#ch viola

[funkyllama]

Arrivals to Saint Elisabeth's Cathedral at Wittmund Palace for the Wedding of Queen Viviana II of the Ionian Union to Prince Philippe of Francesim,

Our most gracious Queen met her bridegroom outside Saint Elizabeth's Cathedral at Wittmund Palace this morning. As members of the Ionian Royal and French Imperial families processed together to their seats, Prince Philippe bowed in greeting before his soon to be wife and Liege. The young and expressive Prince Lenerd Yannik stood on his own two feet, holding hands with the Countess Hertford, his mother’s Maid of Honor, as they greeted the groom’s Best Man. When Emperor Napoléon V last met the boy, he was a baby, sitting in the Emperor's arms.

Wedding Program - Ceremony - Portraits I - Reception

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[toestalucia]

images im obsessed with

[lovecharged]

[opwomcn]

Marry for all of the Sanji's that posted that one meme. <3

[dxsole]

what's wrong with men like me? control viola

🖍️ A LOT OF THINGS! | Not Accepting

Viola scoffs. Loudly. Even makes a face to go with it.

"Uhhhh a lot? A whole ton! 'Cause you're a man." It's not exactly a nice thing to say or think but Viola doesn't care. Plus, she would argue that she's only ever known one man and he was bad so she is completely in the right to think this regardless of what the doctors all said.

"And also, like, look at you." A crimson crayon is pointed in his direction before she goes back to her coloring. "You've got a stupid face."

[lunarcry]

been thinking about the astrals who started families w skydwellers lately again

[petalsprompts]

Dame Margaret Natalie Smith, CH, DBE 28th of December, 1934 — 27th of September, 2024

She received  numerous  accolades,  including  two  Academy  Awards,  five  BAFTA  Awards,  four  Emmy  Awards,  three  Golden  Globe  Awards  and  a  Tony  Award,  as  well  as  nominations  for  six  Laurence  Olivier  Awards.  She  was  one  of  the  few  performers  to  earn  the  Triple  Crown  of  Acting.

“ Do  not  be  stilled  by  anger  or  grief.  Burn  them  both  and  use  that  fuel  to  keep  moving.  Look  up  at  the  clouds  and  tip  your  head  way  back  so  the  roofs  of  the  houses  disappear.  Keep  moving. ” — Dame Maggie Smith in her memoir; You Could Make This Place Beautiful (2023)

"My  wife  and  I  were  deeply  saddened  to  learn  of  the  death  of  Dame  Maggie  Smith.  As  the  curtain  comes  down  on  a  national  treasure,  we  join  all  those  around  the  world  in  remembering  with  the  fondest  admiration  and  affection  her  many  great  performances  and  her  warmth  and  wit  that  shone  through  both  on  and  off  the  stage." — King Charles III

"The  end  of  an  era  of  the  sheer  definition  of  what  it  means  to  be  an  actor.  You  created  characters  that  clung  to  us,  moved  us,  entertained  us  ......  made  us  look  within.  You  defied  the  expectations  of  age....  crossed  generations.  You  were  greatness  personified  Dame  Maggie  Smith.  'A  lady  always  knows  when  it's  time  to  leave'  [...]  Godspeed  ♥️"  —  Viola  Davis

"She  was  a  fierce  intellect, a  gloriously  sharp  tongue,  could  intimidate  and  charm  in  the  same  instant  and  was,  as  everyone  will  tell  you,  extremely  funny...  The  word  legend  is  overused  but  if  it  applies  to  anyone  in  our  industry  then  it  applies  to  her."  —  co-star  in  Harry  Potter,  Daniel  Radcliffe

"Maggie  Smith  was  a  truly  great  actress,  and  we  were  more  than  fortunate  to  be  part  of  the  last  act  in  her  stellar  career.  She  was  a  joy  to  write  for,  subtle,  many-layered,  intelligent,  funny  and  heart-breaking.  Working  with  her  has  been  the  greatest  privilege  of  my  career,  and  I  will  never  forget  her."  —  Downton  Abbey  creator,  Julian  Fellowes

"Maggie  Smith  was  a  great  woman  and  a  brilliant  actress.  I  still  can’t  believe  I  was  lucky  enough  to  work  with  the  “one-of-a-kind”.  My  heartfelt  condolences  go  out  to  the  family  …  RIP."  —  co-star  in  Sister  Act & Sister Act 2: Back In The Habit,  Whoopi  Goldberg

"When  I  was  younger  I  had  no  idea  of  Maggie’s  legend  –  the woman  I  was  fortunate  enough  to  share  space  with.  It  is  only  as  I’ve  become  an  adult  that  I’ve  come  to  appreciate  that  I  shared  the  screen  with  a  true  definition  of  greatness."  —  co-star  in the  Harry  Potter film series,  Emma  Watson

"Heartbroken  to  hear  about  Maggie.  She  was  so  special,  always  hilarious  and  always  kind.  I  feel  incredibly  lucky  to  have  shared  a  set  with  her  and  particularly  lucky  to  have  shared  a  dance."  —  co-star  in the  Harry  Potter film series,  Rupert  Grint

"Anyone  who  ever  shared  a  scene  with  Maggie  will  attest  to  her  sharp  eye,  sharp  wit  and  formidable  talent,"  on-screen  son  in  Downton  Abbey,  Hugh  Bonneville

"I  had  the  unforgettable  experience  of  working  with  her;  sharing  a  two-shot  was  like  being  paired  with  a  lion.  She  could  eat  anyone  alive,  and  often  did.  But  funny,  and  great  company.  And  suffered  no  fools.  We  will  never  see  another.  God  speed,  Ms.  Smith!"  —  co-star  in  Suddenly,  Last  Summer,  Rob  Lowe

[allisonreader]

@inklings-challenge Here is my retelling of Sleeping Beauty for the four loves challenge. I have posted it before but I did go through and edited/rewrote it. When I originally wrote it, I hadn’t had any intention of writing it, but it flow right out.

Sleeping Beauty

"No. You shall not curse my daughter. She is not the one responsible for MY oversight or decision. If anyone must take your wrath for not being invited, let it be me, not my daughter," the Queen stood protectively in front of her daughter sleeping peacefully in her cradle, glaring at the vile fairy trying to stake a death curse on the newborn.

"Very well Queen Viola, on your daughter’s 16th birthday you shall take her place and die. Should she ever learn before that point that you have taken the curse bestowed upon her first, she shall join you in your final resting place," the vile fairy laughed as she left, waking the little princess.

Queen Viola comforted her daughter as her heart broke. Her daughter would be safe, even if it meant her life.

There was one fairy left, one who was not vile and tainted by a dark heart. The remaining good fairy had been able to soften the curse into an enchanted sleep for either a hundred years or a kiss from a devoted love (whichever should come first). The fairy had told the King and Queen that for this to work, the king must let the Queen sleep for at least a few years before he tried to wake her.

This would be a challenge, but it gave them hope. That even if they were going to be separated for a few years, that at least they could be together again.

Thus the King and Queen showered their daughter with love and kept their plans from her of how they were going to solve the issue of the Queen's impending sleep.

Over the years their daughter grew ever so lovely and kind. Never once learning the fate that awaited the queen.

Not once did the dear sweet child doubt the love her parents had for her. Leaving her all the more shocked in the week leading up to her 16th birthday as the majority of the castle staff worked on finishing their preparations to leave, with the queen to remain behind.

It hurt her heart to see her daughter beg and beg her to come with them, and to have to tell her no, she couldn’t. If she could give her the true reason why; she would, but she didn’t dare risk her only child's life.

The day before her daughter’s birthday, her husband and daughter left the castle grounds. She watched sadly from the tallest tower as almost all of the staff left with her family. If all went as planned, she would see both her husband and daughter in a few years.

Her wait wasn’t more than a few hours for her daughter’s birthday to come. Once it did, she laid upon the bed prepared for her and pricked her finger with the spindle and fell to sleep.

The King lived on as asked to do by his Queen. There was hardly a day that didn’t go by that he didn’t think about his wife and pray for her. Every day his daughter would ask about her mother, lamenting that he left her behind. How could he be so cruel?

Still he didn’t dare speak about the curse that her mother took on for her. What if it killed his daughter instead of placing her inside an enchanted sleep like her mother. No, it simply wasn’t worth the risk.

The years passed by slowly. His daughter continued to blossom into a beautiful young woman. At 18 he and his daughter started considering suitors for her, as much as his daughter longed for her mother to be part of the process. A little past 20, she had found a partner in the third born prince from a nearby kingdom.

It took coaxing for her to marry her prince without her mother there, but he knew it was what Viola wanted. Still he waited. Just a little bit longer and he could finally go and reclaim his bride. His daughter was a bit over 23 when she announced that she was expecting and how she wished her mother could be there to see it.

Now it was time.

Much to his daughter and son-in-law’s surprise, he left the expecting parents in charge of the kingdom, while he left on a journey to reclaim his bride, his wife of many years.

There were challenges along the way, clearly trying to keep him from his wife but he persevered through them all. Finally he came upon his wife in the tallest tower and gave a sob upon seeing her once again. His beautiful wife, sleeping, waiting for his kiss.

Caressing her face gently, he first kissed her forehead, each temple, each cheek, the tip of her nose and then finally her lips. She woke slowly, her eyes struggling to open. So he started telling her everything that she had missed as she worked towards waking up. How strained his relationship with their daughter had become at times because he didn’t dare explain the curse to her yet. He hadn’t wanted to risk either their daughter or her.

He told her of their daughter’s husband and the fact that they were to be grandparents, if they weren’t already. He told her of how he missed her every day and how he wished she could have seen it all.

Until finally his wife was fully awake and the pair celebrated and made up for lost time.

The King and Queen made it home to see the (open to all who desired to come) dedication of their grandchildren, as their daughter had given birth to twins. The curse was truly broken.

Their daughter overjoyed to be reunited with her mother and even more so once she understood that the separation had been for her own safety. That the curse that had been placed on her, had been taken up by her parents, so that she would be protected.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi! I'm craving some cozy autumn vibes johnlock fics to read in the cold season. Do you have some recs? Lots of love <3

Hi Lovely!!

Oh what a fun list idea!! I can't believe I've never thought of doing one given that Autumn is my fave season! I know more fics than what I picked here for you take place in the Fall, but I've only included ones with the season in the tag. If anyone has more fics, PLEASE add them and give me a hand :)

Hope you enjoy these fics!!

AUTUMN / FALL FICS

See also:

Hot and Cold Fics (June 2022)

Halloween and Ghosts (updated Oct 31/21)

Halloween Fics 2023 (MFLs)

BOOKMARKS

And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley (NR, 3,219 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff and Angst, Est. Rel., Marriage / Proposal) – A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially.

In the Bleak Midwinter (A Canticle for Advent) by CaitlinFairchild (M, 3,476 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Injury, Missing Scenes, HLV Timeline) – In the autumn of 2014, Mary Watson shot Sherlock Holmes. This is what happened after.

Let me be the wallpaper that papers up your room by Teatrolley (NR, 3,966 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Two Idiots in Love, Fluff, Domestics) – Four seasons in the life of Sherlock and John, really.

Pater Noster by SilentAuror (E, 34,256 w., 2 Ch. || Case Fic, HLV/S3 Fix It Fic, Family Trauma, Sherlock POV, Villain Mary) – During the autumn that John is staying at Baker Street again after Sherlock was shot, he ruminates over the similarity between Sherlock's shot and the one that killed his father when he was fifteen. Cold case meets series 3 fix-it. Part I takes place entirely within His Last Vow, Part II takes place starting at the end of HLV and continues after.

Act IV by SilentAuror (E, 39,707 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fix-It, First Person POV Sherlock, Infidelity, Angst, Drama) – After Sherlock is shot, John moves back into Baker Street. They spend the autumn together as John tries to make sense of his life and make some important decisions about both Mary and Sherlock. Canon-compliant, excerpts from His Last Vow.

MARKED FOR LATER

Into the Gloaming by Vulpesmellifera (M, 8,385 w., 4 Ch. || Heavy Angst, Child Death, Grief / Mourning, Mentions of Cancer, Corvids, Fever Dreams, Hopeful Ending) – She lays the sage bundle down in one of his seashells, avoiding the label. How he loved cataloging natural items. That sharp mind of his so naturally tended to the sciences, and she’d taken great joy in encouraging him all his life. All the first thirteen years of it. The last year has been entirely different. His hand lies just outside the white comforter. When she touches it, the chill of his skin sends a shiver down her spine. His lips move, his voice as soft as dead, dry leaves. “What’s that, love?” she says. “In the trees,” he says, his eyes still closed. “Is it John there in the trees? I think he’s waiting for me.” Viola turns her gaze out the window and to the closest tree, a resplendent cherry in the throes of autumn. In the branches there, for just a second, she thinks she sees it: a black bird, feathers gleaming in the sun.

A Thousand Kisses Deep by Susan (E, 12,689 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Time Travel, Longing, Angst, Post S1, Time Travel Fix It) – “Come here,” Sherlock said and when he did, he put his arm across John’s shoulder, and pulled him close. John let him, and after a moment, rested his head against Sherlock’s chest. Sherlock felt the familiar ache, a longing for what might have been. If only he’d been braver, more sure of John’s feelings. He dropped his arms and stepped back. It was too late. Things were as they were meant to be. But it was autumn in Sussex, and everything was changing. If you were given a chance to go back to the beginning and make things right, would you take it?

Hot Water Bottle by khorazir (T, 18,436 w., 1 Ch. || Post TLD / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Communication, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Autumn, Bed Sharing, Developing Relationship, First Kiss) – A case in one of the remotest corners of the Lake District, a storm, an inn, a broken boiler, a room with two beds but only one hot water bottle, and two men who have a lot to sort out between them – all of this makes for a night to remember.

Johnloctober by prettysailorsoldier (E, 169,945 w., 31 Ch. || Assorted AU’s || Alternate First Meetings, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, 30 Day OTP Challenge, Prompts, Halloween / Autumn, Assorted Tags) – 31 days of autumnal Johnlock with prompts from all of you! There will be a bit of everything, but you can check the tags for more specifics.For a summary of every chapter, as well as individual tags, click here.

Enigma by khorazir (M, 289,667 w., 23 Ch. || Codebreaker / WWII / Imitation Game-Inspired AU || Case Fic, Espionage, Period-Typical Homophobia / Sexism, Pining Sherlock, Inexperienced / VirginSherlock, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Non-Graphic Violence) – It’s the autumn of 1941, war is raging in Europe, German U-boats are raiding Allied convoys in the Atlantic, the Luftwaffe is bombing English cities, and the cryptographers at Bletchley Park are working feverishly to decode their enemies' encrypted communications. One should consider this challenge and distraction enough for capricious codebreaker Sherlock Holmes. But the true enigmas are yet waiting to be deciphered: an unbreakable code, a strange murder, and the arrival of Surgeon Captain John H. Watson of the Royal Navy.

[dxsole]

Not many could handle being in her presence for very long, even if she remained docile. There's such an obvious disconnect— one could only imagine one her age having spent her entire life with someone who only taught her of the world as he saw it. There was prey and there was predator. Nothing more, nothing less. The only women who deserved to live were the ones he deemed necessary— in her youth, Viola had been very proud of the fact that her father deemed her necessary. She was his helper and the only one he could talk to.

That role lost its luster the longer it went on.

"I know that. I know he did that." It's said with a huff, eyes still darting about and not meeting Andro's. She wasn't afraid of them as they were of her, but it was still unnerving. Viola never liked it when people reminded her of this world she did not know and did not understand.

When her therapist first told her that her father's controlling nature was not typical, that fathers shouldn't be like that, she had ripped up every book in his office she could get her hands on until the orderlies took her out.

It's hard to hear that the only way you know how to live is wrong. That you're just so, so wrong.

And they speak of their experience and how things could be fixed— she suddenly shifts, lifting her rear off the chair and replacing it with her feet, curling up and squatting on the chair like a restless child. "They're trying to fix me. That's all they're doing. I've got meds and therapy sessions and I only like the art therapy ones but I dunno if they help— they can't put me in group therapy because I bite and they don't leave me alone with the doctor because I try and hit him. And then you're here," Her head shakes, and nose wrinkles. "'cause they wanna know everything about Daddy. Make a profile. Make sure something like us doesn't happen again— they don't believe I just killed him 'cause I knew he was bad. They don't think I know what's good and bad, but I do."

Viola frowns. It's childish for her age, the gesture exaggerated and pouty. She didn't like being rebutted in any way. Thankfully for everyone, it's not enough to set her off completely.

If anything, it just made her want to try harder to compliment them. "Well, I think you are." It's said matter-of-factly, Viola scratching at her cheek and looking around aimlessly. "Not everyone knows that stuff. I don't tell a lot of people that stuff." So they must be magical in some way. Even if they didn't like the magic, it was still magic.

She stiffens a bit. "I don't speak French." But she could guess what 'skills' they were referring too were. "I'm not like my daddy. Daddy was a bad guy. I'm not a bad guy." But she wasn't outright good either. It felt like being good was so hard, what with all the rules they had in here.

She can recall her first week here when she tried to stab the lunch lady because she didn't give her a big enough scoop of mashed potatoes. Apparently, that had been wrong of her.

"My Daddy wasn't powerful." Viola mumbles through a pout. "He was just mean. People thought he was powerful 'cause he was really, really smart." Her head shakes. "They would've...they could've caught him if they tried." Perhaps she was still a little bitter about that. Why did she have to grow up with him all those years? Why did she have to be the one to end things? Why did no one save her first?

"...'Course he doesn't have power over me." Again, she scoffs and pulls a childish face, something that just screams 'duh!'. "He's dead. Dead people can't do nothing. He's dead and I'm...here."

[funkyllama]

The Wedding Ceremony of Queen Viviana II of the Ionian Union to Prince Philippe of Francesim, Saint Elisabeth's Cathedral at Wittmund Palace.

Wedding Program - Arrivals - Portraits I - Reception

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sorry to everyones sims who are kind of barely elligible @royaltysimblr @thegrimalldis @anachrosims @royalhouseofcarrington @kingdomofvellia

+ @housekonig to be specific

[anatomic-girl]

Ch 3 – The Most Intimidating Man – is now up on ao3! It’s time to meet Crowley and find out what’s going on in his head with this whole fake marriage thing. Excerpt:

Crowley flapped one hand. “Doesn’t he have someone he knows that he can ask? Ex-boyfriends or whatever? Why’re you asking me?”

“Good question,” Bee said. They were seated on the other side of the couch now, grinning and trying to listen in as if this were a good tv program. Crowley waved to them to be quiet.

“Is that one of your siblings?” Ana asked.

“Bee. I’ve been crashing on their couch since the whole Nick thing went down.”

“Hi Ana!” Bee called. Viola got up and casually strolled over to sit in their lap instead. Traitor.

“Tell them hi for me,” Ana said, and Crowley relayed the message. “Sounds like you need a more permanent living solution anyway. The flat is in Soho…”

He didn’t want to tell her how enticing that prospect was. “Stop dangling bait. Again, why me?”

There were a few moments of silence from the other line. Ana’s voice was quiet when she spoke. “Aziraphale is like Muriel, Crowley. Neurodivergent, not really good with social cues, lots of sensory issues. He hasn’t fared well with partners in the past, and it’s difficult for him to make friends. He’s a lovely, wonderful man and I think that you in particular will really like him. But I also thought that if anyone can jump in and spend a few years in this sort of living situation without going crazy, it would be you. And if there was anyone that wouldn’t hurt Aziraphale more than he’s already been hurt, it would also be you.”

***** I didn’t have a chance to post a link out to last week’s chapter – The Plan – so if you happen to follow fics here instead of on ao3 directly, there are two chapters waiting for you!

Fic notes: Fluffy, angst-free, pining-while-married AU, rated E (but all spicy sections will be skippable).

***** Thank you to my wonderful betas @beerok23 and @unicornbeck, as well as to all you lovely people who give me no end of support! 💕

[jadedrrose]

The Silent Reaver - Ch. Two

You spend the next day preparing for your mission, thinking about the endless possibilities for when you reunite with Law.

Other Chapters Can Be Found Here

Warnings: mentions of weapons, also spoilers for Punk Hazard/Dressrosa, if you’re not there yet. I hope there are no mistakes hahalol

Two days wasn’t much time to prepare for an entire mission that required you leaving Dressrosa for the next foreseeable future.

You spent most of your first day pondering over how you’d deal with things. You had to go over every possibility, thinking things through from the start and accounting for anything that could go wrong. How would you make your entrance? Silently sneak inside the supposedly abandoned laboratory, not alerting anybody to your presence until you felt ready? Or would you need to announce to at least- what was his name? Something C… reminded me of salad? Oh! -Caesar Clown that you’d arrived? Or just make it known to everybody on the island that you were now there too? 

That sounded foolish. The best option in your mind was to quietly get inside, get a look at things before talking to Caesar. Then you had to consider that Law was there, most likely also sneaking around, searching for whatever he was looking for. Something about a substance called S-A-D? Regardless, if you wanted to try avoiding him at the beginning, you would have to be very careful; knowing what the pirate was capable of.

Your guilty pleasure for the last couple years had been keeping intel on him. Almost nobody knew about this secret, Baby 5 and Violet being the only two people to have knowledge about it. Violet was always kind toward you and you had no doubt that your secret would always be safe with her. Baby 5, on the other hand, you had to do a little bribing to keep her silent after she’d caught you sneaking off with a wanted poster last year. She was easily convinced though, always wanting to please everyone around her.

You’d always felt so shameful about it though. Even if you excuse your actions by telling yourself that this was simple research should he ever plan something against your family, deep down you knew that the childish feelings you still felt toward him all these years later was the real reason. His two most recent wanted posters were kept on your desk, along with any newspapers that mentioned him. The one announcing his Warlord status, the Rocky Port Incident paper, anything you could find. Everything that served as a reminder that the boy you’d loved thirteen years ago was still alive and thriving as a man now.

Knowing your feelings would rise through the barrier within your mind as soon as you saw him again was bothering you, truthfully. It would make your task incredibly difficult. Especially if I have to kill him…

That thought alone brought tears to your eyes. You’d watched as he struggled with knowing he’d be dead within two years. Watched as Corazon whisked him away from Doflamingo’s cruel hands and saved his life. Even if you were younger then, you still realized how significant that was to Law. And for you to be the one to take all of that away from him?

You hadn’t realized you’d started crying, feeling your knees growing weak and body heavy, you gracefully fell to the cold stone floor, letting your hands cover your face as you cried into them. You didn’t want to kill Law. You couldn’t.

A sharp knock on the door ripped you away from the terror on your mind. You rose to your feet, wiping away the tears and taking in a deep breath as you cracked it open, getting a glimpse at who was on the other side.

All you could see was slivers of a white dress and dark curly hair, but you knew right away that it was Violet- no, Viola. She’d recently requested that you specifically could call her by her true name, as she was one of the few who knew your’s.

“Y/n, are you alright? I heard crying, and became worried…”

You opened the door up more, enough so that she’d be able to slip inside. As soon as she was, you shut the door quickly and felt her arms wrap around you, being pulled into a warm and comforting embrace.

“I’m sorry… was I being that loud?” You started to apologize, “I shouldn’t have been, I must’ve scared-”

“Shh, don’t worry about it. I heard about your mission and figured it would be difficult for you, so I came down this way. I suppose I was correct about it being difficult, though.”

You nodded, pulling away from the hug. “I’m just worried about meeting him again…”

Viola gave you a warm smile, taking your hand to sit you down on your bed. She took a spot next to you, and allowed her hand to rest on top of yours, her thumb rubbing sweet circles into your skin. “Well, I never met him so there isn’t much I can say about him. But based on what you’ve told me, I think he’d be understanding of your situation… should you decide to switch sides.”

You gasped, looking at the woman beside you with wide eyes. “Viola! Don’t even joke about that, you know I can’t leave this family.”

She let out a light-hearted chuckle, shaking her head and closing her eyes for a very brief moment, all before looking back at you. “Y/n. I know how you feel about him, and you know that I know that you and I aren’t happy with our situation. Not only would I not judge you, I’d keep you covered so that the young master doesn’t find out.”

“You mean that?” you wondered, folding your hands in your lap and looking down. “You’d be okay if I… left?” 

She nodded, a smile spreading across her toned skin. “Of course.”

You hummed, before shrugging. “Well, I can’t say for certain that I want to… but it’s nice knowing you’d have my back.”

“Sure thing. So… what are you most worried about?” she asked, crossing her legs and leaning back on her arms.

“I dunno,” you answered honestly. “I’m scared of meeting him, since I don’t know how he’ll react… let alone how I will.”

“Hmm, let’s think it through, then? Let’s say he’s shocked, but happy.”

You scoffed, a light laugh escaping your lips, “I don’t think I’d be able to tell if he were happy. Law didn’t ever look happy.”

Viola rolled her eyes, “Okay… then how about all signs point to him being happy. What would you do then?”

You really didn’t know what to say to that. What would you do? What if he didn’t even recognize you? Or if any mutual feelings were gone, so you would then be stuck in a weird one-sided love? Or going down an entirely different route, what if he hated you?

“I g-guess… I’d just try talking to him… normally?”

Viola nodded, crossing her arms and sitting up now, “And maybe he’s upset?”

“If he were upset, then I’d probably just cry,” you huffed, moving to lean your head on your arms. “Because it would mean I’d have to kill him.”

“Not necessarily,” Viola disagreed, “You could just… not complete the mission?”

“And then what? Never return? We both know Monet is already there supervising things for the SMILEs. She’d call someone to get me.”

“I think, based on the information I know, that Law would understand your situation and help you. He’d be more upset with Doflamingo than with you.”

“I don’t know that for sure, so how can you? You’ve never met him.”

Viola just laughed, though, giving you a charming grin. “Y/n… You’re overthinking things.”

–

And overthink things you did, indeed. After that conversation, your mind just continued to spiral down all possible scenarios. Evening came and went, and soon, you realized you only had a few hours to pack and then sleep before departing for Punk Hazard.

There wasn’t room to bring much with you. You packed a couple outfits, non-perishable snacks and other necessities. You were thankful that all of your artillery could be worn so that you wouldn’t have to compromise space in your bag for them. 

Looking over your room, you scanned each and every object for anything that you might need, or perhaps want while away. 

Your eyes ended up landing on a particular drawer of your desk, one that you rarely ever opened. Memories flooded back into your mind as you thought of what resided in the drawer, and with a deep breath, you gathered your strength to open it.

Two items lay against the wood of the drawer’s interior. Two pieces of jewelry, both having significant meaning to you. A locket necklace, and a hand-crafted one made from junk. 

The locket had been from your mother before she died. Inside of it was a tiny photograph of your family, huddled up beneath a tree on a nice summer evening. It was the one item you had when you were adopted into your current family.

The other piece, the necklace made from junk, held a different meaning. With delicate hands, you picked it up and held it in your palm, looking it over as a small smile broke out on your lips. You fondly remembered the day it was given to you.

—

It had been a few days before Law disappeared along with Corazon. You’d been sitting by yourself, mindlessly playing with a pistol. Considering much of Spider Miles consisted of scraps and other junk, nobody ever cared that you’d been using things as your targets for practicing your aim. 

You loaded the gun before putting your hands in position, taking aim at a large pipe that you’d stuck a piece of paper to. On the paper was a poorly drawn face, meant to be your ‘victim’ for practice. You shot once, missing the eyes that hardly resemble real ones by a couple inches. Swearing, you mentally scold yourself for not hitting between the eyes. You get ready to shoot again, but were quickly stopped by someone approaching from behind.

“Y/n.”

You felt yourself freeze, a strange warmth overtaking your body as you lowered the gun. Slowly, you turned to greet the person who’d interrupted your training. 

“Law?” Your heart beat faster as you said his name, and you felt as though you were going to puke. What an odd feeling it was.

“I… have something for you,” the boy meekly informed you, holding out something wrapped in an old piece of paper. 

You approached him, taking the supposed gift out of his hands with the one that wasn’t holding your gun. Realizing you needed both hands, you quickly set the gun down on a crate nearby. Unwrapping it, a necklace made out of scraps was revealed to you. For someone who had virtually no necklace-making skills, it looked nice. There were two chains connected together, one silver and one gold. You figured he hadn’t been able to find just one that was long enough. On the end of it were some gemstone pieces clearly taken from smashed items, all strung together with some wire.

“A necklace?” You breathed, shyly looking up at Law.

He nodded, scratching the back of his neck as he started explaining. “The other day when you told me about your locket… I decided to make it. Since you like necklaces, I guess…”

You smiled, appreciating his effort to make you something. “Thank you… I love it,” you expressed your gratitude, putting it around your neck. “How’s it look?”

The way Law looked at you had your strange feelings intensifying, your stomach feeling like it was doing backflips within you. His ears were tinted red now, the only thing giving away what he really felt. “It’s nice… you look pr- it looks… pretty.”

You giggled, taking a step forward to hug your companion. 

—

A thought came to you, allowing you to zone back in as the memory faded out. If Law cared for you enough to make you a necklace back then, did you really have any reason to doubt that he’d welcome reuniting with you? Looking back on it as an adult, it was quite obvious the little crushes you’d both had for each other was a mutual thing. Perhaps now he wouldn’t feel that way, but there was no reason for him to have ill intentions toward you. That gave your mind some ease, at the very least.

Deciding that you wanted to take it with you, you put the necklace around your neck while your locket went inside your bag, as you were afraid of it being damaged from wear. 

In the small vanity mirror on your desk, you looked it over and your smile couldn’t help but grow a bit. Yes, it did kind of look like shit, but that’s what made it so special. It was made from garbage into something beautiful for you, and could you really expect a twelve year-old boy to be capable of gathering expensive materials to make you something fancy-looking?

Your eyes then trailed away from your reflection in the mirror down to the wanted poster still laid out on your desk. A part of you couldn’t believe that the boy you’d had a crush on as a preteen had grown to be the man in the photo; that he was the same person who’d liked you enough to make you a necklace, just because he’d felt like it.

What would you do when meeting him again? It was a thought that plagued your mind repeatedly all day long, to a point that you were certain you’d be dreaming about it tonight. That was, if you were even able to sleep, feeling so nervous that you couldn’t be sure if sleeping was doable at the moment.

But your body said otherwise, as you let out a yawn, feeling tired despite your mind that ran wild with thought, awake as ever. You stretched and looked over your belongings one more time, before deciding you had everything you needed. With another yawn, you fell backwards into your bed, curling up underneath the warm covers and, to your surprise, fell asleep with ease.

[desceros]

symphony ch 20 is really giving 'let you break my heart again by laufey' and as i listen to it i feel everything ruining me all over again.

I FEEL LIKE THE LYRICS FIT VIOLA-CHAN IN HER SITUATION... IMAGINING HER CURLED UP IN HER ROOM THIS PLAYING ON BLAST .....

(hey. hey descreos. my fellow hopeless romantic. you should go listen to her discography.)

ooooooooh……ohhh………

[dxsole]

Her art supplies are not as professional as she'd like them to be. She dreams about one day having a studio all to herself, all her tools in mason jars all lined up on a table just for her. To have expert-grade pastels and creamy paints and spray cans and anything else she could possibly experiment with—

But then she remembers who she is and what she's done and that she's never leaving.

"When the world seems small, it's easy to start obsessing over things." She comments to no one in particular, methodically scribbling with a peach-colored crayon, attempting to get this section of morbid artwork done.

[tunas-universe]

Hopes for Legends: Z-A ancestors/descendants :0

Will do both because when the fuck does this game take place

Kalos characters:

- Obviously the Sycamore-Diantha-Lysandre trio :0 (same w/ descendants)

- Potentially Emma? It would be cool to see an investigative journalist Emma ancestor

- VALERIE BECAUSE 1880’s-1960’S FUTURISTIC FASHION ON HERRRR????

- Olympia because I think her ancestor/descendant would look cool :]

- If in the past like 1960’s… younger Ramos?

- Obviously Serena and Calem

- CLEMONT AND BONNIE

- Grant because I think he’s neat

- Viola as a newsperson :)

- Xerosic descendant,,,

Etc. gens

- I’d expect to see a few Johto relatives? Especially with all the teasing, and Unova too. Imagine how cool it would be to have a Bianca relative running around.

- Fantina because it’s implied she comes from Kalos? I might be wrong

- LILLIE GLADION AND LUSAMINE FAMILY (specifically ancestors IT WOULD BE SO COOL)

- If set in the future, some URS descendants might be there? (Because they’re my blorbos + Given how French inspired they are for some reason, if Dulse gets a descendant and their name isn’t some form of Maria I’m going to sob ITS RIGHYT THERE, AND ACE WOULD BE AN AMAZING NAME FOR A SOLIERA DESCENDANT AND IT’S F R E N CH)

- Sada ancestor Turo descendant…

Will make a part two because I have more ideas but I gotta go to school :(