#Federico Fell

[fenikorg-talks]

1910 (Intermedio)

Aquellos ojos míos de mil novecientos diez no vieron enterrar a los muertos, ni la feria de la ceniza del que llora por la madrugada,  ni el corazón que tiembla arrinconado como un caballito de mar. Aquellos ojos míos de novecientos diez vieron la blanca pared donde orinaban las niñas,  el hocico del toro, la seta venenosa y una luna incomprensible que iluminaba por los rincones los pedazos de limón seco bajo el negro duro de las botellas. Aquellos ojos míos en el cuello de la jaca,  en el seno traspasado de Santa Rosa dormida,  en los tejados del amor, con gemidos y frescas manos, en un jardín donde los gatos se comían a las ranas. Desván donde el polvo viejo congrega estatuas y musgos. Cajas que guardan silencio de cangrejos devorados.  En el sitio donde el sueño tropezaba con su realidad. Allí mis pequeños ojos. No preguntarme nada. He visto que las cosas cuando buscan su curso encuentran su vac��o.  Hay un dolor de huecos por el aire sin gente y en mis ojos criaturas vestidas ¡sin desnudo!

Federico García Lorca, Poeta en Nueva York

[insidekatmind]

Meet my sister P.2-Jude Bellingham

Part.1, Part.3, Part.4

plot: Federico Valverde wants to introduce his younger sister to Jude, his teammate. He hoped that something romantic would be born between them seeing that their characters were perfect together but things take a different turn

wearnings: +18,handjob

Jude returned home that evening with a strange feeling, a tension he couldn’t shake off. He had faced plenty of people in his life: opponents on the field, critics in the press, even stubborn teammates. But you? You were different. Not only had you dared to challenge him openly, but you had gotten under his skin in a way he couldn’t explain.

He let himself fall onto his couch, phone in hand. He tried to distract himself by scrolling through notifications and messages, but your face kept popping into his mind: the way your eyes sparkled with sarcasm, the provocative smile that seemed to say, "You’ll never have the upper hand with me.”

“Ridiculous,” he muttered to himself, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

With a resigned sigh, he opened Instagram and typed your name into the search bar. It didn’t take long to find you; your profile was verified and had millions of followers. Jude scrolled slowly, studying one photo after another.

There were pictures of you on red carpets, flawless in high-fashion gowns. Shots from ad campaigns, where your intense gaze and bold poses grabbed attention. Then, more personal images: you on a beach, the sun lighting up your skin; you in a recording studio with a satisfied smile; you laughing with a disarming naturalness.

His eyes stopped on one picture in particular: you were seated on a couch, wearing a red dress that hugged your curves perfectly. Your hair fell over your shoulders, and your smile was both sweet and mischievous.

Jude smirked, an arrogant grin reflecting his thoughts. “Sexy, no doubt about it,” he muttered to himself, leaning back into the couch. But then his smirk turned into a grimace. “But insufferable. Thinks she knows everything, always has to have the last word.”

Despite the irritation you caused him, he couldn’t look away. He kept scrolling, discovering more aspects of you that trapped him in a mix of attraction and annoyance.

“How does Federico put up with you?” he wondered, though a part of him knew that your personality was exactly what drew him in. You weren’t like the other women he knew. You didn’t try to please him or impress him. If anything, you did everything you could to challenge him.

“I don’t like you. You’re just a challenge,” he said out loud, almost as if trying to convince himself. But he knew there was something more. Maybe it was the way you never backed down, or maybe it was how your laughter managed to irritate and intrigue him at the same time.

Before he realized it, he had spent over half an hour on your profile. He abruptly shut his phone, almost annoyed at himself. “Ridiculous,” he muttered again, standing up and running a hand through his hair.

But as he headed to his bedroom, your face kept resurfacing in his mind. Jude didn’t want to admit it, but he already knew this wouldn’t be the last time he searched your name on Instagram. And that realization irritated him more than anything else.

He had just laid on the bed, his hands behind his head, trying to shake off the annoyance. But that annoyance had a very specific name: yours. He was convinced that it was enough to ignore you to stop thinking about you, but it did not work. The more he tried to drive you out of his mind, the more your sarcastic smile and intense eyes came to haunt him.

After a few minutes, he snorted frustrated, grabbed his phone and almost without thinking, went back to your Instagram profile. It was an impulsive gesture, one he knew he should not have done, but it was too late.

While scrolling through your photos once more, he found one that struck him more than the others. You were sitting on a balcony, with a breathtaking view behind you, but he didn’t notice anything around you. All his attention was on you. You wore a black dress with a dizzying slit that let your smooth skin glimpse. Your legs were crossed with natural grace, and your gaze, directed into the room, seemed to challenge anyone not to yield to your charm.

Jude stared at the picture for a few seconds, feeling his breath getting heavier. He felt his cock harden. Your body was amazing, she had already noticed that, but there was something more. Your attitude, that combination of sensuality and pride, was an open challenge. It seemed you were saying, "I know you want me, but you won’t have me easily."

«Damn...» he muttered to himself, feeling a wave of heat passing through him. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to regain control, but it was useless. His mind was filled with dirty thoughts about you, and that character which irritated him and fascinated him at the same time.

He dropped backwards on the bed, phone still in hand. With his right hand he threw his cock out of his boxer shorts and began to saw himself while his gaze returned to your picture, while a grimace was drawn on his face. «You think you are untamable, don’t you?» he said in a low voice, almost as if you were there to hear it.

The image of you gave him a shiver down his spine. He felt tense, stiff, as if the thought of you had taken over his body. He was used to having control over everything: in the field, in his personal life, with women. But you were another story.

He started to stroke his cock faster as he thought you were bent like a slut in front of him while you took his dick.

«I would tame you in a second,» he muttered, almost with anger.

But he knew that the real problem was not to tame you physically, but to tame your character. Because even though he thought you were incredibly hot, your strong temper and sarcasm drove him crazy. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to challenge you or win you over.

Jobe kept looking at your picture and continued to cut himself quickly, then came with a moan.

He closed his eyes for a moment trying to catch his breath

When he opened his eyes again, Jude closed the click phone and threw it on the bedside table. But your smile kept tormenting him. He couldn’t get you out of his head, and that irritated him more than anything. Because, deep down, he knew you’d find a way to sneak into his thoughts once again.

«I hate her»

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The next morning, Jude arrived at the training ground still irritated with himself. He hadn’t slept well, tormented by thoughts of you. Every time he closed his eyes, your face resurfaced, along with the memory of that photo. He tried to shake off the tension, but it wasn’t easy, especially knowing that Vinicius and Kylian would be eager to ask how it went.

As he tied his cleats in the locker room, Vinicius walked in with his usual sly grin. Kylian followed closely behind, just as curious. They exchanged a knowing glance before approaching Jude.

"So, Bellingham," Vinicius started, slapping him on the back. "Federico told us you met his sister yesterday."

Jude let out a sigh, pretending indifference. "Yeah, so what?"

Kylian chuckled, leaning against the locker next to him. "So, tell us. How was it? Federico seemed so excited about the introduction."

Jude stood up, adjusting his training shirt. "Not much to say. She’s... irritating."

Vinicius raised an eyebrow, amused. "Irritating? Really? So, you didn’t like her?"

"It’s not about liking her," Jude replied, annoyed. "It’s that she has an unbearable personality. Always ready with a comeback, always provoking. She thinks she’s funny, but really..."

"But really, she made you lose your mind, huh?" Vinicius interrupted, a sly grin forming on his face.

"Stop it," Jude warned, shooting him a cold look. "She didn’t make me lose anything. She’s just another girl with a huge ego."

Kylian burst into laughter. "Yeah, sure. That’s why you’re talking about her, right? You know, Jude, when someone doesn’t really bother us, we don’t mention them at all."

Jude clenched his jaw, trying to keep his cool. "I’m not talking about her. You’re the ones who keep bringing it up."

Vinicius sat down next to him, watching him with an amused expression. "You know, Jude, I’ve seen his sister a couple of times. And I gotta say, Federico’s right: she’s a bombshell. Beautiful, talented... and with a character that doesn’t go unnoticed. Maybe that’s what bothers you."

Jude turned to him, narrowing his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I mean maybe you’re not used to a girl who doesn’t fall at your feet," Vinicius replied with a smirk. "Admit it, she stood her ground, and that pisses you off."

Kylian nodded, adding, "And let’s be real, someone like her isn’t exactly easy to ignore."

Jude sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You’re making a mountain out of nothing. I’m not interested."

"Right, sure," Vinicius countered, laughing. "We’ll see how long it takes for you to come up with an excuse to see her again."

Jude stood up, heading towards the field with a neutral expression. "It’s not going to happen."

But as he walked, their laughter and words continued to echo in his mind. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, he knew there was something about you that intrigued him. And that irritated him more than any provocation.

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The night at the club had just begun, and the atmosphere was electric. Federico, Jude, Kylian, and other teammates had gathered there to unwind after an intense week. The dance floor was crowded, colorful lights flashed in every corner, and the music vibrated in the air, making everyone's heart beat to the rhythm. As always, Jude was the center of attention, surrounded by girls trying to catch his eye, but he seemed distant, as if something was distracting him. Maybe it was the thought of you, or maybe it was the irritation he still felt toward you, but he couldn't focus on anything else.

Vinicius and Kylian were more relaxed, chatting and laughing, while Federico was enjoying himself with some friends. But the atmosphere changed abruptly when the door to the club opened, revealing a figure walking in with confidence, turning everyone’s head. It was you, of course. Your entrance was theatrical, your radiant smile, and the energy you exuded from your presence seemed to be the only thing capturing everyone’s attention.

Vinicius and Kylian's eyes lit up. "Look who's here," Kylian said, impressed by your entrance. "You can't miss her."

Vinicius nodded, watching you with admiration. "It's impossible not to stare. Beautiful, confident... and that personality that makes her even more intriguing."

Meanwhile, Jude, who had been trying to ignore you until that moment, let out a visible sigh, feeling that annoying pang of irritation grow inside him. You were moving on the dance floor with natural sensuality, effortlessly, as if the music was a part of you. Every step, every movement, drew attention, and the girls around Jude seemed to forget about him, all focused on you. Jude, however, couldn't stop watching you, despite his irritation.

"Do you like her?" Vinicius asked with a smile, noticing Jude’s fixed gaze on you.

Jude shrugged, trying to seem indifferent. "No," he replied curtly. "It annoys me how she stands out like that."

"Though you can’t take your eyes off her, right?" Kylian teased, with his usual knowing grin. "Are you sure you don’t like her?"

"I don’t like her," Jude repeated, but his voice betrayed a slight uncertainty.

Meanwhile, you continued to dance, unaware of their comments. Your energy was contagious to everyone, but it seemed like it wasn’t sitting well with Jude. Every movement you made made him more tense, and every glance he threw at you made him feel strangely uneasy. He couldn’t understand what it was, but there was something about you that irritated him and at the same time attracted him, a contrast he couldn’t settle.

Vinicius and Kylian kept making appreciative comments, laughing between themselves, while Jude distanced himself from the conversation, trying to deflect the attention. But the truth was, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and the fact that he was so irritated by you made him even more annoyed.

[unabashegirl]

Vicious 10 | Mafia HS

After his father's death, Harry Styles must take control of the family mafia while dealing with his unpredictable brother, Silas. He meets Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, and learns about their arranged marriage.

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warnings: violence, abuse, cursing

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Four days had passed since Harry had dragged her down into the darkness of the dungeon. Four long days since she had felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. The air down here was cold, damp, and heavy with the musty scent of stone and decay. Food and water were brought to her, but they did little to ease the weight of her confinement.

Y/N shivered as she huddled in the corner of the damp cell, the chains around her wrists and ankles digging into her skin. The darkness seemed to press in on her from all sides, suffocating her with its suffocating embrace.

Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, of freedom from this prison that Harry had condemned her to. But each time she tried to move, the chains held her fast, a cruel reminder of her captivity.

The days blurred together into a haze of fear and despair. She lost track of time, of how many meals had been brought to her, of how many times she had cried out for help only to be met with silence.

At night, when the dungeon fell into an eerie silence broken only by the distant sound of dripping water, Y/N found herself consumed by dread. The shadows seemed to come alive, twisting and shifting in the darkness, whispering taunts and threats that echoed in her mind.

But despite the darkness and the cold, Y/N refused to let despair consume her. She clung to a flicker of hope, a small ember of defiance burning within her. She knew she had to stay strong, to endure, until the day came when she could break free from these chains and the man who had put her here.

"How long are you going to keep her downstairs?" Charlie's voice cut through the tense air of Harry's office as he paced back and forth, his concern evident in his furrowed brow.

"As long as needed," Harry replied curtly, his attention focused on the packages that had arrived at the house. Some contained thinly veiled threats, others held payments or favors owed.

"Calm down, Charlie. She isn't dying down there," Lex interjected, his voice tinged with annoyance. "We've had people genuinely hurt, surviving for months in those cells."

"She isn't just anyone, Lex. She's Federico's daughter," Charlie retorted, his worry deepening. "Keeping her locked up down there only raises the risk of sparking a war with the Italians."

Harry paused, his jaw clenching as he considered Charlie's words. The implications of his actions weighed heavily on him, the potential consequences looming large in his mind.

"We can't risk it," Charlie continued, his voice firm.

Harry remained silent for a moment, the gravity of the situation settling heavily upon him. He knew Charlie was right, but his pride and anger clouded his judgment.

"We'll see," Harry finally replied, his voice hard. "For now, she stays where she is."

Charlie nodded, a sense of unease settling over him as he watched Harry continue to sift through the packages. Deep down, he knew that the longer Y/N remained locked away in the dungeon, the greater the risk of irrevocable consequences. But convincing Harry of that was another matter entirely.

“What the hell is this?" Lex exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief as he pulled something out of the box addressed to Harry.

"It's a finger," Charlie replied grimly after examining the piece. The finger was meticulously manicured, adorned with a large diamond ring. Lex recoiled, dropping the grisly item back into the box and rummaging through the contents in search of a note. However, there was nothing to be found except for a phone.

"I don't understand. Is it a threat? Did they kidnap one of us? What is it supposed to mean?" Lex's questions hung heavy in the air, his confusion mirrored in the faces of the other men in the room. "Completely clueless about this one."

"Send the phone to be unblocked and searched. Get rid of the finger," Harry ordered, his voice hard and decisive. The situation was becoming increasingly unnerving, and he knew they needed answers quickly.

Charlie nodded, his expression grim as he carefully collected the items from the box. The severed finger, with its ominous ring, was a chilling reminder of the dangers lurking just outside their doors.

After delivering the phone to a member of the IT team, Charlie couldn't shake off the unease that settled in his gut. He knew he wasn't supposed to go down there, into the dark chambers where Harry kept her locked away. The risk was immense—being caught could mean facing the same fate or worse. But he couldn't bear the thought of Y/N suffering such harsh punishment for attempting to escape.

With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, Charlie made his way down the narrow staircase that led to the underground chambers. The air grew colder and damper with each step, the darkness enveloping him like a suffocating shroud.

Finally reaching the heavy iron door that sealed off Y/N's prison, Charlie hesitated for a moment. He could hear the faint echoes of her sobs from the other side, sending a pang of guilt and sympathy through him.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Charlie reached for the latch and slowly pushed the door open. The dim light of a single bulb flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows across the stone walls.

Y/N was curled up on the cold floor, her knees drawn up to her chest as she shivered in the dampness of the dungeon. The sight of her in such a vulnerable state struck a chord deep within Charlie.

"Y/N?" he whispered softly, his voice barely audible in the oppressive silence.

She looked up, her eyes wide with surprise and a glimmer of hope. "Charlie?" her voice trembled, tears glistening in the dim light.

Charlie knelt down beside her, ignoring the gnawing fear in the pit of his stomach. "I brought you something," he said quietly, holding out a blanket and a pillow.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she reached out to take it. “Thank you…” she began, her voice catching in her throat.

"How are your wrists?" Charlie asked softly, his eyes filled with concern as he noticed the bruises and swelling.

"Painful," Y/N replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze fixed on her injured wrists.

Charlie reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tube of gel. "Here," he said, offering it to her. "This should help with the pain."

Y/N took the tube gratefully, unscrewing the cap and squeezing a small amount onto her fingertips. The cool gel soothed the ache as she carefully rubbed it onto her wrists, sighing with relief as the pain began to ease.

"Thank you," Y/N murmured, her eyes meeting Charlie's with gratitude. "Why are you helping me? I thought you hated me.”

"I'll come down tonight if I have a chance," Charlie said, changing the subject. "Maybe I'll bring you something different than oatmeal for dinner."

A small smile tugged at Y/N's lips. "I'd appreciate that," she said, her eyes softening with warmth.

Charlie nodded, a sense of determination in his gaze. "Hang in there, Y/N. We'll find a way to get you out of here."

With those words of reassurance, Charlie turned to leave, his footsteps echoing faintly in the dimly lit dungeon. Y/N watched him go, a flicker of hope growing in her chest. Perhaps, with Charlie's help, there was a chance for escape after all.

Later that day, during dinner, Lex burst into the dining room where Harry was dining alone.

"Boss, the phone is from someone named Gianna Rossi. She recently got married to a guy named Augusto Rossi. Turns out he used to attend college with none other than Federico Castellano," Lex shared, handing over the papers to Harry. "There are multiple chats between Gianna and Y/N. They're apparently best friends."

Harry's eyes narrowed as he scanned through the documents, his mind racing with possibilities. "So... it's her finger? Gianna's?" he asked, a cold edge to his voice. “Why would he sent it here? We don’t even know her”

"Y/N and Gianna were planning to escape the night she went out the window and we found her in the woods. But after that night, they've had no contact whatsoever," Charlie explained, his eyes serious as Harry glanced up from his meal. "Apparently this Augusto guy is a real piece of work. I'm guessing she got caught, and things haven't been going too well for her since then.”

Harry's jaw clenched as he absorbed this information. He had suspected that Y/N wasn't acting alone in her escape attempt, but the extent of her connection to Gianna and Augusto surprised him. The thought of her planning this with her best friend, not for some lover, but for freedom from him, ignited a mix of emotions within him.

Regret crept in, unexpected and unwelcome. He had believed her escape was for a man, for love or desire, but now he saw the truth. It was about freedom, about escaping the life he had offered her. The realization hit him like a physical blow, stirring up a tumult of conflicting feelings.

Anger flared first, a hot surge of resentment at her betrayal. How dare she conspire against him with someone he didn't know, someone who could pose a threat to everything he had built? But beneath the anger, there was a hollow ache of regret.

Regret for not seeing it sooner, for not understanding her motives. Regret for chaining her in the dark, cold depths of the dungeon, treating her like a criminal instead of a woman he had cared for in his own way.

Harry stood from his seat, the chair scraping loudly against the floor in the silence of the room. He paced the length of the dining hall, his mind whirling with thoughts of what to do next. He couldn't let this betrayal go unpunished, but he also couldn't deny the strange mix of feelings that stirred within him.

The image of Y/N, defiant and vulnerable, haunted him. He could almost feel the softness of her skin under his fingertips, the warmth of her breath against his neck. The memory of their moments together, the stolen glances and shared touches, lingered in his mind.

"Find out everything you can about this Augusto Rossi," Harry ordered, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to know if he has any type of current business with Federico and find out about Gianna’s family and who they are” Lex and Charlie nodded before leaving the room.

Harry remained seated, his appetite gone as he pushed around the food on his plate. The conversation with Lex and Charlie had left a sour taste in his mouth, the image of Y/N chained downstairs haunting his thoughts.

He couldn't shake the feeling of regret that gnawed at him, each bite of food becoming more difficult to swallow. The realization of what he had done, of how he had treated her, weighed heavily on his mind.

The once appetizing meal now seemed tasteless, the clinking of utensils against plates echoing in the otherwise silent room. Harry found himself lost in thought, his mind drifting back to Y/N and the desperation in her eyes.

The image of her chained in the dungeon flashed before his eyes, the memory of her pleading eyes and muffled cries sending a pang of guilt through him. He had acted out of anger, out of fear of losing control, but now he saw the consequences of his actions.

Pushing the plate away, Harry ran a hand through his hair, frustration and regret mingling in his thoughts. He should have handled the situation differently, should have given her a chance to explain herself.

But now it was too late, and he was left with the weight of his decisions pressing down on him.

Harry walked with heavy steps, the weight of his actions pressing down on him like a leaden cloak. He couldn't deny the mess he had made, the damage he had inflicted on his relationship with Y/N, and the repercussions it would have on his awaiting marriage.

As he reached the door to the dungeon, his heart clenched with a mixture of dread and regret

---> chapter 11

[teecupangel]

Catboy Nonny back again, sooner than normal, new idea: Catboy Desmond x Federico?

You know those stories about how some people want to pet cats but they just get scratched for their troubles? Then they see someone petting the same cat a few minutes later and they just go ‘oh woe is me!’ because of how much purring the cat is making.

That’s how Federico feels every time.

Desmond being a catboy is like… a secret of the Auditores but everyone in their family (and their most trusted servants) know about it.

Ezio brought the ‘young man’ home one day and they’ve been inseparable since.

Ezio changed that day. He seemed more… melancholic and secretive.

But he was still Ezio. He still teased Federico and nothing amused him more than seeing Desmond bat away any attempts of Federico to touch those fluffy looking cat ears.

He just didn’t understand why Desmond hate him so much.

On the other side of this entire thing…

Ezio is absolutely amused.

He died and woke up a year before his family fell into ruins with Desmond sleeping in his bed.

Desmond had gotten strange… ‘additions’ to his body but they could still communicate. It’s hard for Desmond to communicate but they soon developed their own sign language (many borrowed from what ASL Desmond knows and the rest they developed when Desmond doesn’t know the official sign language for it)

So they’re making headway to preparing for next year. During that time though, Ezio now has front row seat in watching his brother try to pet Desmond who is trying to stay away from him because… well…

Desmond’s cat instincts very much sees Federico as ‘mate potential’.

[smalltownstudying]

My old friend Valle-Inclán

27.09.2024; trcc readathon day 4 (this one is special to me)

What I'm about to tell you might make you see me as a bit of a lunatic, but you have to keep in mind that I am and kind of always have been a theater woman, so you can't expect much else from me. One school night, when I was around 17 years old, I was watching TV after dinner. In particular, I was watching a biopic about Ruben Dario (the Nicaraguan poet who pretty much started Modernism for literature written in Spanish) on some niche channel. One of the characters in the movie was the Spanish writer Valle-Inclán, a novelist and playwright whom I had grown very fond of during literature class (I don't exactly know why, but I think it had something to do with his personality and cool beard, or with the fact that he lost his arm because some other guy hit him with a cane during a fight in a social gathering/sort of academic debate). I soon fell asleep on the couch and started having a weird dream: Valle Inclán, with his slender figure, long beard, and funny glasses was talking to me from the TV. He told me: "don't believe everything you see on TV". To this day I don't know why, in my subconscious, I made the poor man say those words to me, but I guess it was kind of ironic because, well, he was on TV, saying those words. His works are immensely ironic, so maybe that had something to do with it. It was just a dumb dream, anyway, but I always laugh when I remember it. I had always been interested in literature, and I knew very soon that I liked theater best. I felt like the possibilities it offers can capture the reality of human existence more completely, even if plays are (usually) shorter than novels. They are more expressive, to put it that way. Mostly because theater has had to come up with different methods of condensation to compensate for said short duration of the plays. Everything is bigger on the stage. Everything is transcendental. I loved that, and I still do. That is what made me want to pursue a career in theater (academically, not an actor as many people first believe when I talk about this). I just finished reading Luces de bohemia, which is Valle-Inclán's most famous play (one of the most important pieces of literature in Spanish, actually), and I think to myself that maybe it all started at 17, when I first knew about the guy (I can call him that, he spoke to me in a dream). Luces de bohemia, like most of Valle's works, is incredibly parodic, caricaturesque, critical, and funny at the same time. He even invented a new genre, the 'esperpento', which kind of translates to 'grotesque', but I don't think that word does it much justice. In one of the final scenes of the play they talk about how the 'esperpentos' show reality like one of those mirrors that distort the image, and I think that is a good enough way to introduce the concept. I really, really enjoyed reading this play and obviously recommend checking Valle-Inclán out. I know many people know Federico García Lorca, but Valle was, along with Lorca, the other playwright who turned the Spanish theater scene upside down (personally my favorite of the two) and he doesn't usually get much credit out of Spain.

[sulfies]

I got an idea for an art or story. Concept is this: Ezio finds a Piece of Eden that shaped as a necklace that is able to go back and time, so Ezio uses it to try and save his family. But there’s a cost to it, you can use the power of the necklace to kill and save whomever but the power is to strong that whoever wields it dies. Ezio accepts that price and uses the Piece of Eden necklace to save his family but soon after he dies. And Giovanni, Federico, and Petruccio mourn him. How’s that sound? 😁

Woahh what a bittersweet idea, but why would Ezio need to use it to kill if the necklace can just take him back in time? I think he would be able to do it himself :3

This is a bit of a long request, most of my fics are around 1-2k :,3 so I don't think I can write the whole fic but I could write a blurb (sorry about that)

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"Do it"

Ezio felt his vision go black and that was that. It was done.

It was Giovanni who woke up first, with a long gasp his hands around his neck eyes filled with tears, his hands rushed to pat the side of his bed finding Maria sleeping in the same position he always remembered her in. Droplets started to fall on his cheek. He knew why he was crying... He lost something. Something deeply important he will never get back.

It felt like his heart was ripped out.

Frederico woke up next in his room, bolting up coughing heavily as he fell to the floor.

"No... No no no" His hands fisted his hair "You did not do that n-" clutching at his chest he wanted to scream, he stopped as his ears picked up Petruccio's cry from the next door over. He got up and rushed in finding the boy hugging his knees bawling.

"Oh cuore mio... Its okay Im here"

The sobs only grew louder but the little brother let himself be embraced into a rocking hug. "Its... Its not okay- be- becau"

Frederico shushed... petting his brothers' golden locks "I know... I know"

"I want him back!"

"I know, I know... but-"

The two brothers looked up at the knock on the doorway that made his way in, crushing them in a hug. Faces muffled in each other's shoulders tears staining the expensive fabrics with choked breaths. Giovanni kissed each of the boys' foreheads one by one with longing. Inhaling the smell of home but missing one...

"So do I."

[noxusgrimm]

Yet another blorbo drops

This time drumroll

An Order heiress, because I thought it would be funny for Sanctus to depend on someone financially for his big bad evil plan oh no

To make her very much still in progress backstory simple, she's a childhood friend of Nero's and Kyrie's, she fell for Kyrie first and then bc her and Nero butted heads.. well. Shithead managed to catch feelings x2 electric boogalo.

Her family is kinda loaded on her dads side, because he is a descendant of one of the De Medici branches, big failboy that managed to snag Odessa (Dahlia's mom) and had Dahlia in Florence, before moving to Fortuna per Odessa's request as she was born there. Him and Sanctus are rat bastards and Federico (Dahlia dad) decided that he will indeed try to sneakily worm his way into the order (spoiler he was obnoxious about it) and try to take over as his last hurrah at having done literally anything in life.

Dahlia has to fight her parents in 4, aswell as she also makes a pact with a demon out of desperation. Her patron is demon Razikel, a Kar'niss bg3 looking ass, that asks her to be a vessel for him and to give her soul to him as pact terms, in exchange she gains knowledge and hybrid level stats.. and stronger magic. Why did she do it, I hear you ask, Nox why was she such a dumbass, well, it's because she is whipped for the KYYYYRIEEEE guy and Kyrie; she didn't want to feel useless and get Kyrie back, aswell as protecting Nero.

After the entire order shit goes down, Nero has to exterminate the spider but then all 3 realise oh shit, Dahlia nearly died fuck okay you know what, fuck it we a throuple now. So yeah, Nero and Kyrie have a goth gf witch, package deal babey, don't separate them.

Oh also snek familiar she summoned at a really low point in her life when she discovered witchcraft, that actually became her passion and genuine interest.

[requiescat-in-pace-bastardo]

Codextober Day 7: Ghost

Somewhere in the Gray, there was a group of Assassins. They all sat around together. It was therapy for them. The Assassins of the past would talk and they would mourn what they had lost. They would tell the stories of their ghosts.

Ezio often told the story of his family's massacre. He talked about how it felt to lose Federico, Giovanni, and Petruccio. "My brother, Petruccio, was so young. He was just a boy. Federico wasn't much older. He was only a few years older than I was. He was a young man with so much ahead of him. My father just inducted him into the Brotherhood. I still remember their faces! I remember that even though they knew death was coming, none of them screamed. The closest thing to screams was my father spitting curses. He used his last words to declare that he knew vengeance would come and that the Auditore family would not die with them, but that we would live on and get justice."

Ratonhnhaké:ton would often share his story of his village. You tell about the night of the fire. He would talk about how scared he was and about the last moments with his mother. "I remember rushing in," he said "I remember trying to find my mother as the building burned and as the trees fell. I remember that last moment with her. I remember seeing her eyes for the last time. I remember her last words. I remember that she wanted me to be safe and that she wanted me to run out of there because, in her last moments, all she could think of was me. All she could think of in her dying moments was taking care of me and knowing that I was safe. That's how she was. She would do anything to protect me. That's why she kept me away from my father. She knew that he would try to make me into a Templar and that he would make me like him. She didn't want me to have that anger in my heart or in my eyes that he had. My father had his own ghosts. He had lost his sister and he had lost my grandfather. Somehow my mother knew that he could not handle another loss."

Arno would often share his stories about the love of his life, Elise de la Serre. He'd talk about how they had first met the day that his father died. He'd talk about how her father adopted him because he saw the boy who had just lost everything and who had no father, no mother, and no home. He'd talk about how he spent his youth running through the streets of Paris with Elise by his side. He'd daydream as he remembered how they always made games and had fun chasing each other. He talked about how as they grew older, him and Elise got closer and closer. He talked about how their love had gone from that of friends to siblings to lovers. He'd reminisce about how he eventually started courting her because he loved her so much. "All we had wanted was a future. All we had wanted was happiness, but that wasn't meant to happen because Elise was the daughter of a Templar and I was the son of Assassins. Because of the war between our two factions, Elise died and I'm left alone again. The Creed is not a permission but a warning. It tells us that we have to be careful because if we get too overconfident or too comfortable, we will lose what matters most to us. For me, it was Elise."

Other Assassins shared the same stories. It was a common trait among their kind. Every Assassin had ghosts. Every assassin had lost someone. Some lost more than others. There were people like Edward who had lost their whole crew, people like Ezio and Arno who had lost their whole family, and then there were others who got lucky and only lost one or two people like the Frye twins.

[justforbooks]

In 1962, Federico Fellini placed advertisements in Italian newspapers seeking a woman to play the lead character’s mistress in his next film, which would eventually be titled 8½ and released the following year. The successful candidate, he wrote, should be “somewhat old-fashioned … with a pink-and-white complexion and a small pea-hen’s head on a Rubens body, very soft, flowery, maternal and opulent”.

The director auditioned as many as 5,000 applicants. “An interminable procession of ladies who had deserted their worried husbands and children came forward,” reported the writer Angelo Solmi in 1967. It was rumoured that the whole endeavour was merely a publicity stunt and that all along the role had been earmarked for Sandra Milo.

Milo, who has died aged 90, was a vivacious presence marketed as “the Italian Judy Holliday”. She and Fellini had met on a summer evening in the coastal town of Fregene; she happened to be passing a cafe where he was seated with his screenwriter, Ennio Flaiano, who knew Milo and called her over to introduce them.

Fellini was determined to coax Milo out of her unofficial retirement for the role in 8½ of Carla, mistress of the film-maker Guido (Marcello Mastroianni), who installs her in a nearby hotel while he is preparing his science-fiction epic.

When Fellini offered her the part, she reminded him she had quit the business, following savage reviews for her performance as an aristocrat’s daughter in Vanina Vanini (1961).

However the next morning, she was woken at home by the arrival of the director, his cinematographer and assorted technicians and make-up assistants, who had come to shoot a screen test. “They took me and put that famous little hat on my head,” she said, alluding to Carla’s fluffy white ushanka.

She was dressed in a black redingote festooned with violets; all at once, the lights were on her. “My God, what a thrill,” she recalled. “I felt like that was my world, and those were my people. I felt like I was flying.”

She signed the contract, agreeing to gain weight for the role. Shortly afterwards, she fell pregnant, though Fellini kept her chained to the trough all the same. “Every time Federico sees me off the set he tells me to go eat something,” she complained at the time. “I feel like a Strasbourg goose.”

When she finally emerged on set in costume at Cinecittà, Fellini and Mastroianni told her: “Welcome back. You’re home.”

To the ravishing dreamscape of 8½, which won two Oscars and is widely considered Fellini’s masterpiece, she brought an earthy vitality and rambunctiousness, as well as her unassailable beauty.

Fellini cast her again in his first colour film, Juliet of the Spirits (1965), this time in a tripartite role opposite his wife, Giulietta Masina, as the dissatisfied title character. Milo played Suzy, a hedonistic neighbour who hosts orgies, wears feather boas and plunging necklines, and cavorts in a treetop house where a slide connects her bed directly to a swimming pool. Milo is also seen as Iris, a spirit, and Fanny, a circus ingenue.

He sought to cast her a third time in the autobiographical Amarcord (1973), and even shot a screen test with her. But her husband, increasingly jealous of Fellini, forbade her from accepting. Milo’s declinature, the director said, left him with “an air of melancholy”. He told her: “I have something of a feeling we won’t see each other any more.”

In 1982, she published Caro Federico, a thinly veiled account of her time as the director’s lover. Fellini’s biographer John Baxter described it as “largely imagined”, and even Milo admitted eventually that it had been mostly a work of fiction. Fellini claimed never to have read the book. “I don’t even want to smell it,” he said.

Milo was born in Tunis, and moved with her family to Tuscany during her early childhood. At the age of 15, she wed Cesare Rodighiero, but the marriage was annulled after 21 days. She found early work as a model in Milan and began acting after moving to Rome, making her film debut in the comedy The Bachelor (1955).

Roberto Rossellini helped launch her career with General della Rovere (1959), which starred Vittorio de Sica as a Genoese con-man recruited by the Nazis, but Vanina Vanini was a notorious flop.

Fellini films apart, she gave her finest performance in Claude Sautet’s Classes Tous Risques (1960), in which she played an actor who becomes caught up with a gangster on the run. The film got lost in the shuffle at the time of its release, its elegant classicism upstaged by the more radical and irreverent Breathless, which had opened shortly before, though Sautet’s picture is recognised now as an exemplary policier.

Milo gave up acting for a second time in the early 1970s. Despite returning to the screen at the end of that decade, she was known latterly more for her appearances in gossip columns and on television as a presenter, talkshow guest or reality-show participant.

Reflecting on her time as Fellini’s muse, she confessed it had not always been easy. “Sometimes he’d make me feel indispensable, marvellous, as if I were the only woman he’d ever loved. And then he’d treat me like a nothing, a nobody.” She maintained that she loved him “truly, madly, deeply, stupidly”.

She is survived by three children: Debora, from her relationship with Moris Ergas, who produced films of hers including Generale della Rovere and La Visita (1963); Ciro and Azzurra, from her marriage to Ottavio De Lollis; and by a grandson. She was also briefly married to Jorge Ordoñez in 1990. All her marriages ended in divorce.

🔔 Sandra Milo (Salvatrice Elena Greco), actor, born 11 March 1933; died 29 January 2024

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[arkipelagic]

Frederico Caballero, culture bearer and chanter of Panay Bukidnon epics, has died. These above photos have been shared by the National Commission for Culture and the Arts of the Philippines with the following statement:

The Panay Bukidnon community in Garangan, Iloilo, held traditional funerary rituals to honor Manlilikha ng Bayan Federico Caballero.

The rituals commenced yesterday morning with the Daray and Haya, which provided an opportunity for the members of the Panay Bukidnon community to gather and grieve at the wake of MB Federico Caballero. During this time, the preparation of Pangasi, a local rice wine, began for later ceremonial use.

In the afternoon, a traditional eulogy known as Paghanduraw was presented by a community leader, highlighting MB Caballero's significant contributions as a master epic chanter and as a leader and mediator within the community. This eulogy was succeeded by the Pamalasan, where community elders contemplated the lessons and inspiration derived from the life and legacy of MB Caballero.

As night fell, the previously prepared Pangasi was distributed among community members, serving as the principal drink throughout the ongoing rituals. The Pangasi was also offered to the spirits of the deceased and various classes of spirits, in accordance with the beliefs of the Panay Bukidnon.

The funerary ceremonies for MB Federico Caballero included a series of Binanog performances, honoring the departed. The rituals reached their peak with an extended epic chanting that continued until the break of dawn today.

Many thanks to the Caballero family for keeping Panay Bukidnon culture - and therefore, parts of Visayan and Philippine cultures - alive against all odds. May his chants live on in the generation that come after him.

[fromashesweriseuphiddenones]

Following isa-belle1367's post, I too have some head canon pertaining to our beloved assassins and their sexuality.

My pride month 2023 six first

Desmond Miles: bisexual, given how much we ship him with men and how in canon he's been interested in two women (Elijah's mother and Lucy).

Malik Al-Sayf: Asexual, this guy was accused of welding the Creed and The Tenets like a shield, suggesting that he doesn't find sex for the sake of sex appealing but Secret Crusade does reveal he has a son.

Kadar Al-Sayf: Lithsexual, there is not much in the way of information for this sweet baby but given how fans portray him, I went with him liking Altaïr but not necessarily wanting those feelings reciprocated.

Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad: Demisexual, preferring to get to know someone before sex enters the picture. Weather it's Maria Thorpe in canon, Malik whom he's known for years or Desmond/Vega in Eagle of Alamut Altaïr wants to know them before sex happens.

Ezio Auditore: Pansexual, the man usually at least until brotherhood is with a different woman. And by the end of two has been romantically involved with Cristina, Caterina, and Rosa, nevermind how many courtians. Then nevermind the fact that we ship him with Leonardo and Desmond.

Speaking of Leonardo Da Vinci: Homosexual, I think this one is historical fact. The reason he is well known to Paola is that he a) has pertook of some off screen male courtians or b) he's a good wingman.

Rosa: Sapiosexual: Rosa likes someone with more than two braincells to bang together. She fell for Ezio Auditore mind you. A man who is highly intelligent and has studied before becoming an assassin.

My pride month art always includes an Ally.

Maria Auditore: Straight and Cis, also warning heavy topic in bound, she has survived losing her lifetime spouse Giovanni Auditore and very likely having been raped. The thing that struck me is her silence. Sure the loss of her husband and two of her four children could do that but something Annetta said caught my attention "She’s in shock. They… When she resisted…". That seemed weird to me. So either they beat her, likely, or raped her, more likely. But to circle back to happier topics, she is supportive of her children and thus an ally.

Other assassins

Shaun and Rebecca: Straight (Married by Valhalla)

Evoir the Wolfkissed: bisexual

Federico Auditore: Homosexual

Claudia Auditore: Demisexual and Sapiosexual

Edward Kenway: Pansexual

Connor: straight

[celluloidrainbow]

A UN DIOS DESCONOCIDO (1977) dir. Jaime Chavarri José is a gay, middle aged magician who lives alone and has an occasional affair with Miguel, a young politician. José is a man romantically possessed and obsessed by his childhood in Granada during the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War in the spring of 1936. Now in his fifties, José returns to Granada and relives his youth there, a time when he fell in love with Federico García Lorca and had a dalliance with one of the poet's own lovers. Memories come flooding back, of Lorca's murder at the hands of Franco's agents, and of his own early affairs. José's entire life is colored by his obsessions with García Lorca, his unknown God. (link in title)

[world-cinema-research]

Fellini Satyricon (1969)

By Cris Nyne

A movie that I will never forget and would wind up influencing my taste in art and film as I grew into adulthood was Fellini Satyricon (1969). I was twenty one at the time in the year 2000 when my roommate brought home a copy and asked if I’ve ever seen it. I was immediately drawn in by the cover and the description of the film. It was suggestively maddening and hedonistic. At this point in my life, so was I. There was no way I wasn’t going to watch this film with him.

The film follows the journey of Encolpius, a young, handsome man that is lost in his quest to find himself as he searches for his young lover, Gitón. The taboo undertones of pedophilia will continue to rear it's ugly face throughout the film during a period of overtly decadent indulgence as Nero rule over ancient Rome was stretching society to it's brink of self destruction. Encolpius finds Gitón, only to lose him again to his old lover, part friend and part antagonist, Ascyltus. Ascyltus is the embodiment of an Alpha male that Encolpius is desperate to emulate, but he has become impotent. Fellini Satyricon follows Encolpius as he traverses through dream-like landscapes and obstacles in a hellish underworld to find a cure and regain his manhood.

During my formative years as a young teenager, my art hero was Salvador Dali. Upon watching Fellini Satyricon, it was as if this visual feast of a movie was directed by Dalí himself. As far as I can remember, my inclination towards the absurd and surreal was established. My parents were seventeen when they had me. My father was notoriously wild and provided no filter as to what I was exposed to at such a young age. By the time I was six years old, two of the movies that I remember the most detail of were David Lynch’s Eraserhead and Tobe Hooper and Steven Spielberg’s Poltergeist. I somewhat attribute this overexposure and visual imprint of ideas in my youth to the tastes that I have today. That, along with my appetite for psychedelics in my late teenage years as I made New York City my playground.

Original Italian film poster (1969)

The movie opened in Italy, to mixed but mostly positive reviews. At this point in time, Fellini was a well-established director, whose style was recognizable. Rotten Tomatoes lists Fellini Satyricon as having an approval rating of 76%. The total gross for its initial release was $1,138,108. The estimated budget for Fellini Satyricon was three million US dollars. This is not what one would call "financially successful." In comparison, the number one film in Italy that year, the spaghetti western “Once Upon a Time in the West”, generated $5,380,604, internationally. This film had some very well-known American actors (Charles Bronson, Henry Fonda) that would be a financial draw for the film. The cast of Fellini Satyricon were not very recognizable. Most brought onto the project were cast because of their look and how Fellini felt they represented a specific time during Nero’s Rome.

The scenes were strung together like a gaudy necklace of gemstones and beads; each one commanding attention to the smallest of details. Although Federico Fellini was a well-known director by this time, the color palette, out of synch dialogue, and ensemble of extras- some deformed, some staring straight into the camera as it pans across a well-curated alien landscape, made the film an enticing escape for unconventional film enthusiasts and artists. For some of Fellini’s fan base of his previous films, the trailers might have come across as more of a spectacle. The hard to follow plot and jarring visual images perhaps complicated the ultimate financial success of the movie. It would be three decades until the film was released on VHS and DVD overseas, where it would gain more notoriety as a film of cult status and see profitability.

Fellini Satyricon was based upon the incomplete novel by Gaius Petronius Arbiter. There were considerable gaps in the novel Satyricon, which gave Fellini the freedom to add his own fiction by filling in some of the spaces. It also comes across in the direction of the movie, as scenes seem to jump around in a fragmented way and lend itself to the feeling of surviving the earthquake that strikes towards the beginning of the film. Petronius was very close to the infamous ruler Nero and was known as his “Director of Elegance”. One could assume that parts of the novel were transcribed from real-life experiences and firsthand testimony, considering the reputation of Nero in an age of decadence and unsatiated desires. One of the earlier scenes showing the main character Encolpius and his young lover Giton, strolling past rooms of a brothel, almost seemed like it was taken out of reality, albeit distorted and dunked in LSD.

(Three days of peace and music, Woodstock, NY, aka the "Summer of Love". Three of the main characters in Fellini Satyricon were virtually unknown and cast from the hippie movement to better visually represent the atmosphere of first century Rome under Nero.)

I’m not sure if this film would be widely appreciated, or for that matter, even made in this current climate of selective morality and internet fanaticism. My taste in film and art in general has remained steady in style throughout the years. I love cerebral twists of overwhelming bewilderment. When I first saw the film 24 years ago, I was left with a disorienting cacophony of dialogue, music, and chatter. I found it as purposefully hard to follow and dark. An entangled, messy art film and that was that. I loved it. After watching it again, I still do. The only difference is, after growing more mature in age and researching the films historical relevance, this once confusing film now makes so much more sense.

[teecupangel]

Which district would each assassin (including Haytham) be in the hunger games? What's their story? And which hunger games did they win? Was Altair the first winner in the 1st Hunger Games? Is Edward story similar to Haymitch's? Was Haytham born in the Capitol? I'm sorry! I'm genuinely interested in how this would go lol.

That really depends on what kind of idea what you want. For example, if this is meant to follow the beats of AC canon then Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton would be past winners that came from the same district as Desmond.

Unless you want a sorta screwed up ‘district tree’ where Ezio is from a different district who had an affair with someone from another district and that would lead to the Kenway bloodline while Altaïr is from the same district that would later ‘produce’ Desmond, his blood mixing with the Kenway blood later to ‘make’ Desmond.

Or if this is meant to be one big Hunger Games AU where the Assassins are alive (in a sense) and many of them are part of the Hunger Games then, on the top of my head…

Altaïr:

Winner of a previous Hunger Games, from District 2, known as the district that supplies the Capitol of its army, he has disappeared after winning and the rumors are he died (perhaps by his own hands). Reality is he was able to get into contact with District 13 and has looking for ways to take down the Hunger Games even though there have been a lot of ‘problems’ inside District 13 about how he’s not rational enough when it concerns the Hunger Games.

Ezio:

Tribute from District 8 (Textile and Clothing). He wants to protect his fellow tribute, Cristina, and is one of the more popular tributes because of his face and charm. They tried to use it by making him and Cristina ill-fated lovers. (similar to Peeta and Katniss but, in this one, they really are in love with one another). He’s so Katniss-coded, the reason why he’s the tribute is because he volunteered in place of his younger sickly brother. Federico would have volunteered as well but he was already ‘too old’.

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

Tribute from District 10 (Meat). His name was pulled from the lottery and he only learned of his parentage after it became part of his appeal. His mother was a past winner and the gossip is that she seduced Haytham Kenway. He gets angry with the idea that her mother would seduce someone to win (she didn’t, she and Haytham actually fell in love but she returned to her District because she couldn’t stand the Capitol no matter how much she loves Haytham). Edward coaching him together with the tributes of District 3 actually becomes a bit of a shock and a great deal of drama that the Capitol loves.

Desmond:

Tribute from District 2. His father pushed him into volunteering even if he didn’t want to. His ‘theme’ is Altaïr’s second coming because he bares a striking resemblance to the past winner and there are rumors that he may be Altaïr’s biological son or something. He’s not. He’s pretty sure his mother and Altaïr were like… distant cousins or something but the coaches and supporters are pushing for his ‘mysterious connection’ to Desmond to make him more ‘popular’. He has been trained to be a soldier since he was young and his friendly facade hides the fact that he had actually already killed someone before and felt nothing. His father believed winning the Hunger Games is something he can do and is the best way to protect him from becoming another soldier in the army… not that Desmond knows that.

Haytham:

He’s part of the Hunger Games ‘committee’, overseeing the entire ‘event’. He knows his son is a tribute but he promised the audience that he won’t help or hinder at all. It remains to be seen if this is true. He has never been part of the Hunger Games before and his view of the world is skewered by how he was raised in the Capitol. This is pretty much the main thing blocking any attempts to connect with his father. He sees Birch (who can be the President Snow of this AU) as his mentor.

Edward:

Past winner from District 4 (fishing). Won by killing his fellow tribute and best friend, Mary Read. He has nightmares of seeing Mary smile at him as he kills her and becomes an alcoholic to forget. He has a one night stand with a Capitol ‘influencer’ by the name of Tessa. He only heard that Haytham is his son decades later and their relationship is… more or less nonexistence. He becomes a coach when he heard one of the tribute is Haytham’s son.

Shay:

Career tribute, said to have been trained by Haytham himself (or so the rumors go). He likes to annoy Ratonhnhaké:ton and the Capitol believes this is a case of “biological son versus ‘adopted’ son” kind of deal. There are rumors that Shay is there to keep Ratonhnhaké:ton alive and for him to win but that’s ridiculous. No one would willingly sacrifice themselves for someone they don’t know… right? (unless, of course, it’s a child who was raised to be obedient to his savior). If you don’t want Shay as a tribute, he can be a past winner who has sided with the Capitol and directly works for Haytham.

Arno:

Tribute of District 6 (Transportation). Volunteered to protect Élise who was picked. Unlike the tragic love story of Ezio and Cristina, this one is more on the side of “does she love him or is he being a creepy stalker” with a side of “they’re stepsiblings oh the drama!” because Élise is cold to him. She’s trying to make him stop loving her so when it comes down to it, he will have the courage to kill her although… she’s also here to win to return to her father who only has her left so she’s also using this as a misguided attempt to stop loving him. In other words, tragic lovers route that the Capitol eats up.

Evie and Jacob

Tributes of District 3 (Electronics, Firearms and Mechanical products). Tribute of District 3. Evie ‘won’ the lottery and Jacob volunteered. Him volunteering has made their rocky relationship after their father’s death actually more strained. Evie is worried that Jacob volunteered to make sure she’ll live at the cost of his life and she would be right.

[bluelolblue]

So umm does this mean federico x fem!reader head cannons? 👀😏

-news anon

Ofc it could mean that 😈

Federico x fem!reader

He is the type to be OBSESSED

The moment he fell for you, he is NOT letting go

You know, he's gonna appear out of nowhere and just be like "Hi! :D"

He can be creepy. Like... how does he always find you?

BUT at the same time... he's hot

He's hot, and he always brings something. Like, he showed up with a bottle of wine!

He likes wine :)

While he seems too obsessive, and that just makes him extra overprotective, so it can be a bit annoying, at the same time, he is sweet with you

I think he would love to cuddle with you, he just seems like he needs physical contact

Just chilling on the couch and he snuggles with you

Okay it's gonna get horny again >:]

He is damn good in bed

You like to play with his hair

He is kinky, very similar to Santino

Like I'm talking about being wild in bed

I mean, he is really focusing on your pleasure, but... it's Federico

I think he's really good at eating pussy

Oh and lots of kisses... with tongue

Y'all saw what he was doing in the movie hehehe

THANK YOU NEWS ANON <33

Federico is just special breed AAHH

[violettesiren]

June already, it's your birth month, nine months since the towers fell. I set olive twigs in my hair torn from a tree in Central Park, I ride a painted horse, its mane a sullen wonder. You are behind me on a lilting mare. You whisper--What of happiness? Dukham, Federico. Smoke fills my eyes. Young, I was raised to a sorrow song short fires and stubble on a monsoon coast. The leaves in your cap are very green. The eyes of your mare never close. Somewhere you wrote: Despedida. If I die leave the balcony open!

Central Park, Carousel by Meena Alexander