I do nothing but the same.

Let's see what happens.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #italy #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz fanfic #lando norris #daniel ricciardo #pizzalover #charles leclerc #arthur leclerc #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 imagine #leo leclerc #milan #cl16 x reader #cl16 #charles lecrelc #oneshot

[dreamingonclds]

Everything Happens For A Reason | LN4

Summary: Sometimes the people that love us hurt us the most but, you can't seem to stay away. After an immense break up, you've become the most passionate in your career. Going from casting to casting, concert to concert, audition to audition, you become one of the most famous artists of your generation. You were done picking up the broken pieces of your heart when somebody comes into your life and you place your heart in someone else's hands again.

Word Count: 4728

Pairing: Lando Norris x female! reader ft. Carlos Sainz

Warnings: none

Chapter 5

Previous Chapter

“Oh my god, we’re almost there!” Jen says excitedly as you reach the many people behind barriers near the entrance

“A lot of these people are here for you,” says the driver as he looks at you through the car mirror

“Really?” you turn to him in shock with your eyes wide

He nods as he continues to drive but, he opens your window and to your surprise, he is very much correct.

As soon as your window is down, screams and flashes from the outside flood the inside of the car. You wave at the people as they yell flattering and sweet messages your way. You see many people with your newest album in your hands and with gifts ready to give to you. You quickly bring your phone out to record these moments, you never thought you’d have supporters in Monaco.

Once you reach the paddock entrance you take one last deep breath and step out of the car. You’re quickly greeted by an F1 representative, a bodyguard, and a few more people. You try and listen to what the people are trying to say but the fans quickly drown them out.

“I think we should go say hi to them before we head inside,” says the rep as she turns to look at the fans behind the barriers

You head towards the fans with a smile and wonder who you should greet first. The most noticeable one is a girl with a Ferrari hat right in the middle, so you head towards her first.

“Oh my god, Hi!” she yells and hands you a model Ferrari racecar

“Hi, how are you? Are you sure you want me to sign this, it’s the smooth operator’s car as well?” you giggle at her

“Yes, yes! Please! Are you a Ferrari fan?” she asks as she looks to your face for an answer

“A die-hard Tifosi,” you say with a smile as you hand her the car and pen back

You realize the surrounding people heard what you had just said when there are sudden screams and even more phones pointed your way. The girl takes her phone out for a photo and you grab it and take the picture before moving on to the next people.

“Forza Ferrari!” says the guy as he hands you your album

“Forza Ferrari!” you reciprocate as you grab the album and pen

“What’s your name? How are you liking it?” you ask him as you look from the album to him

“Giovanni! I love it, my girlfriend showed it to me actually. This is for her, her name is Rosie!” he says excitedly

“I’m glad, thank you for listening! Tell Rosie I said Hi!” you say handing it back and taking a quick picture

“No, thank you! Welcome to Monaco!” he says

You smile at him as a way to say thanks, you move on to the next person holding out a bracelet for you. You gladly hold out your hand and the girl happily puts it on your wrist.

“Hello! Thanks, what does it say?” you ask the girl as you notice two chili charms on the white, red, and gold bracelet

“It’s the only Ferrari bracelet I had left, I heard you’re a Tifosi. Carlos took the one I had made for you” she says quickly and apologetically

“It’s okay, I’m gonna have to find him in there and make him trade,” you tell her as you giggle and look towards the paddock

“Oh my god, please record it if you do,” she says pleadingly

“I’ll see what I can do,” you say smiling at her

You quickly grab a picture with her and move down the line. That’s how it went for a couple of minutes, signing different items, taking selfies and videos, and receiving gifts. You wish you could stay with them forever, the Monegasque fans were some of the sweetest people you had met in Monaco. However, your interactions were cut short when you were told your time was up and you were ushered towards the paddock entrance. So, you turned around and gave them a wave goodbye and shouted grateful thank you’s to them. You left with an even bigger smile on your face as you heard your farewell being reciprocated.

“Ok, so here's your pass, just scan it on the machine and you should be good to go,” the woman says as she hands the passes to Jen and you

You both put them around your neck as you step up to the gates, you scan it as you're told, and sure enough; you're in. Once you step inside, you stop for a second and just look around, trying to take it all in; you used to dream of this.

“Welcome to F1! I’m just gonna give you guys a short tour of the paddock first. I heard you're a Tifosi so, we’ll be headed to their garage first. Feel free to ask any questions along the way.” the woman says happily

After a quick but thorough tour, you and your team ended up at the Ferrari garage. Buzzing with engineers coming in and out, and listening to your guide; you were pretty shocked when two tall men all clad in red made their way to you.

You could feel your heartbeat get stronger and faster, you started fidgeting with anything your fingers could touch, and you could feel the corners of your lips pull up. But not because you were happy, you were ecstatic actually but, you tend to smile when you get nervous.

“Charles, Carlos, this is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is Carlos and Charles. I’m sure you don’t need any further introductions.” says the guide looking from you to them and them to you, you all exchange small hellos before you go in for a physical greeting.

You start with Charles who's on your left, you go in for a quick hug and he goes for a kiss on each of your cheeks; the Monegasque way of course; you gladly reciprocate.

“Carlos,” you say softly before going in for a hug with him, considering both of your Hispanic backgrounds; you both go in for a kiss on each other's cheek.

You pull back just in time to hear Charles excitedly say, “Welcome to my home, Monaco!”

“Thank you! It’s so beautiful here, I already miss it,” you tell him truthfully

“So beautiful, have you taken a look around?” he asks curiously

“At Monaco, no not yet, we just landed last night. We’ve just seen what we could on the car ride here” you answer sadly

“We’ll have to take you around then, there’s so much to see”, Carlos says joining the conversation

“Yeah, that’d be great, a tour from the experts, I’m so lucky”, you say carefully not wanting to start anything, as much as you want to answer more freely, you have to remember the cameras recording your every interaction.

“Of course, I always love showing people around, maybe I should switch careers to a tour guide”, Charles jokes and you all laugh

“So, I heard you are a Tifosi?”, asks Carlos placing his hands on his hips

“Loud and proud”, you answer him

“Where’s your Ferrari gear then?” asks Charles pointing to your blank canvas of an outfit

You feel Carlos’ gaze fixed on you, eyeing you up and down. You suddenly feel nervous when you realize his current attire. His Ferrari red race suit was undone and hanging loosely on his hips and his fireproof clinging tightly onto his upper body. His messy dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and stubbled jaw. You had always known Carlos to be a good-looking guy but in real life, the man was gorgeous.

“Umm, I’m saving that for race day! Save the best for last, you know!” you say trying to collect yourself and looking back and forth between the two

“You better” Carlos points to you while Charles nods in agreement

“I hate to break this conversation up but, we have to hurry and take pictures before Y/N heads off to McLaren”, interjects your guide

“What? I thought we were doing the hot lap with her”, questions Charles while Carlos scrunches his eyebrows in confusion

“McLarens hosting today, you guys have her the whole day on Sunday! But, considering you guys are her favorite team, we thought we’d bring her to you first” the guide corrects

“Well, that’s even better; I think,” Carlos says as he sways on his hips looking at you and Charles. You could’ve sworn you saw a wink, there’s a glint of something in his eyes you can’t put your finger on. Is he flirting with you? It’s probably all in your head, so you choose to ignore it.

As you’re about to go in between the Ferrari boys for a picture you see a handful of things handed to them.

“So, this is kind of embarrassing but I’m actually a really big fan of your music and I was wondering if you could sign my cd’s?” Charles says shyly as he hands you all of your albums. Never in a million years would you think the Charles Leclerc was listening to your music.

“Of course Charles! I’m so flattered, thank you!” you sign and hand them back. As you look up you see Carlos hand you the movie poster for the first movie you were ever in.

“I’m a big fan too, but I was wondering if you could sign this for my sister. She’s a really big fan, I swear she watches this movie like every week” he chuckles

“Wow, tell her I said hi and thank you,” you say as you sign the poster and write a thankful message on it. You hand it back and look back up at the boys who are both giddily smiling down at you

“We also have a couple of things for you, from us. And we heard that your dad was the one that got you into Formula 1, so we have some stuff for him as well!” Charles hands you a red Ferrari bag with signed hats from both of them to your dad and shirts for both of you.

They hand you their hats, signed and each with a sweet message written on the cap. You sincerely thank both the boys while you look at the hats, noticing Carlos’ chili underneath his. You smile at it and look back up to them.

“The problem here is, whose hat will you wear on Sunday?” Charles asks as he raises his eyebrows

“Mine of course,” Carlos says teasingly as he looks from Charles to you

“Hmm, depends on who does better in quali; just kidding,” you say giggling as you look between the boys. They both smile at you and giggle back.

Your guide then puts her hand out to lead you in between them for a picture. You settle yourself snugly in between them and decide to put one hand on the middle of their backs. You expectedly feel Charles lightly place his hand on your upper back near your left shoulder. But, you feel Carlos place his hand confidently on your lower back. Your cheeks betray you as they go Ferrari red at the weight of his hand. You try to ignore the feeling it gives you as your brain begins to give you logical explanations for his boldness. He probably just had nowhere else to put it; right? But then you begin to feel him creep down until he’s ear level with you.

“For you, I’ll win” he stands straight up again but you can still feel the ghost of his breath on your ear. You choose not to say anything, instead, you move your thumb up and down a bit on his back. Hoping he acknowledges your gesture as a response, and you know he does when you feel him do the same to you. You're surprised to feel fluttering in your stomach.

…

Lando’s POV

“Is she actually coming?” asks Lando as he rubs his face pacing around the McLaren garage

“She’s probably right around the corner. She got here a little after I did, there were loads of people here for her,” says Oscar as he takes a sip of water and goes to stand next to Lando

Suddenly the sounds of footsteps and voices course throughout the garage. A telltale sign that you were nearby. The McLaren team scrambles to set up their cameras and ready the boys for your meeting.

“Ready guys!” says a manager as they start their video cameras

“Nope, not at all,” Lando says quickly and quietly hoping the cameras don’t pick it up but Oscar does. Oscar giggles and soon enough Lando breaks into a big laugh that he’s known so well for.

“Hi Y/N, welcome, welcome, come on in!” says the team. Lando and Oscar are both caught off guard as they were both still laughing when Y/N walks in; safe to say they were both flustered.

Oscar quickly collects himself and walks forward to greet Y/N but Lando. Lando stood in shock for a few seconds before a manager gave him a quick nudge encouraging him to walk forward.

Y/N POV

Walking into the McLaren garage you can already feel the difference in ambience. Compared to Ferrari’s serious attitude, McLaren felt a lot more laid back; it settled your nerves. As you scan the room you see engineers, managers, and a film crew. Until they move aside and Oscar walks forward to greet you.

“Hello, nice to meet you!” he goes in for a handshake and offers you a smile but quickly pulls back. The younger boy seems reserved, quite a lot like yourself. You smile back at him as you notice Lando slowly walking towards you. You can already feel his shyness and nervousness, definitely not the Lando you expected. But, you too begin to feel nervous as you feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“Lando, nice to meet you!” you say extending your right arm to him, you’re too shy to go in for a hug.

“Very nice to meet you too, wow you know my name!” he says with a sudden hint of confidence in his voice. As cliche as it sounds, you felt sparks when your hands met but you narrowed it down to the fact you had a crush on him and nothing more.

“Of course I do, I mean you’re only my second favorite team,” you say and quickly question whether you should have said that or not.

“Second?!” Oscar and Carlos question at the same time

“Who's your favorite team then?” asks a McLaren team member

“Ferrari,” you say shyly, looking at the ground. Why did you even bring that up you thought, especially in the McLaren garage.

“Of course, me too,” says Lando, he laughs and then everybody else follows. You're thankful for his wittiness and everybody’s reaction. You work up the courage to look up at him and smile when you see him already looking at you and his toothy smile

The McLaren boys and you begin to exchange gifts like you did with Ferrari, there was nothing too special about the interaction until Oscar speaks up. As you handed both of them your album, Oscar grew a mischievous smile on his face.

“Ohh, Lando’s gonna sleep with that at night, that’s all he listens to,” he says as he looks to Lando to try and see his reaction. He grows prideful as the rest of the garage laugh with him and his teasing. You're surprised to see this side of Oscar, something you wished McLaren showed more of.

“So I’ve heard” Now it’s your turn to feel mischievous and tease Lando. You look up to Lando with a sly smile as you finish signing his album.

Lando’s eyes widen as he doesn’t know what to say but his body betrays him. His cheeks and ears redden and he’s trying to look anywhere but at you.

“Seriously mate, my own teammate has betrayed me; can you believe it?” Lando looks at Oscar, smiling but out of embarrassment. You three stand like shy schoolchildren for a couple of seconds until your guide comes up to you.

“I really hate to break up this bonding but, it’s time for the hot lap!” says the guide teasingly as she looks between you guys. She explains that only one of the boys can do it and looks to them for a decision; which you are thankful for.

“I’ll gladly give that to Lando,” Oscar says suggestively as he teasingly pushes Lando towards you. Lando shakes his head at Oscar’s antics but walks towards you with a blushing smile.

“Ok, let's do this!” Lando claps his hands as he walks towards where the garage meets the paddock and you gladly follow him. You guys stand there for a couple of short minutes as you wait for the car to arrive. You're both given safety instructions and the typical rundown of how a hot lap works, but really it’s for you and Lando just happened to be there.

“Are we really your second favorite?” Lando asks breaking the silence, there’s a doubtful feeling in his question

“Mhm, why, you don’t believe me?” you nod at him confirming your stance

“No, I do. It’s just kinda hard to believe I mean, you’re you and we’re us” he says

“You know what’s also hard to believe, you having me as your phone background” You’re speaking before you can speak, and you mentally curse yourself. You have no idea where this confidence is coming from; you hope it doesn’t get you in trouble.

Lando quickly turns his head towards you, to the point you think he might’ve hurt himself. His mouth moves as he tries to think of what to say but all that comes out is a smile.

“What the, h-how did you know that?'' he interrogates you as a blush creeps onto his cheeks.

“That’s for me to know and you, to never find out,” you say giggling at his confusion, he continues to look at you looking for a hint of an answer

“From an old interview, a Q&A with you and Oscar,” you say giving in

“Ohh, so you're spying on me, that’s cheeky you know. I’m starting to think you fancy me?” he says the last part while pointing from you to him. Your newfound confidence is passed from you to him as he places his hands on his hips. He’s turned the tables on you and you feel like a deer caught in headlights.

“No, no, that’s not what that means,” you say quickly, not having the words to defend yourself

“Ugh, as if, it’s not like you had a huge crush on him too!” you hear Jen say from behind you both, you had forgotten she was even there

“Oh so, fuck me then!” you say playfully throwing your hands up and surrendering to their truthful accusations. You hear Lando crack up, the laugh you had known only through a screen. It’s safe to say it still had the same effect on you, you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. Jen’s laughing too, not at you but with you; you can tell she’s proud of herself once you look at her. You know that look of hers all too well, she’s trying to play matchmaker.

As you are all still laughing, an engineer approaches with two helmets. He extends them out to each of you, “Lando, will you help her please” says the engineer as you take yours. Lando then puts his helmet down and takes yours from your hands.

“Look down a bit” You follow his instructions as you feel him carefully place the helmut on your head.

“Ok, now look up” You look up at him, you can’t see his mouth but you can tell he’s smiling by the crinkles near his eyes

“Hi,” he says quietly once he meets your eyes, and so that only you could hear. You smile back at him once you feel his fingers graze your face as he buckles the straps. For a short moment, both your eyes continue to look at each other, his fingers still under your chin; unmoving. The interaction feels intimate, maybe too intimate for your first meeting. But, it’s a very pleasant feeling, one that you hope you feel more of and you can’t help but hope he feels the same way. Your interaction is cut short once the car arrives but the feeling in your stomach doesn’t falter.

As you walk towards the passenger side of the car, you feel Lando’s presence behind you. You go to grab the door handle but Lando beats you to it. He opens it while smiling at you and extends his other hand to lead you inside. Your cheeks begin to blush again, your cheeks are for sure going to hurt once you’re done with all of this.

“What a gentleman!” says a surprised engineer as they watch you both. Not that Lando isn’t chivalrous but, they had just never really seen this side of him. He gives them a toothy smile back as he almost skips his way back to the driver's side.

“You ready? Nervous?” he asks after multiple engineers come to check that you both are safe to go

“A little bit, but I trust you. Let's do it!” you reassure him, once he takes a look at you to make sure, he puts the car in drive and you’re off

The drive was going really well, up until Lando brakes a little bit too late at a curve. The car begins to drift and lifts the slightest bit on your side. Your eyes go wide and you go to lift your hand to the grab handle. But, Lando’s arm quickly extends over you pushing you back into the seat, your reflexes go to grab at his forearm and you both stay that way until the car reaches a straight again.

The drive ends relatively fast as it’s only one lap around the track. Once Lando puts the car in park, he turns to look at you and begins to apologize. He looks quite embarrassed and all you could do was reassure him that it was okay because you were both unharmed. Once you are both out of the car, you are led back into the garage. As you are both taking your helmets off, you are asked how it went. Before you could respond, Lando beat you to it.

“I braked too late, it could've gone really bad,” he says smiling but you could tell it was just to cover his guilt. Before he could say anything else, you quickly jump in

“But it didn’t” you reassure him by placing your hand on his arm

“I thought it was really fun, I’d do it again and again” you continue, trying to bring his confidence back up

“I know, it’s just, kind of embarrassing” he rakes his hand through his curls as a way to distract himself

“It’s not, it happens to the best of us” You look at him smiling hoping the message sticks, he manages to give you a small smile back

…

Jen and you are now back at McLaren's hospitality, eating some lunch and just talking about the day with each other and with anybody who cared to join. You hear a knock at the door and it opens to reveal Carlos. McLaren welcomes their past driver with very open arms and it makes you smile, at how loved he is.

“Lando’s not here right now,” they say to him as Lando is currently still out finishing interviews.

“I’m actually not here for him” Carlos responds

“Oh, what are you here for then?” they question back as everybody looks at Carlos confused. Carlos raises his hand and points it to you smiling, you tilt your head in surprise. Jen is rarely caught off guard and even she looks up from her phone.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it then,” the man says as he pats Carlos on the back and walks out giving you two some privacy. Most of the other people also leave the room but Jen, she simply moves to the corner of the room. She shoots you a teaseful look as she settles into the couch and “focuses” on her phone.

“Hola! You speak Spanish right?” he says as he pulls out the seat across from you.

“Si! Es mi primer lenguaje.” (Yes! It’s my first language.) All of a sudden you felt such a comfort within him, you hadn’t been able to speak your mother tongue in what felt like months. Carlos breathes a sigh of relief as his hand comes up to meet his chest.

“No sabes lo feliz que me hace saber eso.” (You don’t know how happy it makes me to know that) 

“Eres mi casita lejos de mi casa” (You are my home away from home) he tilts his head and gives you a sweet smile. Now it’s your turn to grab at your heart, he really is working those puppy dog eyes of his. But then you have a quick realization.

“Espera?” you look to the side and bring your finger up as you think of his contradiction. He cranes his neck at you and drops his smile confused at what you’re about to say. “Y Checo y Fernando?” (And Checo and Fernando?)

“Me espantastes” (You scared me) he laughs nervously and drops his shoulders in relief. “No se comparan, eres diferente” (They don’t compare, you’re different) his face wears a cheeky smile as he waves his hand in front of him

“Diferente? Carlos, we met like, 5 hours ago!” (Different?) You giggle at him and his forward flirting.

“Y que tiene, yo siento que ya te conosco muy bien. But, if you feel like I don’t, you can go out with me later tonight so I can get to know you better.” (And what about it, I feel like I already know you very well)”

This is a confident man, bold, it took you completely by surprise. You didn’t realize you were just sitting there until you saw Jen from behind him mouthing “Say yes!” You forgot she was there listening to the whole conversation and now you were flustered.

“Smooth, real smooth.” you wished you had something better or cooler to say but, the man seemed to take every thought from your head.

“There's a reason why they call me Smooth Operator” he chuckles looking very pleased and proud of himself. “So, what do you say?”

“Oh my god Carlos!” you slap your forehead laughing at his wittiness, the man has jokes. And he knows it too as he laughs with you. “But yeah, sounds like a plan” If this is a small preview he’s giving you, you couldn’t wait to see what later tonight would look like.

“Ok, I have to go now but, give me your number please so I can text you the plan for later,” he says while looking at the clock behind you and taking his phone out of his pocket. He unlocks it and slides it across the table to you. You type in your number and hand it back not wanting the job of naming your own contact; you’ll leave that for him to decide.

Seconds later you feel your own phone vibrate, he’s texted you a 🌶. Of course, you giggle and decide to name his contact exactly that. You look up to him once you hear him stand up and find him already looking at you. You too stand up once you see him smiling and walking towards you. You go in for another side hug like the one from earlier but, you're surprised when he goes in for a normal one.

“See you later” he pulls away and walks towards the door. “Ciao” he waves at both you and Jen as he walks out.

“Wow,” you hear Jen say before you can say anything.

“Wow,��� you turn to look at her, letting her know you share the same feelings.

The night couldn't come any slower and you're left with a buzzing in your stomach. The night will definitely be a memorable one and you couldn’t wait.

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[teecupangel]

Fredrico/Leonardo: where Ezio gets to go back in time (thanks to Desmond who he drags with him) and they save his family. After Ezio gets to re-meet Leonardo and he is so excited to have his friend back (even though they have to start over), but to his horror Fredrico starts to flirt with the man.

Now Ezio loves his brother and knows he is a good man, but Leonardo was his best friend. A man Ezio grew to love very dearly. Had known for longer than his own brother (and isn’t that sad?) So maybe Ezio is a little…protective. He has learned to be in his older age. Protective of his home, his weapons, his friends, his family. His.

 (and if a certain time traveler now sits squarely in the ‘his’ category, well he isn’t going to say anything)

And maybe Ezio could handle his brother’s flirting if the man didn’t go about it as if he was a courtesan working the docks. He had noticed Fredrico had started to open his doublets and chemise to an obscene degree, even for him. It makes Ezio cringe. “God brother! Why not just go shirtless? It may cause less of a scandal.”

The worst part? Oh the worst part is its working. Leonardo was flirting back. (Desmond stop laughing, this is serious!) He is flirting back and seems to be rather appreciative of the display Fredrico is putting on. To add more to his misery, Leonardo doesn’t seem to be the only one. Ezio is pretty sure he has caught Desmond’s eyes lingering on the bare chest of his brother, but he really doesn’t want to acknowledge the ugly feeling that ignites in him.

TLDR: Ezio is determined to cockblock his brother and drags Desmond along.

Fredrico knows what his little brother is doing and thinks he is being an absolute brat.

Leonardo thinks that the reason they keep encountering Ezio and Desmond while trying to date is because those two are also dating.

And Desmond thinks Ezio is being ridiculous for a man who is technically 50+ in age.

Also:

“Ezio, I’m pretty sure I didn’t come back in time to be witness to your brother’s sexlife.”

“Shut up! They are NOT having sex!”

“Yeah, because you keep cockblocking him!”

.

Just more Desmond and Ezio shenanigans in the forefront and Federico is both amused and annoyed but them.

They do provide a good distraction considering Giovanni wants Federico to look into this weird incidents involving Uberto Alberti and the Pazzis while Giovanni goes to Roma to make sure that there was no foul play over the death of Rodrigo Borgia.

(funny thing though, Ezio introduced Desmond as a ‘friend’ about a few days after Rodrigo Borgia died but that’s just a funny coincidence since it’s clear that Ezio and Desmond had been friends for quite some time now)

Hell, Federico had actually thought Ezio had a crush on Leonardo with the way he was being an annoying tag-along the entire time Federico was trying to flirt with Leonardo but noooo.

It’s not that.

Leonardo was a precious friend, his best friend (and Leonardo always looked so happy whenever he remembers that) and, really, at this point, Federico would just like Ezio to confess that he and Desmond were together.

(Ezio uses a pillow to scream his frustration about Federico’s misconceptions, Desmond just laugh it off and play the part because if he’s going to be dragged to Ezio’s misguided attempts to cockblock his brother, he was going to have fun on Ezio’s expense too).

Throughout this entire thing, Leonardo knows Ezio and Desmond aren’t together but he also assumes they’re dating to ‘ward off’ other people. He’s pretty sure Ezio believes he only likes women who is trying to mend his broken heart after being rejected by the beautiful la bella Simonetta and he’s too oblivious to even see dudes that like him and Desmond is the epitome of chillness and not looking for anything sexual or romantic (“I’m just appreciating the view!”) that Leonardo was sure there was some kind of tragic backstory behind that. He’s the one who tried to explain that to Federico who misunderstood Leonardo’s explanation and thought they were dating for real. (They weren’t dating at all, o dio mio!)

As payback though, Leonardo started to use Desmond and Ezio in his commissions… for the more compromising ones anyway.

(Ezio may or may not be the model for a few of Leonardo’s female paintings… no one can truly be sure… except Ezio)

#ezio gets the female parts #because leonardo wants to mess with him the most #desmond is just in for the ride after all #ask and answer #fedeleo #while it’s a misunderstanding #no usual tags because #ezides #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

[leggerefiore]

After playing through Gen 1, Giovanni is a mundane villain. His plans aren't like using the god pokemon to do its specific thing, which will probably hurt everyone else in the process. He's literally just doing crime syndicate things. Running a gambling lounge, making deals/threats with companies, funding things he has an interest in. Like, yeah, he funded Mewtwo's creation and probably planned on using him to spread his power further, but he just wants criminal things and money. (And ignoring his son somewhere in there ig.)

And he respects power because he literally disbands his entire team after getting beat by a ten year old thrice, one of which was just them going in for a gym battle against him. (Granted, he was there to just build up his influence and power again.) He then fucks off to who knows where to focus on mastering pokemon battling.

Gen 2 is just his underlings begging him to come back, to which he actually plans to. Except, thanks to Celebi, the Johto MC is in two places at once and beats him on his way to the radio tower to rejoin them. This man once again fucks off to who knows where because 10 year olds will not stop coming for him. (Though, I like to imagine the situation without Celebi and him casually returning to see Silver fighting a bunch of Rocket grunts while yelling Teamwork Bad.)

It's just so funny in comparison to literally any other villain. What? You don't plan on awakening the Kanto god beast to remake the world how you want? You just want to blackmail a company CEO? God, Giovanni, get with the times. Cyrus is literally trying to become a god, and you're just running a slot machine hell.

#pokemon.ima

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; james

requested by ; anonymous (21/05/23)

fandom(s) ; pokémon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; james

outline ; “OH MY GOD IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE WILLING TO WRITE FOR TEAM ROCKET IM SO EXCITED

ok ok so uh may I request general dating hcs for both jessie and james please ? (maybe someone who has a good living since both are homeless 🥹) THANK YOU !!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

despite his work as a member of team rocket, james is an incredibly sweet and attentive partner — the type who has a keen memory for everything you love and who will do anything he can to boost your confidence and make you smile whenever you’re together (he’s your #1 cheerleader even if he isn’t the most confident in himself most of the time — but he’s working on improving that with your help)

he doesn’t talk about his family, or his past in general, all that often but he when he does he always has something positive to say about his grandparents (his parents and ex fiancée less so, he loves his parents but they aren’t on the best terms at the moment and jessiebelle is, well, jessiebelle and enough is said about that) — and when you finally met ‘nanny’ and ‘pop pop’, they absolutely adored you (both as your own person and because of how happy you make their sweet little grandson)

if you wear makeup then he’s more than happy to help you put it on or perfect a look — he has a keen eye and a steady hand that comes in handy if you struggle with symmetry — and on a similar note he’s also happy to let you put makeup on him or to do his makeup alongside yours (he’s far from opposed to dressing up, cross-dressing, or wearing costumes with you, after all)

james loves using terms of endearment with you, to the extent that you’ll rarely even hear him say your first name unless it’s a necessary formality (like a first introduction or for a dinner booking), and they range from cutesy to traditional depending on his mood — for example, when he’s feeling dejected and clingy after being scolded by giovanni then he’ll curl up on your lap and call you ‘hun’ and ‘sweetie’ as he vents his woes to you, but when he’s in a more flirty mood then he might dip you in his arms and call you ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’ (context matters more than anything here, but he has been known to use just about any pet name in any situation)

he’s a complete gentleman and will go the full nine yards to woo you even after you’ve been officially together for what feels like forever — partially down to his upbringing and the expectations pushed upon him by it, and partially because he’s just that sweet — which includes him doing things like: bending down and kissing the back of your hands/each of your knuckles, opening car doors for you and helping you step out, holding doors open for you in whatever building you’re in, buying you flowers whenever he can scrape together the funds to do so (he may have been born wealthy but nowadays, not so much), offering you his coat whenever you mention being cold, and other things along those lines

jessie has caught him staring at you, or staring into nothingness whilst clearly thinking about you, more times than she’d ever care to count and this eternal puppy-love state has caused the trio to mess up on missions because james is just too distracted to stick to the plan — it would be adorable in any other situation but it usually frustrates her to the point of anger because that mistake was so avoidable, why can’t you just be normal about them for ten minutes?

when it comes to sleeping, james isn’t too bothered about what position you drift off in as long as the two of you are cuddling — he can fall asleep wherever he is, and being in a proper bed for the first time in weeks helps, but he sleeps most peacefully when he can hear your breathing and can feel your weight and body heat right up against him when he’s with you

whenever his team fails a mission, or he’s scolded by someone, you’re the first person he gets in contact with — either finding a phone to call you or stumbling sadly through your door and collapsing in your arms and just… staying like that for a while as he briefly lets himself forget what had left him feeling so low (you’re his rock, really, and he’d do the same for you if you needed it, but for now all he needs is to hear your voice and know that you still love and accept him as he is — despite all of his mistakes and failures)

#sleepingdeath #fluff #fluff hcs #gender neutral reader #pokemon fluff #pokemon x reader #pokemon james fluff #pokemon james x reader #team rocket james x reader #team rocket james fluff

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

back at it again with the swap au

In this version, Giovanni is a mundie! Part of the crime family, The Potages! Only containing Gio, his two moms, and his very concerned Epithet having cousins, The Roughhouses

Now for what you've all been waiting for:

The mugger shrunk back. W-what the hell was she supposed to do in a situation like this?! Her eyes darted over towards the two teens cowering next to the backpack. Desperately, she grabbed the sea urchin looking one and held him at knifepoint, he pantomimed in mute protest.

"St-stop right there!" She shouted. "Don't you care what happens to these two?!"

Giovanni's grin did not falter for a second, in fact, it had gotten wider. More gremlin esc, you could say. He flicked his arms, hiding them inside his sleeves. "You think a hostage can save your ass? HAH!" He barked. "Go 'head, don't need 'em alive to sell their stuff, best thing they can do is postpone the inevitable by a few seconds, then I'll have three more body's under my belt." He flicked his sleeves, several switchblades coming out from inside, dragging them across the alley walls, his foot steps driving into the mugger's head like a mysterious ticking noise

Tik

Tik

Tik

"Is five thousand dollars worth their lives? Is it worth yours? You gonna wake up with five thousand in your pocket after you watch two teenagers die in front of ya? Or ya gonna let yourself die? These are aaaaalll hypothetical, it don't matter to me! It's your choice 'Sides," Giovanni stopped, eyes gazing the mugger with a serious, shaded away expression, like in an anime. "I've killed for less."

Suddenly, Giovanni charged the mugger head on until she ran out of the alleyway, screaming her head off like she had just saw five horror movies all at once.

Giovanni stopped, waiting until dead silence was all that remained.

Once there was reassurance that she was fully gone, the two ex-hostages looked at their saviour.

Giovanni Potage did not have an Epithet

Giovanni Potage had never been in a real fight in all seventeen years of his life.

Giovanni Potage started to laugh out of panic

"HOOOLY SMOKES!!! HAHAHAHA!!!" He spat quickly, hiding the knives in his sleeves while he gripped the wall. "That was SO SCARY! Hah! I may be laughing but on the inside I'm dying!"

Giovanni hadn't lied to the mugger fully about his background, his side of the family were a bunch of criminals, growing up learning how to scare, cheat, and lie his way through life. He tries his best to put all that behind him, though. If he had an Epithet, like his parents, he would use all these tricks all he wanted, but, he was a Mundie. So that means he has to lay low.

He desperately wheezed, hacking up whatever was in his throat. "Oh my god what a rush! I straight up thought we were all gonna croak! I know I kept my cool, but I swear If anyone touched me I would turn to dust."

Rick wrapped his arms around Giovanni, crying big stupid tears. "GIOVANNII!!!! MY SECOND BESTEST FRIEND!!! THANK YOU!!! YOU'VE SAVED US FROM THE MONEY HUNGRY WENCH!!!!!"

Giovanni awkwardly patted his back, then Lorelai was dragged into the hug, Rick nestling his head in the middle, tears falling onto the concreate.

"You too, Lorelai! I am so sorry the woman had drenched your work! But the best thing is that.... we are ALL HERE!!"

Ah, the beloved Neo Trio. Standing near each other, all three looked like Neapolitan ice cream, Lorelai and Rick's hair even made it so some of the ice-cream got into their section, authentic!

Giovanni Potage and Rick Shades, Lorelai's best friends, she cared about them more than anything else.

Now for RICK! Our beloved Rich little Sea Urchin! In the au, he's a Mundie, much like Giovanni. Being homeschooled most of his life, Rick never really got people, and people never really got him. He later finds two new BEST FRIENDS! Giovanni and Lorelai.

The good stuff:

"Hey.."

"Oh- eh- hello!" Rick waved awkwardly like a robot, as he started to sweat from the very thought of human interaction.

"Nice lookin' bag ya got there..."

The 'bag' she was referring to was Rick's murse, it was a cute little purple purse in the shape of a sea urchin. Rick had a... strange obsession with sea creatures, sea slugs, cephalopods, isopods, shrimps, crabs, you name it? He loved it. Sometimes he would tell random strangers facts only he thinks are cool.

"Thank you!" Rick held it up "It's a sea urchin! By the way, did you know that the sea urchin uses the hydraulic pressure of water moving in and out of their tube feet to move about slowly. They can also propel themselves along with their spines. That's pretty impressive, considering sea urchins don't actually have brains!" Rick info dumped, not picking up on the fact the woman clearly did not care.

"Look's expensive..."

"Oh indeed it was! I had to personally commission it!" Rick grinned, like a glitched character in a video game. The air got too thick with awkward silence to where he had to leave. "Well! Bye!" He quickly made a break for the exit, but the woman blocked her path.

"Who'd you get to commission it for ya? Might be lookin t'get one.."

"Oh! I paid that nice man at the Baxter's crafting store! No clue what his name was, but I'm sure he'd be happy to make it for you!" The bells in his head were not going off when they really should be

"Ooooooh Baxter's? Gee, I don't think I can afford it"

"Hm! Troubling!" Rick blinked, pulling out a book about Marine Biology from his murse. "Anyways, do you want to hear about 101 Ocean Wildlife Facts?"

Rick did not wait for an answer before flipping through it, clearing his throat, he read the first fact. "Number one! Many bony fish have more than just one set of nostrils. The nostrils of fish also do not open into the back of the mouth like those of mammals, and are not, therefore, for breathing. They lead into organs of smell, which are very sensitive in order for fish to detect the presence of food in the water at considerable distances. More nostrils = more smelling! Huh! Well isn't that neat?"

Rick, once again, did not wait for a reply from the woman. "Ahem, number two-"

The woman didn't think twice before trying to snatch the murse from Rick, making him grab for it with a whine. "Heyyy! That's mine!"

"Not for long!" The woman replied, tugging it. Rick shimmied his way out of her grasp, clutching the murse closely as he shoved the book back inside it.

"You bully! You could've broken it! I know just how to deal with you!" Rick declared, inching closer to the woman before embracing her. "You are only mean because of what society has done! I will be the first to break your mind away from these patterns of violence and thievery! I... forgive you!"

The woman swiftly snatched up the boy by his aquarium back pack, causing him to flail and wail.

"NOOOOOOOO!!! VHS TAPES!!!!! YOU LIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

#epithet erased meme #epithet oc #epithet erased au #epithet erased ramsey #epithet erased fanart #epithet erased #epithet spoilers #prison of plastic au #prison of plastic spoilers #epithet erased prison of plastic #prison of plastic #giovanni potage #vincent murder #rick shades #lorelai blyndeff #digital art #fanart #swap au

[diviofaseron]

I'm old today

heya! i'll show you my recent bird art, and then we'll know each other a little better!

comfort character, Giovanni (TH link), holding his past self on his lap. he's a bird of my lore species, ampelhour

my sona, Lily (TH link). they're an ampelhour too

this is Sergey, my friend's red albino ampelhour

i never did a proper post like this so....

I'm Pecca, Vengri or Bird! (i've used multiple aliases in the past yeah) I'm now 25 y.o. today. Freshly officially diagnosed autistic + ADHD + dyslecsic/dysgraphic disabled person. Fluidflux (neutral/nothing aligned) and prefer they/him pronouns for online spaces

This blog has a priority on my lore world building of А́seron and its residents dívi! It will be full of reptilian birds and other anthro like dragons/canines/bugs (no spider imagery) and chimeras, local anthro (dívi) genetics, world notes and ideas, world concepts, MAYBE even gamedev??? god i wish to be that productive-

My comfort interest is birds and special interests include: science, especially biology/genetics; character design; game design; computer programming; music, rhythm games; early 2000-s aesthetics; zelda/mario/pokemon franchises! Current game hyperfixations: Flight Rising, Zelda: ToTK, The Binding of Isaac, Spore, Deltarune

! do not roleplay with me if we don't know each other, it causes me anxiety, thank you. BUT PLEASE SEND ME ALL SHIPTOSTS YOU HAVE THAMK YU I LOVE SHITPOSTS

My interests are stiff and may feel repetitive, please keep in mind

and now have a last post's birdie! this is, again, my friend's albino ampelhour, Sergey! thank you for reading!

#art #artists on tumblr #oc art #original characer #birds #anthro #autism #adhd #neurodivergent #autism awareness #pecca_tori #Aseron #ampelhour #divi #oh god thats alot #did i overshare again #oh well

[sydsaint]

Judge me all you want. IDC. He's hot 🔥

Summary: The reader celebrates Valentine's Day with her new grumpy commentary partner.

"Oh, don't look so down, Wade." You giggle at your travel partner and the scowl on his face. "It's Valentine's day! Aren't you even in the least bit excited?" You nudge his shoulder playfully.

Wade rolls his eyes and side-eyes you. "Excited for what? A night of listening to half of our colleagues throwing themselves at you all night? And you encouraging them to keep up the charade for a chance to take you home for the night? No thanks." He grumbles.

"Wow!" You giggle. "You are becoming very bitter in your old age, Barrett. You know that?" You tease him.

Wade grumbles again and continues on his path down the hall backstage at the hotel everyone is staying at for the night. You part ways with Wade for a few hours and head into your room to get dressed for the show.

Three months ago WWE hired you as a replacement for Michael Cole on the Smackdown commentary team. It's always been your dream to land a job doing commentary and other backstage work for WWE. But you never expected that they'd be pairing you up with such a handsome partner.

When you heard that the former in-ring performer was going to be your new partner you were giddy at the thought. Barrett might be almost twenty years your senior, sure. But you've always thought he was hot. And who wouldn't? He's charming, handsome, and tall. Not to mention the accent. You might be too young for Barrett's taste. But god is it fun to mess with him whenever you can.

"Alright." You pull out your pink blouse from your suitcase. "Time to have some fun tonight." You grin to yourself and get dressed.

Later in the night, you exit your hotel room and meet Wade in the hotel lobby. When you arrive you spot him looking sharp as ever in a slate grey suit, a pastel pink tie hanging from his neck.

"Well look at you, Wade." You walk over to him with a grin. "Getting all festive and in the mood."

Wade rolls his eyes and looks at your outfit. A pink blouse hugs your torso and chest showing plenty of skin with its heart neckline. Your black leather pants match your boots and hug every curve perfectly.

"That's what you're wearing to work?" Wade asks you, his gaze returning to your face.

"Mhm." You humm. "Why? You have a problem with my outfit, Barrett?" You ask him with a Cheshire smile.

Wade's jaw clenches under his beard, but he remains calm and collected. "Not at all." He lies and turns sharply towards the door. "Come on, let's go before we're late." He starts to walk off. "This is going to be a long night."

You don't hear that last part as you walk after Wade. But you can tell that you're getting under his skin like usual. The car ride is silent but Wade is nice enough to go around and get the door for you after you've arrived.

"Such a gentleman, Wade." You giggle when he opens the door.

"Just get out of the car, Y/N," Wade grumbles as he holds the door open for you.

You step out of the car and head inside with Wade trailing right behind you. Much to your dismay, your outfit goes mostly unnoticed as you make your way down the hall. That is until Marcel Barthel comes around the corner with Giovanni at his side.

"Y/N! Well, don't you look ravishing tonight, my dear." Marcel stops you and Wade in the hall. "Doesn't she look wonderful, Giovonni?" He turns to his partner.

Vinci nods in agreement and grins at you. "That she does." He turns fully towards you. "You look lovely, Y/N. And you must join us after the show for drinks." He adds.

"Maybe I will." You giggle and drink in the attention.

Before you can continue the conversation, Wade grabs your arm and drags you off while mumbling something under his breath. He holds you at his side until you are both at the curtain.

"Okay, you can let go now, Wade." You pull your arm from his grip. "Gosh, you are no fun."

Wade lets you go and turn to you with a serious look. "Can you manage to behave yourself for 2 hours?" He asks you. "Just 2 hours, that's all I ask. Then you can go out and shamelessly flirt your way through the whole men's roster for all I care."

"Does that include you, Wade?" You ask him with a sly smile.

"Walk!" Wade replies dryly and points to the curtain.

Throughout the night Wade watches you flirt and tease every man that comes out to the ring. All but him. By the end of the night, all he wants to do is go back to his hotel room and remind himself that the crush he's got on his young commentary partner is wildly inappropriate.

"Well, that was fun. Yeah, Wade?" You head backstage after the show.

"Sure, if you say so," Wade replies dryly.

You roll your eyes at Wade's cynicism and suddenly an idea pops into your head. "Hey, Wade. Why don't you come and grab a couple of drinks with me?" You suggest with a sincere smile.

"I thought that you had plans with Vinci and Barthel? Or was it LA Knight this time?" He asks you.

"Nah." You shake your head. "They all try way too hard." You insist with a grin. "Come on, Wade. Live a little! You aren't that old yet."

"Fine." Wade sighs. "One drink." He gives in.

You wear a wicked grin and internally celebrate. "Yes! Come on! I know a place that's usually pretty quiet."

Wade silently scolds himself for agreeing to a drink. He's barely managed to keep his attraction to himself these past three months. And mixing alcohol into this situation is the last thing that he needs. But he can't help himself. After two hours of giving every man that comes up to you the death glare to keep them away. Wade can't even fathom the thought of some random sleaze taking you home after a few cheap drinks.

You arrive at a bar that's not too busy considering the holiday and take a seat next to Wade. After ordering a couple of drinks you sit and chat casually with Barrett for a bit. While you're chatting you can tell that something is bothering him.

"What is your problem now, Wade?" You ask him bluntly. "Because you have been in an even more sour mood than usual tonight."

Wade looks at you and his jaw clenches again. How is he supposed to tell you that he's jealous? He's jealous of all the men who flirt with you without a second thought. He's jealous that almost every man at the bar has been eyeing you up. And you have the audacity to sit here and edge him on like a young pretty girl like you would actually be into him when you've got so many better options.

"Why are you here, Y/N?" Wade asks you while studying your face. "I mean you said it yourself! It's Valentine's Day! You should be out letting men fall all over you like fools. And they'd all be stupid not to."

You clutch your glass sitting in front of you and stare at it. "Well, maybe the one man I'd like to have to fall all over me like a fool doesn't seem to be very interested in doing so." You answer him.

"And what idiot would that be?" Wade scoffs.

"You. That idiot would be you, Wade." You reply, turning your chair toward him.

You watch the sour expression on Wade's face melt into one of shock. "Me?" He asks you.

"I've only been dropping hints since day one." You giggle at him. "I like you, Wade. You're charming when you're not being a dick. You're handsome and have style." You flick his pink tie. "And yeah you're a bit older than me? So what? I've never been much interested in guys my age, anyway."

"A bit?" Wade replies, his look of shock turning into a smile. "Remind me how old you are again? 23?" He asks you.

"24." You correct him with a grin. "Come on. Let's get out of here. This blouse is itchy, and a bit hard to get out of on my own if I'm being honest." You admit with a giggle.

You watch Wade pull out his wallet and pay for your drinks before getting to his feet. "I do believe that I can help with that."

#wwe fandom #wwe fanfiction #wwe smackdown #smackdown #wade barrett #wrestling #wweuniverse #wwe #its the accent #idc what anyone says #judge me all you want #hes hot

[coffeecat1983]

Always Have Been (Mario movie AU fic)

(Language, trigger warning for a slur used, Transgender Mario)

      In a small Italian coffeeshop and bar in Brooklyn, a birthday party was winding down. Remains of cake and ice cream sat forgotten on red and green paper plates. Seated at the head of the table, Marianna and Giovanni sat together. He had his arm around her as she leaned against his shoulder. Picking up his wineglass, he sighed.      "Now that was a sixteenth birthday party." he chuckled. He took a sip then raised his glass towards the bar. "Tony! Good call on the wine!"    His younger brother looked up from checking the bar's stock and grinned at him, giving a wave. Marianna sat upright and reached for her own glass. "Did you enjoy the party, sweetheart?" she said. Luigi looked up from new video game he had gotten.      "Yeah! Thanks Ma, Dad. This was great!"    Marianna looked around. "Where's your sister gotten off to?"      "Oh, he-eerm, she, she wanted some fresh air. I think she went upstairs for a bit." Arthur, who was behind the main counter, was listening in. He caught the odd sound in Luigi's reply. He knew that tone, that sound of hiding something. He'd used it God knew how many times as a teen himself. Marianna sighed. "Oh, not the roof again, she'll ruin her dress up there."      "I'll go see what she's up to," Arthur quickly volunteered. Before anyone could say anything, he was in the kitchen and heading for the roof of the three-story building. Pushing open the creaking rooftop door, he looked around. Traffic passed on the street below, along with the mixed sounds of the city. Underneath it all, he heard soft crying from nearby. Making his way past the air conditioners, he found the source of the sound.      "Mirra? Hey." he said gently, sitting beside his niece. He saw she had changed from her party dress into red pajama pants and was wearing her baggy red hoodie. She sniffled, quickly wiping her eyes.      "H-Hey, Uncle Art."    He put his arm out and Mirra scooted over, leaning against his side as he gave her a sideways hug. Both were quiet for a while.      "Not exactly a breathtaking view," Arthur spoke up. The little building was connected to other various shops with apartments on the middle and upper floors, and taller buildings were spread out around them, blocking the views. The apartment rooftops were littered with clotheslines, air conditioning units, small water towers and various other paraphernalia of city life. Mirra giggled softly at his little joke, the blue eyes she shared with her twin sparkling in the soft light.      "There's my Firefly's smile," he said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "What's on your mind? You left the party without saying anything."    Moving so she was facing him, Mirra drew her legs up again. "Uncle Art, you always said I can tell you anything."    He gave a nod, so she continued. "Can you keep a secret?" Arthur couldn't help it, he smiled. "Kid, I kept your Uncle Tony's secret for years until he was ready to talk about it. I can keep yours, too."      "I remember when Uncle Tony told his secret." Mirra said softly.

   The family had gathered in the top floor apartment's living room after Sunday dinner. Tony had said he had something he wanted to talk about. While Marianna and Papa Salvatore took the news well, Giovanni didn't. There were a lot of heated words that night and Marianna had quickly ushered the two kids off to their room. It was true things had been smoothed over, after a lot of talking, but Mirra had never seen her Uncle Tony cry before, and the hurt look in his eyes at her father's angry words had haunted her.      "I'm afraid Ma and Dad will hate me. I, I don't," she sighed, closing her eyes and gathering her courage, "I don't think I'm a girl!" she blurted out as tears started falling. She waited for him to yell, scold her, tell her she was crazy. Cracking an eye open, she saw he instead had an understanding look on his face.      "Firefly, you feel more like a boy, don't you?" A sob made her shake. "I feel like I'm crazy!"    He put his arms out. "C'mere kid." He pulled her close in a warm hug. "You're not crazy, not at all."      "Then what am I?" she wept. "I hate wearing dresses, I hate my hair. Ma wants me to get my ears pierced and I don't want to! I don't want makeup or any of that! I want to be like Lu so much it hurts!"      "My little Firefly, you're not alone. I have friends like you, and they have a name for that." Mirra's eyes grew wide as Arthur explained.      "I, I'm not crazy?" she breathed.      "Not in the least, kid." She picked at some fluff on her pajama pants. Arthur folded his arms, thinking.      "What if I take you shopping tomorrow? You can pick out some clothes from the boy's section. And a haircut, any style you want."    Mirra stared at him. "R-Really? But what about Ma, and Dad?" Arthur smirked. "Don't sweat it, I'll handle that side of things. I promise."

The next evening...      "Arthur, what were you thinking?" Giovanni nearly snapped. "Letting her cut her hair so short! And boys' clothes? Really?"    Tony stayed quiet, keeping an eye on his younger twin. He had seen that defiant look on his face before, the night Tony had come out to the family.      "For cryin' out loud, it's not a big deal. It makes the kid happy, so let her be happy!" Arthur bristled, ready to defend further if he needed to. Giovanni opened his mouth to argue back but stopped when Marianna placed a hand on his shoulder.      "He's right." she said softly, "As long as Mirra is happy, we should be, too." Giovanni groaned and walked off towards the little kitchen. Marianna shook her head before glancing over at her children. They were seated at one of the booths, laughing and chattering as they played their handheld video games together.      "Mar, I know it's different," Arthur started to explain, "but she really wanted a haircut and I mean, c'mon, kid's got me wrapped around her little finger."    Marianna just sighed. "It's all right, Arthur." She looked over at them again. "You know, I always wondered about something when I was pregnant with them." She turned away. "Let me go get Gio calmed down."    As she left, Tony came over and sat by his twin. They watched the teens play for a while.       "Art?"      "Yeah?"      "This isn't gonna be pretty, is it?"    Arthur sighed, rubbing his head. "Nope. Brace yourself bro, this isn't gonna be a smooth ride at all."      "Well, shit."      "Yup."

5 years later...    The yellow van pulled up along the back of the coffee shop and the doors popped open. A tall, young man dressed in a green, short sleeve shirt and dark blue jeans got out of the passenger side. From the driver's side, another man dressed in a similar outfit, only with a red shirt and lighter blue jeans. Opening the back of the van, Mario pulled out one of the boxes.      "Yeesh, baking supplies for Ma are always so heavy." he said. Luigi grabbed another box.      "Yeah, but man are they worth it!" Luigi said.    The two carried the supplies into the little kitchen. "Ma! We're back!" Mario called out. Marianna came in from the main dining area.      "My boys!" she gushed as they set the boxes aside. She gave each several kisses on the cheek. "Thanks for getting those, I'm making cupcakes tomorrow and was almost out of ingredients."      "I'll take two chocolate ones as payment!" Luigi called over his shoulder as he went back outside. Mario chuckled and went to follow him, but Marianna grabbed his hand.      "Are you sure you should be lifting heavy boxes, sweetheart?" she asked worriedly.    Mario squeezed her hand. "It's okay Ma, it's been four months since the surgery, the doc said I could handle it now. I'll be careful, I promise." Marianna kissed his cheek again. "My handsome man, I just want you to be safe." Going back outside, Mario went to get the next box when someone spoke.      "Hi, Mario." Mario nearly fell out of the van, scrambling to jump out. "Peach! I, uh, hey!" he said, flustered. "H-How are you?"    Luigi hid by the side of the van, watching with a smirk. Peach worked with her grandma in the clothing shop that was next door and she and Mario had been talking for a while now. Luigi had kept after him to ask her out, but Mario always grew tongue-tied at the thought.      "I'm good," Peach seemed to be nearly as shy about talking as Mario was. "I just wanted to say hi since I'm on my break."      "Do it," Luigi hissed at his bro. Mario swallowed hard, tugging at his shirt.      "Peach, would, would you like to maybe see a movie with me this Friday?" he blurted out.    Peach's eyes lit up. "I'd love to! Maybe we could-" she stopped as an engine revved and a black motorcycle pulled up. Seated on it was a burly man in black leather pants and jacket, wearing sunglasses. Spike worked with the construction crew that was repairing a building down the street from the shops and he had gone to high school with Mario and Luigi, back when Mario was still Mirra.      "Peachy! Babe!" he grinned. "Just who I wanted to see. You and me, a date this Friday. Whadda ya say?"    Peach stepped away from him and towards Mario. "Sorry Spike, I've already made plans with Mario."    Spike scoffed. "Plans, with that thing? It's not even a real man!" Mario had to grab Luigi as his brother flew forward, fists at the ready. "Say that again you stupid fuck!" Luigi spat out.      "Lu, Lu it's okay!" Mario urged. Spike laughed, revving the bike again.      "Whatever, your loss, babe! Enjoy the dickless freakshow!" He laughed again as he took off. Luigi was fuming. "Show his face again..." he muttered "I'll kill him!"      "C'mon Lu, take five, would ya?" Mario urged. "It's okay, I swear." Still snarling, Luigi grabbed another box and stomped back into the kitchen. Mario pulled his hat off, his shoulders slumped. "Peach, I'm sorry, I, um... I mean if you don't want to go Friday, I'd understand."    Peach came over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you Friday." she said with a smile. Mario turned nearly as red as his shirt.      "S-See you then." he mumbled as she headed back to her store. Taking another box, he practically floated into the kitchen.

   That evening the bell over the door rang. Mario was in the kitchen, and he heard his father exclaim happily as he greeted the customers.      "Cranky you old nutjob! It's been ages, how the hell are you?" Giovanni eagerly greeted his old friend. "What's with the beard, you look like father time!"      "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Gio, you're getting a gut yourself. The sight makes me wish I hadn't moved back to Brooklyn!" Cranky said teasingly, taking a seat at the counter. A tall, muscular young man sat beside him. Marianna squeaked when she saw him.      "Don't tell me this is DK! You've grown into a fine young man!" she said.    DK grinned, rubbing the back of his head. "It has been a while, hasn't it?" He caught sight of Luigi. "Lu! Holy crap you grew your mustache!" Luigi laughed. "Hey, I always said I would."    DK looked around. "Where's Mirra?"    Tony and Arthur, who were both behind the bar, glanced at each other.      "Oh, shit." Tony muttered. Arthur didn't say anything, just listened. The kitchen door swung open as Mario came out. He hesitated but then came over as Marianna nodded to him.      "Hey, DK," he said softly, "it, it's been a while."    DK blinked. "Mirra?" he then broke into a grin. "Get over here so I can admire that stache, dude!"    His eyes lighting up, Mario leapt over the counter and hugged his old friend. DK looked him over. "Holy shit, man, you look amazing!"      "Thanks, DK."      "Hey, I gotta know. It's not Mirra anymore, right? What name didja take?"      "It's Mario now." DK thought it over. "Mario and Luigi. Yeah, I like it!"

   As they talked, Cranky remained quiet. That is, until Giovanni came over.      "What the hell did you let your daughter do to herself?" he asked.      "I let my son become who he was supposed to be." Giovanni snapped back. "You got a problem with it?"    The coffeeshop fell quiet, everyone feeling the tension in the air. Cranky sniffed.      "Bad enough your brother is gay, now your kid is messed up too. At least Luigi's normal."    Luigi looked down, glad the rainbow socks he was wearing were hidden from sight.      "Get out." Giovanni pointed to the door. "DK can stay, but you, get out. And don't you dare come back in here. Ever." Cranky just shrugged. "Fine. C'mon son."      "No." DK said softly.      "What?" Cranky looked surprised. DK stood up. "I want to see my friends. I'm staying." Letting out a sound of disgust, Cranky left, calling out "Don't stay out too late!"    Running a hand over his face, DK signed. "Mario, I'm sorry he- Mario?" In the tension, Mario had vanished. Arthur came out from behind the bar and went towards the kitchen with Luigi following him. "Uncle Art, I," he paused, "I don't know what to do."    Arthur glanced over his shoulder. "You go catch up with DK. Don't worry about your brother, I got this."    Heading upstairs, he stopped off at the second-floor apartment before continuing to the roof. Opening the door, he walked out and looked around. It seemed empty. Going around the A/C units, he felt his heart sink.      "Oh, kid."    Just like five years ago, Mario was sitting on the roof, legs pulled up tight as he shook with quiet sobs. Arthur sat wordlessly beside him, placing what he had been carrying next to him. He looked out over the view. Besides the construction towards the east, things hadn't changed much over time. Traffic sang on the streets, a siren howling its warning in the distance. Chatter was faint over the air as people went back and forth, each wrapped up in their own lives. Arthur closed his eyes, taking it all in. After a while there was a soft rustle beside him.      "Why am I such a screwup?" Mario asked, his voice low. Arthur opened his eyes but still stayed quiet.      "All I ever wanted was to look like and sound like I felt inside," Mario continued, "but every time it comes up, I make things worse. Coming out to Ma and Dad, I dragged Lu into it."

     "You better stay with your uncles for a while." Giovanni said. Luigi stepped up.      "Then you can kick me out, too."    Giovanni stared at him. "Why would-"      "Because I'm gay, Dad!" Luigi yelled, "And we all know what you think about that after the way you treated Uncle Tony!"

   Mario let out another sob. "This afternoon Lu almost got into it with Spike over me, then dad kicks out his oldest friend, all because of me!" he hid his face. "I'm just a freak."    He looked up, rubbing at his eyes when he heard a *pop* and a soft hiss. Arthur held out a brown bottle. Mario couldn't help it, he let out a soft laugh. "Really?"    Arthur gave a nod. "You're twenty-one, you've had a shit day, you earned it." he said. Mario took a long drink as Arthur opened his own bottle. Taking a drink, he then sighed.      "You didn't drag your brother into anything. He came out that day because he did what he's always done. Stayed by your side and protected you, just like you've done for him. As for getting into a fight, well that's just what siblings do to keep each other safe. You know what I did when someone once called your Uncle Tony a fag?"    Mario shook his head.      "I slugged the hell out of em! Ended up in jail overnight with a black eye of my own." he took another drink. "Thought your dad was gonna kill me. But it was worth it to defend my bro. Now, about Cranky. Look, he's always been stupid fuck."    Mario burst out laughing. "That's what Lu called Spike!" Arthur swept his arms out. "And was he wrong? No!" he laughed along with him. "There's my Firefly's smile."    Mario's laugher died down. "Firefly, you haven't called me that in a long time." he said.      "You're always my Firefly, kid. Always have been, always will be." he sighed, leaning back. Amid the sounds of the city, down on the sidewalk below there was the cry of a baby.      "Your Ma ever tell you about when she found out she was having twins?"      "Just that she and Dad were excited to share the news with you and Uncle Tony."    Arthur hummed. "There's a little bit more to that story. They went back to the doctor after a while to see if you two were boys or girls. The doc said one of each and your Ma asked him to check again, she didn't believe him."    Mario tilted his head, confused. "Why not?"      "She was convinced she was having two boys. Wasn't until you two were almost ready to be born that she accepted she was having a girl."    He put his arm around Mario. "Why do you think it didn't hit her so hard that night?"      "She knew." Mario said softly.      "You're not a freak, not a screwup, kid. Never have been." he picked up his drink and stood. "Now c'mon, you got a friend downstairs who wants to catch up with you." Mario got up, and his eyes lit up. "Oh, right! I gotta tell DK I got a date with Peach!" he eagerly ran for the roof door.    Arthur choked on the beer. "Wait, a date?! What?! Mario wait!" Arthur chased after him. "What's this about a date! Don't you dare spill details without me!"

By "CC"

#fanfic #luigi #mario #mario movie #super mario bros #lgbtq #transgender #transMario #coming out #Human Donkey Kong #Human Cranky Kong #uncle arthur #uncle tony #princess peach #long post #long read

[youllallriseintheink]

What do you think are the top ten most talented trainers in the franchise?

Oh, man, I could only come up with seven for sure, but here goes.

1. N

Where to even begin? N is an absolute natural as an animal handler. Thanks to his communication abilities, N is able to put up a fight against the player using only Pokémon he caught in the immediate area- presumably ones that he caught only hours before. On top of that, he defeated Unova’s Pokémon league champion within weeks of deciding that battling without the catch-and-release method wasn’t evil. He also has control over a powerful legendary, and all his Pokémon love him dearly. It’s hard to imagine how powerful he would be if hadn’t been brainwashed.

2. Volo

Volo managed to be a champion-level trainer with several hard-to-obtain Pokémon, evolve several Pokémon via friendship, and befriend one of the creation trio all while Pokémon husbandry was in its very infancy and there was little in the way of documentation to go off of. He also found a way to use a seventh slot by having Giratina effectively be his seventh Pokémon without catching it. He’s an amazing trainer by any standard, and for his time was practically a God amongst men.

3. Cynthia

Cynthia is perhaps the biggest battling perfectionist and strategist in the series, she has a diverse team of perfectly bred, difficult-to-obtain Pokémon (including several friendship evolutions), as well as several others she switches in to keep things unpredictable.

4. Red

Red isn’t as strategic as Cynthia, but he’s so talented it’s like he doesn’t have to try. He manages to be one of the most powerful trainers in the world despite using a very mundane team he selected for sentimental reasons. He also beat Giovanni at only ten years old and has the highest-level Pokémon of any NPC.

5. Iris

Extremely young for a champion, handles several hard-to-manage Pokémon such as hydreigon and aggron, and in her rematch, her Pokémon have levels in the eighties. She can also tutor your dragons to learn Draco meteor, which suggests a lot of specific skill with dragon types.

6. Giovanni

He has the skill in battle to be the strongest gym leader in Kanto and has control over one of the most powerful legendaries in terms of battle strength.

7. Ghetsis

He can handle an extremely dangerous and aggressive Pokémon despite it loathing him, which says something. He’s also a great strategist if the theories that his team is specifically meant to counter N’s are to be believed.

If I were to continue the list, it would just be whatever champions seemed strongest without much reasoning, so I’m going to leave it there.

#pokemon #pokemon n #volo #champion cynthia #pokemon trainer red #champion iris #rocket boss giovanni #plasma leader ghetsis #thanks for the ask

[brother-emperors]

"when you marry off a son to the church, they're married to god's vicar on earth" lives rent free in my mind now, thank you very much! also, can't stop thinking of rodrigo borgia and giuliano della rovere as a bickering divorced couple, and it's too kinda your fault -_-

absolutely CACKLING at the idea of rodrigo and giuliano as a divorced couple because I've always envisioned them as two different types of monsters that despised each other and were intent on eating the other along with anyone else that got in their way, with giuliano coming out of that war winning. and it wasn't enough to get the throne (the papacy), he also kicked cesare to the curb after luring him back in. we love to see it! you can't buy that kind of hate off the shelves, you have to curate it and let it fester like an open wound! an absolute masterclass in driving in one final nail into the coffin of a family you despise. (there's a kind of dynastic rivalry subtext in regards to inheritance etc, between these two that makes them incompatible with the divorced framework to me. it's more of a eat or be eaten, destroy the pretender to the throne, etc etc in my mind)

ascanio sforza and giuliano della rovere on the other hand. they have an adjacent kind of divorced energy, to me. those two were rivals for so long (ascanio kneecapping della rovere by backing rodrigo in the papal elections, and it escalating from there), and only came together in the end (della rovere visiting ascanio every day on summer for conversation, hello??), and even then: that came with a hefty side of deeply unbalanced power dynamics of the julius caesar-clemency variety (fun fact! when giuliano della rovere became pope, he took on the name julius II in reference to julius caesar!)

wait--- you want to know who's literally divorced, though? ascanio and rodrigo. ascanio was one of the major players in setting up the lucrezia borgia-giovanni sforza marriage, and that annulment had implications, especially with how rodrigo kept trying to shut ascanio out of vatican politics. that didn't stop them from sharing the pastime of gambling together, though.

#actually i think i called della rovere ascanio's sugar daddy at one point. heugh. don't ever let me speak (continues to speak) #the funerary statue that giuliano had commissioned for ascanio lives in my head rent free tho. the eyelashes. wtf. #OBSESSED with how he's posed not in death but asleep instead. what's the point of being a pope if you can't commission #an artist to do a little life-death dialogue that challenges god. huh. after all you speak for god. #anyway i hate della rovere. also rodrigo. but that's to be expected. #ask tag #also re the borgia-della rovere monster conversation: what's most dangerous to a man who would be king? a conspirator #and to quote ilardi: ascanio did inherit his visconti ancestor's tendency to conspiracy #della rovere had a better handle on maneuvering that once he put on the papal hat tho #i guess the final FINAL nail in the coffin to the borgia memory might be della rovere winning over ascanio in the end #like. congrats on getting your rival-enemy's ex wife. #every day i look at myself in the mirror and go 'hey. say normal things' and then i describe catholic politics like this

[pop-punklouis]

ok here we go. some of my 5 star books from the last year or two 🫶🏽

A PLACE FOR US; fatima farheen mirza || contemporary literary fiction. exploration of family dynamics and faith. cannot recommend it enough if u enjoy either of those things in media. it’s one of my favorite books of all time but i do feel a responsibility to say only read it when u have time to sit and cope with it for a while. it WILL leave u a husk of a person! (if u read this and dislike it, you Must lie to me)

TRANSCENDENT KINGDOM; yaa gyasi || contemporary literary fiction. mommy AND daddy issues, dead sibling, arduous relationship with faith, a fair dose of the immigrant experience. not as taxing as the previous rec but definitely still an emotionally heavy read. i need to read it again soon actually i think it’s so stunningly written

BURNT SUGAR; avni doshi || contemporary literary fiction. what can i say about this book. what emotion didnt it make me feel. just the epigraph alone was enough to make me want to drown myself in a vat of acid. the cyclical relationship between mothers and daughters is so fucking sickening and the way it's depicted in this book... my god. i was so miserable reading it and i wouldn’t recommend it anyone who has mommy issues and hasn’t learned how to deal with them. if you dont have mommy issues... you might have them after reading this book who knows. but it’s still 10/10 from me

NINTH HOUSE; leigh bardugo || dark academia, fantasy. loser girl of all time who can see the dead is put in charge of keeping secret societies at yale university in check. a random girl gets murdered and all signs point to one of the societies being responsible. book 3 isnt out yet but it’s sooo yummy u will adore alex she’s my best friend (also has a sexy generationally wealthy white boy. i want to eat him)

THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS; micah nemerever || dark academia, thriller. definitely one of the crazier books i’ve ever read. batshit insane. two boys develop a delicious friendship that devolves into the worst kind of codependency and results in them murdering someone to make sure they can’t ever replace each other in their lives. gay people can do anything except be normal.

GIOVANNI’S ROOM; james baldwin || classic literary fiction. i don’t think i need to say anything about this. it’s about realizing you don’t know u have a home until you leave it and once you’ve left you can’t ever go home. it’s about isolation—self-inflicted and otherwise. it’s just… everything. everyone should read it. everyone!

HAPPY PLACE; emily henry || contemporary romance. exes who pretend to still be together at their friend group’s annual vacation. i’m not typically a romance novel girl and not everything i’ve read of henry’s has done it for me but this one… i was giggling and twirling my hair. getting flustered and having to take a moment to collect myself. it’s so so good. i do believe it’s miss henry’s best work

THE ROUGHEST DRAFT; austin siegemund-broka & emily wibberley || contemporary romance. cowritten by a married couple about a cowriting duo that hasn’t written together in years. they haven’t spoken since but they’re contractually obligated to put out one more book together. didn’t make me giggle like happy place but i really enjoyed it

seed i love you so very much HELLO!!!! thank you. I've already written all of these down. i cannot wait to dive into their pages.

#book recs

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

tw: trauma, sexual assault

personal poetry in prose. do not recommend reading, honestly. will delete later!

the time has passed, you ran out of it. you will never be 17 again (thank god thank god thank god, i say as i mourn the fact i will never be 17 again). 

i would do anything to go back and rewrite the past, make her love me somehow, make them all care. i cared, i cared, i cared, and no one cared quite as much as i — now i’m broken and there are those who care more than i do. they spill their soul to me, and i watch them as cold indifference and pity overwhelm me. i say generic words to them, like they once said to me. they bleed and i watch. i know i cannot help. no one helped me, and i shattered like glass. i drag the glass to each new day and i stab myself on the shards. i brush my teeth and step on a broken piece. the broken piece is my own leg. i smile and i drink pear-flavoured beer and i say words of love i never quite mean, and i work, work, work so i don’t fall behind again (i’m so tired). the one thing i couldn’t stand is to be a nobody. i must make something of myself and then, maybe, the void will not be so vast and dark. 

i think about the smell of her scarf. i’ve never loved cigarettes more than when she smoked. i remember the little hairs on her neck and jaw and her little beauty marks. i was never happier then when i held her in my arms — in that moment in time, frozen forever for me to have, she is peacefully asleep on my shoulder as the bus drives on, and i feel at home. that day, she cried about a boy and i told her he wasn’t worthy of her — he wasn’t. i guess i wasn’t either.

i never had the ones i truly wanted — and i fully had the ones i didn’t truly want. i can have anybody, except the woman i call home. i am doomed to yearn. i remember her fingers on my back, and i wonder how it would feel if my first time was a loving one, instead of someone’s perverse hunger and the sinking feeling of realising i didn’t shave while prying hands touched me and i let out the saddest sounds i ever sang. there were a girl’s things in his room. i never judged her, i just wondered how she could bring herself to do it. i wore a mint green bra with white dots (it took me years to throw it away). before that, the very first time, i had a long, colorful skirt and a stomachache for weeks. i couldn’t eat. my mother told me calls from abroad are expensive. 

my mother wanted me to buy a prom dress, and i wanted to die. can i touch there, he asks? yes, i say, because why would you ask if you already did? i am on all fours on the bed and i breathe. i wonder if i’m imagining his hands because they don’t feel real. my dad asks if i’m on drugs after new year’s. i’m not, i’m just sinking, and the void is all-consuming. the years are muddled. she came to my place. she was pretty while she smoked. her hair was black as night, my very own morticia addams, like in the movies. except she was never quite mine. i was in sweden and she told me she missed me. when i returned, she barely looked at me. i told her about don giovanni. the waitress loved it. we went on a trip. the years are muddled. 

i freeze while everybody watches and he laughs. did you enjoy it that much, he asks and i have no words. he teases me when i put makeup on. when i ask an older girl if he’s the like that with her, she tells me i’m overreacting. i never mention it again. he’s my ticket away from the hell i’m in, and i don’t dare turn away. he talks to me about orgasms. i am silent. he is angry with me, and he tells me i am no longer a child, i am a woman (i’m 16, i’m 16, i’m 16 and i want to die). 

my ticket away from hell is gone. i find another one. he is better, but worse, because he’s always in my house. i didn’t ask for him. i didn’t want it. and then, after three years of him convincing me i want it, i don’t know anymore — i did show him the drawings. does it matter what i want? what does it mean to want? i have always wanted, and i never had what i so craved. i was the object of desire, but never allowed to desire — my desire is futile. what i desire, i eat and swallow and chew on, i don’t let it spill out of my treacherous mouth. she never knew i loved her. i swallow my love and desire whole and it sits in my stomach and it makes me ill. i throw up and i drink ginger tea that doesn’t help the constant nausea. i listen as he instructs me how to fuck myself.

i scream in my own personal hell. the sun lights chopin’s heroic polonaise, a triumphant cry of victory. i leave. i scream long after they’re all gone.

we never had those cheese fries and i never saw the brooklyn bridge. i feel robbed of my youth. i still crave, i still yearn.

i will never be 17 again. 

#personal #just thought the words were nicely put together #delete later #do not recommend reading honestly esp if you don't have a strong stomach #i have ben going THROUGH it this exam season man ahhaha

[teecupangel]

Found something interesting while reading contact entries in the database of AC2. It says La Volpe has violet eyes, robbed the pope, that he can see through buildings (eagle vision??) and he's thought to be immortal?

I always headcanon’ed that ‘La Volpe’ isn’t a specific person but a title that gets passed down to what amounts to be the ‘leader’ of the thieves guild.

So the name La Volpe is immortal but the man is not. The La Volpe that Ezio meets and allies with is simply the latest one to take the title.

And, considering that he is an Assassin since he was there for Ezio’s initiation, it wouldn’t be surprising if he has some form of Eagle Vision since we know Eagle Vision could be acquired thru training (or, if you’re a cheating Templar, thru the Animus)

The purple eye thing could be a rumor though but it would be fun to think that La Volpe has such an interesting unique eye color. Perhaps that may also be the reason why he wears a hood: to hide/darken his eye color.

Although, it would be interesting to make La Volpe into some kind of immortal being and…

(From AC wiki’s La Volpe article)

In Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood, La Volpe did not seem to have aged at all, and in fact, he seemed to have fewer wrinkles on his face than in Assassin's Creed II.

It would be easy to make him an Isu sage (perhaps of a ‘god’ associated with foxes, maybe?) as Isus have too distinct physical attributes for us to make him a living Isu.

Although…

So… there are some fox spirits that are well known for possessing humans and they’re usually portrayed as tricksters in lores and myths. (Cunning as a fox, as they say)

One of them is a fox spirit by the name of Da Ji who is well known for being one of the main reasons why the Shang Dynasty fell.

In folklore, probably popularized in the West thanks to the many adaptations of Fengshen Yanyi, Da Ji is a fox spirit (reincarnated as the human Da Ji or the fox spirit possessed the real Da Ji) sent by Nu Wa to destroy the Shang Dynasty on the inside because the king wrote his self-insert smut drabbles (Reader x Nu Wa) on Nu Wa’s shrine.

If we twist that lore to work with the AC lore, perhaps fox spirits are something akin to some kind of slave race created during the Isu-Human War (possessing humans to create chaos) and, in this scenario, they gained their own free will centuries after the fall of the Isu.

La Volpe’s body could be a normal human that had been possessed by one of these fox spirits who had just been interested in the Brotherhood and came to feel some kind of loyalty to it later on. Maybe his loyalty stemmed from Giovanni Auditore’s influence even or perhaps he’s a fox spirit that had been taking on bodies to continue to be La Volpe and he found himself interested in the Brotherhood as well.

Whatever the reason may be, the fox spirit that takes the name La Volpe is an ally of the Brotherhood.

… For now.

#immortal la volpe #in a way #la volpe is a fox spirit #ngl #this gave me an excuse to talk about da ji #i love that bitch #look #i was going to talk about either da ji or tw’s nogitsune #shrug #la volpe #assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #ask and answer

[sexysilverstrider]

silver is ideally the sexiest rival to me. he was cold, heartless, ruthless, cruel, and mean when kotone first meets him. he abused his pokemon and forced them to be strong. as his voice is actually deep and husky and its rough when hes angry.

but he then gets better and shows love and trust for his pokemon. his actions are gentler and he gives words of encouragement to them. its still quite harsh but his pokemon knows him so well and they know he truly loves them and they love him.

he also changed with his interaction with people. he was rough and cruel to people before (shoving kotone, mocking kris for falling into a hole in the burned tower, and stealing pokemon) but as he changes so does his way of interacting with people. hes still indifferent n cold to others but he gives word of advices every now and then. and i love how kotone, hibiki, lance, and even green are so used to silvers way and theyre so happy to see him being better and they love him for how he is. even his voice sounds softer and his laughter is sweeter. when he says 'oi oi' in a playful tone i scream. he does scream a lot in battles. hes very passionate.

deisgn wise? those sharp eyes got me in a grip. silver eyes. violer eyes. red eyes. u can have all the colour of the rainbow for your iris baby youre still sexy. his colour scheme? black and red? by GOD those are my favourite colour combo!! his famous smirk? silver rarely has a soft smile. all his smiles are either cocky or dashing. he has a dashing smile. he has a VERY fucking sexy smirk. his long red hair is so silly sometimes but if thats tied to a ponytail im gonna die. he wears that signature jacket but im happy that we as society often depict him wearing a black singlet under it.

and his voice actor? ono yuuki? never in my life would i expect such a deep husky voice for my favourite pokemon character but im so happy it fits. now i see silver i hear silver. he sounds so vibrant when hes passionate in battles. he sounds so playful when hes teasing kotone in the interaction menu. he sounds so adorable when hes pushing for a battle. i love that ono yuuki has voice an otome character with a similar trope as silvers so the immersion is real.

the fact that silver is the heir of team rocket also makes it 100x sexier. he hates his father but the fact that giovanni fucks to make silver exist in this world everybody say thank u gio daddy. in another world silver wouldve been the next rocket boss in that crisp black suit and black fingerless gloves. he would be colder. meaner. more deranged. if they can make kieran insane whats stopping them from appying all thoae traits to an evil rocket boss silver??? im losing it!!

long story short i love silver. sexiest character alive for me and i love him very very very much

#i need to inform tht this sparked all coz i saw kashys silver. again #hes so skdjwhdwhdywhhddu. to me #fafar yaps #about pokemon #about husband

[richmond-rex]

Hello! This is pure speculation but - giving Elizabeth being sick after Arthur's birth, her being ill again (around 1497 I think?) when Margaret Beaufort mentions that in a letter (and this time it had nothing to do with a pregnancy, as far as I know), the fear for her life at Edmund's birth etc., do you think she might have had a more fragile constitution than what was previously assumed?

I ask that because some (most) historians really portray her as super healthy and having these easy pregnancies without actually diving a little deeper. To me, at least - and again it's only my opinion based on speculation - she does not seem to have had such easy pregnancies as assumed, or such a robust health as usually supposed.

I could very much be wrong, but I was really curious to know your opinion on the matter. I hope you have a great day! 😊💜

Hi! Recently Anna Duch has highlighted Elizabeth of York's difficult pregnancies. There's the time she was ill right after Arthur's birth in 1486 (and possibly before his birth too, as she didn't accompany the king on his northern progress even though symbols representing both king and queen had been programmed in advance), Prince Edmund's pregnancy in 1499 when the Spanish ambassador said her life was despaired of, her pregnancy in 1502 that saw some medical expenses following each other very closely, Princess Katherine's birth in 1503, and that illness alluded by Margaret Beaufort after Princess Mary's birth in 1496 (not 1497). We know that because her letter to Elizabeth's Lord Chamberlain is dated 25 April 1496 (Mary was born on 18 March 1496):

As for news here I am sure ye shall have more surety than I can send you. Blessed be God, the King, the Queen, and all our sweet children be in good health. The Queen hath been a little crased [i.e., ill], but now she is well, God be thanked. Her sickness is [?not] so good as I would but I trust hastily it shall, with God’s grace, whom I pray give you good speed in your great matters, and bring you well and soon home.

Margaret signs her letter at the Palace of Sheen (later Richmond), which makes me think she was accompanying the queen during her confinement before and after the birth. So what we have here is Margaret retelling the queen's sickness a month after her last labour, and knowing Elizabeth became sick after Arthur's birth as well, this illness might have had to do with childbirth too. But Elizabeth might have had poor health in general. We can't trace all of the medical expenses Henry VII paid for his wife, for example, to her pregnancies. Although Elizabeth's health is not often discussed, there's an old novel where apparently Elizabeth of York does nothing but complain and get sick, so I don't know if it was always the case.

There's also the fact that Henry VII didn't have sturdy health, either. In 1487 (so when Henry VII was still relatively young), Giovanni de Giglis, the papal collector in England, wrote to Pope Innocent VIII saying that 'on account of ill health the King requests a dispensation authorizing him to eat meat on fast days. Supposes that the Pope has already granted these demands'. Back in 1486, the pope had already granted an 'indult for [Henry VII and Elizabeth of York] and each of them and six persons, and for Margaret, countess of Richmond, the said king's mother, and other six persons, not to be bound to fast in Lent, and during that season to eat eggs, cheese, butter and other milk-meats, whenever they shall think fit'.

It's hard to decide whether Henry VII really had poor health from the very beginning of his reign or if it was just diplomatic parlance to get a dispensation releasing him (and his wife and mother) from fasting. It does seem like he got a dispensation to eat 'milk-meats' in 1486 and then asked another for 'meat' in general the following year. It might just be a translation inconsistency though, and maybe the two documents allude to the same thing (milk-meats), or it might be that the papal collector wasn't aware that Henry had already gotten a dispensation. It seems odd though, considering Giglis mentioned that he had asked the pope for Henry's dispensation several times.

Considering Elizabeth of York was also included in that dispensation, is it possible Elizabeth had ill health too? I don't know! It does seem like the type of papal privileges royals used to get on the regular (like indulgences for sins etc). All I know is that Elizabeth's health certainly doesn't seem to have been sturdy enough to support calm and healthy pregnancies, or at least it appeared so half the times she was pregnant (4/7).

I hope you have a great day too! 🌹x

#ask #anon #elizabeth of york #henry vii #margaret beaufort