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next-autopsy · 1 year ago

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A/N: Well, hi there! I hope you’re enjoying this story as much as I am! This chapter is semi Francesca focused, hope y’all like her! Quite a bit of backstory in this one, we uncover a family mystery and I’m so sorry for it.

Lmk what you think x

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: Smoking, swearing, general awkwardness, mentions of death/loss,

Tags: @malarkgirlypop , @panzershrike-pretz (let me know if you want to be added!)

Made of Glass

Chapter thirteen: Baby Birdie

Smoking had always been something Francesca took solace in, the earthy smell reminded her of the men in her family. Her father had smoked since before she was born, she always pictured him with a thin cylinder of fine tobacco in his hand.

When her two older brothers had hit their early teens, they both took up the habit. At first, they had hidden it from the paternal figure but quickly came to realise he didn't care so they stopped sneaking out to puff cigarettes in the dark alleys of their neighbourhood.

Francesca often thought of her brothers and how they were fairing. Both had enlisted in the US marine corps the second Europe had declared war within itself in 1939. Her oldest brother, Giovanni, was 23 and the younger, Niccolo, was 22, that was nearly three years ago, and she hadn't seen them since. She would receive one, maybe two letters from each of them yearly and that's how she knew they were both still alive.

She turned her thoughts else where, inhaling and exhaling gray clouds. Rossi was perched on the steps of the barracks she lived in, enjoying the quiet dark.

To her dismay, the quiet dark was disturbed by the rhythmic thump of Army issued boots and the dirt path that lead in her direction.

Francesca saw the shadowy outline of two figures, two figures that were yet to notice her.

As they came closer, she recognised Birdie but not the man she was with. The pair seemed uncomfortable, the girl fidgeted with her hands and the guy was looking every which way except towards the woman.

Francesca cringed for them. Their weird energy reached out and touched her and she wanted to run off or hide her face in her hands.

She didn’t. She sat and watched.

It was like witnessing a car wreck, Rossi could not pull her attention away, morbidly curious to see what happens next.

Nobody said anything, no words exchanged but the couple had stopped walking and both looked like they wanted to hang themselves.

Rossi kept silent, hoping if she said nothing they wouldn't notice her and she could ignore this moment of her life.

“Uh...” And, “Well...” Were spoken at the same time by each of the on edge….friends? Were they friends? Francesca couldn't tell.

“Thanks... for ya know....” It was Birdie who bucked up and broke the bizarre tension that had formed in the strained hush between them.

“Yeah...” The man turned to walk away, figuring he could leave the strange encounter and act like this interaction did not occur.

“Liebgott?” The southern woman called out to him, pausing his steps, he looked over his shoulder at her.

“Yeah?” There was a beat of nothing. Birdie fidgeted once again. To Francesca it looked like she was about to tell him something important, begin a speech or break some bad news to the poor fellow attempting to run away. But Birdie didn’t, she only uttered one word and it sounded forced.

“Night.” It's not what she wanted to say but in all honesty she didn't know what she wanted to say. It was like she spoke his name but didn't remember why.

“Night, Coldwell.” Then he was gone, Birdie couldn't help but feel something. Disappointment? Unfulfillment? She was conflicted and she didn't really know why.

“That was weird.”

“Jesus Christ!” Bernadette's hand flew to her chest and she whipped her head around faster than the speed of light. Though she calmed when she noticed Francesca sitting in the dark, huffing on the tail end of a cigarette.

“Frankie! Announce yourself dammit! You scared me half to death....” Birdie let out a sigh, “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.” She answered, “Wanna smoke?”

“God yes.” The younger girl accepted her offer and sat down next to her roommate, taking the tobacco stick between her fingers. Francesca took out a second one and placed it between her lips, then lit both.

They sat side by side, huffing and puffing until there was nothing left to consume.

“Frankie, huh? I earned myself a Birdie nickname.” The Italian woman commented lightheartedly.

“Sure did.” A smile grew on her face, the nickname had slipped out accidentally but she was glad for it. This moment felt like a good one, one she'd look back on as the beginning of their blossoming friendship.

“At least it's not a disease.” She had a smirk on her lips, word of Birdie’s STD riddled friend had gotten around.

“Was that… a joke? Did you just make a joke, Frankie?” A giggle escaped her lips.

“Yeah, cherish it. I won't be making another.” The black haired woman spoke in a stoic tone but a smile crept onto her face and she bumped shoulders with Birdie, who laughed at the action. Francesca felt herself smiling wider at Birdies enjoyment, the noise was filled with a musical merriment and it was contagious.

The women sat outside on the wooden steps and shared another cigarette, they passed this one between them. Bernadette began telling Frankie the childhood story of how she acquired her nickname: Birdie. As a toddler learning to speak, the full ‘Bernadette’ was a incoherent babble so one of her older sisters had shortened it for her to Bernie. But of course the two year old's pronunciation was still being perfected and it changed to Birdie and stuck.

The image of a baby Bernadette, wobbling around on uncertain feet calling herself Birdie sparked a chuckle from the Italian girl. It prompted her to share her own tale from her youth and the two went back and forth, while one puffed on the smoke the other would share a memory.

This is how Bernadette learnt of Frankie’s family. Her father worked as a mechanic as did she and her two older brothers before they all enlisted. She was surprised to hear they were both currently deployed in the Pacific theatre of war.

Birdie shared the information of her own brother, the eldest: Victor, affectionately called Junior as Victor was also their fathers name. He signed up for the US Navy in 1939 and after training was stationed in Hawaii. He was aboard the SS Arizona when it was targeted by the Japanese. He died on December 7th, 1941 in Pearl Harbour.

He was the reason Birdie and James had signed up. Originally, the southerner was going to put her name down as a nurse but she’d heard of the special program for women and how it would send her to the front lines and she was in, no questions.

Francesca sympathised, she too had lost a family member. The New York Italian informed her new friend of her seldom talked about parent. Her mother had an incurable sickness and passed away when Frankie was young. Young enough that she barely remembered the woman, she could vaguely picture a face, a warm smile, an encompassing hug, a gentle voice or sweet smell but not much else.

Most of what she knew of her mother was learnt from pictures or stories her brothers told her. She had asked her father about the woman once and he did not react well. He yelled and hissed at her and stomped off to his room to drink away the memories of his late wife. Frankie never asked him about her mother again.

Bernadette had hugged her after hearing the tragedy. She was incredibly close with her family, especially her mother and couldn’t imagine not having her in her life. Francesca didn’t mind much, she didn’t know anything different, but she accepted the hug anyway, Birdie was warm and the comfort she provided, was needed.

The pack of smokes had emptied over the course of time the two spent bonding, which was their signal to head inside and sleep.

Which is exactly what they did, sharing a look from across the room as a silent ‘goodnight’.

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As the weeks phased into months Toccoa began to feel more like home. Bernadette had found her footing and slipped into a schedule she looked forward to. Lectures were a welcome break from vigorous PT and the friends she had made were becoming closer and closer everyday.

Liebgott had gone back to dropping bad natured comments aimed at her the morning after whatever that night was. Although his tone had changed and his words seemed more like attempted jokes. She noticed his lips curling ever so slightly at the edges when he muttered the banter and his genuine distain for her felt fake and put on as if he wanted everyone (including himself) to believe he didn’t like her. She replied with her typical witty comebacks but hers too felt forced like a show for anyone listening. The shift unsettled her to her core but she didn’t really know why, she should be happy Liebgott was finally coming round and didn’t wish her dead… so why wasn’t she?

On the third day after the entire Harriet debacle, all four men were apprehended.

Nixon had told Birdie that someone outside of the attackers had confirmed the initial confession, which gave them absolute proof. The three men were dishonourably discharged and sent home in disgrace, while the fourth man was transferred out of the 506 and left Camp Toccoa effective immediately.

Birdie was pleased to hear the news but couldn’t for the life of her figure out who had told Sink, maybe the men had blabbed to their friends and one of them felt bad? Who knows, it was anyone's guess.

Birdie didn’t dwell on it too much, instead she had wrote to Harriet and explained the whole story. The ex-How company woman was still recovering weeks later with a broken pelvis and stitches in the back of her head but she had been allowed to move to her home state. She thanked Birdie for her part in finding and punishing her violators and had truly meant it, learning of the men being held accountable had eased her mind. It eased Bernadette’s guilt some but she figured the feeling she couldn’t get rid of would stay with her for the rest of her life, always wondering what might have been.

The two promised to keep in contact and Harriet even invited Birdie to come visit her in San Diego once the war was over. Of course, Bernadette had accepted and found herself picturing California, it became her fantasy, one she would carry with her throughout the years ahead of her.

The entire regiment was being moved to Fort Benning, marching 137 miles to break some record the Japanese troops held. It took three and a bit days of marching plus a train ride but they reached their destination.

Fort Benning was set up similarly to Camp Toccoa yet they were so different, it gave Birdie an eerie feeling of familiarity.

A/N: That was a tad depressing, sorry folks! But Birdie and Frankie bonded over dead loved ones so yay!

Also, finally they’re in Fort Benning, goodbye Toccoa!

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter fourteen

#band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #joe liebgott #band of brothers fanfic #fem oc #oc #lewis nixon #next autopsy #made of glass #made of glass chapter thirteen #first fanfic

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film-bro-hotch · 2 years ago

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Queen of Nothing (Hotch x Reader) - Chapter Four

A/N: Hiya! Been a hot minute since I have updated this fic, but don't worry, it is still going strong! Seeing that this is my very last semester of university, I am hoping to have a little more free time to write (mostly to avoid job applications)

Chapter Warnings/Themes: We get to see wingman Rossi, discussion of Haley's death

WC: 3k

Chapter Four - Dinner and Diatribes

Men should be either treated generously or destroyed, because they take revenge for slight injuries - for heavy ones they cannot. - Niccolo Machiavelli

Your shower was brisk, one that mainly was used to calm your nerves rather than freshen up. Makeup was done lightly and with the thin motel towel wrapped around your body. It didn’t do much for actual warmth. You could feel the goosebumps on your arms and legs as you chilled. You didn’t carry around much makeup, but you made do with what you had. In your life there wasn’t much room for things besides necessities.

You let your hair air dry, finding your remaining time more efficiently spent trying to figure out what you would wear. You didn’t keep many nice clothes, and while you were sure Hotch wouldn’t care a ton what you wore, you knew he would be in his usual work suit. You couldn’t just come in wearing jeans! You had a jumpsuit, a couple nice blouses and a-

Jesus Christ, listen to yourself, you heard in your head. You are worried about what a man thinks? To which the other part of you pointed out, Aaron isn’t just a man. He was an ex of sorts, but also the source of your greatest happiness. Had he been officially divorced from Haley and had you stayed in the BAU, maybe he would have actually put a label on it?

No, none of that mattered. Not now. No use in staying up over what-ifs and could-have-beens.

Getting into your own head about this was wasting time, though, and your pride wouldn’t allow him to hold anything over you. You finished off your makeup and decided on the black jumpsuit you kept around. It was a hand-me-down from an old friend. The top half was sleeveless, a high collar whose inherent modesty was thrown out the window by the keyhole cutout to your chest. You remember seeing it in your friend’s closet and not being incredibly struck by it. She was sorting her clothes into piles of keep, donate, and throw away, with an unofficial pile for items you got first dibs on.

“You have got to try this one,” she practically threw it to you. “Your tits would look great.”

Well, she was right about that much. Your eyes lingered at yourself in the dirty motel mirror and silently thanked your friend.

“Boobs look great…but not obviously out there,” you muttered as you took one final look at yourself. Before you could change your mind again, you grabbed a coat, your burner phone, and keys and headed out the door.

Rossi was sure the “old friend” Hotch had coming was a little something more, so he was quite eager to get him out of the office and to his apartment so he could pick up Jack.

“You don’t have to do this much, Dave,” Aaron said when Rossi arrived to pick up Jack and brought a far-too expensive bottle of wine.

“Just a little gift,” he had said, but Aaron knew that grin and the look in his eyes all too well.

“For God’s sake, Dave, it isn’t a date. Really.”

Rossi put the one hand that wasn’t holding the wine up defensively as he shook his head. “Who said it was a date? Surely not me. I’m just here to drop off a little gift and pick up my favorite kiddo,” he said. As if on cue, Jack came running from his room, his Spider-Man backpack bouncing up and down behind him. It was filled with a change of clothes and his toiletries, even though Hotch had told him it wasn’t going to be a sleepover. Rossi leaned down and picked the young boy up, groaning in the process. “Christ, Jack, what do you have in that backpack to make you so heavy?” he asked playfully.

“I have pajamas, and I have my GameBoy, and I have some books that we can read tonight,” Jack said, his pace quickening with each item.

“See, that’s why I like you. I don’t even have to make plans for our night,” Rossi said, setting Jack down with another huff. “Christ alive, he’s gotten big,” he whispered to Hotch.

That was perhaps the one thing Dave was right about. Aaron had been worried about his son ever since Haley’s death. About his development, his socialization. He often questioned if he should have even gone back to the BAU. He had tried the whole stay-at-home-dad thing, but it just didn’t work. There always seemed to be something in the back of his mind that drew him back to his job. Back to stopping people like Foyet.

He was brought away from his thoughts by a quick knock on the door. Oh god. He had hoped that Rossi would have left before you got here.

“I can get that,” Rossi started, but was stopped by Hotch’s glare.

“No. Just - put the wine in the kitchen or something.” He took in a deep breath, wiping his palms on his blazer after finding them a little clammy. Why was he so nervous? He knew he was probably lying to himself, but for now he would say it was Rossi’s fault.

You could tell he was trying not to stare. He looked a little more nervous than usual.

“I saw the other car in front of your unit and I thought I might have come to the wrong place at first,” you said, earning a single huffed laughter from Hotch.

“Come inside, it’s cold,” he said, ushering you in. The place was…nice. Really nice. Hotch didn’t exactly have expensive taste, at least not in outward material things. Maybe he just let Haley pick the place, though you had a feeling she had probably done enough for him that that wasn’t the case. Last you checked, she did everything. It was why the two of them were in the middle of their divorce when you left. You heard him close the door behind you, and peering around the corner you were met with a young boy who you could only assume to be Jack. Christ, you nearly forgot how fast kids grew. Last you saw him he was barely walking on his own, probably still in diapers and throwing frequent temper tantrums.

Scanning the rest of the room, your eyes fell on someone new. A man who appeared to be in his middle to late 50s stood next to Jack, a bottle of wine in one hand and a Spider-Man backpack you hoped was Jack’s in the other. Hotch seemed a little tense as he introduced the two of you, though you couldn’t tell if he was hoping for your approval or the approval of the man in front of you.

“Y/N, this is agent Dave Rossi, Dave, this is former agent L/N,” Aaron said, gesturing while he spoke. You had heard of Rossi before, though the last you remembered he was retired. You had also heard he wasn’t the best team player when it came to cases, so his being in the BAU was a shock to say the least. Looking up at his face, you saw his eyes move over you critically, a calculated look hidden behind his mirth. He was analyzing you just as much as you were him.

Stepping forward, he set the backpack down and handed you the bottle of wine. “And this is for you,” he said as he offered his hand. You were gentle as you took it, a firm shake on his end as if there were some kind of business deal.

“Thanks,” you said as you inspected the bottle, raising a brow when you looked back at him. “Vintage cabernet sauvignon? Bold choice. Not many people like something so dry.”

“It’s my test to see if I like someone.”

“You give everyone a bottle this expensive?”

“Only if I think I might like them. Not many get as far as the wine,” he said with a playful wink.

Your eyes moved back to scanning the room, finally landing back on Jack to see he had moved a little closer to you. “You used to work with my dad?” he asked. You bent your knees into a deep squat so you could be at his level.

“That’s right.”

“So you get rid of bad guys too?” Oh.

Well, if he counted murder as getting rid of them, then yeah. You certainly did. You had a feeling his father would not. You simply smiled, giving him a quick nod. “Yeah, I do.” For the kid, that was enough. He just grinned and picked up the backup Rossi had set down earlier.

“Cool!” Yeah, cool. Standing back up, you watched as he gave his father a quick hug and practically drug Rossi to the door and out the apartment.

“Make good choices, kids!” Rossi called out before he closed the door and left the two of you in silence before your laughter broke it

“I am so sorry about him,” Aaron had started, but you were already laughing.

“What? Dave? Oh, he’s harmless. I think we might actually get along.”

“Please do not start acting like him,” he nearly begged.

The two of you walked into the kitchen which was almost as nice as the entryway. You wondered how much he actually cooked here. When you worked with him, he was always in his office. Come to think of it, there were very few times you actually saw him eat when you did work with him. He didn’t seem much like a fast food guy, but you couldn’t imagine he had time for much else.

“So, what is on the menu tonight?” you asked as you leaned against the granite topped island.

“Well, I have a nice pasta planned. Lots of tomatoes, cheese, some spinach, a little bit of pancetta.”

You rose a brow at the last one, though Hotch noticed before you could correct yourself. “I know, it is a little more fancy than usual, but it’s been a while. I thought we could both use a bit of a break,” he spoke as he worked, throwing what you could only assume to be the pancetta into a sizzling skillet to brown. His eyes moved from the skillet to you, a coy smile coming to his face as he said, “There is a riesling in the fridge for you.”

He remembered. He actually remembered your wine preference after all these years. You couldn’t help the grin that came to your lips after hearing that, already making your way to the fridge. “Good thing I lied to Rossi about that wine.”

“Everyone does. I don’t know a soul who actually drinks that stuff besides him.”

“You like a good dry red, don’t you?”

“Not that dry.”

“So how about an old fashioned?”

He was almost also as surprised as you were earlier. How could you forget when this was almost exactly like the dinners the two of you used to have. He would come over and raid your kitchen and make an amazing meal, and you would make him a cocktail to sip on while he cooked.

“An old fashioned would be perfect,” he said with an ease that nearly melted your heart.

You made him his drink and spent the next hour sipping on your glass of wine and watching him work his magic. He added tomatoes and spinach and some kind of herbed cheese to the skillet. Hell, he even roasted his own garlic.

“I almost think I missed your cooking,” you said as you leaned against the island.

“Almost?”

“Well I picked up a thing or two from you. I can make a decent meal myself.” What you said wasn’t a total lie. You had picked up a trick or two from him, but you certainly didn’t have time or the resources to use them.

He placed the dish in the oven for a little while longer to melt the rest of the cheese, and as he pulled it out you knew just how good this pasta was going to be.

Ever the gentleman, he fixed both of your plates, even bringing in your bottle of wine and a side salad that would go perfectly with this dish. You could tell the salad was premade, but given the caliber of this meal, you didn’t care. You stuck a few of the large noodles on your fork, raising them in a toast.

“To this amazing food, and the amazing chef that prepared it,” you said.

He raised his own fork. “And to my wonderful bartender.”

“And the next thing I see is Derek Morgan running full speed at me,” Aaron was saying, his free arm moving around as he told his story, the other one holding his half-finished old fashioned. Well, the second one. He had loosened up a bit after the first.

“So what I’m hearing is Morgan saved you from getting your ass kicked by a 16 year-old unsub?” you toyed, a freshly poured glass of wine swirling in your hand.

“In my defense, he was a linebacker.”

“A 16 year-old linebacker.”

“You are not going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance, Hotchner.” The two of you were laughing, both of your meals long gone at this point.

There was a long pause between the two of you, both looking the other up and down. It was finally Aaron who broke the silence. “If you ever get bored of traveling around or helping out your parents, I think you would still have a place back with the FBI. Maybe not the BAU exactly, but I think you would do really well.”

You wanted to believe his words, and you believed that he believed what he was saying. You could never go back. Things weren’t that simple. And if what you had done ever came to light…he wouldn’t look at you the same. No one would. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you lied.

There was a long moment of silence between the two of you, both of you seeming to look from your food to your glass to the other in an attempt to focus on anything but the lingering silence.

“It isn’t the same without you,” was what broke the silence. He could have meant so many things. The unit wasn’t the same without you, the FBI, his home, his bed, his life. He had a life outside of you, you needed to remind yourself.

“I know,” you said, finally looking at him the same time his gaze was moving to you. You didn’t want to talk about this any longer, but part of you still wanted to know about his life.

“How is the whole co-parenting thing going?” you decided to ask.

Aaron had been moving his food around his plate, but he seemed to freeze when you asked that question. He stayed like that for a moment, his expression unreadable as he gently set his fork to the side. “We lost Haley about a year and a half ago.”

Oh. Out of everything you could have missed, the death of his ex-wife? The thing you know that probably wrecked him the most.

“Holy shit,” you said when you found your breath. “I am so sorry.”

“It’s alright. Jack is doing okay, and Haley’s sister has really been a great help,” he said. Part of you doubted that Jack was doing that okay. He was a kid for God’s sake. And Aaron…wasn’t the most present father, but you didn’t need to tell him that.

You found your hand moving to rest over his, your gaze moving from his fingers to his face where those tired brown eyes looked right at you. “And you? How are you?” you asked.

He paused for a long moment, seeming to actually give thought to his answer. “I…I think I’m doing okay. Some days are harder than others, but I’m getting by.” You gave his hand a squeeze, the corner of your lip tilting into a smile.

Neither of you said anything after that. There was another long stretch of silence, but this one wasn’t like the moments earlier. This one was like mornings all those years ago. Both of you would be reading, sitting on the couch in your apartment just happy to be in the presence of the other. It was a peace you hadn’t felt in a long time, just sitting by him, holding his hand. It was near pure bliss. And maybe that’s what scared you.

Looking to the side at the clock on the wall, you notice just how late it was. “You told Jack it wasn’t going to be a sleepover, so I should probably get going so he can get to bed,” you said, pulling your hand away and moving to stand. Aaron was quick, standing with you and taking your hand, though must have realized what he had done in his haste and quickly dropped it.

“I know Jack. He already packed all of his things for the night. I’m sure you could stay a little while longer.”

You wanted to stay. You wanted to drown yourself in his eyes, his scent, his stupid suit that hadn’t seemed to change in the last 5 years. But you couldn’t. No matter how much you wanted things to change, Aaron Hotchner was in the FBI and you had murdered. A lot. And you knew he wouldn’t understand why you did it.

“I really have to go.” He let you go this time, slipping out the door and far away from his apartment.

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blazingxwolves · 2 years ago

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Maybe deep down Zalias might not totally hate the ideas of Niccolo that much but maybe he only hated it because he had choice in matter. Plus he was still recovering from losing a mate but Niccolo ended up being interesting and fun. Walked into his cabin to see the male there waiting for him. He slowly closed the door and did not move but look them up and down for a moment. Thinking about it, Zalias and Niccolo had never seen each other naked and he was in a mood today. "Get naked for me," he spoke voice deep and seriousness in his eyes as he stared down the male, as if he was looking into their soul.

"Know that I don't want to repeat myself again." @niccolo-rossi

#c:niccolo #w zalias

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wolftracked · 2 years ago

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❝ i know you’re busy and i don’t want to bother you i just— can i just sit here with you while you work? ❞

@niccolo-rossi

"yeah, no. don't worry about it." elias had so much work to catch up on, but he would never deny the other company, especially when he could use it, too. "sit with me." he'd fled his apartment to find the peace & quiet he needed to work. the coffee shop wasn't optimal for days like this, when he was working on more complex issues, but everywhere would be more productive than home. home was a distraction these days. he couldn't always let himself be distracted, no.

"what's up? you okay? you know you never bother me, right?"

#niccolorossi #elias x niccolo #answered ask.

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ercelhande · 4 years ago

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@comingdowns sent 💬 !

“ don’t be scared — i just need you to come with me for a minute. ”

#interactions: niccolo rossi.#closed: niccolo rossi.#comingdowns.#for gia w that plot we talked about forever ago but never did xoxo

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italiangothicwriteblr · 2 years ago

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WIP Title Tag Game

I’m jumping on @writerfae‘s open tag! (At least I think it was them...I lost the post)

Rules: List all the WIP titles in your drafts, and people can send asks about them.

(A lot of these just live in my head but I wanted to participate so here they are)

TKATF Snippets/AUs

Sorcerer! Enrico AU

Enrico time loop fic

Leonidas’ magic

Giuseppe is Elizabeth and Arnoldo is Mr. Darcy

Basilio v. Martino

Basilio v. Martino 2: Electric Boogaloo: This Time it’s Personal: The Battle for Giacomo

My bff Niccolo is a brilliant tactician who is unfortunately moronsexual--an article by Leonidas Greco

Giacomo time travel fic

Fiamma and Serafina being gay and doing crime

Why Polyxena got kicked out of Candemero

A political trip told from two viewpoints

Why Basilio and Giacomo’s relationship is very bad and should not be glamorized: An essay by Martino Rossi, (heavily written in the voice of Joy herself)

TTH Snippets/AUs

Why did Ottavio turn out this way?

Ottavio meets his bf’s grandmother, realizes he messed up

Livia’s views on magic

Nova/Livia college AU

Nova/Livia OFMD AU (I’m sorry)

Why every sorcerer should have a Bellamagnan friend

The fucked-up history of the house of Corvi

An entire essay on the five families

Orianna’s Second Arranged Marriage (it goes better this time!)

Ottavio couldn’t communicate properly if you paid him

Cloelia Fucks Up (But maybe not)

Livia will get Cloelia and Attilio to like her!

Tagging: @memento-morri-writes @muddshadow @the-void-writes @flowerprose @galaxy-writer @pinespittinink @theprissythumbelina @equusgirl-writes @bookish-galaxy @aohendo @jess-p-edits and @bloodlessheirbyjacques (I’ve updated this like five times because I keep thinking of more people)

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souvcniir · 4 years ago

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* bopping along to forever by drake is 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑 , the twenty two year old cis man thrown back to their business days with none of his memories . voted most likely to move out the country , alis was known for being resilient & facetious , go figures you'd always find them being threatened to be kicked off of the football team , but grew up to be audacious & untrusting .

what’s happening cuties ! listen , i cannot join a group without giving the fattest and biggest warning that despite being in the rpc for a minute now , i still suck at introductions . embarrassing luv , i know asdj . i’m gi(anna) , i’m nineteen years old ( a big old baby ) , i go by she and her pronouns and i currently live on the east coast which throws me in the est timezone !!! this is one out of two of my children that i’ll be bringing you , and um can i just say im obsessed with the fc pairing i got going on for alistair . aron piper and giuseppe maggio ? this is what heaven is asdfgh . down below you’ll find a little about alistair ! and if you want to plot you can either smash the heart button , send me a message , or message me on discord at 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'�� 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲#1776 .

* 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

a black eye in response of words of provokement , lonely nights concealed by random bodies , gold rings sitting on bruised knuckles , calloused digits shielding a bright sun from bloodshot eyes , distant chatter drowned out by loud thoughts , salty drops gleaming on tan skin , enchanting pearly whites , thunderstorms singing pretty hues to sleep .

* 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

full name. alistair aurelius salazar . nickname(s). alis , ali . preferred name. alistair . past age. twenty two . present age. thirty two . date of birth. november first . zodiac. scorpio . gender. cis man . pronouns. he and him . sexuality. pansexual . younger faceclaim. aron piper . older faceclaim. giuseppe maggio . character inspiration. hardin scott , niccolo govender rossi , lip gallagher , and bellamy blake .

* 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 .

( physical abuse , slightly detailed )

sorrows and raindrops , remnants of a first breath that established the tone of the upbringing of curly locks and pearly whites that never flashed for too long . he was a prisoner in a punishment meant for another . he was a prisoner to rage .

he’s made up of pleads , and sobs that still haunt his childhood . neglected of forehead kisses and bedtime stories , gifted fists against previously bruised flesh in substitution . black and blue decorating his body so frequency that for a while he forgot what he looked like without them .

one night , he held his broken arm in his lap and begged her to tell him why , why did she hate him so much ? she never answered , didn’t even move a muscle . left her seven year old child to pull himself off of the floor and out the door . that was his last memory of her .

left in the care of the foster system and a year later was put into the custody of a man who was suppose to be his father . a politician who had cared more about his image then his own blood eight years earlier . not an excuse , his father would learn that with the help of guilt eating him from the inside out . did everything he could think of to make it up , not an easy challenge .

* 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 .

walked hand in hand with being difficult . labeled the broken bird . the dirt bag . found traces of himself in chaos and so he became it . a smart boy drowning in a hurt he had not fully recovered from . got better as the years went , and twenty two was his golden years of doing his very best to not self destruction .

kept himself busy , but that does not mean he kept himself out of trouble . a smart boy who had the ability to stumble into class with black rims covering regrets from the previous night . cannabis was the best form of therapy and getting blacked out on weekdays was his favorite sin .

careless and impulsive , everyone’s favorite partner in crime . bruised knuckles and a fat lip were the consequence of a insolent mouth that never knew when to stop . smiled with blood dripping from his mouth and returned to his dorm with bruised knuckles , now he remembered what he looked like .

charming words and wandering hands might’ve fooled you , but commitment for him was unreachable . he was stuck in the mindset that he was too fucked up for someone to love him and it showed in every relationship he had ever had . he was the heartbreaker , or more so the cold hearted . used others to silence the demons in his head and left before the sun crept through curtains .

* 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 .

ten years formed a new label , the phoenix . the businessman . moved around until he settled in san francisco where he soon opened up a bar with his business partner . successful , finally funded his own life with money that he earned . but there was more to him then just expensive cars and days being referred to as boss .

healed in more ways then he had been ten years ago , thanks to the help of actual therapy ( though cannabis was still a friend ) . greatest achievement was finding forgiveness in his heart for his father and building a normal son - father relationship .

decided early he didn’t want kids and instead adopted a pitbull named kyson . his best friend and as those around him joke , his son . is his background a picture of him and his dog , yes . mind your business .

now a known playboy , though most aren’t surprised . says he’s too busy for relationships but it’s just the fact that some things never change and commitment was still a scary thing .

recently , as in the last three years , moved to riccione , where he opened up his fourth bar . lives in a house on the beach and only returns home every few months ( plus the holidays ) . has become a big beach bum , but he likes the environment . does the whole beach life activities too , the hiking and the surfing ( though he’s not very good ) .

no longer a fighter , and instead is the one breaking them up . realized there was one thing he never wanted to be , his mother , and so he’d never resort to using his fist unless in the act of defense and even then he’s had a good job of walking away .

* 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 .

back to square one . no memories of who he grew up to be , just the old feeling of anger and hurt . sad to see his process thrown out the window , his healing cracked open . the biggest question , is will he get to his end point once again or will a second chance be his downfall ?

* 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒 .

has always taken very good care of himself in the sense of what he puts into his body , even in college he paid important attention to diet and exercise .

doesn’t speak of his mother , or at least he didn’t . you asked a question and got silence in return . most never actually knew what the first seven years of his life was , which left many in shock when he finally decided to open up about it .

he doesn’t like nicknames and prefers to be called just alistair , though some people do get a pass , even if that pass comes with a hard look .

his drink of choice is bourbon but he hasn’t been a bigger drinker since his college days ... his friends would joke it’s because he overdid it too many times in his younger years .

* 𝐄𝐈��𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 .

* these are simply just ideas to give us something to start with , i am open to anything that is not mentioned as well am completely and totally okay with switching things around and adding things to these ideas !!! i love plotting and bouncing ideas off of each other so don’t be afraid to stray !

YOU’RE BAD FOR MY HEALTH , YEAH YOU SHOULD HURT SOMEBODY ELSE ( PAST CONNECTION ┋ OPEN ) . he was bad for their health , a rollercoaster that consisted of too many downs . toxic ? yes . in love ? in denial . but whatever was between these two , it kept them at each others throats and in each other bed . this was not the one who got away , it was the one he needed to stay away from .

WILL HE ALWAYS BE MINE ? ( PRESENT CONNECTION ┋ OPEN ) . his first adult relationship , and like alistair himself it was not always easy . long nights , busy days , sometimes this relationship felt like it was set up to fail .. and then they got their moments where butterflies flapped their wings and rose spreaded to cheeks and it really seemed like it would work ... but good moments , they come and go and this relationship leaves the other thinking how long they might have alistair .

I GOT A BAD IDEA ( PAST CONNECTION ┋ OPEN ) . he looked to his left and saw them , and when he looked in front of him he saw the bars and regrets forming . these two were a duo that wreaked havoc , being around them meant cop sirens and bad decisions . these two were , what do they say ? young and dumb .

WHOLE SQUAD MOBBIN EVEN THOUGH WE ONLY SIX DEEP ( PAST CONNECTION ┋ OPEN ) . his best buddies ( that i manage are still apart of his life in present time ) made up of two to three others . they are his people , his picked family .

I SWEAR IF I EVER LEFT YOU IN THE COLD , IT’S CAUSE IT WAS COLDER INSIDE ( PRESENT CONNECTION ┋ OPEN ) . a old friend who’s no longer that , a friend . i picture this to be more complicated then what it seems , but picture these two going from being attached at the hip to not speaking to one another .

CAN YOU IMAGINE ? ( PAST CONNECTION ┋ OPEN ) . that one person who badly wanted something more from alistair and got exactly the opposite . lovers in the way of intimacy but one sided emotionally .

#again.intro #◟ ♡ ⋅ . mun . ﹛ 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐑 ﹜ : introduction .#abuse tw #the fact that this took me forever to write and its what ?#TRASH .#asdfghj #my goal is to get rizo's up tonight too but i cannot make any promises #also sorry because i feel like .. this is kind of long ???#if i forgot any trigger warnings please lmk #and please ignore all mistakes asdfg

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[ad_1] Lorenzo Zurzolo is ready for his big moment on the cover of Man About Town’s forthcoming spring 2022 issue. For the occasion, Pablo Sáez (Lighthouse) collaborates with art director Jeffrey Thomson and editorial director Huw Gwyther to shoot Zurzolo. The actor looks chic with a fitting leather biker jacket, pleated pants, and other Saint Laurent pieces.Lorenzo Zurzolo, well known for his performance as Niccolo Govender Rossi in Netflix’s “Baby,” is a promising young actor. “I started acting by chance,” Zurzolo tells Man About Town. After a chance television ad at seven years old, the Roman-Italian actor explains, “That day marked the beginning of a series of wonderful experiences.”Lorenzo Zurzolo teams up with stylist Jon Morales to look his best for Man About Town. The latter dresses the 22-year-old actor in elegant ensembles that combine a vintage look with the current style. Meanwhile, photographer Pablo Sáez depicts Zurzolo in easygoing photographs and conveys a young nonchalance. [ad_2] Source link

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hiii, you don't write about lorenzo zurzolo/niccolo rossi?

no sorry x

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criminalmindscastandquotes · 7 years ago

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Criminal Minds Opening and closing Quotes: Season 6

Season 6 Episode 1 The Longest Night

JJ: “A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds love one another, the home will be as beautiful as a flower garden. But if these minds get out of harmony with one other it is like a storm that plays havoc with the garden.” The Buddha.

Season 6 Episode 2 JJ

JJ: Jean Racine said, “A tragedy need not have blood and death; it’s enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.”

Season 6 Episode 3 Remembrance of Things Past

Rossi: Marcel Proust wrote, “Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”

Rossi: Mark Twain wrote, “When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not. But my faculties are decaying now, and soon I shall be so that I cannot remember any but the things that never happened. It is sad to go to pieces like this, but we all have to do it.”

Season 6 Episode 4 Compromising Positions

Prentiss: “We all wear masks, and the times comes when we cannot remove them without removing our own skin.” Andre Berthiaume

Garcia: Abraham Lincoln said, “Whatever you are, be a good one.”

Season 6 Episode 5 Safe Haven

Morgan: “All humanity is one undivided and indivisible family. I cannot detach myself from the wickedest soul.” Mahatma Gandhi.

Morgan: “But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.” Robert Frost.

Season 6 Episode 6 Devil’s Night

Hotchner: Niccolo Machiavelli wrote, “If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.”

Hotchner: Thomas Kempis wrote, “Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of its trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible.”

Season 6 Episode 7 Middle Man

Hotchner: “Without heroes, we are all plain people and don’t know how far we can go.” Bernard Malamud

Hotchner: “The herd seek out the great, not for their sake but for their influence; and the great welcome them out of vanity or need.” Napoleon Bonaparte

Season 6 Episode 8 Reflection of Desire

Garcia: “Fame will go by and, so long, I’ve had you, fame. If it goes by, I’ve always known it was fickle. So at least it’s something I experience, but that’s not where I live.” Marilyn Monroe

Garcia: I believe humanity was born from conflict. Maybe that’s why in all of us lives a dark side. Some of us embrace it. Some have no choice. The rest of us fight it. In the end, it’s as natural as the air we breathe. At some point, we’re forced to face the truth. Ourselves.

Season 6 Episode 9 Into the Woods

Morgan: Ralph Ellison said, “I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.”

Hotchner: Elise Cabot said, “Evil endures a moment’s flush, and then leaves but a burnt out shell.”

Season 6 Episode 10 What Happens at Home

Hotchner: “When we were children, we used to think that when we grew up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability… to be alive is to be vulnerable.” Writer Madeleine L’Engle

Rossi: “Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.” Writer Oscar Wilde

Season 6 Episode 11 25 to Life

Morgan: “There is no such thing as part freedom.” Nelson Mandela

Morgan: “All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered. The point is to discover them.” Galileo

Season 6 Episode 12 Corazón

Reid: “No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.” Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley.

Reid: “The best and most beautiful things in life cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.” Helen Keller.

Season 6 Episode 13 The Thirteenth Step

Prentiss: Friedrich Nietzsche wrote, “What really raises one’s indignation against suffering is not suffering intrinsically, but the senselessness of suffering.”

Prentiss: William Glasser wrote, “What happened in the past that was painful has a great deal to do with what we are today.”

Season 6 Episode 14 Sense Memory

Morgan: “Hunting is not a sport. In a sport, both sides should know they are in the game.” Comedian Paul Rodriguez.

Prentiss: “Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.” Novelist Vladimir Nabokov.

Season 6 Episode 15 Today I Do

Prentiss: “There’s no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.” Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Rossi: “It’s hard to fight an enemy who has outposts in your head.” Sally Kempton

Season 6 Episode 16 Coda

Reid: “Tomorrow, you promise yourself, will be different, but tomorrow is too often a repetition of today.” Author James T. Mccay

Ian Doyle: Honore de Balzac once said, “Most people of action are inclined to fatalism, and most of thought believe in providence.” Tell me, Emily Prentiss, which do you think you’re gonna be?

Season 6 Episode 17 Valhalla

Prentiss: Lao Tzu said, “When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.”

Prentiss: Journalist Dorothea Dix wrote, “Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence.”

Season 6 Episode 18 Lauren

JJ: Psychoanalyst Walter Langer wrote, “People will believe a big lie sooner than a little one, and if you repeat it frequently enough, people will sooner or later believe it.”

Prentiss: “The secret to getting away with lying is believing with all your heart. That goes for lying to yourself, even moreso than lying to another.” Author Elizabeth Bear.

Season 6 Episode 19 With Friends Like These…

Reid: Lizette Reese said, “The old faiths light their candles all about, but burly truth comes by and puts them out.”

Morgan: Siddhartha Buddha said, “It is not his enemy or foe that lures him to evil ways.”

Season 6 Episode 20 Hanley Waters

Morgan: Poet Antonio Porchia wrote, “Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.”

Season 6 Episode 21 The Stranger

Seaver: “Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false naming of real events.” Adrienne Rich

Hotchner: “Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters.” Stephen King.

Season 6 Episode 22 Out of the Light

Rossi: Agathon said, “Of this alone, even God is deprived, the power of making things that are past never to have been.”

Hotchner: Doménico Cieri Estrada wrote, “Bring the past only if you’re going to build from it.”

Season 6 Episode 23 Big Sea

Rossi: “The sea has never been friendly to man. At most, it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.” Joseph Conrad

Morgan: “We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch, we are going back from whence we came.” John F. Kennedy

Season 6 Episode 24 Supply & Demand

Hotchner: Thomas Hardy said, “And yet to every bad there’s a worse.”

Rossi: “What lies in our power to do, lies in our power not to do.” Aristotle.

#Criminal Minds #aaron hotchner #jason gideon #derek morgan #david rossi #elle greenaway #emily prentiss #Penelope Garcia #dr spencer reid #Jennifer Jareau #quotes #famous #popular #enlightening #inspirational #inspiration

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Online proton therapy monitoring: clinical test of a Silicon-photodetector-based in-beam PET

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Veronica Ferrero, Elisa Fiorina, Matteo Morrocchi, Francesco Pennazio, Guido Baroni, Giuseppe Battistoni, Nicola Belcari, Niccolo’ Camarlinghi, Mario Ciocca, Alberto Del Guerra, Marco Donetti, Simona Giordanengo, Giuseppe Giraudo, Vincenzo Patera, Cristiana Peroni, Angelo Rivetti, Manuel Dionisio da Rocha Rolo, Sandro Rossi, Valeria Rosso, Giancarlo Sportelli, Sara Tampellini, Francesca Valvo, Richard Wheadon, Piergiorgio Cerello, Maria Giuseppina Bisogni

Scientific Reportsvolume 8, Article number: 4100 (2018)

DOI:10.1038/s41598-018-22325-6 Particle therapy exploits the energy deposition pattern of hadron beams. The narrow Bragg Peak at the end of range is a major advantage but range uncertainties can cause severe damage and require online verification to maximise the effectiveness in clinics. In-beam Positron Emission Tomography (PET) is a non-invasive, promising in-vivo technique, which consists in the measurement of the β+ activity induced by beam-tissue interactions during treatment, and presents the highest correlation of the measured activity distribution with the deposited dose, since it is not much influenced by biological washout. Here we report the first clinical results obtained with a state-of-the-art in-beam PET scanner, with on-the-fly reconstruction of the activity distribution during irradiation. An automated time-resolved quantitative analysis was tested on a lacrimal gland carcinoma case, monitored during two consecutive treatment sessions. The 3D activity map was reconstructed every 10 s, with an average delay between beam delivery and image availability of about 6 s. The correlation coefficient of 3D activity maps for the two sessions (above 0.9 after 120 s) and the range agreement (within 1 mm) prove the suitability of in-beam PET for online range verification during treatment, a crucial step towards adaptive strategies in particle therapy.

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New Post has been published on Superbike News

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FIM MotoGP World Championship Provisional 2018 Entry Lists

FIM Grand Prix World Championship 2018 Provisional Entry Lists, 09 November

Moto3TM

N° RIDER NATIONALITY TEAM MACHINE 5 JAUME MASIA SPANISH BESTER CAPITAL DUBAI KTM 7 ADAM NORRODIN MALAYSIAN PETRONAS SPRINTA RACING HONDA 8 NICOLO BULEGA ITALIAN SKY RACING TEAM VR46 KTM 10 DENNIS FOGGIA ITALIAN SKY RACING TEAM VR46 KTM 11 LIVIO LOI BELGIAN REALE STYLOBIKE KTM 12 MARCO BEZZECCHI ITALIAN MC SAXOPRINT KTM 14 TONY ARBOLINO ITALIAN MARINELLI RIVACOLD SNIPERS HONDA 15 ALONSO LOPEZ SPANISH ESTRELLA GALICIA 0,0 HONDA 16 ANDREA MIGNO ITALIAN ASPAR TEAM Moto3 KTM 17 JOHN McPHEE BRITISH CIP KTM 19 GABRIEL RODRIGO ARGENTINIAN RBA BOE RACING TEAM KTM 21 FABIO DI GIANNANTONIO ITALIAN DEL CONCA GRESINI Moto3 HONDA 23 NICCOLO ANTONELLI ITALIAN SIC58 SQUADRA CORSE HONDA 24 TATSUKI SUZUKI JAPANESE SIC58 SQUADRA CORSE HONDA 27 KAITO TOBA JAPANESE HONDA TEAM ASIA HONDA 33 ENEA BASTIANINI ITALIAN LEOPARD RACING HONDA 40 DARRYN BINDER S-AFRICAN RED BULL KTM AJO KTM 41 NAKARIN ATIRATPHUVAPAT THAI HONDA TEAM ASIA HONDA 42 MARCOS RAMIREZ SPANISH BESTER CAPITAL DUBAI KTM 44 ARON CANET SPANISH ESTRELLA GALICIA 0,0 HONDA 48 LORENZO DALLA PORTA ITALIAN LEOPARD RACING HONDA 58 JUANFRAN GUEVARA SPANISH RBA BOE RACING TEAM KTM 65 PHILIPP OETTL GERMAN SUDMETAL SCHEDL GP RACING KTM 71 AYUMU SASAKI JAPANESE PETRONAS SPRINTA RACING HONDA 75 ALBERT ARENAS SPANISH ASPAR TEAM Moto3 KTM 76 MAKAR YURCHENKO KAZAKHSTANI CIP KTM 84 JAKUB KORNFEIL CZECH MC SAXOPRINT KTM 88 JORGE MARTIN SPANISH DEL CONCA GRESINI Moto3 HONDA

Moto2TM

N° RIDER NATIONALITY TEAM MACHINE 4 STEVEN ODENDAAL S-AFRICAN RW RACING GP NTS 5 ANDREA LOCATELLI ITALIAN ITALTRANS RACING TEAM KALEX 7 LORENZO BALDASSARI ITALIAN PONS HP40 KALEX 9 JORGE NAVARRO SPANISH FEDERAL OIL GRESINI Moto2 KALEX 10 LUCA MARINI ITALIAN SKY RACING TEAM VR46 KALEX 11 SANDRO CORTESE GERMAN KIEFER RACING KTM 13 ROMANO FENATI ITALIAN MARINELLI RIVACOLD SNIPERS KALEX 16 JOE ROBERTS USA RW RACING GP NTS 20 FABIO QUARTARARO FRENCH SPEED UP RACING SPEED UP 21 FEDERICO FULIGNI ITALIAN TASCA RACING SCUDERIA Moto2 KALEX 22 SAM LOWES BRITISH CGBM EVOLUTION KTM 23 MARCEL SCHRÖTTER GERMAN DYNAVOLT INTACT GP SUTER 24 SIMONE CORSI ITALIAN TASCA RACING SCUDERIA Moto2 KALEX 27 IKER LECUONA SPANISH CGBM EVOLUTION KTM 32 ISAAC VIÑALES SPANISH SAG TEAM KALEX 36 JOAN MIR SPANISH EG 0,0 MARC VDS KALEX 40 HECTOR BARBERA SPANISH PONS HP40 KALEX 41 BRAD BINDER S-AFRICAN RED BULL KTM AJO KTM 42 FRANCESCO BAGNAIA ITALIAN SKY RACING TEAM VR46 KALEX 44 MIGUEL OLIVEIRA PORTUGUESE RED BULL KTM AJO KTM 45 TETSUTA NAGASHIMA JAPANESE IDEMITSU HONDA TEAM ASIA KALEX 51 ERIC GRANADO BRAZILIAN FORWARD RACING TEAM KALEX 52 DANNY KENT BRITISH SPEED UP RACING SPEED UP 54 MATTIA PASINI ITALIAN ITALTRANS RACING TEAM KALEX 55 HAFIZH SYAHRIN MALAYSIAN PETRONAS SPRINTA RACING KALEX 62 STEFANO MANZI ITALIAN FORWARD RACING TEAM KALEX 64 BO BENDSNEYDER DUTCH TECH 3 RACING TECH 3 73 ALEX MARQUEZ SPANISH EG 0,0 MARC VDS KALEX 77 DOMINIQUE AEGERTER SWISS KIEFER RACING KTM 87 REMY GARDNER AUSTRALIAN TECH 3 RACING TECH 3 89 KHAIRUL IDHAM PAWI MALAYSIAN IDEMITSU HONDA TEAM ASIA KALEX 95 JULES DANILO FRENCH SAG TEAM KALEX 97 XAVI VIERGE SPANISH DYNAVOLT INTACT GP SUTER

MotoGPTM

N° RIDER NATIONALITY TEAM MACHINE NOTES 4 ANDREA DOVIZIOSO ITALIAN DUCATI TEAM DUCATI 5 JOHANN ZARCO FRENCH MONSTER YAMAHA TECH 3 YAMAHA * 9 DANILO PETRUCCI ITALIAN OCTO PRAMAC RACING DUCATI * 10 XAVIER SIMEON BELGIAN REALE AVINTIA RACING DUCATI * 12 TOM LUTHI SWISS EG 0,0 MARC VDS HONDA * 17 KAREL ABRAHAM CZECH PULL&BEAR ASPAR TEAM DUCATI * 19 ALVARO BAUTISTA SPANISH PULL&BEAR ASPAR TEAM DUCATI * 21 FRANCO MORBIDELLI ITALIAN EG 0,0 MARC VDS HONDA * 25 MAVERICK VIÑALES SPANISH MOVISTAR YAMAHA MotoGP YAMAHA 26 DANI PEDROSA SPANISH REPSOL HONDA TEAM HONDA 29 ANDREA IANNONE ITALIAN TEAM SUZUKI ECSTAR SUZUKI 30 TAKAAKI NAKAGAMI JAPANESE LCR HONDA IDEMITSU HONDA * 35 CAL CRUTCHLOW BRITISH LCR HONDA CASTROL HONDA * 38 BRADLEY SMITH BRITISH RED BULL KTM FACTORY RACING KTM 41 ALEIX ESPARGARO SPANISH APRILIA RACING TEAM GRESINI APRILIA * 42 ALEX RINS SPANISH TEAM SUZUKI ECSTAR SUZUKI 43 JACK MILLER AUSTRALIAN OCTO PRAMAC RACING DUCATI * 44 POL ESPARGARO SPANISH RED BULL KTM FACTORY RACING KTM 45 SCOTT REDDING BRITISH APRILIA RACING TEAM GRESINI APRILIA * 46 VALENTINO ROSSI ITALIAN MOVISTAR YAMAHA MotoGP YAMAHA 53 TITO RABAT SPANISH REALE AVINTIA RACING DUCATI * 93 MARC MARQUEZ SPANISH REPSOL HONDA TEAM HONDA 94 JONAS FOLGER GERMAN MONSTER YAMAHA TECH 3 YAMAHA * 99 JORGE LORENZO SPANISH DUCATI TEAM DUCATI

* = INDEPENDENT TEAM RIDER

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Raising the stakes – Fearless Marc Marquez equalises at Misano

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