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emmys-grimoire · 4 years ago

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Lesson 57 analysis + 58 predictions

It's less exciting than anticipated, probably.

tl;dr Summary

We start asleep, but overhearing Satan + Belphegor plotting to prank us. You can choose how to surprise and foil them. They're just here to tell you breakfast is ready. Belphegor finally rewards you with the star of diligence: MC is one star away from completing the exam and earning their sorcerer's license.

Lucifer is eager to make MC a full-fledged sorcerer because he could use them to ward off Solomon's advances, which apparently he's still making. Asmo tells us that Solomon is very picky, and driven, when he's choosing who to pact with.

And he's apparently very adamant about getting Lucifer.

The others note that Mammon and Leviathan are acting unusual, and they clearly are very distracted. We decide to ignore the strangeness for now and answer Barbatos's summons to Hotel Corvo.

And guess who is also being summoned!

We arrive, and Diavolo informs us that there's an evil phantom now haunting the hotel. Not just any ol' phantom, though: a bogeyman.

Apparently they're pretty tough and might have the upperhand against demons. They take the form of what their victims' fear most. They put several hotel guests in the hospital.

We find out that the reason why Mammon and Leviathan are being so weird is because they know they're responsible for the bogeyman being in Hotel Corvo: they went wild with Crowe upgrades and summoned it accidentally, then ordered Crowe to teleport it to Hotel Corvo after it transformed into Lucifer and scared them out of their wits.

Obviously, Lucifer's not happy! Barbatos assigns him to "fix" the problem. The brothers want to leave Mammon and Leviathan to do it on their own, but of course we can't have that.

Diavolo also seems keen on joining, but Barbatos turns on the scary fake smile and Diavolo relents.

Then the others show up! It sounds like it wasn't a planned get-together, but Solomon is eager to make the best of it. He wants to make our quest to banish the bogeyman MC's final trial.

Simeon is initially reluctant, but MC convinces him to join.

And then we're off down a creepy hallway in the hotel. The lesson ends on a cliffhanger as the creature at the end of the hallway suddenly attacks us.

Don't worry, Lucy will save us, probably.

This is the start of the trial of humility.

Analysis

Barbatos's Plan

Probably the most noteworthy thing about this lesson is how clearly Barbatos is setting all this up, even though he has no visibly obvious motivation to do so. He's summoned everyone to the same location under different auspices and he's making sure Diavolo isn't around. We still didn't get any insight on what he and Lucifer talked about, but I think Lucifer's being deliberately steered by him in this direction, too.

Since this doesn't seem to be something he's coordinating with Solomon, it leads me to believe he's either doing something to foil Michael's plan or he's setting up some kind of trap for the guy. For whatever reason, he doesn't want anyone else to catch on just yet.

Simeon's reluctance to stick around and help us is also noteworthy: he probably has Michael plans on the brain, and his intuition is probably trying to warn him. Alas, he can't say no to you.

Also, the BG being a bunch of doors and keys probably means something. Barbatos's room has multiple doors which lead to multiple places, I think: can't remember if they're just portals to different parts of the three realms or different points in time, but if I was a betting gal, I'd put my money on the latter. It doesn't look like his room (it looks like an old hotel), but I wouldn't be surprised if these doors lead to "flashbacks" similar to the ones we ran into back in the fake House of Lamentation.

The Bogeyman and Lucy's fears

It's implied that the bogeyman has powers that may make it difficult for demons in particular to cull. It sounds something an angel might be effective against, though, because Solomon insists Simeon accompany the group just in case "things go south". Though Simeon seems unsure if he can actually be effective against it.

Who do you think is stronger than Simeon, who is an archangel who was once a seraphim? He could just be downplaying his power, too: he's less threatening that way.

The bogeyman also has the ability to take the form of whoever or whatever his victim fears the most: we discover that Mammon and Leviathan fear Lucifer the most when they initially summon it.

This trial is 100% going to involve Lucifer facing what he fears the most. My guesses: it'll be either Father or Michael. They can do the former if MC doesn't necessarily see the same form Lucifer sees (they likely fear something different)... but if whatever form the bogeyman takes is noticeable to everyone observing it, then it's going to be Michael because I don't think the devs are going to give God a tangible form for reasons.

Why Lucifer could fear Michael? Simple: not only was Michael the one capable of bringing him low during the Great Celestial War, but he may know Lucifer better than anyone. All his strengths, but more importantly, all his weaknesses. Lucifer fears being exposed as flawed and imperfect, particularly by those he considers his lessers. It's also not the first time he's expressed something akin to fear re: Michael.

Another possibility is Lilith. He could fear facing her after failed to protect her. That'd be difficult to manage on-screen, though, for obvious reasons. They haven't given Lilith a canon appearance yet and it's in their best interest not to because they've been using MC as the Lilith expy in the Celestial Realm flashbacks.

Whoever or whatever it is, it'll be fun.

Solomon and his pacts

Another thing this lesson did was remind us that Solomon really, really wants a pact with Lucifer. We found out a couple lessons ago that his whole motivation behind forging a pact with Asmo was his interest in Lucifer.

Up until this point, Solomon has been pretty upfront with his desires and usually backs down when they deny his request to make a pact. He asked Belphegor back in Season 1, and he hasn't brought it up again after he was rejected.

This doesn't seem to be the case with Lucifer, though. His rejections have been ignored.

He's being unusually cavalier about this whole situation so maybe he would try to manipulate the current situation to wring a pact out of Lucifer, since he hasn't been deterred yet and something needs to change in order for him to get what he wants.

I don't know. Lucifer might be his blind spot, and something he wants badly enough to step over the line, so to speak. Why he wants Lucifer so bad is another head scratcher, but it could very well be because just because the guy is incredibly powerful.

Or this is just another red herring meant to make us suspicious of Solomon again. I guess we'll see.

Predictions

We have only three lessons left, and they set this lesson up as the lead into the climax, which is going to be later than where it was in season 2. But it can't afford to happen much later. 58 will give us the first half of the climax at least, and I won't be surprised if it wraps it up entirely in one lesson so we can have both 59 and 60 to say our goodbyes. It'll feel pretty rushed otherwise.

Michael's showing up in some capacity. I'm much more willing to bet on a face reveal now than I was at the beginning of the season: we haven't heard anything from him directly since the first flashback -- not even another chat -- and he hasn't even officially introduced himself yet. But we've been hearing all about him this season, and they've made it a point to let us know he's working on something behind the scenes. It feels like most of this season was softening the ground for his arrival, and he'll drop in to get us hyped for the next season.

I think we're headed back to the Celestial Realm, baby!

Luke's not with us at the haunted hotel, so he'll likely remain oblivious about what happened during the Great Celestial War until next season. Simeon's not gonna fall because he'll probably need to be our tour guide, and we have a bunch to explore about his background, too.

I was hoping we'd get some kind of conflict with the Sorcerer's Society as a part of the completion of the exam but I'm not sure if they can fit all that in now. Kind of disappointing: trying to smooth things over with them sounds much more interesting than Mammon + Levi just letting out a literal boogeyman. I don't think they're using their story themes as effectively as they could be. It's just Levi's tech going awry again, like it always does.

How I'll rate this season will depend entirely on what the climax actually turns out to be, but so far I'd rank it higher than season 2 but lower than season 1 because of the re-used tropes. Stop teasing us and just give us meaty conflict already.

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obeyme-kaidii · 4 years ago

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Lesson 45 Summary

MC continues to study sorcery with Solomon’s help, and begins the process of acquiring their “Sorcerer’s License.”

***SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT***

The day begins with MC helping the brothers learn their way around human world appliances and food. Asmo points out that it’s been a long time since he’s been in the human world, and that it’s progressed considerably since then. Beel agrees, stating that they make progress very quickly. Asmo wonders if it’s perhaps because they haven’t changed all that much themselves, so it only seems that way.

Lucifer reminds MC that they have a meeting with Solomon. MC is initially confused, but then Lucifer remembers that they had passed out because of Solomon’s food in Lesson 42, so they likely didn’t hear when Solomon was making those plans. He then explains that MC is meeting up with Solomon and he and Beel are coming along. The brothers, predictably, complain. But Belphie seems to have some idea as to why Lucifer and Beel were chosen, though he doesn’t explain further.

After breakfast, MC, Lucifer, and Beel meet up with Solomon in front of the Sorcerers’ Society Headquarters. The society is tasked with providing assistance to sorcerers living in the human realm. The way Solomon speaks about them, indicates that he doesn’t exactly have a lot of respect for the organization. (Some of this is explained later)

Solomon explains that to become an official sorcerer, the Society issues you a license. Much like learning to drive, you are first granted a provisional license before you are able to apply for your full license.

Lucifer attempts to ask Solomon why he and Beel are needed in order for MC to apply for their license, and Solomon deflects, saying it will all make sense once they are inside. Lucifer is of course suspicious of Solomon’s intentions, but nevertheless, follows him inside the building.

Once inside the building, the group is noticed by other sorcerers immediately who recognize both Beel and Lucifer as powerful, well known demons. It seems that some did not believe that Solomon’s apprentice had actually “tamed” the seven rulers of the Devildom. With Beel and Lucifer accompanying them, this proves that they had, and makes Solomon be taken more seriously.

Solomon goes on to explain he’s actually on bad terms with the Society (why is this not surprising?). This apparently has a negative effect on MC’s ability to be issued a license. And it turns out that Solomon actually founded the society back in ye olden days, with the help of his talented apprentice, and eventually left the Society after a difference of opinion.

He then tasks Lucifer and Beel with protecting MC, to make sure they aren’t harassed during their visit.

Without answering any further questions from the brothers, Solomon leads the way to the reception area where MC starts the registration process. The receptionist does not seem at all pleased to see Solomon, but he smiles and continues on like he doesn’t notice.

Solomon instructs MC to hold out their hand, and the receptionist presses their staff to the back of their hand, causing a seal to appear. The magical seal takes on the shape of 3 staves and 7 stars - the crest of the Sorcerers’ Society, Lucifer explains, having recognized the symbols.

The 3 staves are to represent the “Three Magi” who are responsible for “inventing the magical arts”. And the 7 stars represent the “seven virtues” - temperance, chastity, generosity, patience, diligence, gratitude, and humility.

(In other words, the opposites of the Sins the brothers represent - gluttony, lust, greed, wrath, sloth, envy, pride (in order))

Solomon then explains that in order to be granted a license, MC must complete seven trials, and will be awarded 1 star for each. According to tradition, Solomon will give MC their first trial as their master.

Solomon then casts a spell on Lucifer, temporarily restraining him. Lucifer and Beel are understandably angry, and MC has the option of yelling at Solomon for what he is doing. Lucifer is quick to shift into his demon form, as is Beel, but he stops Beel from intervening - insisting that a simple spell like that was not enough to stop him.

Not wanting to anger Lucifer further, he then explains that this is all part of the test for MC. Wanting to do what he can to help MC, Lucifer stops resisting and let’s Solomon continue. Solomon then casts the next part of his spell, and shrinks Lucifer down so that he can fit in the palm of MC’s hand (omg this sounds so cute 😭 someone draw this please).

Lucifer is completely embarrassed, and MC is able to ask Solomon to turn them back, but he refuses, explaining that it’s part of MC’s test. They are to “protect Lucifer for one full day” (24 hrs).

Beel thinks that will be easy, saying they just have to hide out at home. But Lucifer then points out that his brothers are in fact the ones most likely to cause trouble for him, so home is probably the last place he’ll be safe. Solomon goes on to explain that MC cannot command the brothers and restrain them. They instead must rely on Beel’s powers to keep Lucifer safe. Beel is also forbidden from acting on his own to protect Lucifer.

Solomon states he’s going to be staying with them to oversee the test, apparently amused by the situation which only annoys Lucifer more (angy mini Luci is an adorable mental image 😂).

The first place they head to is Simeon’s cafe. Both Simeon and Luke are shocked to see mini Lucifer, and find him absolutely adorable. Simeon teases Lucifer about how cute he is, poking his cheeks and making Lucifer blush. When Luke tries to poke his cheeks too, Lucifer still manages to intimidate him and scares Luke away. MC is then given the option of poking his cheeks or petting him, making Luke and Beel jealous that they can’t do the same.

Beel points out that even though Lucifer has only shrank, he actually smells like a human now. Luke is surprised to learn that Beel can tell the difference, and Beel explains that everyone smells different - even Luke, who he says smells like an angel. Simeon continues to tease Lucifer about his current condition and how it must be because he cares so much for MC. Lucifer ignores Simeon’s taunts, reminding the group they need a plan to keep him safe before they can go home.

Solomon explains that in order to harness Beel’s powers, they must first learn how to draw out his “true power”. He goes on to say that simply saying the same incantation that MC used in Season 1 to harness Asmo’s power won’t work - MC needs to understand Beel “true nature.” It’s decided that MC should spend as much time with Beel as possible (including sleeping with him, which makes mini Luci super jelly) in order to learn more about him and what makes Beel, Beel.

Lucifer states that he will be sleeping in the same room as Beel and MC, since he has to stay close so they can protect him. And Solomon chimes in that he’ll be sleeping with them too so that he can keep an eye on things. He gets excited about the idea of a “pajama party” with the group, and Luke and Simeon are obviously jealous that they can’t join them.

At home, Lucifer and Beel go over the plan once again, reminding MC to stay on their guard and to protect Lucifer. Solomon thinks they are being over dramatic, but Lucifer assured him that he’s underestimating what his brothers are capable of and the lengths they’d go through to harass him. Solomon asks why his brothers hate him so much, and Beel explains they don’t really hate him and MC is able to agree with him, encouraging and comforting Lucifer.

They finally head inside, and the first thing they hear is a voice chanting a spell. Soon, they all are falling through the darkness. Everyone then realized that they aren’t actually falling, that it’s just an illusion. When the illusion clears they find themselves in an odd building. Lucifer identifies the voice that he heard earlier as Satan’s and wonders if he perhaps created a world to trap them in. But Beel recognizes the location as a building from one of Levi’s video games. (And Lucifer immediately calls Levi a bastard for trapping him in another game. 😂)

Levi then makes a dramatic entrance, completely in character as the Lord of Shadow. Beel, Lucifer, and Solomon are not impressed with Levi’s performance, exasperated at being trapped in another video game.

Levi doesn’t let them discourage him for long though, quickly turning to MC to explain what it is they are doing there. MC must defeat the “Demon Lord Satan” in order to save the world (and thus win the game). Lucifer ignores Levi, demanding that Solomon returns them home immediately, but Solomon insists he is unable to do so since he doesn’t even know where they are right now (which I think is total bullshit, but I digress).

Beel then explains to Levi what the situation is - that MC has to protect Lucifer as part of their test, and that they can’t do anything that would put either of them in danger (and I’m assuming that Levi already knows this because he didn’t say a thing when he saw Lucifer). He then says that they absolutely cannot go find Satan, since that would be the worst possible thing to do with Lucifer.

But Levi is a step ahead, and already knew that they wouldn’t want to seek out Satan. He summons up a projection of sorts of Satan, allowing him to speak to the group. It appears that Diavolo snuck off to the human world for a surprise visit (without informing Barbatos, but come on, we all know the butler knew this was going to happen), and Satan has now taken him hostage as an incentive to get Lucifer to participate.

Staying in character, Levi gives MC some money (100 Grimm to be exact, which yes, shows up in your in game mailbox lol) so they can purchase some armor and supplies. (And please play along with Levi 🥺) Levi then gives MC a special “Lord of Shadow” talisman, wishing them luck on their journey. Lucifer, now thoroughly annoyed, reminds Levi that there will be consequences for doing this to them. And Levi, the super cute otaku that he is, explains he just wanted to play a new game with his brothers. 🥺

(NOTE - Based on an in game chat between Barbatos and Simeon, I believe it was Simeon that alerted Levi and his brothers of Lucifer’s...condition. Which is just another point in the “Simeon is an asshole” column.)

The group then heads into the nearby town to start their journey. The first thing they decide to look for is armor and weapons. MC is given the option of breaking nearby barrels (just like in an RPG), which Solomon finds extremely amusing, so he joins MC in smashing things before Lucifer yells at them to stop screwing around and find a weapons shop. 😂

After finally locating the weapons shop, they realize that Little D Number 2 is actually in charge. Solomon remarks that the equipment doesn’t look that great, but Beel is quick to point out that it’s the first town in the game, so that’s usually how it works (and I find it super cute that Beel probably has experience with RPG games like this because he plays with Levi 🥺❤️). When Beel tries to ask Number 2 if he sells food, he soon grows frustrated when he learns that, just like a video game character, Number 2 can only respond using certain phrases.

Solomon eventually is able to buy gear for himself and MC (and thank god his sprite is now wearing his sorcerer outfit and not his hideous human world outfit 😂), and Beel says the only thing that would have fit Lucifer was a small outfit for a fairy, which Lucifer absolutely refuses to wear. Beel was really hoping for armor for himself, so MC is given the option of attempting to haggle with Number 2. Number 2 then offers them a quest - seek out the Greedy monster that is hanging out at the local casino (whom everyone immediately recognizes as Mammon), cheating people out of their money, and get back the money he stole from Number 2. Then Number 2 will gladly give them a great discount on a full armor set for the Lord of Flies.

Everyone decides it’s best to head to an inn for now to get some food and rest, and that they’ll go look for Mammon the following morning. While eating dinner, Lucifer has trouble since he’s so tiny, and MC is able to offer to cut it up for him. He then takes it a step further and asks to be fed (guess you have to enjoy what you can when you’re forced to be pocket size? Lol), making Solomon and Beel jealous.

When they are done eating, they head up to their room and Solomon explains that they will need to share beds since Levi didn’t give them enough Grimm for a bigger room. Solomon and Lucifer will be in one bed, with Beel and MC in the other.

Sometime after laying down, Beel attempts to talk to Lucifer about Satan, but he doesn’t answer. MC then is able to talk to Beel and reassure him that Satan likes Lucifer, he just has trouble admitting it. Beel then tells MC the story of how he came to respect Lucifer -

As a young angel, Beel’s only gift was his strength, and he struggled to control his powers. Often making a mess of things, with Raphael giving him a hard time. One day, Lucifer comes to check on Beel and offers him some words of encouragement. He tells him that being a Celestial Realm soldier isn’t about attacking, but protecting. And that Beel’s powers mean he can protect everyone. He then goes on to say that once Beel learns to control his powers, he’ll recommend him as a cherubim and get him a position as a Celestial Realm Gatekeeper. This was a huge boost to Beel’s self esteem, and he’s been grateful to Lucifer ever since - swearing to do everything in his power to protect Lucifer.

Beel then explains to MC that he knows his brothers all love Lucifer too. Because they wouldn’t have fallen with him otherwise. He acknowledges that Satan’s situation was different, but since MC became part of their lives, he was an entirely different demon. In fact, Beel believes the same could be said for the rest of his brothers too, and he likes who his brothers are now with MC around more as well.

He then says this is why he likes MC so much, and MC is given the opportunity to kiss him. After sharing a sweet kiss, Beel corrects himself, stating he doesn’t like MC, but actually loves them.

Favorite Scenes -

Sorcerers’ Society Crest

Mini Luci

Mini Luci 2

The first test

Solomon is amused

Pets and pokes for mini Luci

Levi’s game

RPG life

Fairy Luci

Beel’s history with Lucifer

I love you Beel

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sluttbuttsstuff · 3 years ago

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LA SQUADRA BACKSTORY HEADCANONS PART 2

Here’s everyone else’s backstory, part one with Melone and Ghiacchio is here

https://sluttbuttsstuff.tumblr.com/post/652486890343268352/la-squadra-backstory-headcanons-part-1-ghiacchio

WARNINGS: dark themes, SFW

None of this is Canon of course, just speculation

PROSCUITTO AND PESCI:

I’m combining theirs because they’re so intertwined.

Prosciutto is a few years older than pesci, and they grew up in the same neighborhood.

By the time Prosciutto was in high school, Pesci was in 2-3rd grade, basically

Prosciutto was the younger of two children from an old school mafia family.

Pesci was the only child of a teen mom, and mostly raised by his grandmother.

To be honest, Prosciutto was kind of annoyed by Pesci when he first met him. He was a weird looking kid who was annoyingly clingy and kind of a crybaby

Pesci wasn't well liked by the other kids his age, and when they did hang or they usually either teased to poor kid or used him

Prosciutto was liked well enough by his peers, but he spent most of his time with people older than him- his father’s “associates” and new mafioso initiates.

There was one that Prosciutto became particularly close to- his uncle.

He was younger than most of the other mafiosos, and a lot less uptight than Prosciutto’s father.

He made Prosciutto feel like he was already apart of the gang, trusting him with family secrets, teaching him how to shoot and care for a gun, even bought Prosciutto his first pack of cigarettes

Prosciutto’s uncle made him feel like he was the capable adult and badass gangster he so desperately wanted to be.

Prosciutto’s father, of course, loved his Brother and wanted him to have a good relationship with Prosciutto, but he didn’t approve of his son’s involvement in the family business, at least not so young.

In truth, turns out Prosciutto’s uncle was a scumbag with a lot of gambling debts, and ended up getting himself into a lot of trouble

He was always bad at money, and thought he could get some from his brother, but he refused

Angry, Prosciutto’s uncle killed his brother, Prosciutto’s father, hoping to get some inheritance or at least steal some off of him

Prosciutto happened to hear and see everything, and in a rage, killed his uncle and mentor

Angry and betrayed, Prosciutto decided not to join his family’s gang, but to make a name and life for himself, and ended up settling with passione.

He had a difficult time, struggling to survive and make a name for himself, especially when he first got his stand.

Initially, he thought it was a useless stand; he didn’t see any potential in a stand that just makes someone get older

But then he realized he could disguise himself, age others into dust, and was promoted to hitman

Prosciutto learned a lot from his experience, and realized something very important

He and Pesci, the small boy who lived in his neighborhood, were one and the same

Used by their peers, potential ignored, betrayed by their family- the next time he saw Pesci playing by himself on the street Prosciutto treated him VERY differently

Pesci was surprised but nonetheless happy; his grandmother was nice to him, and his mother worked hard to support him, but he didn’t really have anyone to teach him how to be a man.

Prosciutto didn’t encourage Pesci to become a mafioso, but he never discouraged him either. He let Pesci decide for himself

Prosciutto tried to be a mentor that was the perfect mix of his father and uncle-strict with high expectations, but also caring and gentle when necessary

Pesci was able to stand up to his bullies thanks to Prosciutto, and Pesci idolized him for helping him so much

So naturally he wanted to be just like his mentor Prosciutto, hence joining Passione

In truth, Pesci is naturally gentle and kind, but at the same time, he knows there are lots of people being bullied and hurt like he was as a child

Its Pesci’s dream to not only live up to Prosciutto’s expectations, but to make sure he’s never weak and taken advantage of again like he was as a child

And also? He's never told anyone, but he secretly dreams of being able to protect and mentor others like Prosciutto did for him

It’s true that he can be cowardly and has issues with self-esteem, but he wants to make prosciutto proud, and I think he could have become a very capable, firm but fair mafioso like he wanted to

ILLUSIO:

Illusio is the oldest of two children from an average middle class Italian family.

From a young age, Illusio was very aware that both of his parents preferred his younger brother.

He was smarter, prettier, stronger, more charming etc and His parents didn’t bother hiding their preference

Illusio would work hard to earn their approval, helping around the house with chores and trying his best to do things that would make them happy, but his brother did it better

It aggravated Illusio to no end

To make things worse, his brother noticed the preference as well, and instead of sympathizing with illusio, or even just ignoring his effect, he was very cruel to Illusio

He would complain to his parents that Illusio’s room was bigger, and he would get illusio’s old room.

Illusio had a girlfriend? His brother would steal her away, just to spite Illusio.

Obviously, this gave Illusio a GIANT inferiority complex, and he grew to hate his brother more and more everyday

Finally, one day Illusio snapped, it was something insignificant, to this day Illusio can’t remember what it was that set him off

But he ended up strangling his brother to death.

It wasn’t planned, but he didn’t regret it. He quickly packed up what few things he had and ran away from home

Illusio hasn’t made any contact with his family, and they haven’t made any with him to this day. It’s probably better this way

He joined Passione soon after for protection against the law, and manifested Man in the Mirror

Man in the Mirror was obviously influenced with his fears of inadequacy, as well as manifesting a safe space from him from others

He would isolate himself when he was having issues with his family as a child, and that manifested into the mirror world when he received his stand

He’s become obsessed with himself and his self-appearance to overcompensate for his lack of support and care as a child, which is why it’s mirrors

Because he was so often gaslit as a child, he is able to physically control who comes or goes into his “World” as a means of protection and self preservation

FORMAGGIO:

Formaggio’s mom was a single parent, trying her best to raise him

She kept trying to find a husband, but she had a bad habit of picking awful dudes

Best case, Formaggio got ignored, worst case, he got hit a few times by his mom’s partner

Eventually, Formaggio’s mom landed a man who was willing to marry her and adopt Formaggio

He was nice enough to his mother, but he really wasn't interested in raising Formaggio at all

It didn’t help Formaggio was a hyperactive annoying child- he couldn’t help it, he was left to raise himself

Formaggio’s stepfather was fairly wealthy, and did regularly spoil him and his mom with presents and money

But he still mistreated Formaggio- purposefully ignoring him, beating him if he acted up

He and Formaggio fought a lot, and unfortunately Fomaggio’s mom sided with her new husband

She still worked most of the day, and had lost several boyfriends due to Formaggio’s behavior, so she thought that was the case here

Even if she wanted to, she literally couldn’t afford divorce- she needed his money

So Formaggio’s relationship with his stepfather got worse and worse

It wasn’t until Formaggio was a teenager, however, that Formaggio found a solution

He hung around a lot of bad kids,and got involved with Passione.

He found out that his stepfather had pissed off some higher ups in Passione

He ended up killing his stepfather to gain the favor of the gang, and that was how he got into la squadra

Also, He ended up leaving home, and never actually finished high school

Little Feet is a way for Formaggio to feel the control that he never had as a child, and to put his enemies into the same position he was in for years with his mother and stepfather

Like his mother and father, he still has to deal with monetary issues- he has problems saving money and wants to live it up while he has it.

Just another reason he was so eager to kill the boss and take over Passione

RISOTTO:

Risotto was the only child of his two parents, who died tragically in a car crash. Despite just being a baby, he was able to survive with minor injury, but his stand was awakened as a result

He was adopted by His Mother’s sister, and lived with his Aunt uncle and their own child.

Their family was HEAVILY religious, Roman Catholic of course, and very strict with Risotto and his cousin

His cousin, a few years older than Risotto, was the only one openly warm with him

His Aunt and Uncle were cold and distant, and it wasn’t helped by the fact that Risotto seemed to be “Cursed”

Accidents, though relatively small, followed Risotto like the plague

Kids who teased Risotto’s bizarre eyes would end up stepping on a nail at the playground

People who yelled at Risotto and his cousin on the street would get unexplained nosebleeds

Risotto’s aunt was starting to believe he was possessed by a demon, or being punished for some unknown sin

They started disciplining him whenever anything bizarre happened, and taking him to church

They even tried having an exorcist perform on him, but it continued

Risotto’s cousin didn’t believe it though, he knew Risotto wasn’t evil and wouldn’t hurt anyone

Without him, Risotto didn’t have a friend in the world

His eyes were odd, he prematurely greyed, and he grew very tall and large from a young age.

So he got a lot of weird looks, followed by random accidents and bloody injuries which got worse and worse

It started to become too much for Risotto, and his cousin realized this

He knew he and Risotto had to get away from his parents, so he got a driver’s license, saved up money, and made a plan with Risotto to escape

On the day they planned to leave, their Parents caught them, and got into a big fight

There was lots of yelling, even some violence, but Risotto and his cousin managed to escape

As they were leaving, Risotto’s aunt called out that they were disowned, and that Risotto was an evil monster

In the car, Risotto’s cousin tried to comfort him, who was visibly upset, but he just couldn’t stay calm.

As if possessed, His cousins arms moved the steering wheel, screaming in pain

Nails and Razor blades were poking out of his skin, and he lost control of the car

They ended up crashing the car, and Risotto’s cousin was dying

Risotto’s cousin looked at Risotto like he never had before: Afraid.

He called him a monster, that he must have really hurt all those other people, and now he had killed him

His cousin died in Risotto’s arms, and Risotto lost everything

He destroyed the car he and his cousin had been in, and everyone assumed he had died in the wreckage

Eventually, his talents were noticed by Passione, and he worked his way up to head Capo of La Squadra Execuzione

Risotto never fully recovered from losing his cousin, and became obsessed with controlling his powers and emotions

As a result, he became a cold and ruthless leader his men respected

However, he can’t help caring for his squad, they’re all he has left at this point

His job, his teammates, they’re all his life consists of at this point.

Why is his stand like that? Who knows, he was just a child when he manifested it

It wasn’t his choice to have this power, but he’ll make the best of it, for his team’s sake

SORBET AND GELATO:

Sorbet grew up in a poor family, and spent most of his time on the streets trying to earn a living. He dropped out of school early to join the workforce as soon as possible, and joined the military to leave his family.

He doesn’t hate his family or anything, they tried their best, but there’s just too many painful memories of starving and helplessness.

He met Gelato in the Military, he came from a long family line of soldiers

Gelato learned from an early age how to fight and defend himself, and had to deal with a lot of toxic masculinity and violent older siblings

Sorbet and Gelato ended up bonding, just friends at first but after a time they figured out their feelings

Tired of Military BS, they decided to desert, and ended up joining Passione

They don’t do a job without the other, and either share a room or their own apartment

They’ve dealt with a lot of discrimination because of their sexuality, but Passione doesn’t judge them for it, even if they don’t pay as much as they should

Besides, killing is their specialty, what else would they do?

#sluttbuttsstuff #headcanons #fic #imagines #la squadra #vento aureo #jjba #no shipping #risotto #pesci #prosciutto #formaggio #illusio #sorbet and gelato

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whenihaveyouromione · 4 years ago

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When I Have You - Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

It turned out that Percy had failed to inform his parents that the woman he was bringing to the Burrow had only just found out that magic, wizards and a whole lot of other things were real. They arrived later than everyone else, Percy looking very flustered and red-faced and panting breathlessly. They came through the front door, rather than the fireplace — apparently they’d walked all the way from the village.

“Everyone,” he said, pausing another moment to catch his breath. “I want you to meet… Audrey. My, er, girlfriend.”

Ron’s first thought about Audrey was that Ginny had been absolutely right. She was a female, Muggle version of his brother. She wore a pin-striped skirt, a white blouse, and her dark brown hair was drawn into a tight bun with not a strand out of place. On her face was a pair of plain, rectangle glasses. The only real difference was their height. She was almost a whole foot shorter than Percy.

“Hi, dear,” Molly said, coming over to hug Audrey. “It’s lovely to meet you at last. Percy really hasn’t said much about you.” She looked Audrey up and down, keeping a pleasant smile on her face. “Where is it you work, dear? What department?”

Percy turned a very deep shade of red, and before Audrey could answer what seemed like an innocent question, he guided Audrey to an empty chair at the magically extended table. The poor girl was looking rather bewildered, her eyes darting around and taking in all of the odd things going on around her. They eventually settled on the dishes in the sink cleaning themselves and her lip trembled slightly, though she did well to contain her shock and set her eyes to look impressed by the action.

Ron looked at Harry, and they grinned at one another. This was going to be an interesting evening if she thought that was the highlight.

Eyeing Audrey suspiciously, Molly took her own place at the table and took out her wand. With a wave, all the food zoomed over from the benches and landed in the centre. Audrey, Ron thought, handled that part very well. She only jumped a little.

“This… this looks lovely, Mrs Weasley,” she said. “And thank you for having me over to your… lovely home.” She forced a smile and looked up at Molly.

“It’s no problem, dear,” Molly said, still not looking overly convinced. Her eyes flickered to Percy, who was pointedly helping himself to some mashed potato and not looking at his mother. “So, Audrey, where did you say you worked again?”

It seemed that Percy might have coached Audrey fairly well leading up to this meeting, because rather than answering, she looked at Percy as if waiting for him to answer for her.

Unable to pretend he couldn’t hear anymore, Percy set down the spoon with the potato on it and looked up at everyone. All eyes were on him and his girlfriend, causing him to blush horribly. He cleared his throat. “Um, well, you see…” He coughed again. “Audrey, she’s… she’s an accountant.”

“An accountant?” Molly asked, her eyes widening. “Really? You mean for —”

“No, Mum,” Percy mumbled, turning his gaze to Audrey and offering half a smile. “She’s… Audrey is a… she doesn’t have magic. Nor does anyone in her family. She’s a —”

“I believe he used the word ‘Muggle,’” Audrey said.

A gasp, followed by Arthur knocking over his drink, was the only sound that followed.

“No!” Arthur exclaimed, and all eyes turned to him. His smile was so wide it reached his ears. “A Muggle? In my house? Oh, what a day!”

Ron snorted into his drink. Bill also smiled.

“Told you,” Percy muttered to Audrey, his own mouth quivering.

Molly, however, stared at Percy in complete disbelief. For a moment, it looked as if she was going to protest such a revelation, and Ron found himself holding his breath in anticipation. But then, like everyone else sitting around the table, she smiled. In fact, she beamed. "Oh, that explains so much!" she cried cheerfully. "Please, help yourself to anything you want, dear."

"Th-thank you," Audrey said, glancing nervously to Percy, who nodded encouragingly.

Ron was very impressed, he had to admit. Despite looking nervous, she didn’t seem terrified — not even when an owl zoomed through the open window carrying the evening edition of the Daily Prophet.

Percy must have thoroughly educated her if that didn't scare her.

"So, tell me, then," Molly said once they'd all piled their plates with food, "how on Earth did the two of you meet?" She looked eagerly between the couple, smiling.

"By chance," Percy said. "We bumped into each other, quite literally. Audrey was delivering a message — to the Ministry, actually, though she didn't know it — and I happened to be waiting to meet someone else by the visitor's entrance. Neither of us were looking and —"

"Fascinating!" Arthur said, staring fondly at Audrey. "Tell me, in your job, do you use one of those com… com-pee-tah things?"

Audrey looked questioningly at Percy, who shrugged.

"I think he means computer," Harry said.

"Oh… oh, yes I do," Audrey said, though her eyes didn't leave Harry's. "You, er, know how to use one?"

Harry shook his head. "No, was never allowed. My cousin, however…"

Audrey's eyes widened. "Your cousin wasn't… wasn't magical?"

"Not in the slightest," Harry said, grinning. "If you knew him you'd understand."

"So, there are other people then," Audrey said, "who are like me, who know —"

"Heaps," Ron said. "We call them Muggleborns, if they're born to non-magic parents. So their parents have to know, right? Then obviously people marry into…" Percy went so red he matched the tomatoes in front of him. "Well, obviously they know," Ron said quickly.

"Oh… I didn’t know that," Audrey said. "I thought —"

"We do have laws, dear," Molly said. "About revealing ourselves, but I trust Percy has looked into the logistics of that?"

Percy nodded.

"They are laws under a pretence of being strict," Ron said, "but really… they are laxed whenever someone sees fit, such as a marriage, you know... Harry, here, grew up not knowing magic." He jabbed a thumb in Harry's direction. “And my girlfriend, Hermione — she isn’t here tonight — she's a Muggleborn, I mentioned them before. Her parents don't have magic. I’ll introduce the two of you when she’s done with school. She knows heaps about the Muggle — er, your — world. Will probably make you feel more comfortable."

"But she is… has… magic?" Audrey asked.

"Well, yeah, but she still knows heaps of stuff to talk to you about. Like those television things and telephones and money…"

Harry looked at Ron, appearing mildly impressed that he'd managed to pronounce the words correctly. "She's been teaching me," he murmured. Harry grinned.

"I must say, dear, you seem to be handling this very well," Molly said, sounding impressed. "No one would blame you if you felt completely overwhelmed."

"No, no, Percy has been gradually educating me on everything," Audrey said. "Things like how you got dinner to fly onto the table, the owl coming in… I've seen that before."

"Oh, lovely!" Molly said.

"But you'll have to teach me the way you use post!" Arthur said. "I'd love to learn the logistics of your postal system. It's always fascinated me!"

"Has he shown you Apparating yet?" Bill asked.

Audrey turned to him. "Appa-what?"

"It's where we can vanish into thin air and appear miles away a second later."

Audrey's eyes widened.

"Not yet!" Percy hissed, glaring at Bill.

Bill gave a big, toothy grin.

Audrey looked around at everyone at the table, eyes wide. “You can… just vanish into thin air? Just like that?” She turned to Percy. “You can… do that?”

“Well, it takes some training, and is actually very difficult,” Bill confessed, still smiling (he looked delightfully happy, Ron realised), “but everyone sitting at this table is capable of doing it.”

At those words, Audrey looked rather impressed, and Ron made a mental note to tell Ginny that she was exactly like Percy. She had suddenly found herself in a family, who to her, were good at achieving difficult things.

“Harry and I just got our licenses!” Ron told her. “You need a license to do it. Bit like driving a car, I s’pose.”

Everyone looked at Ron, surprise on their faces.

He shrugged. “What? I’ve been spending a lot of time with Hermione and her parents. I’ve learnt some things.”

“Fascinating, fascinating,” Arthur said, grinning. “Ron, you really must invite the Grangers over here at some point too. I’d love to pick their brains on their teeth jobs. It’s all highly fascinating.”

Audrey frowned, turning to Harry, who had helped her on Arthur’s last attempt to talk to her.

“He, um, means dentists,” Harry said quietly.

“Oh.”

“Yes, dentists. Such fascinating things Muggles do. I mean, for us, it’s just a simple spell. A Healer can mend teeth with a wave of their wand…”

Audrey looked at Harry again. “Wizarding doctor,” he muttered.

And rather than looking overwhelmed like Ron might have expected, this new information seemed to please Audrey. “Oh, I’m learning so much. It’s all so interesting. I can’t believe I never knew. There were stories, books, but I never thought…”

“Well,” Molly said with a gentle smile, “the stories have to come from somewhere, don’t they?”

“I suppose they do,” Audrey said thoughtfully. She looked around at them all again. “So, what do you all do for jobs? I know Percy works for some kind of transportation… magical transportation… but what about everyone else?” She stared at them eagerly.

“Well, Fleur and I here, we both work for Gringotts,” Bill said, indicating his wife beside him who had not spoken a single word. In fact, it was the first time Ron had looked at her, and he noticed she hadn’t really touched her food. He wouldn’t have put it past her to be displeased with sharing a table with a Muggle.

“That’s the wizarding bank,” Bill added hastily, though this didn’t seem like new information to Audrey. “I am a curse-breaker, specialising in Egyptian curses, though I’ve since moved back to England and work locally now.”

“Charlie works with dragons,” Molly said cheerfully.

“Dragons?” Audrey said.

“I suppose Percy never mentioned that, did he?” Bill chuckled, nudging Percy.

“N-no, he didn’t.”

Percy flushed.

“And Ron and Harry are training to be Aurors,” Molly continued, beaming. “They’re law enforcers, but the most elite kind. They’re doing such a wonderful job.”

Ron stared down at his food, but he did catch the impressed look Audrey gave him and Harry.

“George owns a joke shop with…”

The whole room fell silent at Bill’s unspoken word. They now all glanced down at their meals.

“Fred,” Audrey said softly. “Percy told me. I’m really sorry.”

After a moment, Molly said in a strained voice, “Well, he owned one. He’s been refusing to open it since… well since we lost Fred.”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the room and they all ate without speaking for some time. It was Audrey who broke it once more.

“And, you have a sister, don’t you? Ginny. Where is she?”

“School,” Percy muttered.

“But she could probably do whatever she wanted when she’s done,” Bill said. “She’s the smartest out of the lot of us.” He lowered his voice in a mock whisper. “She’s going out with Harry.”

Harry went rather red at that.

“And your girlfriend?” Audrey asked, turning to Ron. “She’s at school, too?”

“Yeah,” Ron said. “Yeah, and she’ll do whatever she wants too. She’s smarter than everyone.”

When no one contradicted the statement (Harry and Bill even nodding in agreement), Audrey seemed to determine that it wasn’t the words of some smitten boyfriend, and smiled, nodding. She looked thoroughly satisfied with how successful everyone seemed to be.

“Anyway,” Bill said, breaking another silence. “We asked Mum to have you all over for dinner — would have appreciated George and Charlie to come, but alas — because Fleur and I have some news.”

At this, Molly grinned, and Ron supposed that they weren’t announcing a divorce of any kind (Ginny would be so disappointed).

Making sure everyone was watching him now, Bill turned to Fleur and smiled. She returned it, though now that Ron was really looking at her, she didn’t look all that great.

“We’re having a baby!” Bill exclaimed. “A girl!”

Ron’s mouth fell open, but as he turned to catch Harry’s eye, he noticed that his friend did not look as surprised as Ron felt. In fact, as he took in each member of his family, it seemed that he was the only one to have not anticipated that this would be the news Bill and Fleur had so desperately wanted to share.

Molly clapped her hands in delight, hugging Fleur — who looked as if she wanted to throw up — and then Bill. “Oh, it’s so good to be able to finally share the news!” she cried. “Oh, I’m so thrilled for both of you!”

There was an all around congratulations for Bill and Fleur after that, Molly wiping away tears and repeating over and over how excited she was to have her first grandchild on the way soon. When it got to Ron’s turn, all he could think of to say was, “When?”

“Late April,” Bill said, beaming.

“Well, congratulations!” Ron then said, and he gave his brother a hug. “That’s great news!”

“Thank you. And I’m sure our little girl will love her Uncle Ron. You’ll make her laugh.”

Uncle. That was a word Ron had never really thought he’d hear. Not for him, though he supposed that was rather stupid of him to not consider it. Bill was married, Percy and Ginny were in relationships. He supposed it was bound to happen, and this baby wouldn’t be the only one.

The word was still playing over and over in his mind when Harry joined him some time later in the Burrow’s living room, collapsing onto the sofa, next to Ron. The smell of cooked food made Fleur too unwell to hang around much longer, so they’d left shortly after dinner. Percy had insisted on walking Audrey back to the village, where they were to stay the night before heading back to London the next day (apparently Percy didn’t wish to expose her to any form of transportation just yet — he’d even ridden the Muggle bus with her).

So it was just Ron, Harry, and his parents, who were talking amicably about the prospect of their future grandchild by the fireplace.

“Good news about Bill, eh?” Harry said.

“Yeah,” Ron said. “It is. I didn’t even think… it never occurred to me that that might happen, you know? Stupid, isn’t it?”

Harry smiled. “It got me thinking, though. About it all.”

Ron rounded on Harry so quickly that Harry sprung back against the sofa. “That’s my sister you’re talking about! She��s only just turned seventeen!”

“What? Oh, no, not that!” Harry said, and Ron felt himself relax.

Harry laughed. “Merlin, no. No… I was thinking about Teddy.”

“Oh, right. What about him?” Ron had not heard Harry mention Teddy once since the end of the war. If Ron was being honest, he’d forgotten all about Remus making him godfather to his son. So many other things had happened since May that it had not been at the forefront of his thoughts.

“Well, I think it might be time I try and make contact, you know?” Harry said. “I’ve been avoiding it, despite a few letters from Andromeda. I just didn’t think Teddy needed someone like me in his life, not while I was still trying to sort through everything after the war. But I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I think I should at least try to bond with him. It’s what they wanted, right?”

“Yeah…” Ron said. “Yeah, I guess.” He looked at Harry. “So, you want to spend time with Teddy?”

Harry nodded. “Maybe I’ll offer some babysitting on weekends or something to begin with? A few hours, and we’ll go from there. But now that we know Bill and Fleur are having a baby, well maybe it’s the best time to do it. Teddy can have a friend growing up. Someone similar in age.”

“I guess,” Ron said, picturing Harry walking around with a baby. It was a very disconcerting thought. “You plan on bringing him to our place?”

“Would that be a problem?” Harry asked, suddenly seeming to notice Ron’s hesitation.

“No, it’s your choice,” Ron assured him. “I’m just wondering if either of us know how to look after a baby.” He laughed. “Wouldn’t have a clue what to feed him.”

“Yeah… well… we can learn, can’t we?”

“Hermione and Ginny would know what to do, wouldn’t they?” Ron asked. “God, I miss them.”

“Would they?” Harry said. “I mean, Ginny’s the youngest, and Hermione has no siblings. I’m sure I’ll work it out, mate. It’ll be good practice.”

“Practice?” Ron asked, thinking he knew where Harry was leading to. “You mean… for us?”

“Yeah…” Harry said. “Not that I mean anytime soon, obviously, but —” he eyed Ron warily, “— one day.”

“Yeah,” Ron said. “One day.” His mind suddenly flashed to a few years ahead. It was a thought that had not really occurred to him until Harry had just mentioned it — the future. He’d been so focused on getting through the next few months, recovering from everything, that he’d not thought much further than the end of the next school year. But what was in store for him after that? For him and Hermione?

Would they get married? Would they have children? He’d like that, he supposed, but it was not a prominent thought in his mind. Not yet. They’d spent more months apart than they had together. If they ever lasted that long together (and Ron hoped that they would), then he knew that that part of their lives was way off, down the track somewhere. Many, many years away.

But now that the seed had been planted, he quite fancied the idea of being in Bill’s shoes one day, so to speak. He supposed in the meantime, he really could just enjoy being an uncle to Bill’s child, and whoever else decided to have children after that, as well.

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detectivejigsawpines · 4 years ago

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Relatively Relativity-part 2 (Some adjustments required)

Eventually, the worst of the noise subsided.

Only for Mabel to take another look at her boy grunkles, and make them nearly jump out of their skins with her amazed and delighted squeal of, “Oh my gosh, you guys are so CUUUUUTEEEE!!!!”

“Gah!” Stan saw the impending doom, and tried too late to escape from one of her arms snatching him up into a hug. Seconds later Ford was grabbed by her other arm, and made a strangled noise as he had what felt like all of his air squeezed out of him.

Mabel actually lifted both of them off their feet in her enthusiasm, swinging them back and forth with far more strength than someone her age should have been capable of when they hadn’t spent years living on the streets or traveling the multiverse. “You guys are just the most precious little pair of sweeties I’ve ever seen! As soon as we get home I’m making you both tiny sweaters and taking a hundred pictures!!”

“Mabel-leggo-we need air-” Stan struggled, and finally just rolled up her sleeve and licked her arm. Even though she was more often than not guilty of using the same tactic, it was enough to make her release them.

Dipper was by now curled up in the fetal position against a tree, rocking back and forth and gasping, “Not again, not again, this can’t be happening again!” He glanced down at himself. “I mean, at least I’m still in my own body, so that’s nice.” He resumed rocking. “But this still can’t be happening!”

“Okay, okay, everybody STOP!”

Ford waited until all eyes were on him, and then climbed up onto a nearby convenient tree stump. He adjusted his glasses in a way that looked soothingly Ford-like even in his tiny child body and higher-pitched voice. “Let’s all just calm down for a second.”

He glanced over at the flower, and saw with concern that it had wilted, with all the petals lying in a heap around the stem.

That can’t be good.

“...I think we all need to go home so I can examine that-” he pointed to the remains of the flower- “and figure out what kind of spell it cast on us. This is nothing to panic over.”

“Nothing to panic over?!” Dipper demanded. Fascinating; even with his voice fully developed he still managed to make it crack to an astonishing degree. “Look at me, Grunkle Ford! I’m old!”

“Yeah, and if ya don’t figure out how ta calm down you’re probably gonna start giving yourself a heart attack!” Stan said.

“Stanley! That is not helpful!” Ford snapped, hopping off the stump and going to his nephew’s side.

“...Sorry.” Stan joined him, and Mabel crouched down on Dipper’s other side. Three hands rubbed his shoulders as he pushed his head between his knees.

After a minute Dipper took a few deep breaths, and then slowly got to his feet. He still looked shaken up by the situation, but at least he had calmed down a little. “Ugh, ow. Do your guys’s joints creak this much when you have to stand up?”

“Oh yeah. It’s even worse first thing in the morning.” Stan stretched his back, and then his eyes widened in delight. “Whoa, wait. It’s been years since I’ve been able ta do that without it feelin’ all messed up!” He looked down at his legs, and a wide smile stretched across his cheeks.

Before Ford could stop him, he took off running back down the trail with a whoop.

“Stanley! Stanley, get back here! We have to-”

Stan was already practically out of sight. Ford groaned, and shrugged off his now-giant backpack which he had barely realized he was still wearing. He glanced at the-well, technically the children, they still had the minds of thirteen-year-olds. “Find something to put that flower in, would you?”

Then he chased after his brother.

****

Ford was disconcerted when he realized, very quickly, that his body had reverted back to the physical limitations he had possessed at this age.

Back then, while it was all well and good to go running around on the beach with Stan, chasing the waves or the sea gulls or each other, he had hated exercise when there were far more enjoyable options available, like reading his books or just sitting and drawing something. He hadn’t gotten into the habit of going for long walks in the woods, or been forced to spend a lot of time running for his life from interdimensional bounty hunters.

Soon enough Ford was forced to slow down because of the stitch in his side, and double over gasping with the need to get more air into his lungs.

He clenched his fists against his knees in frustration, because he knew that he was capable of running faster than this, at least when he was in his regular body, he’d done it a million times, and now he couldn’t.

A few moments later he heard the thud of boots pounding against the ground, and a familiar out-of-breath voice.

“Whoo! What a rush! If I tried doin’ that when I was old I’d have ta sit on the couch for a week afterwards! Ha! Who’s an old fossil now, Mabel?”

Coming from the man (boy? Shoot, that was going to get confusing pretty fast) who was capable of punching out giant squid monsters and outrunning angry leprechauns while carrying a heavy treasure chest, that was definitely an exaggeration. But Ford was too busy trying to stop wheezing to call him on it.

“...You okay, Poindexter?” Stan asked, reaching out and touching his shoulder.

Ford lifted his eyes until they met his twin’s. “W-We...should probably...go back to the kids. I realize...you’re excited...about rediscovering your youth...but they’re not enjoying this as much as you are.”

Stan gave him a chagrined grimace. “...Oh yeah. Sorry.”

Ford patted his arm as he straightened up. “‘S’ okay. I get it. It feels good to get some of those aches out of my bones.”

“Yeah, no kidding!” Stan looked down at his arms with wide eyes. “Can you believe these things were ever this skinny?”

Ford snorted. “Your face is back to being mostly nose, though.”

“Hey!” Stan slugged him in the arm. “Take a look in the mirror, genius-you’re not much better off!”

Ford punched him back, giggling.

He was a little surprised by how natural a sound that felt to make, now that he was no longer an old man.

****

It turned out that Dipper had emptied out part of one of the water bottles, and then dug the flower out-roots and all, just in case-before placing it and its petals inside. He’d even managed to get some pollen samples and add them to the inside of the bottle.

“Good job, Dipper!” Ford praised him, accepting it and slipping it into his backpack. Then he straightened up, puffing out his chest. “Okay, let’s get this back to the lab, and turn ourselves back to normal!”

Mabel cooed and clasped her hands together at her chin. “Awww, you sound so adorable when you say stuff like that now!”

...Ford couldn’t help feeling like she was spoiling the gravitas of the moment. He tried to ignore Stan’s wide smirk, and adjusted his coat collar with a cough before he started marching back the way they’d come.

****

A new problem arose when they reached the car.

Stan dug into his pocket and pulled out the keys, and just as he was unlocking the car Dipper grabbed his shoulder.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Stan raised an eyebrow at him, in a way that was still very grunkle-like despite his young face. “Gettin’ ready ta drive us home.”

“Grunkle Stan, you’re thirteen now! You can’t be the one driving!”

The boy folded his arms. “Uh, last I checked, you didn’t exactly have a driver’s license, kid.”

Dipper faltered. “I-I know how to drive the golf cart!”

“Not the same. Besides, remind me how many times you crashed it last summer?”

“Oh, like your driving is any safer!” Dipper lunged for the keys.

Stan jumped out of reach. “Fair point, but this is still my car! And nobody but nobody is allowed ta drive it but me!”

Dipper chased after him, meaning that they were suddenly running around the car, with Stan defiantly holding the keys out of his elderly nephew’s reach. “We’re gonna get pulled over if the cops see you behind the wheel, Grunkle Stan! Be reasonable!”

“Never! I’m not lettin’ you scratch up my car cuz you-”

Mabel finally stepped between them. “Boys, boys! I have a solution that’ll fix everything!”

****

Five minutes later, Dipper was in the driver’s seat, with Stan sitting on his lap, head tucked against his shoulder. Dipper’s feet worked the gas and brakes at his grunkle’s command, while Stan did the steering and watched the road with his newly improved vision. Neither of them looked pleased with this solution, but they’d had to admit that they hadn’t been able to think of a better one.

Mabel and Ford sat in the back, with the water bottle containing the flower clenched in Ford’s lap. He stared at it thoughtfully, scribbling notes in his journal and thinking about other experiences with enchanted plants, and how they might compare to this one.

Unnoticed by him, Mabel had pulled a cloth tape measure out of her pocket and was taking his measurements; already she was thinking about what kind of sweaters to make him and Stan. Because on the one hand, both of them seemed to like the color red, and looked pretty good in it; on the other hand, this was a special occasion, and maybe she should make something in blue, or green, or gold. Maybe all of them together? Decisions, decisions…

She was still thinking about her options when the car pulled up in front of the Mystery Shack. Stan turned the engine off, and unbuckled himself and Dipper.

“Geez you’ve got bony knees,” he said dryly as he looked up at his nephew.

Dipper snorted. “Now you know how I feel.”

Fortunately Stan’s mood had improved enough for him to grin before opening the car door and bounding up the steps of the porch.

“Soos, we’re home!” he called as he opened the door.

A few seconds later there was a startled yelp, and a thud.

A little bit after that, the front door opened again, and Stan peered uneasily out at his family.

“...Guys? I think I just killed Soos.”

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Don’t worry, I didn’t actually kill Soos.

I’m not that much of a monster.

Usually.

#relatively relativity #gravity falls #grunkle stan #grunkle ford #young stan #young ford #old dipper #old mabel #precious boy #stan is enjoying this #ford and dipper not so much #gravity falls soos #dipper pines #mabel pines

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 5 years ago

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The angst fairy hath arrived! I would like h/c of Cracker, Katakuri, Basil, Lucci, and Killer's respective s/o's being captured by the Marines under the accusation of a crime they couldn't have committed (World Gov doesn't care, they need a scape goat) and are subsequently executed. Bonus if the World Gov makes it look like the s/o betrayed their bae and bae only finds out after s/o is executed (apologies if this is confusing)

this was difficult to write formultiple reasons, but I hope you somewhat like what I came up with xd

And I don’t even know how to choose a title for this, sooo…

When the WG captures and executes you after spreading some nasty rumors headcanon

Cracker

to put it simple, the news of you beingcaptured devastate him. Why weren’t you back at home, waiting for himto return? How did the World Government even get their filthy handson you?! Oh they better not do anything to you or he’ll make themregret it!

of course Cracker will ready his ownship immediately to come to your rescue. He can’t employ a fleetthough because his mother can never know of his secret relationshipand feelings for you, otherwise she might just see to it that you’llget executed by her instead…

before he can make any rashdecisions and actually sail out though, his sister Galette, one of the fewpeople who knew about Cracker and your relationship, comes in with anewspaper in her hand. It is officially licensed and contains aninterview where you seemingly claim to be one of Blackbeard’s secretmistresses who infiltrated the Big Mom Pirates for information…

his whole world is just… cracking. You, the woman he thought he loved… Whom he almost planned a future with, wanted tohave an army of children with… used him this entire time?!

to think that he was ready to risk andpossibly throw away his life for a spy… Ha! okay then, (Y/N)! go on andperish, see if he cares! (he still does)

Cracker is not going to sit by andwatch your execution, instead he’ll go and do the only thing thatcould possibly make him feel better right now- get wasted in a strip club

and indeed, the pain in his heart isforgotten for the rest of the evening and night. Hell, he doesn’teven remember that you basically got killed a few hours ago!

but the next morning is simplyterrible. Cracker can’t get up (neither does he want to), his headhurts like shit and there is a picture of you right next to him inbed. Not only that, but his cheeks feel oddly wet… was hecrying…?

although he doesn’t remembereverything, Cracker does recall reading that you were cheating on himand executed by the WG. Well… you’re gone now, and even though hisfeelings for you didn’t disappear yet, the fact that you deceived himwill probably help make him forget about you. Yeah and then Galette comes backwith new, more accurate informations concerning your execution and ‘cheating’, which she received thanks to hermother’s huge network…

and Cracker never cried as much as hedid that day. What did he do, why did he believe a dumb newspaperinstead of you?! All the times you said you loved him, why did hejust discard that so quickly?! Now it’s over… you’re gone… and it’s all his fault…

Katakuri

it takes him a few moments to processthe news of you being not only captured but about to be executed thenext day. He just… took on ONE mission, how did you get yourself into such a mess during the short period that he was away?!

oh lord, this is breaking his heart, but…Katakuri can’t save you. He simply can’t sail out and start a war without hismother’s permission…

he is her strongest fighter. If he leftTottoland without telling her… not only would that count astreason, but something could happen to his family as well. Andunfortunately… you aren’t family, yet…

when he gets wind of you ‘cheating’ onhim though, it is actually somewhat of a relief to Katakuri. You see,he was on the fence on whether he should go and save his love or stayand hope that something or someone saves you after all… but nowthat decision was basically taken from him anyway.

and he’s not even that suprised. Afterall, who could ever truly love someone like him?

his mind grows extremely dark as hethinks about all the things that could have been. No, you weredistracting him from his duties, that wasn’t right… you gave himhope, but he just should have stayed pessimistic.

Katakuri, along with some of hisbrothers and sisters, watches your execution via their special videosnail. Seeing your body drop down on the floor, now completelylifeless, made him flinch for a second, but the moment was too quickfor anyone to notice

he hasn’t cried in ages. This day wasno exception. And even when the 'truth’ came out a couple days later,the tall man still did not shed a tear.

because he knew. God, of course he knewthat you didn’t cheat, but he still chose to believe those lies inorder to make himself feel better about his decision. Katakuri neededto force himself to believe the fake news since it was the only thingcapable of keeping him from sailing out to save you.

…it was a heartbreaking experience,but it did teach him one thing: his family and duties as Charlotteare the only things that matter. Everything else is just uselessdisctraction…

Hawkins

he was actually there and watched asyou were taken away

no, he did not try to help. One look at his cards and it was clear that he was hopelessly outmatched. Andeven though Hawkins cares for you, there would be no point in being brave ad possibly getting you both killed

but that doesn’t mean that he wouldjust idly sit by while you were suffering and terrified, oh no. Hestays up the entire night, works through any possible rescue optionthat runs through his mind, but the cards always say the same… 0chance of sucess…

he usually doesn’t reach for the bottle, but that night he almost single handedly downed the entire stash of his ship…

ultimately he has to accept that thisis the end. If he can’t save you, who else might? It’s a more thanbitter pill to swallow, but it’s obvious that no matter what, thisstory won’t have a happy ending…

the news about you cheating? Okay comeon, Hawkins isn’t dumb. He would have figured something like that out waaaaybefore some Government run newspaper, yet reading such ablatant lie does add salt to his wound

nonetheless, he does show up at yourexecution. It’s the least he can do, even if every second tormentshim on the inside

there are two main reasons as to whyHawkins is there: 1. he needs your body. He may not be able to saveyou from death, but the least he can do is give you a proper burialonce this is all over. 2….. these are your final moments. He needsto be there and see your beauty one more time before the life in youfades away

it was more than hard to watch, butHawkins knew that he would regret it if he didn’t stay for the whole ‘spectacle’ until the bitter end. At least you didn’t have to suffer for long….

you were unique in every way, and itwas an honor for Hawkins to know and love you. No one could ever takeyour place in his little, rotten voodoo-heart and until it is histurn to pass over, the memory of you will stay alive with him. he makes sure of that.

Lucci

as someone who is indirectly workingunder the WG, he of course knew of their plan. And approved.

it was supposed to be a simple thingand no, he would not allow you to be executed- they would capture youand keep you in prison for a few days, yes, but ultimately execute adifferent woman that simply looked similar to you…

but then the fake news of you cheatingon him came in and made Lucci go F E R A L

„no need to look for another woman.Take her. Kill her. Before I do it myself.“

he would never admit to himself thatthe feelings he harbored for you came close to love, but regardlessof that, you still… meant something to him. Something he couldn’tquite wrap his finger around. And that was your response? Cheating onhim? Betraying him, when feelings he never thought he couldexperience began to blossom in his chest?

Good. It’s good, there is no need forhim to get worked up, after all… those feelings would have justmade him weak… yes, that’s all… with you gone, he will be able toreturn to his glorious, calculated former self…

Lucci, along with some other members ofCP0, were there when you were executed. His eyes never left yourform, and the fear and hurt reflected in your eyes as you spotted himalmost caused something in him to stir, but 'luckily’ he managed toshake that off before he would have done something regretful… liketearing through your throat while the whole world watches

however, right after the wholeexecution is done, he gets the news that you cheating on him wasn’ttrue. And that causes his face to crack for a second

even though Lucci manages to supressthem, not even he could deny the swirl of emotions that suddenlyerupted in his chest. Emotions that were foreign to him until now-guilt… regret… hurt…?

with you, his greatest weakness died. Butso did the one chance for him to change.

Killer

first of all, capturing you is almostimpossible because Killer is one of the most protective boyfriends ever. And the WG knows that.

so what happened was that they managedto use the heat of a battle between the Kid Pirates and Marines tosnatch you away when a good opportunity presented itself

of course Killer- and some crewmates aswell- tried to hunt after them and get you back, but it was alreadytoo late, not to mention that a dozen marines were still blocking their path…

the news that you are set up to beexecuted suprises and shocks everyone. Heck, even Kid knows what a'useless woman’ you are, and the crime you’re being accused of issomething you could never pull off!

the Kid Pirates aren’t the smartestpeople around, but this article is clearly there to simply blame youfor something someone else has done, and it infuriates Killer thatthey attempt to taint your name like that

however, one thing they are known foris to do dumb shit. And Killer is usually the voice of reason, butthis time it’s actually him who calls the shots and prepares to sailoff to save you. Right into enemy territority.

unfortunately though… they didn’teven get close to the actual place of your execution. The marinesalready awaited them and a heated navy battle ensue, with bothsides (mainly Kid’s) taking some heavy damage

the Victoria Punk was close to sinkingwhen Kid finally gave the order to retreat, and even though it wasbreaking his heart, Killer had to admit that there was no point infighting a battle they had zero chance of winning

so they take off and travel to a nearbyisland where they would not only be able to make repairs but alsowatch your final moments via video livestream. With Killer being the onlyone refusing to watch.

and even though the rest of the crew (and especially Kid) attempted to distract him with booze and the promise of plunder, a part of Killer simply died that day.

#one piece #charlotte cracker #Charlotte Katakuri #basil hawkins #rob lucci #one piece killer #op headcanon #one piece headcanon

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goldenhour-goldenboy · 6 years ago

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Headcanons for Benny Miller (pt. 2)

Benny is not much of a cluttered person, mainly because he doesn't care that much about decorations. He likes to keep his home functional, too much of little nicknacks tend to overwhelm him and since he likes to think of his place as a safe haven from everything, this is the last thing he wants to come home to.

He has a small box in his bedroom with pictures and sentimental memories that he's attached to that he’s very protective of. He’s not particularly hiding it but the items are too personal for him as that he wants to have them on display all the time.

His biggest pet peeve around the house is trash. He hates everything about it, from the fact that the trashcan fills up so fast, the pattern of having to take it out every other day to the nastiness of it all. He still takes care of it but it usually accompanied by a lot of swearing and threats against the raccoon he spotted in the bushes, again.

Ben, Santiago and Francisco switch hats sometimes. It doesn’t always happen intentional - one stays over for the night and just grabs a hat as they get dressed the next day and only later realize that this is, in fact, not the hat they arrived with. There are probably 5 shared hats that constantly wander between the three of them and nobody knows which one belongs to whom by this point.

Ben’s a dreamer. Dreaming about the car he wants to have one day, obviously, but also the home he likes to afford and move out of the small apartment he lives in right now. He wants to start a family, happy Sundays and trips to the beach, a house filled with laughter and loving chaos. His daydreams really kick into overdrive whenever Fish brings over the little one and you swear that his baby fever is even worse than yours.

He wants things. Materialistically speaking he strives for more and he gets drawn in by the status of things easily. It ties in with him being a dreamer. He wants to be able to get his loved ones the attention and care they deserve - to buy you flowers whenever he feels like it or take you out to dinner, send his children to College without having to worry too much about the debt, getting William that nice watch he always talks about, even though he finds it pretty ugly. His brother is more content with what he has but Benny wants things and is not afraid to admitting that he’d like to have them.

Benny flirts very straight forward. This doesn’t mean he’s plump but merely that he’s giving clear signals if he sees something he deems attractive. Some would say he’s picky but for him that’s not the case. For one night only he doesn’t care that much, that’s true, but if it’s meant to last it needs more than that. He doesn’t necessarily needs someone pretty, he wants someone he finds interesting and to him that does equal real attractiveness.

He’s usually very sure about himself, his confidence being built up for years now and he kept his boyish charm he’d use to get away with nearly everything back in the day - which some say makes him even more captivating.

Benny flirts with his mouth first and his eyes second, meaning he’ll start the conversation with a flirty comment and a cheeky grin and keeps you interesting with a certain look he has nearly perfected by now. He’s not pushy though, knowing when to let go or admitting a defeat if he doesn’t get the feeling someone’s appreciating his presence.

He would never admit it but getting turned down still keeps him wondering at night, especially if he was really interested in the other person. It happens so rarely though that it doesn’t hit him too hard and usually he’s back on his feet and on to his next target the following night.

William isn't around as much as one would think. Will and Benny mostly meet each other when at Ben’s fights but Will is not constantly staying over. He’s always welcome of course but life is busy and between training and work Ben’s home is kind of a sacred space to him, to get connected and recharge. He likes to spend the little time he has awake with you and even though he loves his brother he just, well, he loves you more.

Before you moved in, Ben used to think of his home as somewhere to retreat and lick his wounds. He’d come back to a dark and quiet house, had to make dinner and change the bandages around his hand alone, the only sound in the house eventually being the tv. It’s different now that you’ve moved in. He likes to think that you’ve brightened up his world, quite literally, when he pulls up into the driveway and sees the light on in the living room and in the kitchen, the soft noise of music coming from the inside and it creates a warm feeling to in his chest, that he won’t go to bed alone tonight.

Benny never gets sick. This is a statement you’ve first heard from William and you’ve scoffed, not believing that the big Ben Miller could dodge a cold just like that, everyone gets sick at one point or another. It took some time to realize that, in fact, you've never seen him cough or have a runny nose, never seen him have a fever or hear him complain about a sore throat. He jokes that it’s because of his positive energy and you roll your eyes and promise to cough on him the next time you get sick.

He’s not immune to food poisoning though. Being extremely curious has led to a lot of achy tummies where his tough exterior vanishes quickly and is replaced with a needy mess on the couch, that calls for a new heating pad every half hour. You blame it on him eating almost half a batch of cookie dough and he argues back that the last time he did it, he was completely fine.

He’s actually quite interested in technology, even though he doesn’t understand half of it. It’s the little kid in him that sees something shiny and new and he gets impressed easily by words that hold a lot of promises (”Look Baby, the new iPhone has a camera and extended dynamic range for video with up to 30 fps!” - “Do you even know what that means?”).

Despite his interest, he can’t get a tv connected to safe his life, let alone set up your router when you first moved apartments together. You let him try himself on it for a bit before calling over William who then just “happens to be in the neighborhood” and wanted to stop by to check if you’ve settled in already.

Benny’s actually big into dirty texting so if someone catches him smirking at his phone from the corner of whatever couched he parked himself on, chances are he’s probably sending something dirty your way. Or receiving.

He also likes to hear from you at least once a day when you're apart, even if at random times. He doesn’t care then if it’s just a short text or a proper phone call. It keeps him grounded to stay in touch with you and even though he’s not gone for months now, only traveling when he has a fight out of town or has been asked for some help by a brother from the army, he still misses you terribly since he’s not used to being absent from you anymore.

Benny would’ve loved to learn how to fly and get his license while he was in the army. He actually quite enjoys the thrill and the speed but he lacks the patience for the technological part and can’t concentrate enough to actually finish through. He had Catfish teach him some bits and pieces here and there but he never flew on his own, since he couldn’t convince him, not even with a promise to play wingman for him the next time they’d go out.

Ben smells like sun kissed skin, a faint hint powder paired with the scent of the current ointment for his hands and bit of lavender, probably from the laundry detergent he uses.

Benny honestly doesn't drink much. He likes to have a drink when he's not currently in training but he doesn't get black out drunk. He used to, when he was a teenager, but stopped once he got into the army. Whenever they all go out for drinks together, he’s usually on duty to watch Pope and Fish, as they tend to get a bit too excited about the reunion, and he fails miserably every single time because he just enjoys them too much.

He’s mainly a social drinker so even though he doesn't drink much, he usually can’t resist a beer or two but he’ll always keep it moderate. He’s not opposed of drinking, he just had a couple bad experiences with it and it mostly doesn’t fit in with his diet, since it’s pretty much poison for one’s body.

He doesn't smoke. Ben hates the smell of it, he hates the taste of it and he coughed up a storm the one time he tried his first (and last) cigarette in High School.

Him not drinking and not smoking lead him to the one drug he actually enjoys. Benny likes to eat an edible every once in a while. He loves to get some nice snacks, kick back and just relax for a while. Sometimes he’ll do it alone but he prefers to do it with you, if you feel up for it.

This might be his favorite thing to do in the weeks after a fight. A lazy afternoon, you two laying on the carpet in the living room, the afternoon sun warming up both of you. Once in while he touches your legs, fingers softly caressing your skin and he rolls over to start a slow kiss, where you can still taste the faint sweetness on his tongue.

Benny likes to keep you close to him whenever you to are out and about. Sometimes you feel him standing behind you, barely even touching and if it’d be anybody else you would've felt threatened. He likes to give you the reassurance that he’s there and that he literally got your back.

It’s a soft touch here or his hands sneaking under your shirt to get the skin on skin feeling there. Sometimes he does it without even thinking about it, sometimes he does it with a lot in mind. Sometimes he doesn't even notice. His hands are almost always rough, especially the knuckles and fingertips but you don't really care. They're Ben’s hands and the feeling of them familiar to you.

He can get overprotective at times and you have to remind him that you are capable of handling your own. Whenever you two are in a crowd and naturally separate to talk to different groups, he likes to keep glancing your way every now and then to make sure you’re still there. You’ll lock eyes eventually and one of you likes to send the other one a teasing wink or a small smile.

The first time Benny and Will got in touch with professional fighting was actually in their teen years. It was something their father initiated after both of them (Ben more than William) had a hard time finding a kind of sport in school that fit them, mainly because they both didn’t do too well in team sports.

It was never intended to turn into something else than blowing off steam and maybe get a few new techniques that would get them a higher ranking in the fitness test required for the military later on. But the fascination for the art of fighting from the young boys quickly turned into passion as they started the training in a local gym.

While Benny was speed and endurance, William was power and precision. William liked to work hist muscles and looked for something that also needed him to think during the fight, while Benny needed something that could keep up with his energy level. They both picked what felt right at the time, leading William to Judo and Benny settling on Muay Thai. In addition to that they found a common ground in plain boxing and the sport became a constant in their lives, that they carried everywhere with them. A sand sack, some matts and a sweaty gym almost meant home for a couple of years.

It was that feeling of belonging there, in the ring, and being good at something that pulled Benny back after coming home again. The switch back to a normal life hit him hard, as it did almost all of them, and he found himself lost without the rhythm of having mission after mission, the sense of a purpose in life being gone with his deployment. Turning back to training was something he felt familiar with, something he knew and something that gave him a goal. Faster, better stronger, that he knew how to do. And when one of his trainer suggested to put him up for a fight, he only agreed to see if could do it, if he could win. He needed that win at the time, needed to feel the rush of adrenaline again and in the end it was the aspect of money what kept him in the ring, even though the need for winning was long been gone.

Though it kills William to see Benny waste his talent and his health for this quick rush of belonging, he never had the heart to tell him to stop. William watched as his crew came back, watched as they’d struggle to find a new path in life, struggled to find happiness again, and he swore he wouldn’t be the one to take that away from Ben. That left him at the sidelines, cleaning cuts and accompanying him at training, pushing Ben again and again, until it was time to watch him getting beaten up, to the point where he could barely recognize his brother’s face, again and again. He endured all of that because he knew that when his brother looked down from the ring he needed to see a familia face in the crowd, someone who’d watch him win. So William stayed, as he always did, for Benny.

The reason you almost never see him with sunglasses on is because he almost loses them the instant he buys them. You’re pretty sure this man has lost more sunglasses in his life than most people own and it’s honestly starting to get expensive.

You suggest to buy some with a little band on them so he can wear them around his neck and the next time you’re out shopping you spot a pair you deem perfect for him. He just stares at you in fake disbelieve until he changes moods and offers to buy them, leading you to retreat the offer because those are quite possible the ugliest sunglasses you’ve seen in your life. In the end he beats you to the cash register and wears them for a week straight out of pure spite, your embarrassed eye roll being more than satisfying for him.

Benny likes his showers medium warm to cold - colliding with you who likes the water to be steaming hot. This results in many (short) attempts at showering together, which usually end up in arguments about the temperature and one leaving the shower halfway through.

The only time you two can make it work is when you start to distract each other from the water preferences and start something that takes the mind off of the argument you were just about to have again. It seems that neither of you seem to mind that much as accidental contact starts to become more lingering touches and playful glances turn into passionate kisses.

#benny miller #ben miller #triple frontier #benny miller headcanons #Ben Miller headcanon #triple frontier headcanon #benny miller imagine #ben miller imagine #triple frontier imagine #ben miller x reader #benny miller x reader

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teashadephoenix · 6 years ago

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11 Questions

I got tagged by @pomegranate-belle <3 I'm sorry this took for fucking ever?!!??

I’ll tag @lioness--hart @fox-in-the-library and @whitegodiva if you guys want to do it? And anybody else, obvi <3

1. How long have you been writing?

Actually sitting down to type stories out? Eight years old. I've been making shit up since I could talk. I have it on good authority I am entertaining to listen to.

2. What are the major themes of your current wip(s)? LONG ANSWER

omg I really dont know. I spent several hours over several days banging on this question in my head both in front of the computer and away from it only to come to the horrified realisation that I Don't Know. *gay panic*

I know the things I like to write about. I like to write about free exchange of culture, of mutual respect and fraternity with your fellow humans (which leads to themes of unity, unconditional love not only of people but of the world, and the gray area of what it means to protect those things without giving in to hate, indifference and intolerance. THE GRAY AREA IS WHERE I THRIVE.)

I like to write about intergenerational relationships (which leads to themes of obsolescence, changing of the guard, and how people, in general, not individuals, never really change. Like, there's For a Good Time graffiti on the walls at Pompeii. That is HILARIOUS.)

I write a lot about family, both born and found. (Everybody has a place and everybody is loved.) I write about mental illness and being queer (which all by itself leads to themes of not knowing your place in the world even if you have one. Frequently comes up against the previously mentioned theme)

So yeah. I don't know. My big WIP, the Aalee Rise series, is about a young woman on the cusp of adulthood going out into the world for the first time. It's her idealism vs reality. The other main characters in that cast are all foils re: various facets of societal structure and ideologies. One challenges her idea of government, another her idea of religion. She falls in love, her loyalties to her brother and parents are tested, she makes mistakes, she fights monsters and saves the world. A lot.

tldr; It's my sandbox and I just wanted to build castles in it. I don't really know if the castles will mean anything when I'm done. I hope they do.

3. What do you want people to take away from your story once they’ve read it?

My greatest ambition is that I could ever write a hero as beloved as the heroes I read about growing up, figures that reminds not to give up hope, to get back up when we're down, that the dark times ahead of us will come to pass.

At best, if I've done that, I'll be ecstatic and satisfied.

At worst, as long as you had a good time, if you didn't throw the book across the room in disgust, I'll take it.

4. Would you be excited if people write fanfiction about your wip(s)?

YAAAAS. I would literally never read it because Im terrified of accidentally absorbing someone's ideas and making them my own bc Christ alive that's a legal nightmare, but yes that would make my life.

And you can have my firstborn if you send me fanart.

5. What’s your go-to writing beverage?

Tea. Really strong and sweet. I make a fresh quart each morning and usually go through it by the end of day.

6. Who is your favorite oc? Tell me about them!

OMG ALL OF MY CHILDREN ARE PRECIOUS. (it's Aalee.)

Aalee Dering is the eighteen-year-old protagonist of my Aalee Rise series. When we meet her in volume one (Worldwalk) she and her twin brother are setting off on their coming-of-age journey around the country. Her people, the Noruahai, have defended humanity for generations from unearthly creatures called asmic, and if she wants to become a licensed Marshal like her famous mother (and wow, she really, really does) she'll have to prove herself on her Worldwalk.

Aalee thinks with her heart first and always. She loves beautiful things, and all things are beautiful to her. She's quick to cry and struggles with anger, as well as distraction; she has trouble keeping focus. Good for getting into trouble. Not so good when it comes to being a responsible adult.

It would probably be easier if she wasn't of two minds on every single decision she has to make. She empathises with everyone, which can be paralysing-- how can she fight someone whose point of view she gets?

7. Do you feel that mistakes are important learning tools in the writing journey?

Mistakes are learning tools of life, darling. In writing they generally aren't the types that will destroy friendships, health, financial status, etc, which means they're generally easier to bounce back from. Unless you commit career suicide in some way...

8. Rank your ocs by their capability in a footchase (either running after or from smth, your choice)

1. Fall from the Aalee Rise series. He's a complicated human. Without getting into the context of the world he's from, he's hard to explain; but the short version is he's half-ghost so he can basically turn himself into the wind.

2. Rosie Frey from Color of the Stars but only when she's a lion. In her human form she's pretty normal.

3. Lynn Blythe (or any of the other vampires) from Echoes of Eden, because they're cheating cheaterfaces who use mystical vampy powers to be stronger and faster than humans

4. Sendmarshal Henley from the Aalee Rise series. Probably the fastest regular human. Imagine the most beautiful, tall, leggy black woman you can, all lean muscle and elegant grace, and now imagine her scooping you up and zipping out of danger with an easy smile on her face... *fans self* I stan.

5. When running headlong into danger to save someone? Aalee Dering. When running away? Frustratingly, satirically slow. She's one of those idiot heroes who stops to make sure everyone got away okay so Fall's always running back to grab her ("MOVE, IDIOT" "But that little old lady--" "FIRE-BREATHING MONSTERS. MOVE.")

9. Does your wip have romance? tell me about it!! if not tell me about a friendship/important relationship in your wip!! MORE LENGTHY BLAH

Relationships are the driving force of my writing. How one loves or is loved by other people, how they relate and engage with others, is how one grows, in real life and in fiction. There are a number of relationships in all my series that I'm fond of for various reasons. (For instance, even though she cannot STAND him, I'm eager af to write Eden and Lynn's relationship in Echoes of Eden because of how complicated it is.)

And as a rule all of my characters are queer or questioning unless otherwise stated, and I ship everybody with basically everybody else, and almost everybody has a love story in their history. (at least, their parents certainly do because I am a gross vile romantic and these fuckers came from somewhere.)

That having been said, for the sake of brevity I'll stick with Aalee Rise and limit myself to the Big Three: Aalee and her brother Elles, Aalee and her best friend Norah, and Aalee and Fall.

FAMILY: Aalee and Elles are twins. Born together and never separated, which stands out in a world where families are broken up by chaotic circumstances and random death on a regular basis. Aalee is easily distracted and has difficulty communicating her thoughts, so she tends to act on impulse; Elles is forever the cool head and the hand grabbing her by the back of the shirt to stop her from walking into danger. And after eighteen years of this... he's tired of it. He loves his sister, but he longs to see the world on his own terms, walk his own path. And Aalee doesn't share that sentiment. Not only doesn't share it, but is blown away when it comes into play. Her partner in crime wants to break away, and she does not take it very well. The first volume (Worldwalk) explores how their relationship suffers, grows, and changes due to this break.

FRIEND: Aalee's best friend of ten years is Norah. They met as little girls in a monster-ravaged town; Norah was entertaining the youngest orphans with a story and Aalee joined in. The pair of them spent a long night keeping civilians from panicking while Marshals battled asmic beyond the walls of the bunker. They exchanged addresses and became penpals over the next few years, since both of their parents travelled and they were rarely in the same place at the same time. That changed suddenly when Norah lost her father. Since then, Norah's family and Aalee's have lived in the same town. Norah is her warm hand in the dark, her shoulder to cry on, the first person she tells any good news. for Norah, Aalee is the only person (at the beginning of the story, anyway) with whom she can be her real whole self. They love each other no matter what.

ROMANCE: And then there's Fall. Aalee meets Fall when she rescues him from being murdered in a back alley-- except, oops, turns out it was a sting operation to catch the killer because he's not actually the helpless filthy vagabond she assumed he was; he's actually a powerful Marshal who was on assignment. Stuck together for various reasons, he becomes a mentor to her on her worldwalk, while she blatantly digs into the mystery of who he is, which turns out to complicate their lives, the lives of their friends and families, randos they happens across, their enemies, and also God's. To say they fall in love with each other is an understatement of cosmic proportions. They choose each other.

10. Do you believe in the advice kill your darlings?

Yeah but I take the advice as intended; which is not, as most assume, kill your fave characters, but to get rid of that which does not work, even if you love it. That pearlescent line of dialogue, or that golden bit of allegory? Doesn't matter how much you love it and how proud of it you are, if it does. not. work. it HAS. TO. GO. (save it in a new file to reread when you feel down and scrap that shit from the main file.)

that said re: killing characters, in my youth I was very much of the George RedRum Martin camp of "KILL THEM ALL" but as Ive gotten older my main focal point has been "What purpose does their death serve?" Death is not the only sacrifice worth writing. So while I am not afraid to kill my characters, I do take the nature of their deaths in the writing very seriously. There has to be a point.

11. Do you prefer plotting or worldbuilding? Why?

WORLDBUILDING MANYEXCLAMATIONPOINTSGOHERE! Plotting is like the maths of writing. It's measurement, it's brickwork, it's demolition when the wall you put up last week is three feet too long and now you have to scrap it and start over. Vital. But not my favorite part.

Worldbuilding is the art. It's the music your OCs hum and the stories that they treasure and the faith that holds them up when the crap you throw at them might tear them down. It's the story behind the jacket they wear and it's the reason they nod to the altar when they enter a place of worship and it's the meaning of their names. It's the magic. How the world works, the little details that make it real to the reader because it's real for your characters, is my favorite part of writing.

#long post #writing #about Tea which is me #tea writes

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dangermousie · 6 years ago

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Reading list for the month - hooray for the Middle Ages!!

I’ve not really been watching much lately (except that I just discovered the Legend of Fuyao and it’s AHMAZING) but I have been reading a bunch, hence the reading list. I also have a v short attention span so while I am not reading all the books listed below that I recently got and/or put on my kindle, I am reading about five of them at once.

As you can tell, I am on the Middle Ages kick right now. Also, as you can tell, current historical crushes are apparently William the Conqueror and Edward the Black Prince and Richard III (always.) Hmmmm.

Valerie Anand, King of the Wood - how many novels are there about the time of William Rufus aka Fabulously Gay aka Killed By Arrow Mysteriously Probably By Orders of Baby Bro? This one revolves around William and Ralph de somebody, a minor nobleman who comes over to get lands and power. Ralph is young and hot and William fancies him and even though Ralph is not inclined that way, he is not going to turn down a roll or dozen in the hay with the king if it gets him closer to his goal. Apparently this all leads to mixed results, eventual death of William, ancient pagan rites, Ralph getting some land and a hot wife, and overall a very sympathetic portrayal of William Rufus. I have not started yet though.

Anna Belfrage, The Cold Light of Dawn - the fourth and possibly last in one of my favorite medieval series that follows the lives of a minor knight, Adam, and his arranged but then more, wife, Kit during the reigns of Edward II and III. This is such a lovely lovely series and this book so far is as good as the rest. Adam is a protege of Roger Mortimer (of the “de facto ruler of England, lover of Queen Isabella’ fame) and when the book 1 starts is slated to arrange marry a spoiled aristocrat who is missing so her family hastily substitutes a bastard daughter and lieeeees. The books follow them as they fall in love, reveal their secrets, try to survive in a pretty horrible time period etc etc. Adam eventually becomes close to Edward III which causes all sorts of internal conflicts. Book 1 is probably my fave (though second half of it is a giant trigger warning as Despenser takes Adam and, to lesser degree, Kit, under his notice) but all of them are good and the latest is wonderful as always. Frankly, by now, I love the lead couple so much, I could just read about them going about their business in their residence for 500 pages.

Anna Chant, Three Times the Lady - I can’t believe I found a novel about Judith, first Countess of Flanders! If you do not know who she is, Judith was a daughter of a Frank king who married her to a much older king of Wessex. When the old man died, she married his grown son (this was a few centuries before the Church would have fits about this) and when that man died, she returned back home. Daddy King did not want to lose such a valuable bargaining chip (who was still quite young) either to make her own marriage or to be taken by some lord via kidnap so he stuck her in a remote fortress while he decided which potential husband would make the best bargain. Ummm. Hunky Baldwin was guarding the place, he and Judith fell for each other and with the help of her brother ran off and got married. Daddy King lost his mind, took Baldwin’s lands, the lovers had to go to the Pope to beg for help blah blah eventually Daddy King cooled down, Baldwin became the first Court of Flanders and got nicknamed Iron Arm for how hard he fought to protect his father in law. So basically, this is a RL medieval romance, of the “hot dude in chainmail holding pretty lady on cover” variety. Seriously - I am very surprised this is the only novel of her I know. I realize records were not as good as they were later but this just gives more room for license. I am quite excited to read this since I’ve read a couple of other books by Chant set around that time and loved them.

Joanna Courtney, The Conqueror’s Queen - Matilda, Mrs the Conqueror. Hmmmmmm. I am about 1/3 in. The book’s odd insistence on Matilda liking but not loving William despite his being amazing in beddddd and generally a stud muffin of stud muffiness is a little odd (it’s just an odd combo) but it’s a fun light read. What I would really love is for someone like Sharon Kay Penman to write a giant doorstopper of a series about that reign.

Joanna Courtney, The Constant Queen - about Elizabeth, the Russian wife of Harald Hardrada. I am about 60% in. It’s not as good as it could be (it doesn’t make Harald interesting which, even reading a short summary of his life on wikipedia - the man had an insane life) but it’s about a subject that’s not novelized often or even that well-know (in fact, prior to this book, the one thing I knew about Harald was that he was defeated by Harold Godwinson who then had to take his exhausted troops and march to fight William the Conqueror. If not for that, England now might be ruled by Harold’s and not William’s descendants.) Also, Elizabeth herself is likeable and the author does a good job on selling me that the two loved each other even while not falling into the trap of making the relationships modern (Harald has a hand-fast wife because he needs sons; it’s not much of an issue etc.) It’s a pleasant beach/travel read.

Dorothy Dunnett, King Hereafter - my favorite stand-alone period novel of all time and I am gonna reread it and bawl. It’s about Earl Thorfinn of Orkney, who Dunnett supposes to be the basis for historical Macbeth. It is simply the best historical novel ever written and if Thorfinn/Groa don’t move you, you have no heart. It’s also a rare book where people feel like people of the period, not modern people playing dress up.

Parke Godwin, Sherwood/Robin and the King - I used to love this bleak, emotional, amazing duology which moves the story of Robin Hood around the time of the Norman Conquest. I just got my hands on it again.

Karen Harper, The First Princess of Wales - ok, this is pretty much a romance novel. About Edward the Black Prince and Joan of Kent. So bring it on!

Justin Hill, Viking Fire - a novel about Harald Hardrada whose life I am fascinated by now

Thomas W. Jensen, As a Black Prince on Bloody Fields - I am currently about a third into this and loving it. It deals with basically the first half of the life of Edward the Black Prince, who is one of my favorite historical what-ifs. Oldest son and heir of Edward III, the Black Prince was a hell of a medieval warrior, very involved in Crecy and in charge in Poitiers, two of the three biggest English victories in the 100 years war. In the latter, heavily outnumbered English captured the French king himself. Also, interestingly, he married for love in quite a scandal. Instead of marrying a foreign royal, he married an English noblewoman, older than him (she was 32 when they married!!!), a widow with five children AND a scandalous history (her first two husbands had a fight that went all the way to the Pope about which one of them was her actual husband. There were secret marriages and all that.) He married in secret, his father eventually came around etc. He would have probably made a King in the scary but effective mold of Edward I, but on one of his campaigns, he contracted one of many nasty medieval diseases - dystentery - which crippled and eventually killed him shortly before his father died, leaving his small son to become Richard II. If the Black Prince was better about drinking clean water, Edward III would have been succeeded not by a small child who, as an adult, wasn’t particularly cut out for the rough business of medieval Kingship, but by a competent and scary adult warrior. Thus no Henry IV revolt (do you really want to face the man who almost conquered France), no war of the Roses, no Tudors, no Church of England. Anyway, he was a fascinating man, in some ways an epitome of medieval warrior class ideals but probably because of that, there aren’t too many novels about him in the last whatever years. Like Henry V, his virtues are a bit too alien for the modern world. He is VERY medieval. But I find him fascinating beyond measure and deserving of more books about him, so this excellent excellent novel is such a pleasure.

Susan Fraser King, Queen Hereafter - about Margaret, wife of Malcolm (of the son of Duncan, killer of Macbeth fame.) I know little about it except the topic interests me.

G. Lawrence, The Heart of the Conqueror - Matilda, again. Matilda here is portrayed as rather an anti-heroine, vain, ambitious and picking William because he’s the scariest and most capable man she met. They are monsters in love (though, frankly, their attitudes are not such much monstrous as early medieval) and I do love them so. I find it quite odd that the author chose to start her novel with the apocryphal story of Matilda insulting William’s courtship and calling him a bastard and William riding in to beat her up in her own father’s town and her deciding this is what she digs in a dude. Lawrence makes the beatdown, already possibly fictional, quite brutal, so it makes me wonder if Matilda is insane to decide William is it because of it. Also, he never lays a finger on her again so wtf. Oh well, historically they did seem to have a rare successful marriage so there is that - I don’t mind him being a good husband since it’s historically accurate, it’s just the weird start to the relationship that makes me boggle.

Rosanne E. Lortz, I Serve: A Novel of the Black Prince - you can tell I am on the Black Prince kick, right? This is about a squire to him and looks quite interesting but I haven’t read it yet.

Isolde Martyn, The Knight and the Rose - sometimes you are just in the mood for an angsty but happy medieval romance.

Anne O’Brien, The Virgin Widow - Romancey take on Anne and Richard III? Yes PLS. If I like this, I might end up getting more of the author’s books as she appears to specialize in known but not super famous medieval women with strong romantic relationships, so YES. I did find it tragically amusing that in order to make the end happy (I peeked), she ends before all the bad stuff happens - their son dying, Anne dying, Richard being killed etc. But then I bawled with the Sunne in Spendour so....

Edith Pargeter, The Brothers of Gwynnedd - reread. It’s a great, epic, tragic, poetic tale of the end of the Welsh independence and surprisingly, in light of all the tragedy, somewhat of a comfort read.

Judith Merkle Riley, A Vision of Light - about a widow of a medieval merchant, this has been recommended to me by multiple people. We shall see.

Anya Seton, Katherine - I read that book so long ago, I barely remember anything. But it’s a classic and Katherine Swynford has always been interesting and I am a sucker for RL romance so reread!!!

Freda Warrington, The Court of the Midnight King - a fantasy AU of Richard III where he gets to live and be happy with his mistress Kate (modeled on mother of his illegitimate child in RL) Oh YES.

#books #middle ages

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arrowheadproductions · 7 years ago

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Percabeth arranged marriage au?

This turned out… differently than what I expected… And probably different from what you wanted, but it’s still an arranged marriage. I might make this a bigger piece because I liked this concept so much.

Crossed Unions- Rated T

I met Percy Jackson almost 6 years ago when he was discovered as the sole heir to the Atlantean throne. He, like every other heir to an Olympian throne, received a banquet in his and his father’s name. My mother, Queen of Athens, begrudgingly took my siblings and I to this event out of sheer respect for the virility of the crown. She and the Lord of the Sea never saw eye to eye on much, (outside of a brief project that included the invention of the chariot- but I digress) so it was no question that this was purely out of formality and respect to the High King, Zeus.

He was a scared little boy no older than 12, like myself, and I didn’t regard him as royalty material. He looked like he’d been taken off of a farm after wrestling with some pigs, hosed off, and wearing clothes that didn’t have holes in them for the first time in his life. His hair was deliberately unruly and dark as the deepest depths of the ocean. He looked absolutely terrified and positively unaware what in the name of the River Styx was going on.

I scoffed. It wasn’t unlike Poseidon to make such a brash decision at claiming this boy as his own. He was better off giving his kingdom to the children of his wife, who at least grew up in that environment and would know how to manage an entire group of people. Instead, like with many of the fine rulers of Olympia, pride got in his way and he was determined to find his singular bastard child.

Mother finds it unlikely that the Sea Lord has just one illegitimate child out there in the realm, but somehow he’d managed to convince his brother, and that was what truly mattered. This was especially scandalous, as the three offspring of the fallen Lord Kronos took a binding oath of loyalty to their wives.

This led everyone in the kingdom to either hate or love young Percy Jackson, which was a situation he’d never been in before as squalor. He was used to being underestimated and ignored, not plastered on every flyer in town about every movement he made.

One of the dangers of being claimed as a son of the higher lineage (also known as the “Big 3″) was the idea that he would have to prove himself worthy by fulfilling a prophecy along with 2 companions. He chose a satyr named Grover, despite his father’s insistence he take one of his noble half-siblings, but Percy Jackson was loyal more than anything and Grover was trying to earn his searcher’s license like many other satyrs. To do that, he would need to fulfill a quest alongside a hero.

As for the third companion? Well, he didn’t get much of a choice. His quest was to recover Lord Zeus’ stolen lightning bolt to prevent war amongst the 12 kingdoms. It was a heavy one and I felt it was unfair to bestow this upon a kid so new to this world. He barely knew how to swing a sword. I was the most capable and readily available.

The court was pretty against a girl going, which was super annoying since I’ve kicked all of their sons’ butts in dueling, but Athena sided with me and relented that it was high time I prove myself in her name.

I can’t say I liked him very much upon meeting him, though I will admit to some flickers of jealousy that he was inevitably getting a quest and I haven’t seen the outside of Athens since I was taken in by Lady Athena.

“So, you’re a daughter of…?” He trailed off as he approached me. I analyzed him carefully and could tell he was obviously nervous. He couldn’t stop alternating between staring a beat too long at me and quickly reverting back to looking at his shoes. They were shiny and all, but not worth gazing at. I would have argued that I wasn’t exactly worth staring at either, but the boy seemed dumbstruck.

“Athena.” I supplied.

He blinked.

“Of Athens.” I said more impatiently. Maybe he was just dumb.

He wrinkled his brow and I could almost see the wires in his seaweed-filled head trying to make out just how that was possible.

“Oh.” He said stupidly and his face reddened. I could tell he was battling between asking me or not. “I thought she was a… Nevermind.”

“I’m adopted.” I sighed, taking pity on him. “We all are, technically.”

“Oh.” He said again. Didn’t he have anything else to say? He was about to embark on a dangerous quest, after all. It would do a lot better to ask someone as trained in the arts of planning and history of our land to converse with me about it. Actually, I had mistakenly believed me was going to do just that at first.

Nope, instead there we were making weird small talk.

“You drool when you sleep.” I offered, like he needed to know it.

His green eyes widened and it was the first time I’d noticed their impressive likeness to the actual sea. There was no question this was Poseidon’s boy. Though, he could use some training on how to act like a capable person.

“H-How do you-?”

“Who exactly do you think helped nurse you back to health with Chiron after that Minotaur attack, Seaweed Brain?”

“I’m not a Seaweed Brain!”

“Could have fooled me.” I shrugged and slunk away before anyone thought we were getting too comfortable. Had I only known that I’d just met my best friend.

Athena is a virgin leader, so all of her children are actually unrelated to her directly. Those that biologically produce the children are doing so as surrogates and are always the wisest and most intelligent people with whom Athena has built a mental connection with. She is always present at the birth and retrieves her child to Athens. It is as though we are hers through something bigger than blood- fate.

I am forever grateful to be hers and am rightfully placed, however, I have been waiting for my chance to prove my wit and my strength for the past few years. I am the best swordsman (or woman) in Athens even if I prefer to fight with a knife. No one outside of the great lady herself strategizes like me. I spend all day reading and training, even if mother does not always know it. She is certainly more progressive than some of the other figureheads and wants her daughters to be just as intelligent as her sons, but there is still a standard to be made. She does not think with love like a typical mother might, but in what is strategically best for the good of mankind.

My mother was unlike many of the other Godly leaders and placed her children with a choice. We were to either marry in the name of strategy and arrangement or to be virgins forever and focus solely on enriching our minds and bettering humanity. At 10, I chose marriage, as it seemed like the best thing for the current climate of our kingdom. Mother had certainly approved of my decision and that was enough for me back then. Hermes had an eldest son a few years my senior named Luke Castellan who was directly in line to obtain his throne. Mother and King Hermes got along well enough and it was always ideal for wisdom to spread beyond the gates of Athens. It was always a goal for the higher up’s to get their children on as many thrones as possible. If I were to marry Luke, I would be in line for Queen of Arcadia.

This was all good and great back then. I even developed a fixation on Luke Castellan. He was tall, blond and good-looking, not to mention seemed to carry a protectiveness of me that seemed fit in a husband. I was 10 though and more than trying to rationalize the idea that the then 15 year old guy would be my betrothed. I’m sure he didn’t see much in me back then. We were not to marry until we were both of age at 18 and at 10, this seemed like lifetimes away.

And what does any of this have to do with Percy Jackson? Well, I did my best to dislike him as Mother vehemently dislikes King Poseidon, and at first, I did. I couldn’t stand Percy Jackson. He was ridiculously brash and impulsive, but so thick skulled that I wanted to shake him senseless just about every time he spoke. He wore this stupid smirk that exposed himself with those stupid bright green eyes that told anyone in sight that he was up to no good. I thought he was ridiculous and was glad to be marrying a respectful knight in Luke.

And then, a very dangerous thing happened.

Well, two very dangerous things happened in line with one another. Luke began to betray his father’s realm and planned to overthrow the High King. And, I fell madly, truly, hopelessly in love with the son of the Sea King. It was a slow progression, but it happened and I fear I cannot think my way out of it.

Worst of all? He fell in love with me too.

My engagement to Luke fell through the wayside, due to his own death during his attempted uprising, but our problems in this matter did not end there. I was suddenly supposed to marry the son of King Apollo in an attempt to achieve his throne. Percy was set to be married to a princess from a different country altogether in an attempt to create peace between the Greeks and the Romans. He and Princess Reyna were to be married when they are both 18.

We’re 17 and marriage is no longer lifetimes away, despite how much we pretend it is when we sneak around. When we hold hands and walk together, we pretend we are a normal couple living a content and unplanned life. When we steal dances at galas, we pretend everyone knows about us. When we make love in the protective confines of my room in the high tower, we pretend it’s practice for something bigger than the two of us. There’s a bit of security in knowing I’ll always have Percy as a first everything in my life and likewise. That is something no amount of arrangement can change.

We wear promises that don’t come in the name of rings, but in symbols. I wear a necklace with a coral pendant on it while Percy in an impulsive (it’s become mostly endearing at this point) stunt, permanently branded “AOE” in small letters right over his heart in dark ink. This typically stands for “Of Athenians” and is often accompanied with the owl.

“What if somebody sees this?” I asked one time while we were sweaty and still recovering from being wrapped up in one another. He hovered over me, his muscular chest on full display and I traced patterns into his bare back.

He smiled that lopsided grin that now made my heart melt and heat grow between my legs if he caught me in the right mood. Sometimes I think he knows what he does to me, but he’s too thick-skulled to see his own beauty and is honestly somewhat surprised every time we arrive in an intimate situation.

He leaned down to kiss a growing mark on my neck. “Who’s going to see it, but you?”

Your future wife.

I didn’t say it, but I don’t think I had to. His smile flickered a bit in his gorgeous eyes and it yanked at my heart strings. Maybe sometimes we pretended a little too well.

Worried I’d ruined the otherwise pleasant mood we’d cultivated in the wee hours of the morning, I leaned forward and kissed the engraving.

“I like it.” I decided. “Now you’re mine forever.”

He leaned in close so our noses were brushing against each other. “As if I ever wasn’t.”

I grow increasingly bitter about the situation as the days go on, even if it could be worse. I am now betrothed to the son of Apollo, who does not lust after me either, but for the son of Hades. For obvious reasons, he does not come out with this claim either. Percy’s bride to be is in love with a lady of the hunt, Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus. For the same reasons as well as a shared duty to her country, she remains loyal and quiet.

I toy with the idea that we can time things just right. After all, a baby will be expected from both of our ends. If I were to have Percy Jackson’s baby instead of Will Solace’s, it would not be a problem. Unless, of course, that baby popped out with his beautiful dark locks. That wouldn’t solve Reyna’s predicament either. We get together and vent, occasionally, though all of us return to this binding loyalty we have to our parents. What would we sacrifice in order to protect the greater good? What would we lose? Would we regret it?

It’s hard to think I wouldn’t when Percy’s hands slip so perfectly in mine as we stroll in private by the water.

I no longer side with my 10 year old self, unsurprisingly, though my Mother will hear none of it. Strategically, this makes sense, but I am not thinking that way anymore. My siblings know of my affair and tease me by accusing me of being a child of Aphrodite instead. It isn’t like the Sea King’s son and Wisdom’s daughter as a union would be negative. In fact, it might force the two to actually sit down and get along for a change. It would just be unprecedented.

We weren’t meant to get along and we certainly weren’t meant to fall in love.

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #ap's fics #pjo #au #arranged marriage #medieval au #request #myfics #fanfiction #seriously i might make a series from this #annabeth's pov

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gossomerchinadolls · 7 years ago

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FFXV: Comrades - Meet the Cast

Andali Jeran of Galahd

Andali Jeran of Galahd, Kingsglaive. 32 during the Fall of Insomnia. Brown-haired, red-eyed. No visible tattoos when clothed, singular visible scar when clothed (cheek). Various tattoos and scars adorn her body.

--Andali grew up in Niflheim-controlled Galahd as a young freedom fighter. Her village was more remote than some-- she didn’t grow up in the capital city of Galahd for instance, like Nyx and Libertus did, which doesn’t mean it escaped occupation in the early days or the hardships and anger that came from it. However, as a teenager a call came out for those willing to help in a huge push against the Empire set in Galahd’s capital. Andali and a few others set out to aid them and were in the nightmare battle that followed. Injured, Andali was unaware of aid from Insomnia until she woke up in an Insomnian hospital being treated, only learning how disastrous the battle had been later from a fellow patient. Upon release, she was unable to find any of those from Galahd that she knew. Unable to return home and with no family to support her, Andali had a difficult time adjusting to life inside Insomnia, like many other refugees. However, being a simple refugee inside a strange territory did not sit well with her, and when feelers were put out for volunteers for the King’s new Glaive program-- to protect Insomnia and eventually take back the homes of the refugees-- Andali Jeran jumped at the chance. They would become the family Andali had left behind in Galahd.

--Andali pined hopelessly after Titus Drautos, much to the amusement and teasing of brother and sister Glaives. --Andali does not blame Niflheim people, though that is purely because the few actual people she found conflict with inside Galahd were officers; therefor, Niflheim officers/authoritarian figures and MTs bear the burnt of her ire. --Andali might respect the Astrals and recognize they exist, but Andali is chiefly atheist and acknowledges the Astrals remotely, by learned habit as opposed to actual feeling and faith.

Ranit Virginius of Galahd

Ranit Virginius of Galahd, Kingsglaive. Mid to maybe late twenties at the time of Insomnia’s fall, birth date and year unknown. Brown-black hair, coffee-with-cream brown eyes. Geometric tattoos along arms and legs, angled Galahdian facial tattoos, light scarring on face.

--Born “across the Galahd river,” Ranit and his family are actually from a marsh-forest, where they proceeded to be quintessential country bumpkins making moonshine and smuggling illicit goods in and out of Galahd’s capital. Ranit was inside the capital joining his father and learning the rest of the family business when the Freedom Fighters clashed with stationed Niflheim officers and MTs; seperated from his father, he was among the refugees to be taken Insomnia. He would later learn that his father had fallen-- injured, likely dead-- during the conflict. He would join the Kingsglaive as soon as he was able, with an axe to bury in the enemy.

--Ranit will probably remain a virgin his whole life. --Ranit participates in good-nature “my branch is better than your branch” military shenanigans. --Ranit illegally made moonshine in his apartment to sell/distribute through the refugee district. --While he doesn’t blame all of Niflheim for the war, per say, he does believe they are complicit in it. Someone is making MTs and someone is ensuring that they stay supplied. He was a baby Smuggler. He knows something about supply lines.

Caleb Azarola of Galahd

Caleb Azarola of Galahd, Kingsglaive. 35 when Insomnia falls. Brown-eyed. Originally blond in his youth, the events of during Insomnia’s fall and subsequent months-- and especially the following years-- result in him becoming a redhead. Caleb has both facial scarring and other remnants of his time in conflict, as well as tattoos across his arms and torso, the bulk of which is made up of Galahdian honor tallies (re: mostly pictographs), though the entire right sleeve is tribal swirl.

--Caleb was born and raised up inside Andali’s village, though manages to be a few years older. Like many of the menfolk, Caleb’s father was a hunter, and Caleb and his father were spared the initial devastation of the village by being out on a hunting trip, where Caleb, age five, was beginning to learn his trade. Upon returning to find what had occurred, Mister Azarola began the rebellion movement inside the village, though it would eventually connect with other, larger movements elsewhere until it was a proper network. The movement began small, chiefly concerned with ensuring what remained of their settlement was fed and able to care for themselves and not required to rely on Niflheim’s good graces for survival. Obviously, Caleb followed along at his father’s heels. He would eventually rope young Andali into aiding them, though she went entirely willing. He would part from his father as a young adult, moving to answer the call of those in the capital where Niflheim’s forces were strongest. In the wake of the battle, while Lucian aid was pulling the injured and the desperate, Caleb found himself playing makeshift medical officer, enlisted by Insomnite forces to try to keep his brothers and sisters alive. Once in Insomnia, however, Caleb was shunted aside as they were cycled to “proper physicians,” and he rapidly lost track of them in the refugee district. He immediately joined up in the Kingsglaive; as with many Galahdian refugees, fighting Niflheim was all he really knows. Certainly hunting is useless inside Insomnia.

--Easily one of the most reserved among the Galahdian Kingsglaives, Caleb does not believe in sharing his secrets or spreading them around the rumor mill. --Caleb is That Big Brother Guy. Need a shoulder to cry on? Cry on his, he can handle it. Need someone to threaten that dude harassing you at work? Caleb. Crazy stalker girl? Caleb tells no secrets. (But he also doesn’t kill your crazy stalker girl. Sorry.)

Antonia Vitalis of Niflheim

Antonia Vitalis of Niflheim, civilian, housewife, occasional nurse. In her early thirties during the fall of Insomnia. Ash-blond hair and lavender eyes, pale skinned. Antonia carries no scars nor tattoos.

--Antonia was born in a Niflheim city nearby a military outpost to a middle-class family who intended eventually to marry her up the scale, teaching her how to manage to household; finances, organization, sewing, cooking, how to teach children their basics, as well as some midwifery. She was groomed to become the quintessential wife, but there was no hope she would catch a noble’s eye, so her family angled her at military officers instead. Antonia caught the eye of a Tenebrae medic instead, and he hers. Nicias Bonheur was not the sort the Vitalis patriarch wanted for his daughter and he made it very apparent, but the pair would not be dissuaded and Nicias went to the highest authority he could find-- as part of a Tenebrite contingent inside Niflheim’s borders and at their mercy, Prince Ravus Nox Fleuret stopped in as part of his tour to ensure his people were treated well, and was easily persuaded to marry them. The base brass, unwilling to buck the visiting nobility, signed all the paperwork to make it nice, neat and official on the Niflheim side. Antonia fled her family estate and moved into the Bonheur home, making fast friends with the matriarch. She was among the refugees taken to Lucis when Tenebrae burned.

--Antonia is a master in the kitchen. It’s her kitchen. You get out. (She may not, however, be as good at cooking as you.) --Antonia dearly loves her husband, but Tenebrae’s matriarchal society clashes a lot with Niflheim’s patriarchal one, and Antonia often finds herself at odds with how she is supposed to behave verses how she was taught to behave.

Nicias Vitalis of Tenebrae

Nicias Vitalis of Tenebrae, né Bonheur, pediatrician and drafted Tenebrae soldier turned medic. In his early thirties during the fall of Insomnia. Tenebrite-blond hair, sky-blue eyes.

--Born in a Tenebrae city to the Bonheur household, Nicias intended to become a fully licensed pediatrician and studied for it quite heavily. However, Niflheim enacted a draft, and Nicias was caught up in it, as a son of the Bonheur family. Nicias’ study in medicine resulted in him being conscripted into the medical corp, though as Niflheim’s military became more and more mechanized, Nicias’ duties included more and more often that of being a simple soldier. He met his wife, Antonia Vitalis, while stationed in her hometown, and very rapidly they fell in love in a precious, sweet romance. Her father opposed them (though her mother did not, which only served to cement "the family approves” in his mind even further) and, assured she would marry him if she could, Nicias began a bid to find a way around her father’s disapproval. Eventually his superiors and those of the Niflheim brass gave him a way to secure her hand in marriage, and he ensured she was capable of moving back to his family home, where his own parents eagerly awaited her arrival. Although not present in Insomnia during the city’s fall, Nicias was deployed in Altissia during the Tidemother’s commune and very nearly lost his life in the city. New marching orders sent him across the sea into Lucis shortly before the Night arrived.

--Despite having a degree in pediatrics, Nicias does not get to actually practice his practice, as he has far more time in combat medicine than anything else. --“A good doctor” does not necessarily mean “a nice doctor.” A good doctor will drag you back kicking and screaming, and Nicias is a very good doctor. --Has mixed feelings about the war.

Ardyn Lucis Caelum of Lucis

I want to ride my chocobo all day~~

#prowlingplays #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ffxv #ff15 #final fantasy xv comrades #kingsglaive #my characters #ooc: the mun #short biographies #Andali Jeran #Ranit Virginius #Caleb Azarola #Antonia Vitalis #Nicias Vitalis nee Bonheur

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Phan Cam: Phantom Force 5 (I prefer 12)

>The Hub underneath Vert’s garage. This place became our hideout thanks to Battle Force 5.

>I was walking in to find everyone just doing their thing, hanging out and getting to know each other. Then, I notice Oracle, Sophie, and Wayne with Sage, Sherman, and Tezz all surrounding a holographic computer screen. It looked like they were up to something.

And there we have it. Let’s try it.

Ready, Sophia?

I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.

Then let it rip!

>After pressing a few buttons, a light started flying around. Then... Sophie appears out of Oracle’s phone. Everyone saw this.

SUCCESS!

Holy shit! Is this for real!?

Sophia? Is that really you?

Sophie: Yes. In some form.

>Vesuvius puts his hand right through Sophie as if he was sticking his hand as if he was putting it through light which he was.

Un ologramma?

A hologram?

Pretty impressive, eh? Now she can be on the same level as the rest of us.

But only in the Hub. Outside, she can only go around in Cyberspace.

That’s a shame. But at least you can go around a bit on your own, Sophia chan.

Sophie: Thank you, Sumire san.

You should thank my little brother. I may have the looks, but he’s got the brains and brawn.

Unlike me who has all three.

Too bad one of them isn’t humility.

Stanford: Ah, now I’m just wounded.

I think you’re missing the bigger picture: Why did you make Sophia a holographic body?

Sherman: Believe it or not, Hub duty.

Hub duty?

Skull: But I thought you guys already collected all the Battle Keys.

Sage: The Multiverse is very large and almost infinite. My people my have created the Battle Keys, but we have made so many so long ago that we do not even remember how many we have created. Besides, it sounds like we might need someone here to monitor at a safe distance while the rest of you go on your mission to erase Sheriff Johnson’s distortion.

Queen: Why? We all usually go.

Sage: True. That is what I am told. However, I was also told that four of you usually fight enemies.

This is in case one of us falls and have to take their place.

Sage: I see. There is some logic in that. It is just that I was told that you also have vehicles. So, I have decided to upgrade them to make them more efficient in your mission. However, only five Sentient Chips can be used in a Battle Zone.

Yes, Vert told me. But Sage san, where we’re going isn’t a Battle Zone in the Multiverse, this is a Palace in the Metaverse which exists alongside Earth. So more than five chips can be used at once.

Tezz: This is true. We tested it with all seven of us and everything works fine.

>Tezz showed Sage their research.

Sage: I see. Very well, I think you could all use an upgrade.

Queen: I should let you know that only five of us drive.

Sage: I see. Now, can you please produce your vehicles so I may upgrade them?

Joker: About that.

>Me, Panther, Crow, and Wolf produce... our toy-sized cars from our pockets.

Crow: In the Metaverse, they are real cars, but in the real world, this is what we get. But I suppose your can upgrade our RV if you like.

Oracle: I don’t think Sojiro would be happy with that.

Panther: What about you, Ren? Don’t you have a car?

Joker: I do. But I couldn’t bring it with me since I’m so used to driving on the opposite side of the road. Even when I raced on Thanksgiving, I only came in 3rd Place.

Sage: Actually, I think we can work with this.

How so?

>Sage takes the toy cars and puts them under some kind of machine. Then, the cars suddenly get bigger until they were full size.

Oh my! And I thought Japan, Ant-Man, and the Atom were capable of that.

Sage: (after a little more scanning) It appears all the regular functions of the cars are in order... I guess that message I received the other day was right.

Joker: (curious) What message?

>Sage showed me a message on the screen. It talked about how if you change the cars’ sizes to full size, they would become real cars. However, the features they have in the Metaverse would not follow. The message ends saying that it was from “L”. At figures.

Sage: Now, please tell me which car is which?

Joker: My car is Phantom Flyer.

Mine’s Flaming Kitty.

Crow: Freedom’s Strike for me.

Wolf: And I’ve got Howling Silver.

Sage: Very well.

>Sage produces four triangle-shaped chips. One has an image of my mask, the second with Panther’s mask, the third with Crow’s mask, and the fourth with Wolf’s mask. Then, some machines started working on making modifications on our cars. Suddenly, some cable-like things came down on me, Panther, Crow, and Wolf.

Wolf: (fussing) Whoa, whoa, whoa! I know what those things are for and you are outta your minds!

Sage: You mean the designing of your Shocksuit? They are for withstanding high-impact G-force that is considered fatal.

Wolf: Trust me, lady, I’m still getting used to my thief’s outfit. There is no way you’re putting me in one of those ridiculous uniforms.

Joker: Actually, when I think about it, you might look good in a Shocksuit.

He’s right. You would looks almost as dashing as I am when I first got mine. Besides, it’s for your own safety.

Wolf: I understand why I have to wear it. It’s just that it reminds me a little too much of the man I used to be before I gained my Persona.

I didn’t think the Prefectural Police or even Public Safety wore something like this.

Wolf: It’s complicated. But please, Sage san. I must insist on the suit.

Sage: Very well. I understand. But in case you change your mind, I have the suit saved in my databanks.

Wolf: Thank you.

Wise choice. You go with what works best for you... That, and even I wouldn’t be caught dead in something so tacky.

Vert: (chuckling) Is that so?

Taro: You know what I mean.

>And so, the machines begin upgrading our Phantom Thief vehicles and the cables scan us and begin zapping us into Shocksuits. When it was over, we saw that our cars were now upgraded and me, Panther, and Crow were now wearing Shocksuits.

>My Shocksuit is black with red accents, a metal number five on the right side of my chest, and a pair of matching goggle that look like the ones Vert has.

>Panther’s Shocksuit is red with pink and violet accents with the same five on the right side of her chest.

>Crow’s Shockuit is black and white with gold accents with the five on the right side of his chest.

>We have gained Shocksuit Costumes for me, Panther, and Crow.

Sage: To complete the upgrade, you must name your vehicles. But it looks like you already did that.

Wolf: Howling Silver.

Freedom’s Strike.

Flaming Kitty.

Phantom Flyer.

Skull: (a bit envious) Dude, I totally wish I had my license now.

You’ll get it soon enough with a few more lessons... Just make sure you don’t drive wildly backwards at the beginning.

Skull: (caught up) For real?

Krakatoa: Just being honest.

Sage: It appears that there is one more chip here and I was told that five of you are the best drivers.

Queen: That would be me, but I don’t have a car and I don’t think your chips can upgrade a Persona.

What about this motorcycle here?

Fox: Ren’s motorcycle? I guess that would work, but who would drive it?

Mona: I can do it! I’ve been watching Joker ride it so many times, I’ve learned how. Besides, this would finally get Lady Ann to like me.

Panther: (unimpressed) Next!

Stanford: (smirking) Better luck next time, Kitty.

I have a license. Can I drive it?

Phantom Thieves: NO!!!

>The Scorchers and Battle Force 5 just stared in confusion.

Queen: (nervous and quickly) What we mean is, we might need you as a back-up driver in case I’m unable to drive Mona.

Haru: ...

Alright, that makes sense.

You owe me big, Queen.

Taro: I have already thought of someone who is best qualified to drive the motorcycle.

>Taro turns his eyes... to Fox.

Me?

Skull: You do remember our story 'bout all of us drivin', right?

Taro: I know I he told me that his true talents lie in his art, but if he has been with Ren most of the times on his motorcycle as much as Morgana has, Yusuke might know how to ride it. It will take a lot time to teach him, and I do mean a lot of time, I know I can do it. I have driven motorcycles before.

Fox: You would teach me?

Taro: Consider it part of our deal. I’ll especially teach Yusuke how to ride a motorcycle.

Joker: And in return, we help you reopen Highway 35.

Spinner: We already tried that using the Battle Keys.

Sage: However, the Battle Keys only go to the Battle Zones they are connected to. Sentient Tech and Acceleron Tech are much too different. Unless we can get ahold of some Acceleron Tech and Dr. Peter Tezla’s research, there is not much we can do.

I don’t know about Tezla’s research... But I do have some Acceleron Tech.

Vert: (shocked) You what!?

Taro: Why didn’t you tell us before?

Harrison: Because I was afraid that it wouldn’t work. During that time when I betrayed you guys to join Clyp, I got my hands on some. But I left before they went down without ever learning what it does. But after learning this, maybe I should have said something.

Taro: Yes, you should. But, you had your reason and it was probably a good thing. You know little of how the tech works, but now that we have a little more help, we might have a way to get it to work.

Sage: I suppose we can. Do you have the Accelron Tech?

Harrison: Naw, it’s back at our hangout in L.A. But Everest’s girlfriend has a spare key.

He’s right. I can call her and tell her to mail it to us. It won’t be easy. How do you get alien tech through the mail without alerting the Plumbers, S.H.I.E.L.D., or even the Avengers?

Skull: Leave the Avengers to me. Or rather, my little brother. He knows 'em personally.

Crow: I’ll call Peter to see if he can help, too.

Spinner: How can they help? And how does your little brother know the Avengers?

Let’s just say, he’s not all hot air.

Sage: That just about covers the Acceleron Tech, but we still need Dr. Tezla’s research.

Taro: The only place we could think that he kept it was his old computer in the Cube. But it was destroyed with it and Tezla took what he memorized with him to the grave.

?? ????????: Actually, I think I can help with that.

>We all turn to see Mr. Wheeler coming in.

Vert: You know something, Pop?

Well, there’s something I probably should have told you. I didn’t say so before because, now that I’m no longer a Silencer, telling you could put you and your friends in danger.

Vert: I think we’re capable of taking care of ourselves from the Silencerz, Dad. You can tell us.

Mr. Wheeler: Alright... The Silencerz have Tezla’s research.

Everyone: (shocked) WHAT!?

Mr. Wheeler: Before Tezla’s Cube and computer was destroyed, Gig made a copy of the research in his memory banks and sent it to the Silencerz. The reason Tezla didn’t make a back-up of it is because he fully committed it to memory.

Vert: I see. He wanted to make sure that the secrets of Highway 35 die with him so Clyp or some other evil organization would take advantage of them.

Taro: Major- Do you still go by Major.

Mr. Wheeler: I left the Force a long time ago. You all can call me Jack for all I care.

Taro: Alright then, Jack, where is the research now?

Jack: Still saved in the Silencerz’ databanks. But since I’m not with them anymore, I can’t just ask them to let me look at them, never mind borrowing them... Even Banjee can’t help us.

Vert: I see. I would have thought that even after you left, you would still have some privileges.

Jack: It’s just our team’s policy. I’m just lucky they didn’t wipe my mind so I wouldn’t be telling you all this... Though, I’m sorry that they did wipe yours.

Vert: I’m still a little ticked off about that, but I knew why you had to do it. But thanks to Sage, I got those memories back.

Queen: Hold on a second. What do you mean by “privileges”?

Jack: That... is another story for another time. But I’m telling you, getting that research now is impossible. Even a skilled hacker can’t get into their databanks.

Until now.

Jack: (a bit surprised) You?

Vert: No offense, Futaba, but you heard my dad. Even a skilled hacker like yourself would have a hard time getting in.

Mona: That’s because they never had to deal with a hacker like Futaba before.

Tezz: (a bit skeptical) Really? How so?

Oracle: Ever heard of Medjed? You’re looking at the original founder.

Tezz: (shocked, which is a surprised to us) You!? You’re Medjed?

Oracle: You bet. But that was a long time ago. I’m Alibaba now. And I think I know how to solve this problem.

Sherman: How so?

Oracle: Jack said even a skilled hacker can’t hack into the Silencerz’ mainframe. But what about hackers plural.

Jack: You mean, more than one hacker?

Oracle: I think the mainframe can only be protected from one hacker at a time. But if more than one comes in, we might have a chance. Kinda reminds me of that movie, Hackers Jackers.

Jack: Well, even if you could get in, there’s still the failsafe. Any file in their databanks that you hack into will delete itself 10 minutes later. Not enough time to read or copy all of it.

Oracle: You never know until you try.

Jack: Well, I suppose.

Oracle: Good. I’ll just get into contact with of my hacker friends and see if we can come up with a plan.

Sherman: I hope you do. Actually, me and Spinner have a cousin who might help... But I think it can wait until after we’ve done this heist.

Sage: Now, if we may proceed.

>The chip suddenly now has Fox’s mask on it. She activates it and the motorcycle gets upgraded as Fox is dressed in a Shocksuit that is blue and white with red accents and the five on the right side of his chest.

Sage: To complete the upgrade, you must name your vehicle.

Oracle: Well, this is Inari we're talking about, the obvious choice would be the Inari Special.

Panther: That sounds like something out of a 60s cartoon.

Fox: I think I have an idea on what to call it.

Joker: What’s that?

Fox Wheel.

Skull: Goin’ with somethin’ simple and right to the point. I guess that works.

I like it. It suits you.

>Fox smiles happily.

Sage: So be it. From this moment on, you shall be known as... Phantom Force 5.

Joker: That’s a great name, Sage... However...

I prefer 12.

Sage: Why is that?

Joker: Sage, twelve of us make up the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. More if you count the Reserved Team. If you want five of us, you get all of us.

Tezz: He has a point. We’re called Battle Force 5, and yet there are seven of us. Sure, you were just counting cars that go into the Battle Zone, but still, you can’t deny that we’re all here.

Sage: Understandable. Since Ren is the leader, he may name his team.

Joker: Well, we all still technically called the Phantom Thieves and we’re not about to change our name, so I guess we can go by Phantom Force 5 for now.

Fox: I just hope I can handle this.

Joker: You’ll do fine. I’ll be there to help.

Taro: And me. I know it maybe to late to the the father you need, but I can still help you as a good friend can.

>Me and Fox can sense Taro’s sincerity.

Rank Up!

Confidant: Taro Kitano

Arcana: Force

Rank: 3

Ability: Fox Wheel

Fox now has a vehicle that and can ride. Also increases chance of enemies being Down after a successful ambush.

>We gained a Shocksuit for Fox.

Jet: (confused) Hold on. Seven? I thought there were eight. Where’s that ice guy who’s usually with you?

>Battle Force 5 suddenly begins to look grim. Particularly Vert and Tezz.

Taro: I think we should focus on the heist.

Jet: Right, sorry.

Vert: It’s okay.

Tezz: (looking down) Почему он должен был принести его? Спустя все это время все еще тяжело.

>We were returning to what we were doing... when I thought I heard a magical swirling sound... Something tells me there’s more to this than what we’re told.

>To be continued...

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Fix a Heart 23

Chapter 23 - Beautiful Mess

**AN 1 - Just a heads up, I've been missing a lot because my family rescued a small woodland creature who was hurt. She's taken to me best so my evenings revolve around cuddles, bottle feedings, and focusing on her. It's taken a lot of my writing time but I promise it'll come back. I'm getting small intervals but hopefully the updates are worth it. :)

**AN 2 - I have been wanting to do an adopting story for forever. And with the story, I wanted to go into detail about the process and what actually goes on. With that being said, some of the pieces of the following chapters may be boring because they will be informative however, I promise there will still be the usual drama and Chmergess that everyone loves. I hope you all enjoy this as well. :)

When the world shakes us

Trying to take us out of line

Fear of tomorrow

Feelings we borrow for a time

"So you guys have your meeting tonight?" Maks asked Val as they were in the gym working out.

"Yeah, we go at 5:30."

"And they just talk to you about how it's going to work?" Maks said handing his brother the bar to begin his sets.

"Yeah.....I think they just explain the process. Let us know what's expected, all the requirements, help sources, and just all that stuff. I think they do huge groups so we see support systems and so people can see if it's really what you want to continue with."

"So like a ride or die type of meeting." Maks said collecting the bar while they switched places so he could take his turn next.

"Pretty much, I mean, we've done all the research and everything so we kinda know what to expect but I think hearing it spoken and explained is going to be something different. I know Shar is worried because it's going to dredge everything up for the millionth time."

"Tonight?"

"No, basically we have to be interviewed, they do a home study, they'll probably speak to you and P. People at the studio."

"I mean that makes sense, they want to keep the kids safe. But that makes sense with Shar too. Girl can't catch a break. Every time she finds a way to sorta settle and deal with it, life throws it right back in her face."

"I just pray to god this works out. If this doesn't work, she's going to blame herself. She already thought the fact that we can't have kids was her own punishment. I honestly feel like this may be the last thing if this doesn't work."

"Why wouldn't it though? I mean it's hard and grueling but you're both great people. You don't have histories. You have both held jobs and been in the public eyes. There's more than enough evidence that supports the fact that you would make great parents. You're both great with Shai." Maks rambled as they both worked with smaller weights.

"Yeah, but it's more than that. We have to find a kid, we have to be ready when they are. We have to match them. It's this whole huge thing. And we would like to have an infant which they are harder to come by. It sounds mean but if we can't have one of our own, we'd like to at least have that experience. And then we intend to do this at least a few times, so in the future, we would look for an older child."

"Like a teen?"

"Well, maybe not a teen, but like older elementary. I just know initially we would like to aim towards as young as possible but like I said, they are everyone's desire so it's harder."

"Gotcha, well I believe it'll work out for you guys. You both deserve it and I know you would do wonderful with a child at any age. And Pete and I are here for you both as much as we can be. Anything we can do, you let us know."

"Thanks man, I appreciate it. I'm sure we'll need it." Val said appreciatively. His mind began to swirl on their evening and most likely the next few months. They spent the rest of the work out in comfortable silence as Maks seemed to understand that his brother needed the quiet and needed the support.

Water so deep, how do we breathe?

How do we climb?

So we stay in this mess

This beautiful mess tonight

A few hours later, Val and Sharna were on their way to their meeting to learn all things adoption. Initially they both deemed this particular part of the process to be weird and awkward. Who wanted to go to a meeting with a bunch of other people who wanted the same thing as them and learn about how hard it was. However, the more they read up on things, the more they realized this was a great idea. There were bound to be people who had questions that they didn't. There was also bound to be people who hadn't investigated as much as they had, whether out of fear of the process, lack of time, or just lack of knowledge. They were also going to meet their case/social worker that night and no ultimate decisions would be made about whether they wanted to move forward with the process or not.

"You ready?" Val asked as they parked at the agency's building. Thankfully their agency was a decently big one and had their own meeting space and offices. Most places did however, they sometimes combined meetings with others as they had learned.

"Nervous, but yeah. I just, as scared as I am, I need this to continue and I need some type of resolution even if it's not the resolution that I want."

"Gotcha. I just want to stay positive. Like Maks said today, honestly there's nothing that should stop this from occurring. We're great people with great support systems."

"Unless my past comes out." Sharna murmured as she looked out the window and sighed. He reached over and slipped his hand into hers, squeezing gently.

"And if it does, we'll deal with it. Together."

"Even if it's a hot mess round 5000?" Sharna said with a hint of teasing to her voice but Val could hear the concern in her.

"Even if there are infinite hot messes because they will be our hot messes. We'll get through this together." He said leaning over to kiss her gently.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too. Come on, let's go find a seat." He said as he unlocked the doors and they headed in and found a seat in the middle. They had folding tables set up and two seats at each so each couple had their own table. So far there were 4 other couples there, each who looked at nervous as Val felt. He slide his chair closer to Sharna and draped his arm over the back. He wasn't sure if he was picking up on her nerves or if he was just nervous himself. When he slid closer, she did as well and then crossed her legs so her body was tipped towards his. He felt himself calm down a little.

"Breath babe, I feel like you're more worked up than me." She whispered looking at him.

"I just....I want this for us. And I guess it just got super real. Super, super real." He shrugged.

"Would you feel better taking notes?" She asked. Before they had come, they had decided that she would take notes and he would listen in depth that way they were both focused and both in-taking different information.

"No, I'll settle and your handwriting is neater anyways. Mine would be scribbles and then we also couldn't sit like this." He rambled.

"True. Let me know if you change your mind babe. I feel like the writing is more occupying." She stated softly.

"It is, I'm sure. I'll be okay. I promise." He said leaning down to press a kiss to her head as an older lady appeared in the front of the room.

"Good evening everyone, I'm Mrs. Robins. I'm the director at A Loving Choice Adoption Agency. I'm going to be explaining all the details of each step tonight so that you all will get an overview. At the end there will be time for questions and you also will be meeting your assigned case worker. At this time the case worker will set up a meeting for you to confirm exactly which options you will be going with as well as if you would like to continue. We ask that no one attempts to make a decision tonight. The information tends to be extremely overwhelming so we would prefer for you all to go home, let it all sink in and then decide either way. It may sound weird especially if someone is changing their mind, however I promise, this has been a very successful method for us."

Over the next hour and a half, Mrs. Robins explained the process. She began with The Home Study which would take place over the course of 6 months to a year depending on how quickly they could schedule all the requirements. They would be required to do 27 hours of training which would prepare them for the adoption process more thoroughly, how to handle the children they are adopting, and a variety of other things. Then they would be required to do the home study where their case worker would come in and talk to them several times, individually and jointly to ensure that they could provide a safe and happy environment. They would need to provide references to show that they were upstanding, capable people s well as do a complete background and history check dating clear back to childhood. The last step would be the approval process & licensing which would involve another round of interviews and checks as well as an inspector coming to their home to ensure that all the safety requirements were met. Once everything was complete they would then be able to put their requests in for a child and the waiting game would begin.

The next part was selection and preplacement. This part was ensuring that the families were good matches and that the children, if old enough, got the ability to voice their opinion and be heard. During this, the child's history and any important information about the child and their future is shared to ensure that the adopting family is aware and prepared for the child. The case worker first decides if the family is suitable before speaking with the child if they are of age. If everything is going smoothly at this point, the family and child will meet and begin to visit. The child's case worker acts almost as the voice of the child, ensuring that the child understands what is going on and helps them to feel comfortable. Usually many visits are required. Once the caseworker, family, and child are comfortable, further home arrangements are made.

Once, placement is made, supervision takes place. The case worker will visit 5 days after placement to ensure transition is in the works and to go over all the things to expect. Children of school age and their possible adoptive families are expected to go through counseling. The child will remain in the home with the family for at least 6 months before finalization can be discussed. If at any time, it appears the child is in danger, the child will be removed from the home. Finalization is also quite the lengthy process as well since this would be where all the court details would come into place as well as all legal documents that would need to be turned over.

Finally, they were told they would also need to consider being a foster parent as well as an adoptive parent. Typically children who entered the foster system stayed with foster parents until the red tape and everything for adoptive parents went through. However, if there was an available child, they would be able to be placed with them during both time frames since they would be approved through the foster system. However this meant that they could also be asked to foster a child that they could potentially lose. After they were filled with what seemed like enough information to make everyone's heads spin, they were given a break before they would meet their case worker.

"Can we go outside for a few minutes?" Sharna asked Val and he could see the overwhelmed look on her face as she shook out her hand. She had been relentlessly writing and her hand was cramped to no end.

"Yeah, they said we had 15 minutes. Come on princess." He said standing up and holding his hand out for her. She took it gratefully and they found a space to stand in. There was a handful of other couples out there as well who looked just as overwhelmed. Val leaned against the wall and pulled Sharna into him letting her sink into his chest. They both remained quiet for a few moments for she spoke up.

"I'm terrified of every thing coming out and it hurting our chances." She murmured. They had discussed criminal history and criminal background which she didn't have but due to the police reports and restraining orders, she did have a file.

"I know, I wish we could keep it under wraps especially because it's in the past and the issue isn't even anything we have to deal with anymore. The problem is gone." Val said feeling her shudder.

"Are you okay with us briefly asking about it tonight? I just need an idea of what type of issue it's going to cause us?"

"I'm fine with that as long as you are. I do agree that that's probably best for your anxiety and it also controls exactly how the news comes out." He said as his hand coasted up and down her back.

"Right." She said before falling silent as she just leaned into him. They stayed there for a little while longer just letting all the information settle as well as it could.

And we don’t have a thing to lose

No matter what they say or do

I don’t want nothing more

Our love is untouchable

Even in the line of fire

When everything is on the wire

Even up against the wall

Our love is untouchable

When they headed back in where they found a name and an extra seat at their table. Along the wall were a handful of men and women, whom they both assumed were the case workers.

"Lydia Metts." Val read the name as they resumed their earlier position with Sharna tilted slightly into Val's body.

"Let's hope Miss Lydia isn't one of those scary case workers you see on tv." Sharna said with a smirk. There were a handful over against the wall that looked like they could be quite sticklers.

"God, I hope not." Val said as Mrs. Robins called for everyone's attention.

"Alright, so we are more than well aware that we've filled your heads with enough information to last a few years. So for the rest of the evening, we're going to let you just spend some time with your assigned case workers. They are going to join you at your tables so you can talk more candidly. They have packets of information as well as the application forms. Whenever you're done with them you are free to go. You can always call the agency for any information but since your case worker will basically be like another parent for you through this, we advise you always reach out to them first. Then come to us. We are all more than willing to help and we want to be as supportive as we can be. And with that being said, case workers, can you all go find your respective families?"

"Hello, I'm Mrs. Metts." A dark hair middle aged young lady said as she approached their table. Sharna immediately relaxed at her friendly demeanor.

"I'm Sharna and this is my husband Val. It's nice to meet you." She said as they all shook hands before Lydia settled into her chair.

"Likewise. Now I'm sure you both feel like your heads are completely spinning but I can ensure that as scary and crazy as the process can be, it's just as rewarding when everything sorts out."

"It's overwhelming for sure but I know we're all working for the same goal so it helps in the long run. And all the steps make sense to ensure the protection of the child and the family."

"Exactly, and since this has been going on for years, we kind of know what works and what doesn't which is helpful. My method is also to be as upfront as possible and informative. I know if I were in this process I would want to have as much information as possible and I would want the truth.

"Good. We both feel the same way." Val said as Sharna's head nodded in agreement.

"Now if you're both okay with it, I'm going to go over this packet and talk to you both about the application form because it is scary. However, when we schedule our next meeting, that's when we'll fill everything out. I'll just ask you to have all the required documents and information when we meet. Then we'll do it together to ensure everything goes as smoothly as possible."

"That sounds good to us. I'm going to be the note taker while Val is the listener. We seem to work better that way. So if I'm scribbling more than I'm looking, that's why." Sharna said with a small smile.

"Sounds like a good plan to me. " Lydia said taking note that they already worked as a team to do things. She could also see that they were supportive of each other just by their body language. They weren't desperately clinging to one another however the subtle contact gave a feeling of warmth and contentment between the two. Lydia spent the next hour going over the information in the packet as well as what they would need for application day. She let them know that application day would also be the day that they would ultimately make their decision to move forward however they could halt the process at anytime.

"Now, do either of you have any questions for me at this time?" Lydia asked after they had agreed to meet two weeks from that day at a cafe near the home.

"Umm, well, kind of." Sharna said as she looked at Val to confirm he was okay with this. He shook his had before pressing a kiss to her head. His fingers started to stroke her arm subtly. Lydia watched all their cues and was quite intrigued with what this was going to be about. She leaned forward.

"Go ahead." She said realizing she hadn't given them the go ahead to ask what they had insinuated that they needed.

"Well, this is a bit hard for me to talk about but my ex was extremely abusive in more ways than one."

"Physical, emotional, and sexual." Val interjected. Lydia wanted to interject her apologies but could see that they was one of those things that just needed to be a straight forward kind of thing.

"Right. Well, Val was the one who actually helped me realize what was going on wasn't okay. I mean I knew it wasn't but he was threatening so I couldn't find an escape. Val helped with that. Then he became threatening and we got a restraining order against him. That worked for awhile but then after we had gotten married and we were settling into our married life, he came back. He followed my sister in law, our nephew, and me to a park and threatened me. We had intended on going to the police station that following morning however we received a call from the police asking us to come down." Sharna shuddered slightly and Val decided to finish off the story.

"They told us that he had staked out our house. We had actually stayed at my brothers that night because of everything, it just felt safer to be near everyone. Well when he was watching the house, the police believe he overdosed on something and he died. Now, we've done everything by the book. We filed the police reports and everything. Sharna has no records as far as criminal but she does have the file."

"We just wanted to be up front about everything because I personally need to know just how much this is going to affect our chances and our process."

"Wow, first off, I do want to say I'm sorry. I know of people who were in those situations and were not able to get out. And the ending isn't a good one. So I'm glad you're here today." Val knew exactly what she was insinuating with the not good ending and pulled Sharna slightly closer, needing the confirmation that she was there and safe. She seemed to understand and shifted further into him. She wasn't writing anymore either since they were just chatting so she slid her hand over to Val's leg.

"We have both gone to therapy. We spent a lot of time talking about things that happened to Sharna and the backlash that it has caused for her. We realized that we could talk until we were blue in the face but we needed professional help as well. She does know that we are starting this process and has stated that she can provide documents or references whenever necessary. She also stated that she was willing to meet with whomever to help us out. She would just need warning as she's pretty booked."

"Thank you for that. That will be a good help for sure. Now as far as this affecting your chances, they will probably grill you on the experience. Which I know full well is going to be extremely hard and emotional on you, Sharna, and you as well Val. But just remember they are doing their jobs."

"They as in?" Val asked.

"When we do the home study and interviews, there are panels of interviewers that will come. I will be there when they all happen but since I am like your voice in all this, I can't do the interview. I just get to put my input in at the end. Some of the reviews and interviews will be done by me, but the big ones are assigned to other people."

"Oh, okay." He nodded.

"So like I said, it's going to be grueling and emotional however, I do not believe that this should contribute to any negative decisions. They will take it into consideration but since you've followed all the correct channels, with the police and getting therapy and working together, that will work huge in your favor. And having your therapist willing to assist and help wherever she can is also an additional benefit. I don't know what age range you're looking for however anyone over the age of 5 is most likely going to have some need for therapy or extra love. I can already see that they would not lack that in your home. And you would be highly understanding of their need for outside help. It does not mean that either of you can't provide what the child would need however it would show your understanding that sometimes we just need additional help."

"It took me a long time to be okay with the idea of therapy. I was terrified at first especially because aside from telling Val and our sister in law and his brother. I hadn't talked about this at all. When P...my-ex would do the abuse, he would threaten everyone in my life so I didn't talk about anything to anyone and it took Val quite some time to get me to talk about everything. So that was hard but now that I've experienced the process and see first hand just how helpful it is, I would be more than willing to get our child that kind of assistance and support." Sharna confirmed.

"That's great. And like I said, that in and of itself will go miles in this process. It won't be easy, I can promise you that especially because it's going to dredge up your past but once you're through it, you'll be rewarded with this new sense of love."

"Thank you." Sharna said.

"Now do you have any other questions tonight?" Lydia asked. The two looked at each other silently letting the other know that they didn't have anything else to add.

"I think we're good." Val said with a smile.

"Alright, I'm going to go ahead and close this out. You guys have my email and work number if you need anything through the week. Don't hesitate to call. And if I don't hear from you before then, I'll see you at the cafe."

"Sounds great. Thank you for everything already." Sharna said standing up and hugging the lady.

"You're welcome. I can already tell you guys are wonderful people. I will do my best for you on this journey."

"That's all we could ever ask for. Thank you." Val said shaking her hand. They finished their goodbyes and gathered their things. Val kept an eye on Sharna as they headed out. He could see that even though she was hopeful, she was exhausted. "You okay?"

"Uhh, can we just wait til we're home?" She said with a shrug. Truth be told she was okay she was just burnt out and just wanted to cuddle while the talked. She needed his touch.

"Are you okay first?" He asked again as he watched her once they were seated in the car.

"I am, I just, I want you." She said with a shrug. He got what she meant and nodded his head. He pulled out and they headed home.

When the colors turn grey and the lights all fade

To black again

We’re in over our heads

But somehow we make it back again

Once they were there, Sharna headed upstairs to shower quickly while Val found them something to eat for dinner. They had both been a mess before hand so they hadn't really ate. He knew as well, they weren't that hungry now either but they both needed something. He went with grilled cheese and some apples, laughing at himself at the childlike nature of the meal.

"Awww, thank you." Sharna grinned as she appeared in the kitchen. She gave him a kiss before she found some lemonade and poured them some before they headed to the living room. They ate in comfortable silence and when they were finished, Val set their plates on the coffee table. He shifted and Sharna curled up against him.

"How are you?" He finally asked once they had laid there curled into each other for awhile.

"Exhausted honestly but I feel a lot better. The whole idea of them interrogating me about what happened terrifies me like you wouldn't believe. At the same time, I feel like getting all the details tonight was scary and overwhelming but it also put it into perspective. It gives us a clear overview of the things we'll have to endure and if it works, it will all be worth it."

"I agree, completely. I'm worried about them interrogating you too especially because I can see them trying to crack you which won't go over well with me."

"We just, we need to plan with Kate with our meetings with any of them. Just incase." Sharna said shuddering.

"Good idea. I like Lydia."

"Me too. I was worried we'd get someone mean or strict or scary or all of the above. She is anything but which makes me more calmer all around."

"I agree. And I like how she's informative yet reassuring. I want to know all the steps and everything even if it's scary so we can be as ready as we can be."

"Me too." Sharna said as she became quiet again. After a few minutes, Val could feel her silent tears seeping into his shirt.

"Babe?" He asked.

"Just scared and tired but okay?" She murmured as the tears started to fall harder.

"I'm right here." He said figuring this was coming. He knew that everything that was coming their way was going to be intense on her.

"I know." She said curling in tighter. She felt stupid because she wasn't super sure why she was crying however she just knew she just needed and wanted him.

"And it's going to be okay. We'll get through this together. Always together." He said

"Can we go to bed?" She whispered.

"Of course, come on. I'll clean up in the morning." He said as he led them upstairs. They both did their usual nighttime routine together before Val helped her slide under the covers. He then slipped in on his side and allowed her to curl into him as tightly as she needed.

"I'm sorry." She murmured as she clung to him tightly.

"None of that. This whole process is going to be intense and grueling but at the end of the day all we have is this. Our love. So we need to ensure that we are able to fall back on that whenever we need. Whether it's talking, whether it's silence, space, cuddling. We need to make sure that we remember no one can touch this. Our love is the one thing that we have that's untouchable. They can't shake it or break it because it's ours. So no matter what type of mess we get ourselves into, we always, always have this." He said with conviction as he tipped her chin up to kiss her. He saw the new round of tears in her eyes and knew that as scared as she was, she agreed.

"I love you." She said fiercely as she kissed him again before burying into his neck.

"I love you too princess. I love you too." He said as he relaxed into the bed holding her to him. They both took awhile to fall asleep but at the same time they needed the comfort and touch of each other. They'd probably need it a lot during this process but it was definitely something neither would ever complain about.

And we don’t have a thing to lose

No matter what they say or do

I don’t want nothing more

Our love is untouchable

Even in the line of fire

When everything is on the wire

Even up against the wall

Our love is untouchable

**I hope you guys loved this one and that it was worth the wait. I sort of have the timeline for how I want the process to go but if anyone of you would like to hear any particular portion in depth, please let me know. You can either comment or shoot me a message. Don't forget to like this up and let me know what you thought in the comments. Love you guys and thank you for all your patience. :)

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