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How I think Primo Secondo and Terzo would react to finding out Copia is the new Papa.

Primo was told first. Nihil knows that telling all three of his sons at once would lead to yucky emotions he doesn't want to deal with. So him and Imperator tell Primo separately and task him to tell his brothers. Primo is smart enough to notice the favouritism Imperator has for Copia. The slight resemblance they both share. So it's not a complete shock being told he is being promoted to Papa. He still does feel betrayed by his farther for choosing someone who isn't part of the bloodline and going against tradition but Primo knows the choice has been made and there's no point in arguing. It is what it is and he has to accept that.

When Secondo finds out he cries. His strong and intimidating facade crumbles before his older brother. All the bottoled up emotions come crashing down on him all at once. He's angry furious sad. He's experiencing all the frustration he's felt in his whole life. I have a personal HC that Secondo wanted his farther approval more than anything hence why he drank and partied so much during his rein, he wanted to imitate Nihil to have common ground. Now he has to watch as the time he wanted to spend with his dad being spent with a cardinal who he doesn't know anything about. Extremely jealous seeing nihil and copia walking the halls together. He doesnt yet know about Nihils distaste for copia. All he sees is another replacment. All primo can do is hug him, rub his back and try to console him. For Primo it hurts more seeing his brother in pain.

Terzo sees red. He is furious. He goes into a complete rage. A cardinal. A nobody. He is being replaced by a complete idiot who can't even say a complete a sentence with out stuttering or fumbling over his words. He didn't win a Grammy, Terzo did. He doesn't have stage presence, Terzo does. Why is he the one getting replaced by a man who is so far beneath him? It takes a while for Primo to talk his brother down from his anger. A few brocken bottles need to be cleaned up after it's all over.

After all three have been told they go drinking together. They get the most expensive stuff they have and hide out in the greenhouse for a few days. There's a lot of yelling crying and comforting. It would be a while before they attempt any positive connection with Copia.

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After reading through Twitter and seeing a few tiktoks I really think Primo Secondo and Terzo' s story is really sad.

Like you are raised to achieve a goal that is already pre set for you. It's the only thing you want and strive for and work for, then you achieve it. And for the first time in your life you have people giving positive feedback to your work. The work that was never deemed good enough is now bring in awards and fans and people are coming to shows to see YOU. Then, whether forcibly like Terzo or dismisingly like Primo and Secondo, you dream is ripped away from you by the very people who raised you to want that dream in the first place. THEN when having a fun day with your siblings you are being told by your father's lover that you and your brothers are getting a second chance to have that dream again. A second chance of redemption. Of being in front of an adoring audience. To sing the songs you worked hard on. only to be killed because you are more profitable dead than alive.

Primo Secondo and Terzo were born to be disposable.

Now Copia has to learn that too.

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Ghost The Summoning Series

Being a new ghost fan I've finally finished watching the summoning series and I'm at a loss for words. It's a really good watch and gives a bit more insight into how sisters Imperator acts within the clergy.

But it has got me thinking and the series brings up a lot of questions.

What's with the shoulder grab and why does Sister look so scared?

Why would Imperator be shocked to interact with Terzo?

From what I've seen and please correct me if I'm wrong, this is one of the only times these two interact directly with each other, if not the only time. I haven't seen anybody bring this up so please if anyone has ideas or analysis please comment I'm very confused lol

plus this would be good for some angsty headcanons

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As the storm wailed outside a Bubba makes his way down the hall. He knew better than to wake up Drayton and he knew that when the twins slept it was almost impossible to wake them back up. So quietly and avoiding the squeaky floorboards, Bubba made his way to Grandma and Grandpa's room. A crack of thunder made him jump and he swiftly made his way through the door. The hinges whined and Bubba hoped Drayton didn't hear. In the dark room he sneaks his way over to the two wheelchairs propped up against the far back wall. Bubba slowly sat between them like he did when Grandma still talked. Slowly he grasped one hand in Grandpas and one in Grandma's. He knew Grandma wouldn't respond, she never did anymore. But he felt a slight pressure in his left hand as Grandpa slowly squeezed. Bubba rested his head against the wheel of Grandpa's wheelchair. A sudden flash of lightning and a rumble of thunder made him whimper and tighten his grip. He could almost hear the thick accent of Grandpa when he use to do this as a child. "It's just a storm boy. Ain't nothing gonna happen."

A small idea that I had whilst talking to my friend.

Hope you like it (✿◠‿◠)

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Touch

Bo Sinclair x Reader

a/n - I had an idea that due to his upbringing, Bo hasn't been exposed to positive touch. So after living in Ambrose for a few months you try and expose him to more gentle touches.

I haven't written a full fic like this so if anyone has any tips or tricks or finds a mistake don't feel scared to point it out. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Also, I haven't ever written for Bo so it's not gonna be that good.

tw - childhood mentioned, cussing, sfw

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After Vincent opened up to you about his and Bo's childhood you couldn't help but feel almost sorry for him. He puts up a strong front that can morph into a rage when his plans crumble. After a long talk with Vincent, with Lester giving his input every once and a while, you came to the discussion to confront Bo about this. Try and undo the negative association that was forced upon him by parents that favored his brother.

After a long day of planning out your actions, you made your way to Bo's garage. The sun split the sky off into pinks and purples, soon swallowed by a dark blue that would consume the town. A hard knock on the garage door and a gruff "come in" was the first step to put your plan into motion.

Opening the door you were met with a pair of legs poking out from underneath an old car, probably unable to run and being pulled apart for scraps. Sliding out from under the car Bo was covered in thick oil and dirt. "What do ya want?" harsh tone chipped away at your confidence slightly but being determined outweighed the slight doubt crawling into your mind. "wanted to talk to you for a bit."

A sigh leaves his lips as he slowly stands from the ground, grabbing a ripped towel from the work table and wiping down his forehead. Slowly you went to walk out of the garage and into the small office out the back, Bo following in confusion, you were never this quiet. "Sit please." "What am I a dog?"

Venom lacing his word or not he sat in the worn-out office chair as you sat on the desk in front of him, pulling your legs up to cross them. "I want to touch you."

Well, that's one way of saying it. Bo's eyes widen and he stares at you for a few seconds. The silence was heavy as he continued to stare at you. It's like you could see the gears turning and quickly explained yourself. "Not like that, perv. I mean in more of a soft way. Like I was talking to Vincent and Lester and from what I've heard you haven't really had any exposure to kind touch. So I was wondering if I could show you."

Still, he sat there staring at you. "what the fuck are you talking about?" He was getting irritated and irritation was a pre-curser for anger, you had to defuse this somehow. "I notice you don't initiate any touch or shy away from it sometimes when I go to hold your hand. I just want you to be comfortable with me." your voice wavers near the end.

He still seemed confused. Why had you talked to his brothers about his parents? Annoyance bubbled up. You think he can't handle it? "I'm no wuss, I can handle touch." Jealousy was soon to present its ugly head. "so you don't mind if I do this."

You slowly reached out to cup his jaw, slow enough to give him time if he decided to pull back. To your surprise, he didn't. Your hand met his jaw and slightly rubbed your thumb along the slight stubble that he hasn't bothered to shave yet.

It was almost invisible if you weren't looking for it but Bo's head leaned into your hand slightly. You smile slightly as you brush your hand up to his cheek, his eyes still glued to yours. "Is this all you wanted? Cuz I'm busy." the cruel tone that he normally used was hardly there. He was enjoying this. "Not yet." Bo didn't want you to stop yet either but he would never admit it.

You slowly moved your other hand to hold his other cheek. "you okay?" "'course I'm fucking okay." Good. You could tell that he was liking this as much as you. He would never admit it, scared to open up his walls and scared of being perceived as weak.

The muscles in his neck relaxing and his head resting in your hands, you for once supporting him. "You can come to me for the affection you know? I won't deny you. I know you didn't get comfort from your parents." His eyes fall down, breaking your gaze. "Fine."

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I loved your dancing with Chop-Top headcanons! I'd like to request what it'd be like if Chop-Top played video games with his S/O

Thank you for the request <3 hope you like it

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Chop Top and/learning from S/O to dance

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Bakugou and S/O headcanons

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A Mouthless House

An old house with a cold bedroom, a grey kitchen and three levels to spare. A vast amount of space that no one needed. The flowing fabric glided over the dusty floor, kicking up the tiny particles that would later fall right back down to where they started. The humming of the old light was heard throughout the hall. The screeching of old wood rotting beneath light feet. even though the steps were silent they screamed throughout the house. the breeze whistled and sang through the cracked windows and doors that were hardly kept together.

There is was. The deal hammered into the dirt. The deal that would seal the fate of the house and the invisible inhabitant. The deal that would create new doors and shiny floors, clear windows and not a speck of dust in sight. the thing that the house itself seemed to dread.

Soon the grounds would be even and clean, not a weed or blade of grass out of place. The trees would be shaped and moulded by engine run teeth that will gnaw through the baby leaves that had started to grow in the spring before.

"Not to my house." The fabric moved from the curtain to the halls once more. Doors slamming and wailing at the sudden movement.

"Not to my home." Pale skin tore through the halls and to the basement. The steps howling as the feet never lay flat. Toes dancing down the corridor. Lights blinding as the formally dressed woman entered the cellar, the wine bottles almost greeted her as she persisted through the cavern.

"All you people think of is your selves." Small whimpers sounded and bounced off of the walls. "All you know is for yourselves." Muffled and desperate the whines got closer. "All for your selves and no one else." the house was talking at this point, screaming at the people frozen in the cellar. "It's okay, it's okay. I will deal with them. All of them." the promise bounded and jumped to the others. tears raced and sweat danced. The bitter taste of mould and blood filled her mouth.

Delicious.

Screams were heard from above the woman. Frozen she tuned to the wall. "Shut up if you know what is good for you. You are lucky I care for him more than you."

Turning on her heels she made her way back up the stairs to where high-pitched crying could be heard. The door, already ajar, hid the two bodies from her view. The house seemed to silence it's self as the woman entered the room. "come here." she reached her hands out. "The crying is deafening."

The small body was released from one pair of hands to the second. "Hush darling, I'm here now." "sorry love, I know you were dealing with them."

The crying soon subsided and soon the only thing left was small suckles and a matching rise and flattening of a chest. "There, all better." "I still don't know how you do that." "Time and patience. time and patience." she recited. "I am sorry to say but I no longer have patience with them."

Louder. The house screeched into the night. The metallic taste leaving the woman satisfied and calm. "If they had only listened and not broken their promise.”

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