#can you tell I'm southern italian

[lucius-i-ran]

I know that Nico is venetian and that's wonderful!! love it!! I love Veneto BUT

could you imagine southern italian Nico?

Because I can. I can imagine:

Nico calling his loved ones local nicknames. I can totally imagine a neapolitan Nico calling his friends "uagliò" or "nenné" (which is like "dude" in neapolitan, both can be used normally or as a warning) or calling Will or Hazel "perzechella" (which means "peach" in neapolitan) as a term of endearment; an apulian Nico calling "muccusu" (which is little kid but as an insult) Leo if he was having beef with him on the Argo II or being called that himself by Bianca in a siblings bicker; or a sicilian Nico calling Percy "facc'i pichira" (literally, "ray fish face").

Or Nico being obsessed with opera because Maria always took him and Bianca to the Saint Charles theatre in Naples.

Or Nico knowing how to dance taranta or pizzica and being called to those rhythms even though he doesn't know why (those are respectively an Apulian and Campania's folk dance - if you don't know campania is where Naples and Pompeii are situated).

Or Nico very easily understanding/learing spanish, turkish and/or arabic because sicilian, being influenced by those populations throughout history, is very similar to those languages (especially spanish).

Or Nico inherently knowing how to make certain kinds of pasta, very swiftly because of the country fairs where older folks set up stands in the streets and make pasta, in honour of a local festivity or a local patron (very popular thing in southern italy especially Apulia).

anyway, this is a rant more than anything that I had to get out of my sistem bcs I have nothing to do and it's your problem.

stan fratm in cristo Nico di Angelo

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Hyacinth - Joel Miller x Reader

Hyacinth (Hyacinthus) - Meaning: Please forgive me

Summary: After hitting your car, Joel Miller takes you out on a date to apologize.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Word Count: 1921

Warnings: Fluff!, slight language, reader wears makeup and a sundress but is otherwise a blank slate, Pre/no outbreak AU, no Ellie, reader was left at the altar, dinner date conversation, making out, nicknames 'sugar' and 'darlin', Joel Miller is a warning in and of himself

I'm really happy with how this turned out! Just a fluffy first date with Joel Miller. Enjoy!

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Likes, Comments, Reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated! ❤️

“Am I crazy?” you asked your best friend, Maria, while applying your mascara. 

“For what? Going on a date with the guy who smashed up your car?” Maria asked dryly, shrugging her shoulders while she watched you get ready. “Nah, I’ve done crazier shit.” 

“What if I remember him much more handsome than he is? Like the adrenaline made me think he was super hot?” you asked. 

“You can always invoke the code phrase and I’ll call you from ‘the hospital.’” Maria offered, putting ‘the hospital’ in air quotes. You smiled over at her and reached for her hand, giving it a squeeze. She smiled back at you. “Though I hope he’s not a dud. It’s about damn time you got back out there.” 

“You’re telling me,” you muttered, touching up your lipstick. You hadn’t had anything more than a hook-up since you were left at the altar two years ago, throwing yourself into work and fixing up the house you bought with your ex. 

With a final look in the mirror, you fluffed your hair and gave yourself a look of approval, then turned to Maria for final approval. 

“You look hot, babe. This guy isn’t gonna know what hit him.” 

You laughed, “Good, cuz he’s the one who hit me. Well, my car, but you know.” 

Three days ago in the grocery store parking lot, you’d been pulling into a spot when a scruffy-looking man hopped into the truck in the spot across from you, started it up, and pulled forward without looking. The front of your little sedan stood no chance against the grill of his behemoth contractor’s truck. 

He’d been incredibly embarrassed and apologetic, offering his insurance info and to pay for the damages himself. Amidst all this, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. Brown curls with a striking hint of gray at the temples, broad, square jaw, and his eyes. Oh, you couldn’t get enough of his eyes and their dark brownness that threatened to swallow you whole. He must’ve noticed you staring because shortly after the tow truck arrived, he asked you on a date. 

“I know this ain’t the best time and, y’know if you’ve got a boyfriend or somethin’ feel free to tell me to shut up, but uh, I was wonderin’ if you’d let me buy ya dinner Friday night? As an apology.” A light blush had risen in his cheeks and he shuffled his feet like he was nervous, so you agreed to it. The smile on his face could’ve lit up the whole city. “Great, I’ll drive.” 

You’d both laughed at his joke. 

The doorbell you installed yourself rang, pulling you back to the present. Maria went downstairs and opened the door. You turned back to the mirror for one last once-over before Maria called your name. You descended into the foyer of your house and couldn’t help the smile that rose on your face. 

Joel Miller framed in your front doorway, wearing a dark green button-down and dark wash jeans would forever be seared into your memory. He looked, in a word, delectable. When he saw you, he smiled. 

“Hey,” he said. “Ready to go?” 

“Yep,” you said, but Maria cleared her throat from where she held the door open. “Oh! Joel, this is my friend Maria. Maria, this is Joel.” 

They muttered hellos and you grabbed your purse, muttering to Maria that no hospital visit was necessary. She smirked her knowing smirk and nodded, bidding you good night. 

Joel brought you to a nice Italian place, behaving like the perfect Southern Gentleman the whole time. He’d opened doors for you, pulled out your chair, and kept his hands to himself other than a hand at the small of your back to guide you to the table. You’d thought manners like this had gone the way of 8-track players and rotary phones, but you were utterly charmed by him.

While you looked over the menu, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him in the candlelight. You didn’t know he’d been doing the same since he picked you up until he cleared his throat. 

“Uh, you look really beautiful tonight,” he said. You could tell he was nervous — dark brown eyes darting all over, fingers tapping on the table.

You smiled warmly at him to try and ease his nerves, “You look really nice, too, Joel. I’ve been looking forward to this since you hit my car.” 

Your assurance seemed to calm him and he chuckled, “Me too, actually. Best accident I’ve ever been in. Well, second best.” 

“What’s the first?” you asked, curious. 

A pink hue tinged his cheeks and he looked down at the table. “My daughter. She wasn’t planned, but she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

“You have a daughter?” 

“Yeah, is that,” he cleared his throat again, “is that an issue?”

“God, no!” you insisted, “So you’re divorced? I hope?” you joked. 

“Uhh, her mom split before we got married. Haven’t heard from her since.” He muttered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as the server came over and took your orders. 

When the server left, Joel wouldn’t meet your gaze. Before you got the chance to ask about his daughter he leaned forward a bit and made eye contact. “I’m sorry, I don’t do this often. I think the last date I went on was when Sarah was in preschool so it’s been a while.” 

Because you had a faulty filter, or because you wanted him to know you knew how awkward dating was you blurted, “I was left at the altar two years ago. So I haven’t dated much either.” 

“Really?” His eyebrows shot up to his hairline. 

“Yeah. We’d been together for six years, I followed him out here for his job, and then on the big day — poof! He disappeared. Two days later, he called from Florida and said he’d gotten a job offer he couldn’t refuse but he didn’t want to uproot the life I had built here,” you scoffed at the bitterness of your memory, washing it down with a sip of wine.

In the dimness of the restaurant his features softened, but you didn’t see pity in his eyes. Only understanding. 

And damn if it wasn’t exactly what you needed. 

Joel, you were coming to realize, was exactly what you needed. 

“Well he’s a goddamn moron,” Joel said. “Only spent a few hours with ya and I can tell.” 

Your heart fluttered when his big hand landed on top of yours on the table. The weight of his hand on top of yours felt incredibly intimate, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind. In fact, you really liked it.  

“How old is Sarah now?” you asked, not moving your hand.  

“Almost fourteen.” 

You couldn’t help your reaction — your eyebrows shot up and you tried the mental math. Joel wasn’t that much older than you, maybe mid-thirties, late thirties max, so if his daughter was a teenager he had her in his early twenties. 

“That must’ve been hard,” you said, turning your hand over under his so you were palm-to-palm and squeezing his hand gently, “Raising her on your own.” 

Joel nodded and squeezed back, “Yeah, but my brother helps out and working for myself helps too.” 

“What do you do?”

“I’m a contractor.” 

You lit up at that, mentioning all the little house projects you’d attempted and the two of you chatted about how much subway tiling a bathroom sucks until your entrees arrived. 

You kept talking as you ate, finding more and more topics as the night wore on. Joel agreed to split a tiramisu even though he “didn’t much like sweets,” which you giggled at. 

“Me neither, but tiramisu is the exception.” 

You let him have the first bite, and he nodded in pleasure. “Yeah, that’s pretty damn good.”

Once the tiramisu was gone and the server dropped the check, you did the check dance, but he insisted that tonight was about him making amends so he should pay. You conceded, but only after insisting that next time was on you. 

He’d raised an eyebrow at you, dark eyes getting somehow darker, “There’s gonna be a next time?” 

Returning his smile, you nodded, “If you’d like to. I know I would.” 

Joel finished signing the receipts and stood up, extending a large hand down for you to take. He lifted you up and your body filled with heat at his gaze. Even though you’d just eaten, he looked hungry. 

“Me too, sugar,” he said lowly, lacing his fingers between yours and leading you out to his truck. Again, he opened the door for you like a gentleman and you could feel his eyes on you as you climbed in. You watched him round the front of the truck and get into the driver’s seat, eyes fixed on his hands as he turned the key and made a show of double-checking before he backed out of the parking spot which made you laugh. 

You couldn’t help your eyes landing on him every few minutes as he drove you home, talking incessantly about his daughter. It was incredibly endearing how enamored he was with his kid, how much he admired her accomplishments and how he wished he could spend more time with her without work getting in the way. You could tell this was a man who loved deeply, was loyal to the core, and would carve his own heart out of his chest to make those he loved happy. 

You were half in love with him already, but you shoved that thought away because it was way too soon.

Joel turned down your street and pulled into your driveway, hopping out and opening your door yet again. He helped you down and you kept hold of his hand. 

“Walk you to your door?” he asked, voice husky and eyes dark. You nodded and he led you by the hand onto your porch. It was like something out of a movie. The warm night breeze wafted his spicy cologne toward you, making you lean in closer. His eyes bounced from your eyes to your lips, his own lips parted. From this close you admired each of the gray hairs blooming along his temple and in his short beard. 

“Can I kiss you, darlin’?” he asked, accent thicker than it had been. 

“Yes please,” you breathed, and he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was warm, soft yet firm, like the first bite into a perfectly ripe peach. He tasted like tiramisu and your hands wandered up to his chest. Underneath his shirt, you could feel his pulse quickening along with your own as his hands came to rest at your hips. 

You wanted more, wanted to deepen the kiss and pull his firm, broad body flush against your own — 

But then your front door opened, revealing Maria. 

“Oh! Sorry, thought I heard…”

You and Joel broke apart at your best friend’s interruption. Joel looked sheepish, burying his hands in his pockets. 

“Give us a sec,” you said to Maria, who shut the door. Years of friendship told you she was eavesdropping on the other side of the door, so you kept it brief. 

“I had a really, really great time tonight, Joel,” you said. 

He smiled down at you, brushing some hair behind your ear. “Me too. You busy tomorrow night?”

You shook your head, “Free as a bird.” 

“Good. Pick you up at seven?” 

“It’s a date.” 

[useless-catalanfacts]

No question. Just rant. I love your page. And sorry for chaotic story time vibes, but I don't think I'd realised how crazy this anti-catalan thing really is until I travelled to southern Spain. My Spanish is not great, but I took a course in Catalan in high school (long story on why this was available in my city but it also included a human tower party at the end and it was brilliant even tho I almost died) so when talking to people I casually threw in some Catalan words to help my Spanish. I am Norwegian, and I thought it was kind of like... as if someone was trying to speak Norwegian but casually threw in some Swedish to fill in the gaps. Like we would totally have joked about it, but overall we would just be grateful they really made an effort to be understood. But no. IT WAS NOT THE CASE. My host was literally offended. Like offended offended. I didn't really get it, because it's not like the Catalans have oppressed him and I'm coming here speaking the tongue of the oppressor (its kinda the opposite). But no. My host acted if I was the most ignorant person ever. He basically sat me down and explained that I have to show respect and speak castillian (or english, which was apparently fine, even if he understood about 1% of it), and then I asked if he would speak Catalan if he visited Barcelona and he said he would never visit Barcelona because he didn't like the people there. And then I said that if you hate them so much, why not throw them out of the country, get rid of them, and let them have their own state? It sounds like a win-win. And he looked as if he was gonna hit me.

Ah 😬

I wish things like this surprised me, but I have family from Andalucía and Extremadura and have friends who also have family from Andalucía, and so I've heard this and worse... It also reminded me of a few weeks ago when there was a scandal because a train in Málaga (in Andalucía, southern Spain) gave the announcements in Catalan instead of Spanish (turns out the train had been programmed in Catalonia during the COVID-19 restrictions and later moved to the Málaga train system, but for some mistake this day it was showing COVID-19 precaution in Catalan from 2020 now in 2024). It was such a scandal that it was on the news and politicians were making such a big deal of it, the PP (the most voted party in Málaga and of all Andalucía) also said it was "offensive" and that Malagans were being "laughed at" by the trains. Other errors in public transport that actually mean people can't travel in time don't get reported as much as when one train's screens tell you in Catalan to wear your facemask. 🤷

The last part of what you say, absolutely right. I never understood it either: if they really don't like us, then shouldn't they also be interested in not having anything to do with us? Why not just kick us out? I never really understood it until some years ago when I heard the words of a right-wing Spanish journalist (I think was Federico Jiménez Losantos?) who said something along the lines of "if Catalans want to leave, then leave. But Catalonia is ours." Meaning that Catalan people, individually, we can leave and migrate abroad. But the land is a possession of Spain, our homeland is their property. I think that sums up that view. It's not about being annoyed at having to share a state with a culture you despise, it's about wanting to keep domination.

I'm sorry you had this experience. Your effort to communicate should have been valued, and pulling the words you know from a language from the same linguistic family was a good idea that would have worked great, they wouldn't have found it offensive if the language you knew instead of Catalan was Italian, Portuguese, etc. Thank you very much for sharing your experience, and I hope you could enjoy the rest of your trip (Southern Spain, outside of situations like this, is a beautiful place), and I'm very glad to hear you enjoyed the castells party (and didn't die in it)!

[zaolat]

OC Deep Dive: Domenica Gallo

what common/uncommon fear do they have?

Domenica has Existential Thanatophobia - that is, an intense fear of ceasing to exist after death. She has already died, technically, so she isn't necessarily afraid to die, and she knows that souls exist, and she has passing knowledge of things such as Wraiths - but she knows there are ways that the soul can cease to exist or be obliterated entirely. Namely, diablerie. This translates into an intense fear and abhorrence of diablerie, and she cannot fathom why some subsects of her clan practice it from sire to childe (especially since she is close with her own sire).

do they have any pet peeves?

It is not relevant to most Kindred/Cainites but it is a pet peeve of hers that carries over from her time as a mortal. SEASON. YOUR. FOOD. She is southern Italian and Mediterranean judgement is eternal.

what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Domenica keeps her true valuables down to a few things she can easily grab in case she and her sire have to move on short notice due to danger. But there are a few things that are always consistent. Namely her grandmother's rosary, a book written completely in Enochian that was given to her by her sire, and usually at least one cat curled up sleeping on the bed.

what do they notice first in a person?

Body language is key to her - how someone is standing, whether they're relaxed or nervous, their expression, whether they're observing their surroundings, whether they're observing her. Not only is this key to Domenica's own survival as an Autarkis Salubri, but it also tells her how she should interact with people if she's speaking with them one-on-one.

on a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Honestly, she wasn't that experienced with pain during her mortal life, and she's Healer caste, not a Warrior or Watcher. Early on it's rather low, at a 3/10, but will increase as she gets older and encounters more hardships. Theoretically she can heal her own wounds and never has to deal with pain for that long, but she is overly concerned with others over herself.

do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Domenica is in danger the most from other Kindred, so her instinct is to fawn and convince them she's not a threat or that she's useful. If that doesn't work it's a toss up as to what she'll do: fight or flight.

what animal represents them best?

A deer. Prey to most, and good hunting for those looking for a target. But she's not a doe, she's a stag. And G-d forbid you mess with her herd, because those horns are sharp.

how would a stranger likely describe them?

A demure young woman with kind eyes, a shy smile, skin freckled light the night sky, and black curls falling out of her bandana who looks like she wants to just disappear into the crowd.

do they have any hobbies?

She's a stargazer, you better believe she's pulling her sire outside for every meteor shower or lunar eclipse or other astronomical event and she knows all the intricate details about why exactly said event is happening, with hand drawn charts and equations that he definitely doesn't understand because he's several thousand years old and hasn't taken Calculus 4 and graduate level physics in university. Besides that she is also a casual video game enjoyer and sews!

I was tagged by @kavalyera! THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS WAS SOOO MUCH FUN TO DO!!! I got to ramble about my girl!!! I have such brainworms about her and she is sooo self indulgent <3

Most of my vtm mutuals have already been tagged and I'm always too shy to tag people anyway sooo 🫵 YOU'RE TAGGED! If you've done this already and want to do it again here's your excuse! And if you're a non-vtm mutual or follower who wants to yell about your oc GO AHEAD! Consider yourself tagged!

[immoralimmortals]

we hop-skip-jump back with more akatsuki questions! we hope your days have been grand and your songs sweet, tak(?)

if the akatsuki were exposed to the cuisines of our modern, international world, what would each of them gravitate to? would hidan be lured by the cooking of the southern american states, creole, the sausages and cuts and grinds of europe, the whole beasts of the pacific? would itachi look at italian cuisine and feel a deep pang of nostalgia of how sasuke would like this fare? what would these tongues make of our world's bounty?

Hello again! Yes, I'm Tak uvu Some more cusine headcanons for you, dear!:

Honestly I think you nailed Hidan right off the bat. I think he's a connoisseur of meat in specific, if given the time and lack of killing people (so only a world with no Jashin. Probably). I can imagine him, Deidara, and sometimes Kisame having a hot sauce drinking contest. Kakuzu would show up and blow them out of the water once and never participate again. I think Hidan would like beef jerky and pork rinds.

My dad is obsessed with the Red Lobster food chain and now I'm thinking about how Kisame would genuinely enjoy himself while everyone else is only there for cheddar bay biscuits.

My dad just bought at least 100$ worth of Red Lobster gift cards once finding out they're going out of business HE KEEPS ASKING ME OUT TO RED LOBSTER SOMEONE FUCKING HELP M

I've already said in a prior post that Deidara would be OBSESSED with pop rocks. Wouldn't be surprised if he seeks out other kinds of food that give specific sensations, hence the hot sauce bit just now. He'd love carbonated drinks, too. He can bullshit his way into convincing you that yes, Monster Energy Drink *does* require a sophisticated flavor palate! He'd try anything if it had a novelty factor, at least one he can take seriously.

Perhaps obviously I can see Itachi especially enjoying the vast variety of teas that one can acquire in the modern world. My personal favorites tend to be rooibos blends, so I'd like to give him a cup. God, he'd be a great cafe owner. Literal coffee shop AU type of man. I want him to tell me about the floral notes in this morning blend of green tea from the Himalayas. I wanna own a combination tea shop and bakery with him, that'd be the dream.

Kakuzu strikes me as a hardy, heavy food kind of guy. Stews and meats and breads. He'd probably like corned beef and cabbage and potatoes. ...Sorry my Irish in me is coming out. Gravitates to comfort food that keeps you full and warm.

Nagato and Konan are...interesting ones to consider, because whenever I think about them and food I just can't stop thinking about how formative starvation must have been for them. I think they can get overwhelmed by seasonings really fast, anything especially salty or sugary or what have you is in small portions. I don't think they'd deal well with the fact that the most available foods in some societies are saturated with flavor that's overcompensating for shitty processed food. I think if you gave Nagato a bottle of Sunny D it might actually kill him.

Sasori can't taste shit, I think, but if he did he's one of those assholes with PIN POINT PRECISION. Wine connoisseur. Chocolate connoisseur. Will intellectually wreck your shit if you tell him you're making spaghetti and serve him angel hair.

I think Obito would get really disappointed if you told him you were going to get mochi and you came back with the kind you get from the grocery store.

Zetsu still eats people, I can only presume. He might be interested in foods related to "stranger" body parts, brain cheese and haggis, that sort of thing.

Side note: several years ago when I first entered my never-ending Akatsuki phase, I read a really, really cute self insert or reader insert fic where the Akatsuki came to the "real world" and they watched Spongebob and Kisame made what the story described as an adorable face as he was shown how a soda can works. I've been looking for it and my heart yearns to reread. If you happen to find it, please let me know!

[lorethebookworm]

Since my PJO brainrot is back in full swing I went back to check out my notes on the sun and the star and let me tell you as an Italian that book was a whole experience ( I mean it mostly in a positive way I swear )

Allow me to elaborate

Nico, my man , my bestie, my dude is actually called NICCOLO. I know this doesn't seem like much but it's such a normal regular name I was stunned speechless. Do I know someone named Percy? Or Annabeth? Or Even Bianca?No. Do I know someone named Niccolo?? YES. Don't ask me to elaborate further , this was just extremely weird

Then there was this part were Nico tells us his mother had him learn Dante.

And honestly this feels like Rick looked up "Italian+author+hell" and went along with the first thing that came up. Rationally I know that he probably put a little more thought behind this but to me this felt so random. I don't know how things were in the 1930s but I'm pretty sure people didn't just read those books to literal children. Yes ,the Divine Comedy was very important in the development of the Italian language but my brother is eight years old and guess what? I'd never read him those books. We don't even know about them until middle school. Unless Maria di Angelo was a very passionate literature teacher I really don't see why she would read those books to Nico. I'm laughing so hard at the mental image of Rick going " Yes, Italians probably love this man so much that they have parts of his works memorized from an early age" like babe no we immediately forget about him one day after finishing high school.

3. Not happy, Rick then proceeded to say this about Dante's inferno , which honestly made me laugh so hard

If you want to warm up your kid to the idea of Underworld you should just not use these books and not just because of Dante's non-existent survival skills. They are extremely gory, the souls there are obviously full of despair and they get tortured in the most awful and depressing ways it's very much not appropriate for a child. I'm imagining Maria tucking her sweet little son in and then opening the Inferno and going " these people were awful in life so now they rot in a swamp and eat each other for all eternity :)) Get your sleep so tomorrow we can read about those who were doomed to lay in flaming tombs and the ones that are eternally teared apart by ravenous dogs :)))"

4. Back to a sillier note we have this infamous word that killed me

Listen, I have no idea who Rick's source is but they have it very much wrong. On the other hand Maria's Italian is from the 1930s so it's most definitely me who's in the wrong , but still. Nowadays the spelling is "figliolo" and it's still kind of and awkward word that is being used less and less. This particular spelling makes it sound even more ancient and dramatic so I was immediately taken aback.

Now that I've thought about it a little more I'm pretty sure this spelling still exists but it's from a dialect, not proper Italian, so you use it only if you want to sound very dramatic. Tbh I've only ever heard southern Italian grannies say that so it checks out

[cicerenella]

Hey cice I was wondering... Which languages do you thing the itabros speak? Like, I mean, comfortably outside of English and Italian (and the dialects because of course they speak all the dialects)?

I have this hc that they both speak French, but Feli is much more comfortable speaking it than Roma, but he is much more fluent in Spanish than Feli is. And other stuff I could delve into if I wanted but I don't want to right now.

very interesting question! i wondered what languages these two would speak (besides the dialects ofc) and i seem to have reached a few conclusions :)

besides italian, both of the brothers can speak English fluently (duh) but I have a small headcanon that Romano has a stronger accent than Felice. That is because down here almost nobody can understand nor speak English unlike the North, so I wanted to add this small touch. Remember, Romano is more closed off than his brother when it comes to international relationships!

then, of course, the two of them can speak French almost perfectly. it was basically the universal language that was spoken a few centuries ago (not counting all the ties these two have with Francis) so it is almost obvious that the ita bros speak it well.

Feli...understands Spanish, but he's a bit insecure in speaking it. on the other hand, Romano is a pro at it. I'm neapolitan, and when I tell you even our dialect has THOUSANDS of words taken from Spanish you understand how much significant the Spanish occupation was for southern Italy. Romano speaks it like italian.

Feli understands and speaks German very well. Many of his regions were under Austria for centuries, and even today you have people speaking German in Alto-Adige. Romano doesn't understand a word of it and DOES NOT want to learn it for the death of him lmao.

It might be a long shot w this, but the both of them also speak Sardinian. Listen, Sardinia is...Sardinia. it is not south nor north, and I think these two share its territory?? very confusing, but they both inherit its culture and traditions, along with sardinian. it also makes me chuckle the thought of these two not wanting to be understood by anyone during a world meeting and so they start to speak this obscure language that no one knows about ahah.

aaaand to end this yes, they can understand and speak all of their respective dialects. However Feli has a predilection for Venetian, while Romano for Neapolitan.

and yeah, they can understand latin. byee!

[kaledya]

Don't worry for the word "sir" 🌸🌸 its just in my langage its just Madam or Sir I suppose (there is an attempt for like they/them things but its very hard cause all my langage has two gender to it female or male and all the sentence is conjugated for be one or the other!)

[This is why in posts and notes I always talk about Lolicia as 'she' because its more easy, it comes more naturally]

Ahah you're so sweet Butler Kaledya, I thank you kindly for your delightful service *bow head with a quick smile* 🌸 Too Sweet, cover by Reinaeiry is so great ! I always think of Alastor when I hear this song of Hozier ! _

'Judy and Nick in Hell', the perfect say to Hürrem and Giovanni. By the way (my fun moment ship name ?!) :

  - Hünni (so cute sound like honey)   - Giovem ?   - Foxbird 🤣 _

Oh the episodes are that long ? That is probably why I stop looking at it, cause I like good historical drama normally. _

Addolorata 'means "grieving" in Italian, from the title of the Virgin Mary, Maria Addolorata. It is most common in southern Italy. It is the equivalent of Spanish Dolores.' (behindthename site source)

That is why Val calls Addolorata 'dolores' ! Its the Spanish version of her name. _

Serenity has a all clan of Hellhounds to named, i think she has the right to not be always creative ! And yes Lucky is a bit too simple ? Or its like Lucky Luck. _

Oh, I'm so happy, I thought I missed something in the information about Paimon but its okay.

And yes you are in the logic, Luci could keep his natural "human" beauty less animalistic (in the au) and not be corrupted like the other angels because he is a Archangel.

Yes I saw a drawing you did (in a ref sheet for Charlie I believe) and a post explaining the blood type. Its interesting, tell me more !

For me it was - Gold blood for angels - Orange blood for nephilims (mixed angel/human, I think it is called)

In my head all the Hellborns (Aristocrats, Succubus, Imps, Hellhounds) have black/indigo blood ? Like ink. Yes.

And Sinners have like black blood mixed with red blood.

Red would be the color of corruption/evil whatever (because in SSAU Roo has red hair and her principal color is red, right?) And I was thinking, the more a Sinner take souls in contract and act more 'demon-like', the more red their blood. Perhaps even eyes can be found in the blood (in demon form)

Because for a demons to take souls his natural but for a formal human demon its corrupted even more and they become more 'monster' than themselves ?

For exemple : When Alastor and Lolicia make the alliance, we can see Alastor's blood being black and red.

And I think If I write Alastor's demon form  and he gets hurt and bleed, we could see eyes pattern in the blood spilled ?

I think all Overlords could have that type of blood and the eyes make them 'heavier' and this is how they can measure their power before entering The Tournament (Overlords headquarters in my ff) but it can be only in AA ! Its whatever you want.

Tell me what you think ! _

And for Constantine arranging a marriage for Hürrem is what she wants (at the beginning) be part of the Goetia fully and be dedicated to the aristocracy, but perhaps the more time she passes time trying to find Lilith with Giovanni, the more she will be open to want something else ? (Especially her who is a HUGE romantic) But it's not sure at all, cause being part of the Goetia is her goal since forever, it will be difficult to change her dream and the sacrifices she is willing to make to make it happen.

So interesting ! Can you, if you want, tell me more about Elrond ? I know he is 18 and he is the twin brother of Octavia, right ? So the son of Stolas and Stella ?

I think he is adorable!

What does he think of his dad loving a Imp ? Does he lives in his dad or mother palace after the divorce ?

Will it find it rude of Constantine to propose him a future bride that is not fully Goetia (a quarter demon bunny) ?

What is his powers related to ? For exemple Stolas its the prophecies and stars.

His he gay ? Curious. That *slay* on the doodle just give me a hint ahah.

The Goetia are very tall in general. How tall is he ? Is he considered more classical pretty and Octavia more 'rebellious' on her style ?

I will stop. Stop me with the questions !

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I didn't know for the 30 tags and the ':D' ! That is funny !

And yes I can imagine! *Giovanni and Hürrem in the car. Hürrem is driving and let her phone open on the side. Giovanni takes it discreetly and she doesn't see it.*

G *reading a random radioapple smut ff*: "The king let his hands carress the antlers of the Overlord and whispered in his ear thousand and thousand of years of depravity.."

*Hürrem almost make an accident, flushed, turn the head still driving and try to take her phone back.*

H : Giovanni ! Stop ! Give me my phone back ! G *laughing and moving the phone away continues to read* : "they're in heat season..." Oh waw, who would known that you were into such things? Oh cute. H : I swear, if you don't stop I will crash the car right now. G : You will not ! Its a rental ! H :Giovanni my phone!

*chaos* ahah. _

Yes, Serenity being a doctor is an accomplishment in her time!

(And I don't know for 'People of Color', in my country we don't define people by the color of their skin, but first with their nationaly (are you part of our country) and then the origins of each side of your families on different degrees (parents and grandparents) and when we mention color its more in a joking way. So I don't know enough on the topic of this in America either ! I'm sorry.)

((Even two days ago I was watching an American show 'White Lotus s2' and they talk about 'affiliated white friends' ? And with the person I was watching we where just like "???" What does that mean ?))

Racism and sexism is the worst. Its a level of stupidity I'm not willing to talk about im sorry ahah I will get mad too.

The only exemple I know like Serenity backstory his in the serie Outlander (third season i think) 1950s the hero, Claire, move in in America, and she is a nurse during WWII and she wants to become a doctor. She faces a lot of sexism. And in her faculty she becomes friend with a man who is a Black American of origin and he faces racism. So they both try to make their ways in this hard climate. (At the end they both become surgeons so slay!!)

People's opinion are worth to listen before making a verdict, of course !

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Me too i cant wait ! I'm glad you like it Thank you for your time and have a nice day !🌸🌸🌸

THANKS! I'm seriously relieved and thank you for your clarification!! And yes, I can understand why you use 'she' for Lolicia.And translation programs usually automatically specify it as 'she'For example, translation programs always indicate Charlie as 'He'.(I hate this thing, it requires constant editing)

I'm glad you were satisfied with my service, madam.

And yes, the lyrics and the way he sings the song really gives off the Alastor vibe.

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MY VOTE IS DEFINITELY FOR HUNNI, IT'S TOO CUTE!!!

YOU'RE so Creative!!!

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And the meaning of Addolorata's name is really beautiful!!

And I don't know why, but I think it fits Lolicia in its meaning!

And it was a really clever detail that Val called they by the Spanish equivalent of their name!!

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Yes! There is a limit to human creativity!

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Yes, in a way, the purer something is, the harder it is to corrupt it.

Charlie and Constantine's birth conditions cannot be called normal. After Lilith's fall, although she tried many times with Lucifer, she always had a miscarriage.

This is because Angel blood (gold) It is like an acid that melts/burns demons/Or corrupt ones.

And because Lilith is a corrupt ancient human In a way, a child from her and Lucifer died while still in the womb.

There is no need to give too much detail. Lucifer and Lilith prepared a spell over the years to ensure that the baby did not die, and this time was really tiring for both of them, but the result was successful!!

The bloods had finally found balance, but they were founded on a kind of constant balance of destruction followed by renewal.

That's why Charlie and Constantine have copper/resin colored blood, and this blood is something that harms sinners/hellborns, just like angel blood.

(This is not the case with sins because they do not have the old purity in their blood only Lucifer had)

So, without going into too much detail, this is the story, but you can change this as you wish!!

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I totally agree with your thoughts about Bloods.And it's a very clever idea to increase the redness of the sinners' blood as they become corrupted.In a way, red is the color that represents Roo and evil is something created by humans and the blood of humans is red.

THIS IS A SERIOUSLY GREAT IDEA!!! It is both aesthetically pleasing and very logical, both visually and in terms of storytelling!

After all, evil is Roo, and the more you contain it, the more it will come out.

I totally agree with your idea about the balance of Bloods and Sinners with red and black, I think it's a really great idea.

And It's really good how overlords entered the Tournament like this.After all, they are the most monstrous of sinners.

And for some reason, while doing this, EPIC's Monster song is playing in my mind.

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I understand perfectly well. She thinks the only way she can be accepted is if she becomes a complete Goetia.And yes, maybe this may change with her experiences, maybe she will never deviate from her decision.Only the future will tell.

I'm seriously curious about Hürrem's decision regarding her future!!

And I have a question. As far as I know, a king can remove the 'Bastard' mark from someone and declare them fully noble.Why does Hürrem prefer marriage and engagement instead?(I seriously have no knowledge about this, can you explain)

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Yes! Elrond is Octavia's twin brother and he is 18 years old and I'm so glad you like him!?

-He holds a grudge against his father for this. Apart from cheating on his mother, he sees it as an insult to his mother that he cheated on her with an imp the lowest races. And because of what his father did, he hates the fact that mother and father are constantly fighting at home

And and he Stolas feels that he didn't care enough about Octavia during these events.

-First of all, It is truly a great honor to have a engagement proposal brought to him by the Prince; even among nobles, Constantine is a rare person to interact with.That's why I think Elrond would be honored if something like this happened.

Ultimately, he will marry under any circumstances, but it is a really big deal for the person she will marry to be recommended by the Prince.

I think he will wonder why at first, but I don't think he will care much, after all, Hürrem is still a Goetia.

And I think he will try to get to know Hürrem and if he loves her, I don't think he will mind her being a hybrid.

-His powers are like the powers of Stolas, as well as the glacier powers that come from her mother's side

-Lmao that doodle really gives that Hint.😂 But no He is a Material girl and a Diva but he's not gay he's Pan.

-Yes, he is the exact opposite of Octavia, he is generally a luxurious and classically dressed person who likes to spend time with nobles.

In terms of height, he is close to stella, but he continues to grow even though he is not a full adult.

And thank you for your questions, I hope I answered them!!🌸🌸

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THEY'RE IN WHAT????? LMAO

And I really laughed a lot while reading the dialogues you wrote. It's great to have a scene like this And Hürrem's panic was also very entertaining lmao

""GIVE ME MY PHONE, GIOVANNI"

*He continues reading "HAH, they say that those who look the most innocent actually have the deepest thoughts, fluffy feathers, I didn't believe it until now, but you are like living proof."

*with an embarrassed face* "SHUT UP AND GIVE ME MY PHONE!! (⁠ʘ⁠言⁠ʘ⁠╬⁠))

(Note to self, don't look at Hürrem's internet history)

And imagine this information goes to the Report

Serenity: Giovanni, thank you dear for giving the report of the last 28 days, you have made good progress even if you still do not have access to full information.

How is your relationship with your partner, whom Majesty has put forward?

Giovanni: She is a very nice, a little excited girl. But she does not act like a Goetia, she is a sincere person.I haven't learned much about her hobbies, but she seems to like reading fanfic.

Serenity: What is a fanfic, is it something like a book?

Giovanni: I feel like it's better if you don't know, but if you want, you can tell the Prince to look at RadioApple, you'll be amused by his reaction.Anyway, Hürrem is waiting for me outside, I shouldn't keep her waiting any longer, after all, there is a huge hell we need to investigate.

*runs out the door quickly*

Serenity: ?????

(By the way, the funny thing is that if they investigate RadioApple, both Constsntine and Serenity will suffer the same level of emotional damage lmao)

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"People of Color''Thank you for your explanation about And The reason ı put that sentence to article is was for native English speakers, so that I can be warned if I said it wrong.But thank you again for your explanation, I learned about your point of view!!

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And the dialogue in White Lotus S2 is really weird, what does that even mean???

I seriously agree, sometimes I watch movies that deal with these topics and I'm like this."How can people be so stupid argggg"

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And yes, I have heard of Outlander!I watched it for a while Seriously, that characters. I'm so glad they achieved the thing they wanted despite all the difficulties!!I mean, even people who just want to help people are treated so unfairly. At least those two went through all that and achieved their dreams.

Thank you again for the time you took to answer.And I wish you a good day too🫂❤️❤️❤️

[bluejaysandblackbats]

To Touch Fate

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason attempts to settle down in Southern Italy and live a civilian life.

Chapters: 7/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Father, Terry McGinnis is Batman, Retirement, Future Fic, Major Original Character(s)

Chapter Seven: GMT +8

Jason scooped Angelo up and bounced the boy on his knee. Angelo pushed his face into Jason's shirt. "Ometto, do you want a bite of my sandwich? Do you wanna see me try it first?" Jason offered as he twisted his finger into his cheek.

Angelo nodded and looked at Jason as he took a bite. "What does it taste like, Papá?" Angelo questioned.

"It tastes like fish. You like the taste of fish. Try a bite of Papá's, and if you don't like the crocodile, you can spit it out," Jason replied. He held the sandwich to Angelo's mouth, and the boy took a small bite with his front teeth. He made a face, and Jason held out his palm. "Want to spit in Papá's hand?"

Angelo shook his head and finished chewing. Noemi laughed and snapped a picture. "Papá, could I have some more?" Angelo asked. Jason chuckled.

"That's my big boy," Jason smiled, offering Angelo another bite.

Noemi nibbled on her fries while she watched the ocean. "Is it good, Occhioni?" Noemi asked. Angelo nodded.

"It chews like chicken," Angelo replied.

"The texture's a lot like chicken, yeah," Jason replied, "And I know you don't like chicken, but I'm so proud of you for giving the crocodile a chance."

Jason and Angelo took a bite simultaneously, and Noemi snapped a picture and laughed. "This one goes on the refrigerator," Noemi chuckled. Angelo giggled and kissed Jason.

"Can I have an ice cream milk after I eat?" Angelo asked. Jason looked at Noemi, and she nodded.

"Does Mamma want a milkshake too?" Jason asked. Noemi grinned.

"Butterfinger for me," Noemi replied. Jason took a big bite of his sandwich and gave the rest to Angelo.

"Mmm, Angelo, watch Mammina for me," Jason joked as he set Angelo in his chair. He went inside to order their milkshakes, and when he returned, Angelo was talking to a girl a little older than him.

"I'm from Italy," Angelo replied, "That's my Papa."

"If you're Italian, why do you speak English?" she asked.

"Don't be rude, Bug," her father chastised her.

"It's alright. He speaks two languages," Jason replied as he set down everyone's milkshakes, and Angelo pushed Noemi's to her side of the table. The little girl waved and left with her parents.

"Mammina, here... Which one is Papá's?" Angelo asked. Noemi shrugged.

"Whichever one you don't want," Jason answered. Angelo picked the one with the donut on top. Jason snapped pictures of Angelo and Noemi. "What do you wanna do next, Angioletto?" Jason took out the picture book he had made for Angelo.

"Can we see the birdies, Papá?" Angelo asked. Noemi dipped her fries in her milkshake and crinkled her eyes.

"I didn't tell him to say that," Noemi replied, "But I'd like to see the birds too."

Jason giggled. "The birdies it is," Jason replied.

Angelo balled up his fists and shook them. "Yay," Angelo whispered before returning to his milkshake.

After everyone ate, Jason took them to the nature reserve and bought two tickets. "There are 25 birds-."

"Papá! Look! White birdies!" Angelo exclaimed. Jason grinned and picked Angelo. Angelo grabbed a pamphlet and got a closer look.

"Owls, Angel. They're pretty, huh? Owls are Mammina's favorite," Jason replied. Noemi snapped pictures of Jason holding Angelo near the owls. Jason set him down and pointed at Noemi. "Go stand with Mammina. I wanna take a picture of you two." Angelo obeyed, and he pulled Noemi down to give her a kiss.

She picked him up and showered him in kisses. It took them three hours to see all the birds, and Angelo could barely keep his eyes open. Noemi tutted as she rubbed his back. "Time to go to the hotel," Noemi yawned.

Jason nodded and got a ride back to the hotel. He bathed Angelo and dressed him for bed. "Papá, I'm going to stay awake until you take your bath," Angelo reassured him. Jason smiled.

"Thank you, but I could read to you right now if you'd like," Jason offered.

"No, thank you... I want calm Papá," Angelo whispered, "You're better after bathtime."

Jason waited for Noemi to bathe, and he took his shower. Then, he returned to Angelo, who managed to stave off sleep long enough to keep his promise. Noemi and Jason lay on either side of Angelo. "Tell us a story," Noemi teased. Jason playfully squeezed her nose between his pointer and middle finger knuckles.

"Do we want a true story or a fairy story?" Jason asked.

Noemi glanced at Jason and then at Angelo. "A fairy story, Papá," Angelo whispered.

Jason took a dramatic breath and crawled to the foot of the bed. "Oink oink. Oink oink," Jason snorted as he made a face like a pig, and Angelo giggled.

"The Pig King," Angelo whispered to Noemi.

"That's right," Jason whispered, "Once upon a time, in a kingdom much like our home in Lecce, there lived a king and a queen. They loved each other so much—. Kind of like Mammina and Papá." Noemi hummed sweetly, her lips closed into a tiny satisfied grin.

"What were their names?" Angelo asked.

"King Michele and Queen Sofia," Jason replied. He paused, allowing Angelo to accept the answer. "King Michele and Queen Sofia loved each other so much... And what they wanted more than anything was a child. For seven years, they tried, but still no baby. It made them very sad.

"Queen Sofia often slipped away to weep privately about her woes in the garden. And that's what she did one night. Queen Sofia cried and fell asleep. In these times, falling asleep in gardens welcomed fairy dreams, and Sofia was a queen, so it was only natural that she received a visit from three fairies. Their names are unknown to me because it was a secret, and fairies don't like to brag.

The first fairy was a mother, so she offered the gift of a son that no one could harm. The second fairy was a princess and a sensitive soul. She gifted Sofia a son that no one could offend, and he would have every virtue—."

"Papá, what's a virtue?" Angelo asked.

"It's a good trait... Mammina's virtues are kindness, patience, humility, diligence, and charity. Your virtues are your kindness, charity, humility, and your temperance. You remember your virtues... From the church," Jason whispered. Angelo nodded.

Jason was in no rush to send Angelo to bed. He loved it when Angelo asked questions. "So, he'll be a good boy?" Angelo asked.

"Exactly," Jason whispered. He leaned forward and kissed Angelo's forehead before continuing his story. "The third fairy was old, and some would say mean, but she was also wise. She whispered something that Queen Sofia didn't understand or believe. Her gift to Sofia was a son born as a pig, and he would only take on his human form after his third marriage. So, months later, she gives birth to a little piglet. King Michele wanted to cast him out, fearing embarrassment, but he quickly came to love his son. They raised him like they would any human child, and he grew up well-mannered and even-tempered."

"Did he talk like a pig?" Noemi asked for the sake of asking.

Jason snorted and kissed her cheek. "No, mia amata. He was human-like. He walked and talked like a person. He grew up to be a good man. So, his family arranged a marriage to one of the eldest daughters of a prominent family. She couldn't see past his piggish appearance and plotted to kill the prince on her wedding night. However, the prince pig couldn't be harmed, so in her attempt to kill the poor prince... It backfired. Taking her life. The second sister married him with the same results.

Finally, though, he meets their youngest sister. She is the sweetest and most understanding of the three daughters. Before the wedding, the prince met with her privately to reveal a secret. He removed his pig skin to reveal himself as a handsome prince. He put his pig skin on once more, and they married. Soon after that, the prince and princess had a beautiful human child, and he revealed his secret to the entire kingdom. He eventually became king and ruled the country with patience and kindness unmatched by anyone before or after him."

Angelo sucked his thumb. "Papá, are you having fun?" Angelo asked.

Jason climbed under the covers and closed his eyes. "I'm always happy when we're together," Jason whispered, "I love you, Angelo. I love you, Emi."

"I love you, Giasone," Noemi whispered.

"I love you, Papá," Angelo smiled. And they slept. It was probably the best night of sleep Jason had ever had. He woke up smiling.

[nyoheadcannonsaph]

Axis Powers [expanded] Human Names ( + my reasons for them)

Here we go with the Axis countries' human names! I did some reseach, but again, as before, I believe we can agree to disagree, if you don't like my takes. Also, I'm using the last names from their male counterparts for the sake of integrity (like, if we had two Italies and the male had not-so-Italian last name that Hima invented for him, and then a female version with a more appropriate name, it would get a bit confusing, right?). I don't see them as family, but hey, they are one and the same country, we can't go too crazy with that.

Still, feel free to use any names you prefer. In this particular post there will be a lot of defense of Hima's choices, so brace yourselves. I really think he worked over the Axis characters long and thoroughly enough to make up his mind and some of his impressions were more correct than you could see it at face value.

So let's look at the names, shall we?

May the united powers of pasta, sake and wurst be with you!

Germany (West) - Nyoitsu/Doiko

Monika Beilschmidt

I don't think it's a perfect name, but it's not bad either. I originally thought of leaving Nyo!Germany as Louise/Luise, but since I don't like copying male names for female characters, even in genderbend, I opted for Monika and found some good grounds for it. It is after all a name of the mother of St Augustine, a woman mostly known for patience and determination in her prayers, which are somewhat related to Nyo!Germany's character. Furthermore, the actual meaning of the name is lost to history, but it was associated with Latin word "moneo", which translates to "advisor; I advise" and Greek "monos", meaning "one". "One advise", is kind of reflective of a line in "I am German-made" about reading each word of the manual (yes, songs are part of canon too, and I will take it as such). So ethymology-wise, it makes sense for Nyo!Germany. Weird fun fact: in 1937 there was a premiere in Stuttgart of an operetta under the title "Monika", composed by an Austrian composer. Not sure if that is related to Hima's choice, but I thought it's worth mentioning.

I also believe that in her youth (*cough* as HRE *cough*) she used other names, probably "Luise", or "Greta/Gretchen" in order not to clash with Nyo!Prussia at the time. She certainly used different aliases, as she's usually seen with her earpiece on, suggesting she works in intelligence during wartime. I can imagine her as a spy, but more of a communicator than actual secret agent. They still use aliases, don't they?

Italy (North) - Veneziano - Itako

Alice Vargas

I can hear some Italian purists coming over to say this is by no means Italian name, only italianised one. Well, yes, but let me tell you what: North Italy shares more culturally with Switzerland and Austria than it does with Southern Italy. If you happened to watch Hetafacts, you probably know some theory behind it, but if you don't, then let me put it like this: Northern Italian kingdoms were much mostly founded by barbarians "from the North"... Yeah, kind of like Papa Germania got busy with supposedly Grandpa Rome's daughter and "dot dot dot" (forgive that "Mamma mia" reference, I just had to). I mean, North Italy is still very Italian, she interited Grandpa's (or Grandma's?) Rome talent for arts and most of his (hers?) architectural wonders. But it would make sense to have a more Germanic name by origins.

Ethymology: it comes from Proto-Germanic roots, "aþala-", meaning "noble" and "haidu-", meaning "appearance; kind", and it was originally "Adeleide" - a name that young Nyo!Italy could be using, especially when living with Nyo!Austria and Nyo!HRE (I mean, you know who that actually was, but shh). Likely, during the renaissance and later times, she used different names, as I imagine she was very involved with the trade of antique sculptures and so she needed to use various aliases; she also was known to meddle in political affairs, much more than her male counterpart (especially between Turkey and Venice matters), so she used names like "Caterina", "Felicità" or "Margherita", among others. Still, around the end of 19th century, she came back to her original name, using the italianised, shorter version of it, as "Alice" ("Ah-lee-che", for all English natives, who read it as "Ah-lys"; I see you in your sleep and I'm not even Italian myself).

Italy (South) - Romana/Lovina

Chiara Vargas

First of all, that's the name Hima gave and for one of the few times I can wholeheartedly agree with his choices here. Secondly, it's the Italian form of the name "Clara", which derives from "clarus" in Latin, which in turn means "clear, bright", but also "famous, well-known". Well, that's ironic, if that's the name of Southern Italy and not the Northern one, isn't it? After all, South Italy often complains about being in the shade of her Northern sister - I think she would choose a wishful name, honestly, hoping to highlight her individuality even more. Finally, she's described by Hima as having a "strong image", which can be interpreted as "appearing to have a strong personality" - a very clear one, if I may say so.

I just love everything about this name, it suits her character and makes sense. If she ever used any other name than this one, I believe it could be "Marìa", "Giuvanna" or "Càrmina", all of which are Sicilian-Neapolitan forms of other popular Italian names (the last one is from Spanish one, "Carmen", obviously). By the way, "Ciara" is also correct spelling in the South, as far as I know, but correct me if I'm wrong.

Japan - Nichiko/Nihoko

Honda Sakura --- 本田 桜

Here I must say I can imagine "Sakura" being Nyo!Japan's human name since forever. The fact that the country takes pride in everything related to cherry blossom and the Hanami season pretty much kicks off the school year over there speaks for itself. Interestingly, Himaruya was thinking of names like "Mameko" (豆子) , meaning something like "bean" and "child" combined together, and "Ponko" (I'm not sure, how to write it in kanji, I only know a bit katakana and hiragana, so there goes what I came up with: ぽん子), which common feature is that they are both ending with "-ko" syllable, which in Japanese is associated with more feminine names (and I put the Japanese names for Nyo!Country names here, you can see the pattern there too.) So I suppose the only thing he thought about Nyo!Japan is that she's like regular Japan, but a girl. I can't come up with anything more Japanese and more iconic feminine name in this language than Sakura, so I stick with that.

If I were to comd with other names, I would go for something like "Akira" (明), which means "bright", or "Haruka" (遥), meaning "remote, distant", anything that describes more of Nyo!Japan's character.

Prussia - Germany (East) - Puroiko (?)

Maria/Luisa/Julia Beilschmidt

Okay, I know some people like to use "Maria" for 2p!Nyo!Prussia, and some of you will be confused why I didn't put "Julchen" instead of "Julia". Well, there's a good reason for both. "Maria" would likely be the name Nyo!Prussia would use as part of the Teutonic Order, and while 2p!Nyo!Prussia seems to embody that peried of Prussian history, I think it is more likely that during that time, Nyo!Prussia was acting more "feminine", you know, emobodying the more diplomatic side of the order compared to her male counterpart. Also, one of the names the Teutonic Knights used was "Marienritter", meaning literally "(St) Mary's Knights".

Upon the conversion of the order's Grand Master, Albert of Brandenburg, to Luteranism in 1525, Maria changed name to "Luisa", which was a common name in Northern and Central Germany at the time. There's a famous character she shared that name, Queen Luise of Prussia, of whom Napoleon spoke in high regards ever since meeting her in person (just so you know, she was pretty smart and badass). Finally, as she was separated from her sister, Nyo!Germany, she started to use "Julia", with the diminutive of "Julchen" ("-chen" is a form of endearment, like "small Julia" in this context) to differentiate it from more typically Slavic-sounding "Julia". It's still very popular name in Germany now, so I imagine it being the final version as for now (not like Prussia exists XD Sorry, I had to, I got Polish-Prussian heritage, so I can make that joke).

[driverlando]

Heyy, is like to request a 💍 please! Also, CONGRATS ON 2K SO DESERVED BABES 💕

This is low-key hard but I'll try my best.

I'm a pretty outgoing person, really talkative and one of the biggest compliments I've ever gotten is that when talking to someone I make them feel really comfortable and help pull even shy people out of their shell. I've been called pretty charming and overall just sympathetic and a decent human. I like to think I'm pretty smart but I'm also extroverted (bad combo) so when I think I'm just trying to tell people interesting stuff, I tend to come off a bit cocky and arrogant. I will admit, I'm a tad bit narsicistic (is that how you spell it??) but I'm working on it, I swear! I'm from the U.S. south, so charm comes with the accent and the trucks. I enjoy listening to music and I like a bit of everything. I love Billy Joel, Zach Bryan, Jack Harlow, and Rihanna. I love travelling and meeting people from different places and one of my greatest skills is probably my lingustics. I pick up languages really easily and am proud to say that I know decent pieces of almost a dozen languages, varying levels of course. I'm pretty much fluent in Spanish, Italian, and Croatian, with a close skill in Dutch and Korean. I've been trying to learn some more Portugese but I'm really busy so it's hard to work as much as I want. However, I have a heavy southern drawl so that makes every language sound a bit weird. I love cooking and have been told I'm pretty good at drawing. I'm quite athletic and enjoy playing sports or even just backyard games with friends and family even though I tend to get a bit too competitive. I am very family oriented and have lots of pets, including a couple farm animals. I've been into F1 since I was a kid, along with basketball, baseball and American football.

Hope this wasn't as much of a mess as it seems to me, congrats again!!

THANK YOU LOVEEE!! I appreciate it sm 💘💘

I feel like Danny Ric would be your perfect match. you both have outgoing and charismatic personalities and enjoy making people feel comfortable (the best type of people honestly). and I can just imagine the jokes you two would share, you’d both be making eachother laugh practically all day long lmao. like your banter would be top tier for sure. I feel like he could be competitive too and that’d definitely make game nights at your house super interesting, it’d be so funny and entertaining fighting over a game. he’d also be in awe of you, and your language skills, I feel like he’d ask you to teach him and it’d just be super sweet. and you’d both visit all those sports games together and you could be his plus one to the met gala 😌

[mvltiwritez1]

Mechanic - Arasha x Amandee (Love Is Blind 2)

Summary: Amandee's car doesn't start and she has to take it to the mechanic's. She meets someone unexpected

WARNING(S): mild sexuality

DISCLAIMER!: these are fictional characters from the second Love Is Blind Smosh video. Also, it's if they met outside of Love Is Blind instead of being on the show. Eean, Court, and Angelo are here too, briefly. I also know nothing about cars.

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Amandee twisted the key in the ignition. She needed to drive her sweet daughter, Bella,  to middle school so here she was with Bella in the back.

The engine turned but didn't turn on. Amandee tried multiple times to get the engine to start but it didn't catch.

"Shit." She muttered.

"What's wrong mom?" The 12 year old asked from the backseat.

"How do you feel about staying home today?" Amandee's southern accent filled the silent car. Bella cheered and got out of the car, running back into the house. Amandee sighed and leaned her head on the steering wheel.

She then decided to get out of the older car and leaned against the trunk. She googled the nearest mechanic and called the number, holding the phone up to her ear. She waited until the phone was picked up.

'Hello?'

"Hi, yes I would like a tow for my car? It won't start and I have to get my daughter to school" Amandee spoke into her phone speaker.

'Yeah sure no problem ma'am, we'll be there with a tow very soon' a male voice replied over the phone.

"Oh thank you so much." Amandee thanked him and hung up, waiting for the tow truck to come.

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Arasha tied her hair up into a ponytail before stepping into the garage. She overheard conversation coming from the front.

"Please Eean? I'm better than Court and Arasha by a landslide!" Angelo was begging for something while simultaneously dragging Court and Arasha through the mud. Arasha raised an eyebrow and entered the front office to see the shorter Italian man with Court beside him and Eean looking unimpressed in front of them both.

"That's false. More customers are satisfied with me, the feedback on our website tells it all" Court's deep and somewhat monotone voice explained.

"What are you guys talking about?" Arasha asked, catching the attention of all three guys. Angelo sighed and Court crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Thank goodness you're here. These two haven't stopped nagging me about helping the costumer that just came in." Eean spoke, the scar tissue on half of his face preventing him from enunciating as much.

"I was just gonna go so I can take them" Arasha offered and Eean nodded, causing Angelo to groan.

"Of course, I call favouritism!" He whined and Eean rolled his eye.

"You just want to get into the new costumer's pants, Angelo" Court sassed.

"And you're the one still looking for 'passion'" Angelo mocked Court's voice when he said 'passion'.

Arasha decided to leave the conversation and help whoever was in the garage. She walked into the garage and saw only one car in all of the slots, she looked aside to see a woman dressed in boots, mom jeans, a black tank top, and a salmon coloured button up draped over the tank top, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Suddenly, Arasha didn't blame her coworkers for fighting to work with this costumer all of a sudden.

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"Good morning, Ma'am" A southern voice called and Amanda looked up from her phone and saw a beautiful woman looking back at her, walking her direction. Amandee was speechless briefly before she spoke up.

"Good morning, please, call me Amandee. Ma'am makes me feel old" Amandee joked and the woman laughed, holding out her hand for Amandee to shake. The taller woman shook it.

"Well good morning Amandee, I'm Arasha." They stared at each other for a second before Arasha broke the staring contest by looking back at the car.

"So...what's up with her?" Arasha asked, running her hand across the hood of the car.

"I was hoping you could tell me. It- she wouldn't start this morning" Amandee chuckled bashfully. Arasha nodded with a smile on her face before pulling up the hood.

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By the end of repairing the car, Arasha had been reduced to her white tank top with the top of her jumpsuit wrapped around her waist and her strong arms having a few streaks of oil mixed with a small amount of sweat mixed with it. Amandee couldn't help but stare in awe as she finished working.

Soon enough, the taller woman snapped out of her trance when the sound of the car hood being lowered caught her off guard. She gained common sense again and spoke up.

"Thank you so much." Amandee thanked Arasha.

"It's really no problem. It won't cost much either which is a plus" Arasha winked at Amandee and the mother thought she was going to faint like a damsel in distress but she covered up her true feelings with a chuckle.

"Definitely agreed. How could I...repay you?" Amandee's tone became huskier subconsciously but it seemed like Arasha was into it because the slightly shorter woman's eyes became darker than her already dark brown eyes.

"I'm not entirely sure how you would like to but I wouldn't mind taking you out on a date" Arasha was so quiet she could've been whispering but Amandee heard every word.

"I would like that" Amandee replied, a small but coy smile on her face. Arasha's eyes flickered to Amandee's lips but before they could do anything, Amandee pulled away and started walking towards the front to wait for the amount of money she had to pay.

Arasha stayed frozen in her spot and Amandee smiled innocently before disappearing behind the swinging door.

Arasha shook her head slightly and followed.

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Amandee had enough cash to pay for the repairs so she took a piece of paper from her purse and a pen from the front desk and started scribbling something down quickly as Arasha watched.

She then handed the cash and the slip of paper to Arasha and before they could talk anymore, Amandee left in her fixed car.

Arasha looked at the slip of paper.

'See you soon, Arasha. (Phone number) - Amandee'

"WHAT?!" Angelo's whiny voice shouted as he peered over Arasha's shoulder, causing the woman to laugh.

[amaiguri]

Worldbuilding Eating Utensils in Fantasy

Okay okay okay... so I just watched this Utensil Design video and I was like. Omg. This is SO COOL! It's got some pretty sick real-life worldbuilding, so I immediately began to think about it in my world.

Maybe I am WAAAAY too detail oriented with my worldbuilding but honestly, it's not like I'm neglecting my characters and storytelling -- I just also wanna visually design everything to be slightly to the left of reality...

The Tl;dw:

Forks only became popular because of Italian pasta

Christian Priests thought forks were "the Devil's utensil" cuz like pitchforks. No forks. God gave you hands for a reason.

We should bring back eating knives

Chinese Chopsticks were considered to be refined while knives were considered barbaric by early Confucianists -- and thus, they belonged in the kitchen, while daintily picking up pre-chopped food with chopsticks is good

Chopsticks in Japan are considered a bridge between food and your mouth, just like bridges cross rivers or trees bridge you to the Gods. There are celebrations surrounding chopsticks when you're born and when you die. It's a BIG big cultural thing.

In India, your different fingers activate different chakras, so eating with your hands helps connect you to the natural world

So anyway, with those VERY COOL revelations (but seriously, go watch the video), I did some more worldbuilding on Yssaia's eating utensils. Please reblog or something to tell me about your world's eating utensils!

Here's mine:

Northern Culinary Tools

Northerners primary use eating knives -- cutting off their portion of food at the table -- and everyone carries their own set when going to eat at another person's house. This is also because, if someone is going to stab you, everyone is going to want to have their weapons on them.

Finger foods are not unheard of, but are more rare due to the prevalence of gloves year round. They are considered to be more intimate and/or lower class, depending on the context.

Soups are just drunk out of the bowl. Spoons are only for serving.

Demons

Eat with their hands or other shapeshifted appendages. Why would they waste effort making them when they can just bring the food to their mouth with their hands?

Among the Northern Demon Lords, there is probably some etiquette about how you do this (You can't just like gorge yourself with your mouth and dump it into your gullet all the time). It probably has to do with appearances to other people and maximizing your politeness and minimizing how easy it is to steal from you.

Sealfolk

Selkies are known for eating bowls of mackerel, eels, and sea grass whole. Because they can. They probably also invented forks for stabbing slippery things and then eating them. However, unlike in Western culture, you are not expected to eat the whole thing in one bite. You can stab and then take smaller bites off your fork.

Southern Culinary Tools

Southerners use chopsticks and bone spoons in conjunction with more disposable utensils, such as bread, to eat -- due to the heavier reliance on frying and boiling in their cuisine. Their food is generally warmer overall and, in some regions, spicier, thus making it physically harmful to eat with just your hands.

Also, the heavier reliance on fermentation in Telethens means you don't wanna put your filthy hands in the brine or you'll ruin its balance -- you have to use chopsticks to pluck stuff from the jars.

Sidebar: When I do revisions on my webfic, I am ABSOLUTELY going to have to have a scene where Arlasaire learns or even simply complains about having to use chopsticks and that is HILARIOUS.

That being said, the Blood Tsars -- particularly in the South East -- eat more with their hands due to long term connection with Demons. Designing food correctly for manual consumption + the ability to elegantly eat food with your hands and disposable utensils is considered peak culture there.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

I am a raging transsexual and I love my cunt so much. I love experiencing being this strange expression of human biology. I love experiencing the transformation of my body into that strange expression of human biology.

I do want to get top surgery, but not bottom. Because I like my cunt. I want to ask for topical cream for it so that I can maximize bottom growth, because having a fat and juicy tdick is literally THE dream. Like, I think I like the idea a bit too much. Like, unhealthily so. But I Dont Care that's so gender euphoric and attractive and it feels so representative of my gender identity.

If I could have things my way, I'd genuinely have both a dick and a cunt (no balls bc where would they go) And no tits. That's the optimal body for me. I'd want to keep my clit, and have decent bottom growth too. I don't think that's possible though sadly, so getting a pussy pump and topical cream will have to do for bottom growth.

I know this is a really personal topic. Like, as personal as it fucking gets. But do you have a dream body? Like, ignoring what's possible using modern day Science and Medicine, ignoring current monetary balance and access to ressources, wbat would your hot transgender freak body be? If you wanna talk about genitals go ahead but this qustion isnt limited to genitals bc gender is vast and part odf every facet of our lives

Hey, that is possible! Vagina-preserving phalloplasty and penis-preserving vaginoplasty are relatively niche but certainly possible procedures, I've seen photos of it I know it can happen lol. And that's honestly also been something I've been wanting for a while! Attentive followers will know that I am, aheh, nonbinary, and while I do not consider having both a pussy and a dick to be representative of me being "both a girl AND a boy" or w/e, it is still a very gendereuphoric concept and something I really want. However I'm also still super pumped abt bottom growth and ALSO about being even more hairy as hell. Full disclosure since we're all being super TMI here, I'm already hairy as hell, I have hair in basically all the places those "things they don't tell you about going on T!" posts say T will give you hair in, I'm part Southern Italian and we're a very hairy people. However I DON'T have very much chest hair and I really want chest hair! And facial hair lol. Again since we're being TMI, I have like, "small on a woman but considered Massive Milkable Badonkahonkazonagas on a man by this website" tetas, which I think I would stop being dysphoric about if they were hairy as hell (and also it'd be hot cmon). I think if I'm reaaally spitballing here, I'd like to go on t but not really experience the fat redistrubition, if only bc I think being a very hairy goth boy with idk. Curvaceous Child-Bearing Hips or whatever is extremely funny and a good gender. I also want a bunch of stupid nerd shit like fangs and a puppy tail and dog ears and shit but this isn't a post abt that this is a post about my epic potential future dick. Thank u for letting me talk abt this lol I love thinking abt transgender joy and getting to hear abt what the boys and the dolls and those whomst lie betwixt are out there achieving, it makes me so happy knowing that people like me are existing and are happy and that I have a chance :)

[persephinae]

ok, so I still have 2 more episodes to go on fallout prime, and it's genuinely a very good show that I'm enjoying quite a bit, both in just watching it and dissecting implications and lore with my brother

but the thing people need to understand is, Todd does not understand this IP and does not want to

That's very evident in Fallout 3 and 4. I loved both games, but his idea of the BoS, is that they're good guys - heroic knights in the post apocalyptic wastelands

and for the most part they're just.. not... (which the show actually touches upon)

they are, at their core, fanatic cultists who are cosplaying. they have the weapons, armor, numbers, and supply lines (at least in eastern chapters) as to be a roaming army that warps the landscape as they pass through for supplies or technology to confiscate.

they're weirdos with guns

Todd does not understand this and does not want to

putting the rest of my grumbling under the cut

Todd, Whitey McWhiteyson, the whitest man alive, does not understand culture that's cherished and passed down through generations - the songs, the stories, the food, the histories. As long as there is one (1) person alive, that person carries all that cultural history, and they will fight tooth and nail to keep it alive, whether through their own family lines or sharing it with others.

you're telling me that the different ethnicities that survived would be content with 50s radio and 200 year old meatloaf???? get real, they would laugh and stab you with a fork

from my own italian american background, you can bet your ass that somehow we would make our food with what we have, even if we have to use 12 foot basil and mutant garlic, we would make it work

and not even just the various american european backgrounds with their own histories and food, but just even black southern food

you're telling me, that black people would be content with 200 year old meatloaf?? when they remember how to make grandma's fried chicken and other soul food?? GRANDMA'S FRIED CHICKEN?? when chickens and flour are very much still available?? lol lmao

you're telling me that latinos wouldn't pass down their own heritage? That they'd be eating that sawdust canned spam? lol lmao no <3

IT'S JUST SO STUPID TODD

he doesn't think about the world as a living world, it's just a sandbox where the futuristic knights go pew pew and save the day

he doesn't think on why his game is eating 200 year old food that should give everyone botulism, he doesn't think about the people in his games living in fucking GARBAGE for 200 years and no one thought "hey, maybe we should clean up?" he doesn't think about clothes other than "lol we got this at a ransacked kmart lol"

TODDDDD i'm going to pick you up by your pleather jacket and shake you because you weigh like 2 grapes

anyway this is an old rant from Fallout 4, but still valid

I don't like actively hate the man (although he did cancel a proposed Fallout NV2 by Obsidian), but - Todd, thank you for Skyrim, it's time you retire <3

[someone-you-do-not-know]

Hello 💛

Hetalia writer ask game for 38 (more about that :D!), 42-43 (you can do them separately or smash them together, it's up to you), 47 and 68, if you're feeling generous ;))

38. How do you feel about using accents in fics Accents is such a big part of Hetalia fanfiction and has always been a big thing, but I really don't like the old version, where you could barely read the text because France would speak like "zis" and Sweden like "th't". Any of my fellow ancient hetalians know what I'm talking about. 🥲 I don't miss it. Now for what you actually probably wanted to know about, which is me being very insistent that Romano has a Southern Italian accent and make him speak in dialects. I love it. Dialects and accents are so interesting to me, especially Italian ones, because some can be pinpointed down to a single town. I also love when people actually consider how the actual sound of dialects work, more than just making the text unintelligible. I always try to think about the sound of spoken words when I write out an accent or dialect – it's a less is more kind of thing. If you're going to write something with an accent, it has to be intentional (examples are everytime Alfred in Birdbrains say anything and it's misspelled or weirdly abbreviated in any way).

42 was already answered here.

43. What appeals to you about the ships you like A lot of them is kinda... I've shipped them since I was 14? It's hard to remember how it started at this point. Sometimes it feels more like it's my ocs that closely resemble Hetalia characters. xD It feels like an underexplanation, but the chemistry between the characters.

47. Where do you write? Usually, I write anywhere I can sit down and whip out my computer. That has now expanded into just. Anywhere. Everywhere. In class. Commute. Walking. Waiting for food. I'm pressed for time, so writing is any moment I don't do anything else.

68. Show us a bit of a wip I am feeling generous (when I publish it, it might look completely different).

“No! Feli likes them. And Mamma says I have to be nice to Feli or else.” 

Romulus noticed Feliciano was stirring in his sleep and rocked him a little, before taking Lovino and leaving the room. “I know you mean well, but no rocks, at least not until Feli is a little older.” Romulus said, and Lovino just pouted in response. “Imagine if Feli puts it in his mouth and chokes, Lovino, that wouldn’t be nice.”

Lovino did not want his brother to choke, but now he was getting stubborn. “I’m not nice. Says Mr. Valentin.” That was the director of the sitcom Lovino acted on, and it made sense as an instruction, since Lovino played a bully kid, but it was not good if Lovino thought that was part of who he was.

“Lovino, caramellino, Mr. Valentin tells you how to pretend, but pretending isn’t the real you. The real you is really nice, since you like giving presents to your brother, and you listen to the adults.”

Lovino looked at him with those big eyes, doubting his words. “Feli is good and nice. Mamma says so. Giovanni too.”