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lacrymatoryao3 · 1 year ago

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Redemption Was Just The Beginning

Chapter 5: December, 1899 (Continued)

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To the world, Arthur Morgan is dead. As he tries to face the idea, in a lush valley in Ambarino he comes face to face with a woman from his past, and they must reckon with an era long gone. Especially when she has secrets of her own.

(Rated explicit simply because eventually there’s smut in this.)

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It was too early. Much too early. It wasn’t long ago where Arthur wasn’t phased by waking up as the sun crept into the sky. Just a cup of usually sub-par coffee and he was good to go. Then again, it also wasn’t that long ago where he was contented sleeping under a tarp open to the air and elements, on an old cot with a shitty inch thick pad for a mattress and nothing else. He often did it fully clothed to roll out and get going on whatever harebrained scheme or errand Dutch thrust upon him. When they could finally escape from Colter, settling the camp at Horseshoe Overlook, Uncle had remarked on the way to Valentine with the girls in the wagon that Arthur was ‘going soft’. Maybe it was true, given he stopped and helped a stagecoach driver who wrecked outside the town get one of the horses back, but he imagined the old man’s remarks if he saw what Arthur lived currently lived like. In a few short months, Ana had spoiled him. Tamed him. Civilized him.

The breakfast on the table was something Ana could whip up quick. They were thick tortillas stuffed with ground beef, fresh cheese, tomatoes, and corn. Ana sat listlessly with coffee. The only one fully awake was the boy, buzzing in his seat. He was the first in his outerwear, the first out the door, bringing Delfina and a horse to pull the flatbed sleigh.

“Can I ride with Mr. Callahan, Mama?” Arthur Francisco cried with boundless energy.

“If he’s okay with it, sure.” Ana mumbled crawling into the sleigh driver seat as Arthur attached the horse.

The boy looked at Arthur beggingly with his bright and youthful blue eyes… Which, in all honesty, made Arthur uncomfortable sometimes, “Yeah, come on.”

He picked up and put Arthur Francisco onto the back of Delfina, lifting himself into the saddle.

“It’s a bit of a ride, but if everything goes well we’ll be back by lunchtime.” Ana said, “Arthur Francisco will navigate and I’ll follow behind. The game trails are pretty wide so we shouldn’t need to carry the tree far.”

With that, they headed West into the dense forest, farther and farther away from what little civilization there was. Delfina whinnied indignantly as Arthur urged her through the high snow drifts. Arthur patted her on the neck, trying to soothe her with soft and comforting words through the cigarette between his teeth. The sunlight broke through the tall evergreens in the dense forest in brilliant beams. There was no sound except the heavy breathing of the horses and the babble of a creek flowing under ice nearby. The isolation was a familiar comfort for Arthur, as well as something that heightened his guard. He gripped the end of his repeater, his ear pricking at any crunch of the ground or snapping of twigs. There was so much lurking. Wolves, cougars, all were hungry and mean this time of year.

Arthur and the boy wandered ahead. Arthur Francisco waited until his mother was out of earshot, chewing on his lip, “Can I ask you a question, Mr. Callahan?”

Arthur glanced over his shoulder and shrugged, “Sure, kid.”

“Did you and Mama meet before? She acts like she’s known you a long time.”

“We did, yeah.” Arthur explained, “We were both real young. That was a long time ago. You wasn’t born yet.”

Arthur Francisco quietly considered things before pushing on, “Does that mean you know who my father is?”

Arthur slowed Delfina to a walk. His stomach felt like it did a nauseating flip. He cleared his throat, mouth going dry, “What you mean? Ain’t that the feller your Mama married?”

Arthur Francisco shook his head, “No.”

“How do you know that?”

“Well… I figured it out when I was little. Jacob was good to me, we had fun together before he got sick, so didn’t ask Mama until after he died. She told me the truth.”

“I see… She ever tell you anythin’ about him?”

“Not really. She says I’m like him, is all. She doesn’t talk about him much. I think it makes her sad. Like she misses him.”

“Well, your Mama had went through a lot of nasty things,” Arthur said, swallowing hard, “I’m sure when you’re older, she’ll tell you things you need to know.”

Arthur Francisco sighed, “Yeah. She said they did bad things to survive once. I just hope he’s still out there.

Arthur stammered, “Y-yeah… I do too.”

The trail ended at the rocky foot of the mountain range. Arthur hitched Delfina to a fallen log when Ana caught up. They trekked the rest of the way on foot. In the spring and summer it might not have taken long, but with the buildup it was a challenge the entire way. Except for Arthur Francisco who bounded through the snow and making a fairly even path for Arthur and Ana to follow. At the bottom of a ridge there was a cluster of young fir trees. Arthur looked to Ana. He didn’t really know what qualities a perfect Christmas tree comprised of.

Ana carefully inspected each of them in the group. She compared their heights to her own, reaching to touch the very tips. She scrutinized their widths, so that it could fit through the door into the house. She took of a glove and felt the cold needles with her bare hands, seeing which ones were soft and not sharp and prickly. She lightly bent a branch or two, determining how sturdy they were for the weight of the things that was going to be put on them. She even smelled them, so the scent wouldn’t be unpleasant. Once she settled on the best one she checked with her son. He agreed with high enthusiasm.

“Okay!” Ana called out, “I’ll hold onto it. Arthur, you’re the strongest so I think you should start cutting it. Leave a little for Arthur Francisco to do, so he can learn.”

Arthur started sawing it low and evenly to the ground. Once it was three quarters of the way, Arthur Francisco took over. He helped Ana keep the tree in place, so when it was free it wouldn’t topple onto her. Together they all carried it to the sled, covering it with a large canvas sheet and tying it down with heavy ropes. The boy did everything he could to assist. He wasn’t as powerful as Arthur was, yet anyway, but he had an iron determination.

“That is beautiful! Good job you two!” Ana cheered, climbing back into her seat, “We’ve certainly earned Champurrado when we get home!”

Arthur smiled, but the gesture didn’t reach his eyes. Ana recognized it when she gazed at him. She knew what it meant, like all those years before, there was a thought in his mind troubling him and he didn’t want anyone to notice it. She called over Arthur Francisco, convincing him to ride with her under the guise that he should watch to make sure the tree was okay as they started back. She didn’t dare inquire about it with her son around. She didn’t ask him, either. God… What had that boy said?

She looked at Arthur now and again as he rode beside them, with that look on his face when he was deep in thought. She was so close… But so, so far.

The house was a welcome relief. Ana sighed feeling warmth again, as they brought the tree into the living room and shoving the trunk into the tree stand waiting in front of the bay window. She rushed to close the door to keep the heat in. They stripped from their snow covered coats and hats, pulling off their wet and icy boots.

She heard her son say “it’s going to be so exciting to decorate!”. Arthur followed him, only replying with a half-there “mhm.”.

‘Christmas’ had a different meaning to Arthur. He couldn't remember what it was like when his mother was alive. When it was just him and his father it didn’t exist. With the gang it was just another night of drunken revelry around the campfire, with gifts of necessary items for him when he was still young. That later was the same with John. It didn’t have all that much importance until Jack was born, Abigail trying to give him some semblance of a normal childhood. Though even then, what he was given was limited.

It didn’t mean much to Ana when she was with them, either. Granted, she didn’t have the means or the ability. She was making up for it, with a mixture of things from her own country and the more familiar traditions found in America. On the walls were boughs of cedar that gave off a pleasant scent. Draped over the door frames and fireplace mantles was garlands of holly with bright red bows. On every table imaginable were vases filled with a flower with wide red petals from Mexico, Ana called them Nochebuenas. In every room there was some image of the Nativity, if not more than one. On top of the fireplace mantle was the most important one, figures carved from wood and painted, Ana adding the characters to it on certain days.

She opened a chest and pulled out multiple kinds of decorations. They wrapped a garland of glass, opalescent pearls around the tree. In an orderly pattern they hung colorful glass baubles, walnuts painted gold with ribbons at the wide end, handmade straw ornaments shaped like snowflakes, and seasonal paper graphics cut out of old cards on the branches. From the tip they draped paper chains and covered by a hollow skirted figure of the Virgin Mary holding the child Christ. It was like they were a family, admiring their work for a moment when it was finished.

Ana brought a tray of bowl-like cups filled with Champurrado, a sweet hot chocolate drink flavored with cinnamon. The boy sat on Ana’s lap. She tenderly wrapped a heavy quilt around him.

Heavy hearted, Arthur imagined Eliza and Isaac. He calculated how old would that boy even be now if he had lived. 13, maybe 14? He would be starting to become a man. What would he have looked like? The misfortune of resembling his father? Or the long, round face and kind eyes of his mother? He looked away, focusing on his drink, staring into the fire. He bottled it up as quickly as it came, the searing pain that tore through his mind and soul. He didn’t do enough for them. He told Eliza he would do what he could to do right by her and the child he helped create in an ill-thought moment of heartbroken passion. With their fate as it had become, he failed them.

Like a spectator he saw what he had always longed for. Like a fool, he threw every opportunity to have it away. All for the loyalty of the man who saved him, molded who he was, threw him away. Near him could have been Mary and whatever child they could have had if they had actually had ran away like they both wanted and even planned many times before. It could have been Eliza and Isaac if he hadn’t been an idiot and fully took responsibility. They would have lived.

He never let himself fully grieve.

God damn you, Dutch…

Arthur ended up drowning his demons the best way he knew. When things wound down, the boy in bed, Ana slipping into the dining room to wrap the gifts delivered to the house in the mail, he sought solace in a bottle of old unopened bourbon that was dusty and forgotten in the back of the kitchen cabinet. He ripped the yellowing label covering the plug with ease, jamming a knife into the cork and pulling it out. It made a loud popping sound with a short burst of visible fumes escaping the top. He put it to his lips, not bothering with a glass. He swallowed a quarter of the liquid in one go, burning down his throat. He hadn’t had a proper drink in so long. The warmth of it spread through his body, the effects quickly hazing his thoughts and vision.

Everything was destroying him. Every doubt and fear. The questions, the unknown. Why couldn’t he have just died? There was too much before him. What can he do? He never had a proper job before all this. What was he even really good at? Besides robbing and killing, that is.

He slammed the quickly empty bottle on the counter. With his inhibitions thoroughly suppressed he staggered into the dining room. He stopped at the entryway, Ana sat humming to herself while wrapping something in blue paper.

Through the fuzziness he saw her like she was when he was wild. The anger she had… It was so strong once, so fiery, there were times when she sat alone in the camp she shook with it. She was just as beautiful. A kind he only had for a brief moment in time that slipped from his grasp. They had once found comfort in each other. Heartbreak and pain melting away in one’s company, connected and entwined by limbs and a bed sheet. And one day… She was gone. She would never admit it, but he knew it was his fault somehow. It always was.

She was different now, as was he. Their anger became forlornness, but she had more to hold onto. She was a successful landlady with a group loyal to her as any gang would be. She was a mother.

A mother… To a boy… Ten years old with cerulean blue eyes.

He couldn’t take it any longer. He marched into the room, running into one of the fancy chairs. He held onto its back to keep himself upright. He stared at her through glossy, unfocused vision. Her brows furrowed with concern at the sight of antics. She opened her mouth to speak, but Arthur was first.

“That boy is mine, ain’t he?” He said with no hesitation.

Ana’s worry changed to seriousness. She looked down and sighed, “I was wondering when you’d ask.”

She motioned him to sit down, holding the chair’s arm steady as he wobbled against the table to do so.

“He is, yes.” She said.

All this time. All this time there was another child he had and barely knew. If he had any idea, so much could have gone differently. He could have made up for where he went wrong before. Some of the hole in his heart could have been filled. He felt so many things, anger, anguish, and sorrow.

“Is that…” Arthur sputtered, “Is that why you left…?”

Ana’s long silence terrified him.

“Yes and no. I had been thinking about it for a time before that. After Fernando was dealt with, I thought I’d feel better. Feel safe. Instead, I only felt hollow. All I knew was that life had tired me. I couldn’t do for much longer. All that was keeping me was you… And that fell apart when I saw you had a meeting with Mary.”

Ana reached over and squeezed his shoulder, bringing down her walls and letting her vulnerabilities be known for the first time in years, “And I’m not going to deny that it didn’t hurt me. Then, as fate tends to do in those instances, I found out I was pregnant. Miss Grimshaw, of all people, was the one who told me. I had been feeling ill for a few weeks. I was good at hiding that most of the time, but that day… I was helping Pearson with the cooking. I don’t know what it was I was cutting up, but the smell was awful. So I excused myself and walked into the forest. I threw up like I had been doing. I didn’t realize Susan had followed me. She confronted me, sat me down and asked me several questions. How long it had been going on, when my last cycle was, the last time we had intimate, then she told me. She was horrible about it. She called me so many names, I was surprised she didn’t beat me. That was the push I needed. That wasn’t the environment to raise a child in, I knew that first hand. Reluctantly I wrote a letter to Dutch thanking him for all he had done for me, dropped it into his tent, took what I had and packed it on Enrique, and off I went.”

Arthur buried his flushed face in his hands. He knew what she was talking about with Mary. He had no idea Ana had witnessed it, or how. She had asked to see him, to tell him in person she was going to be married to someone else. It was the last time he expected to lay eyes on her. There wasn’t anything inappropriate about it, they held hands and she kissed him on the cheek as goodbye.

He beat hit fist against the table, “I’m a goddamn idiot!”

“No… No you’re not. I knew where your love was from the beginning. I knew it would never be with me, and I respected that.” Ana replied, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Arthur Francisco sooner. It was selfish of me.”

She never forgot when Arthur got that letter. After Mary had broke things off due to her father’s pressure, Arthur had met a young waitress named Eliza. It was a one night stand, as far as Ana understood. She had never met Eliza, but she had somehow found where the gang was staying once her condition was apparent. Ana was the only one he told about it, stoic until they were alone and broke down into a full on panic attack. Eliza knew about his life and didn’t expect much from him, but he did as right by her and their child as best he could. He gave them money, he saw them for several days every three or four months. She was the only one he told when he returned and saw their graves. She never asked how he knew they died in a robbery. It was too painful.

Perhaps that’s where her selfishness came in. Her son was the only thing that kept her going, aside from the business. She would protect him with bullets and blood, if she had to kill or die for him so be it. She knew Eliza was different. She didn’t experience the violence she had. She was outmatched, and lost her life as a result. That would never happen to them, but she could only imagine Isaac waiting for his father. He probably asked all the time, so used to the irregularities of Arthur’s life. Ana couldn’t bring herself to put her own son in that situation. He asked enough as it was, but to have it change from “can you tell me anything about him?” to “when do you think he’ll be back to see us?” was too much. It would be like losing him again and again.

“I don’t blame you, Anie,” Arthur conceded, “after all, the ugly and savage bastard I am, I wouldn’t want the boy to end up like me either.”

Ana shook her head, “I wish I knew who convinced you of that. Because if I did I would kill them. I… I can’t show you how I see you. If I could I would make whatever trade with God or the Devil to do it.”

She couldn’t put the thought that this was in part Dutch and Hosea’s doing, despite her deep respect for both men. It may never have been intentional, Hosea repeatedly said Arthur was smarter than he tended to let on, but as they made the man what he was they also ruined him. If given the chance Arthur was and could be a much better man, in all regards compared to Dutch. It may have posed a threat to his authority, and in the end it did. If he wasn’t so loyal to the fault he could have easily gone on his own or simply taken things over after Blackwater started to unravel Dutch’s fragile sanity.

Her own emotions were much more simple. Where Arthur thought himself as ignorant, she recognized his intelligence. He may have never gone to school, but he was smart, a quick learner, competent and well rounded in his skills. Where he saw nothing but nastiness and ugliness in the mirror, to her even after a decade he was still the most handsome man in the world. If she could prove that to him, he would be able to have whatever he wanted, whoever he wanted.

“And before you ask why, it’s because I care about you.” Ana continued, “I want to see you succeed. I want you to be happy, you deserve that just as much as anybody else.”

“No-”

“Yes! I will do whatever it takes for that to happen! After Christmas, we will discuss what you could do next. If you want to stay here, which I would prefer for… Our son’s sake. There’s plenty of land around. You could easily stake a claim and build a homestead. I’ve been considering buying some farmland and if I did I would need someone to run the operation, I could offer that position to you. It would work like the general store, all profits are split 50/50 after paying the hands.”

Ana took a deep breath, “It will never be like with Mary, but find a bride. There’s many, many young women here looking for husbands. You would be considerably more preferable than most men. And… If you really still want to continue with the idea it’s Mary Gillis or no one… I will help you find her. She may not have heard the news. If you two are meant to be, she will come for you.”

Ana stood and dimmed the lights in the dining room. She helped Arthur into his room, making sure he was comfortable. She wished him goodnight, dimming the rest of the house on her way upstairs and him her own bedroom. She caught sight of herself in the mirror of her vanity. She picked up every one of her own flaws. The faint lines slowly appearing on her face as she aged, the scar above her upper lip from where her brother struck her wearing their father's ring and cutting her when she was 12, the faded and barely noticeable circular burns from cigars on her upper arm that traveled to her back underneath her nightgown.

She crawled into her bed, alone like she had since she became the lady of the house. Appearances aside, she called herself a fool for the lingering hope that it would work now that they were older. They simply weren’t meant to be. A pained ache bubbled in her chest. She closed her eyes as her tears fell. She locked the hope away.

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francaoliveira · 3 months ago

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look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.

🦥ʙɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ || 🦥ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀꜱꜱ || 🦥ʙʟᴜᴇ ʜᴀʀʙᴏʀ, ɪʟʟɪɴᴏɪꜱ

🦋ꜰʀᴀɴᴄᴀ ᴅᴇʟꜰɪɴᴀ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇɪʀᴀ🦋

ᴀɢᴇ & ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: twenty-nine & june 22nd, 1995.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ & ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: cis-woman & she/her/hers.

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ & ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: panromantic pansexual.

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: single.

ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: mama to four animals: iria the scarlet macaw ; dulce the iguana ; bruna the guinea pig ; philip the dark calico cat.

ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀʜᴏᴏᴅ: forest lake.

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀꜱ: vet tech at bahia wildlife sanctuary ; part-time cashier at earthwave ; part-time zoology masters student at blue harbor university.

ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: giovana cordeiro.

🐊ᴛʟᴅʀ ( trigger warnings: heart attack & parental death )

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʜᴀʀʙᴏʀ, ɪʟʟɪɴᴏɪꜱ…

For the first five years of Franca Delfina Oliveira's life, she grew up in Salvadar, Bahia, Brazil with her parents, Rafael and Bruna Oliveira, and her older sister, Beatriz. Both of her parents were massive animal and nature lovers and held careers in helping the planet. The couple had always wanted to start up their own conservation organization after working with a wide variety of them in their home of Salvador. And so, after moving to the States when their daughters were young, they began to work towards making their life-long dream come true.

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʜᴀʀʙᴏʀ, ɪʟʟɪɴᴏɪꜱ…

The Bahia Wildlife Sanctuary has been opened since 2004, and Franca's whole world had been the sanctuary and the Oliveira family farm. Growing up and knowing what she wanted to do, she eventually earned her Wildlife Conservation degree through Unity Environmental University distant learning, spending those years traveling around the globe and volunteering for a wide variety of organizations, especially those for wildlife and conservation efforts. After earning her degree, she moved to Denver full-time and spent twenty-four months getting her vet tech degree from Bel Rea Vet Tech school. She got a job as a vet tech at the Denver Aquarium, working there for a year until, at the age of twenty-four, her mother died from a heart attack. Resulting in her returning back to Blue Harbor and spending the past two years working as a vet tech at the sanctuary and even getting a second, part-time job at Earthwave for an extra income. In fall of 2024, she officially started part-time schooling at Blue Harbor University so that she could earn her masters in Zoology.

ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴄᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴇᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ, ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

🦥ꜱᴏᴍᴇ Qᴜɪᴄᴋ ꜰᴀᴄᴛꜱ & ᴛɪᴅʙɪᴛꜱ

🦜While Franca had been living in Denver, the aquarium saved a truck full of animals from a poaching ring. One of those animals ended up being a Scarlet macaw. The bird had lost half of its left wing from the time it'd been taken from Costa Rica to Denver, and Franca had been in charge of taking care of her. The two became bonded and now, Iria the Macaw is under Franca's care. The two are rarely apart from each other.

🦜She had a reputation throughout her schoolyears as being the "Animal Lover Girl", always ready to talk about anyone and everyone about animals and better ways to help the planet. She even started up an Earth Club in high school. Not many people joined it, however.

🦜While her family has always been comfortable money-wise, they're not rich. All of their money has been put into the sanctuary and farm, ensuring that the animals and plants had the best care possible. They live in a fairly reasonable sized log cabin that they worked on themselves, and through the help of friends and extended family members whenever they visited from Brazil.

🦜With that being said, the Oliveiras made sure to visit their home country at least three times a year: Carnaval season, the middle of summer, and around Christmas. Staying connected to their family and culture is highly important to them, though they've been struggling to do so since Franca's mother passed.

🦜The farm is home to four horses, ten cows, a herd of sheep, three goats, five chickens and a rooster, two cats, two dogs, and a pond full of freshwater fish and frogs. They live next to the river and are about a ten minute walk, three minute drive, from the sanctuary.

🦜Along with Iria, Franca is the happy animal mama of Dulce the iguana, Bruna the guinea pig, and Philip the grandpa dark calico cat. And yes, she understands how rare Philip is. But no, she refuses to sell him. She either rescued or adopted all of her babies and loves them all greatly.

🦜Franca is primarily a vegan, but will sometimes adjust to a pescatarian diet every now and then.

🦜She is a certified adventure guide, having earned her certificate through Pure Explorations after partaking in their Nepal Adventure Guide Program.

🦜Summer after she graduated from high school and before she went off to Nepal (as mentioned above), she'd been able to go to Alaska for awhile to participate in Girls On Ice (now known as Inspiring Girls Expeditions): a mountaineering expedition with an alpine ecosystems focus.

🦜As mentioned in her bio, she participated in both SEAmester and Semester at Sea. She spent her fall semester with the first study abroad program, sailing from the Mediterranean, across the Atlantic, before making her way to the Caribbean. For Semester at Sea, she journeyed to Asia (Thailand, Vietnam, Malaysia, India), Africa (Kenya, South Africa, Ghana, Morocco), and Europe (Spain and Germany). I have a wc in mind for an ex-lover that she had been on both voyages with that became her biggest "what if", if anyone's interested!

🦜The best way to describe Franca's style is "hippie, granola girl with Brazilian and global touches". She loves brands like Wondery, Inkkas, FARM Rio, Sandcloud, Fahlo bracelets, Live Your Legend bracelets, Pura Vida bracelets, and others that's all about the great outdoors that has conservation efforts and that are connected to her culture and other cultures that she's able to appreciate. This will be further touched on in other posts.

🦥ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

🦜Franca's big sister, Beatriz (pls with Lucy Alves as her fc pls pls plsss)

🦜BWS and farm employees and volunteers

🦜Earthwave coworkers

🦜Fellow animal, nature, and earth lovers

🦜Franca's friends

🦜High school first love/ex

🦜Her SEAmester/Semester at Sea ex (AKA her greatest "what if" and the one that got away)

🦜Current and former hook-ups, dates, crushes (those she has crushes on, those who have crushes on her)

🦜Enemies/Anyone annoyed by her granola girl/ecowarrior schtick

#( facts & tidbits. 🦥 )

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modern-alebrije · 1 year ago

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oooh, i think the project rainbow models use the new body types.

like, delfina looks so tall whenever she's next to karla

#project rainbow #rainbow high #delfina young #karla choupette

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mydollsmovearoundatnight · 1 year ago

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My will is strong but my Delfina brainrot is stronger

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#i love her so much guys you don't get it #delfina young #rainbow high #shadow high #mga entertainment #jasper screams #jasper's art

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dinersaturn · 1 year ago

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#rainbow high icons #rainbow high #Delfina Young #my edits #my icons

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occult-roommates · 1 year ago

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A rotten corrupt world

After the banquet came Giuseppe's speech. He was going to do some emergency PR for himself trying to explain what was going on with that whole Delfina Baradoz situation. She had been invited to the summit, but had denied the invitation for some odd reason, so she wasn't even there to defend herself, it's perfect.

Giuseppe: Yes, Delfina, or Delphine as I call her, is my daughter. However, I would never try to hide one of my children, especially one who obviously look so much like me. You see, it all started when I married Gwenaelle Lorgn-

In the middle of his sentence, he was interrupted by Daniele, bursting into the conference room enraged. He ran towards the podium and punched his former childhood hero straight on the nose.

Daniele: Outta my way, old man!

Once the old spellcaster was on the ground, Daniele threw a temporary paralysis spell at him. It should last around only five minutes, but he still won't have much time to do his speech before security shows up.

Daniele: Hi everyone. My name is Daniele. I was born in Tartosa in the powerful Rossini family 23 years ago. When I was 12, I was diagnosed with progressive magic degeneration, and while my parents never claimed I was dead, they like to pretend that I am.

He quickly scanned the room and noticed standing in the very back, Dawud, Gwenn and Adem. They were just there, hoping they wouldn't get noticed by any of the staff or worse, by Giuseppe himself.

Daniele: I knew spellcasters with my disease or a similar to mine, or who were straight up born without powers, were treated horribly, but I didn't realize the extent of it until recently. Our society truly is vile towards our most vulnerable. I know we are all traumatized to a degree about being mistreated by humans, even by other occults sometime, but we need to understand that ironically, there is more to being a spellcaster than casting spells. I mean, do you really think humans see me as one of them?

He took a moment to catch his breath, then continued.

Daniele: People with my condition who have more typical spellcaster traits such as say, purple hair, don't even lose their traits! Hell, a few months ago we had a case of a young human man becoming a spellcasters, we're not as different as we claim to be. We like to claim we're different species, but we're clearly not like...just the fact we can have children with each other should be a big enough proof. We're all homo sapiens, we're all people. It's just that some of us can do magic, some of us grow fish tails underwater, some of us are half-bat, some of us turn into wolf during the full moon and some of us have dragonfly wings. Fuck, I'd even say we're all humans, how come us occults can't even get that words even though we objectively are human being too? Like, we're complacent in our literal dehumanization. This whole division thing is stupid, you realize a woman whose goal was literally to create peace between humans and spellcasters was demonize to hell and back like holy fuck! And it's not human who were demonizing her, I'm just saying. I understand, like I said, humans have mistreated us for centuries, I'm not forgiving them for that, but at least, can we just not let this pent up anger be redirected towards people like me or Delfina. Please.

Gwenn and Adem looked around, people were looking at them. Seems like they weren't that subtly hidden after all. Though, there was one person with them that hadn't been mentionned yet.

Daniele: And like, proof we're not so different, both "regular" humans and spellcasters get mad when we start dating each other, or if we fall in love with other occults. A-A-And...I no longer care that you're human, Dawud, I love you.

Dawud turned bright red, and was now totally outed as a human to the rest of the crowd who had no idea who he is. He literally did not know how to respond. The guy really made a whole speech, a poignant speech in spite of it being improvised on the spot, begging for acceptance to his community, a speech which might go down in spellcasting history even, and then ended it with a gay love confession.

Adem: Dude, I think he might be talking about you.

Dawud: Y-Yeah.

Anyway, he would not have the time to give Daniele an answer live, as security barged in right after. Even if one of them secretly agreed with the speech, he started it by punching an old guy unprovoked.

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