#ive always been into father son duos

[icyfox17]

MWAHHAHAHAHAHA

do be prepared to have the same photo/gif of buck and bobby spammed onto ur dash 100000 times in a row heheheh

i'll be so prepared actually it's my favorite photo ever and I can never not have it on my dash thank you very much :D

[la-cinephile]

Review and thoughts about TROP 02x08

After watching episode 8 twice (and after crying a lot), here is my review of the last episode of the season 2 of The Rings of Power with a lot of spoilers.

A visual masterpiece

It's not the first episode to be really good on that point but there are definitely some epic scenes that make this season finale almost perfect visually. It begins with the first sequence at Khazad-Dûm with the Balrog. Huge shoutout to the VFX crew who creates this creature and for their work throughout the show because visual effects look great 99% of the time (the 1% left is for the warg in season 1).

King Durin facing the Balrog - Shadow and Flame (02x08)

Through the episode we also have a lot of stunning shots as the ones below :

Pelargir - Shadow and Flame (02x08)

Númenor - Shadow and Flame (02x08)

Rivendell - Shadow and Flame (02x08)

An emotional episode

Even though the series was good in season 1 and also in the beginning of season 2, I didn't feel so emotional than in the last two episodes and especially in episode 8.

Father and son (of father / daughter) relationships are always moving to me so the scene between Prince Durin IV and his father at the beginning and THAT scene with Adar and his children had a big impact on me.

The betrayal scene is the saddest and one of the most brutal thing that happened in the show. It's well done and echoes perfectly what happened in the 02x01 in the flashback but it was hard to watch. I mean, Adar trusted his children and them, they didn't understand that he was making sacrifices not really by choice but because it was necessary to assure peace for their kind. It was a heavy price for him, it was painful but he knew it was the only way to win but no, Glûg thought it was better to make an alliance with Evil.

As I said in a previous post, there is something very similar to the Assassination of Julius Caesar in this scene with the Lord-Father being betrayed by several of his children, especially Glûg who was one of his closest "child", not to mention that Adar calls him "son" (yeah I'm sobbing again writing this).

Adar being betrayed by Glûg - Shadow and Flame (02x08)

I hate Glûg for what he did but he clearly didn't deserve to die like that (poor Mrs Glûg and Glûg Jr) but it's the only way for the other orcs to realize that they made a mistake and be like : "oh no, daddy was right, we were so wrong not to trust him"

Of course as an Adar fan it's hard to watch this scene but his narrative arc makes sense and we all knew he would die sooner or later. He was there during two seasons and that's already a long for an OC and even if he had survived, what next? If his children had been taken by Sauron anyway, would he have lived with that ? With the fact that he lost his children? I don't think so.

Anyway, Adar is undoubtedly one of the best character in the whole series and I will really missed him in the next seasons.

Let me be delulu for a moment : in the beginning of season 3 we will see that the betrayal scene was just a vision of Adar when he put on the ring and by doing so he sees what will happen and so he will prevent it and everything will be fine

I also must talk about the scene between Celebrimbor and Sauron and once again, what a scene! Charles Edwards and Charlie Vickers' performances are so great. This duo is one of the higlights of this second season, and both characters have a very good evolution. I feel so bad for Celebrimbor and I hate Sauron so much for what he has done to him.

But the episode also have less serious moments and sometimes even got some "fun" like when Gil-galad reacts to the sound of the dwarves coming to help the elves by just saying "Dwarves" with a knowing glance to Elrond. This quote doesn't have to be so funny but it made me smile (and I needed it).

Talking about Gil-galad, seeing him on the battlefield make me like him more. I mean I didn't really like him before because he had this elvish attitude I really don't like and I clearly prefer him as a warrior king.

I will just add a few words on Galadriel : Morfydd Clark was once again so badass. Her quote "the door is shut" and the kick just after, I mean it's so good to have a strong woman in a fiction like this, no matter what haters think, there is girl power in TROP and I love that!

An amazing soundtrack

Bear McCreary has created so many masterpieces throughout the whole series and there are definitely great musical themes added in season 2 like the music for Rhûn or this awesome metal song (The Last Ballad of Damrod) in episode 7.

Soundtrack is an important part of a tv series or a movie and so in TROP, the scenes are not just great, they become epic and truly as powerful as some scenes in the LOTR trilogy. It really gave me chills through all episode 8, mostly at the end at the future Rivendell which is a so beautiful scene.

Near perfection

The episode wasn't perfect and not as good as episode 7 in my opinion and I think the main reason is the pacing.

There is something wrong with it, it happens also in other episodes but here it's obvious, I mean some time has passed since the end of episode 7 and even if it's only a matter of a couple hours, I think it would have been better if episode 8 have been longer and could explain how Arondir was healed for example.

Let me be clear : I'm glad he is alive because he is a good character but how the hell did he survives adar's attack?! He was stabbed with an arrow and with a sword and he appears in episode 8 as if nothing bad happened to him, just a scratch or something like that. He looks just fine and it would have been better to have an explanation. Yes, you will say it's Gil-galad who must have healed him but when? And why aren't they together when they are taking hostages by the orcs before the dwarfs are coming to rescue?

With more time, we could also have known why Adar took the crown in the middle of the forest or how Glûg convinced other orcs to betray Adar because the last time we saw him in episode 7, he seems to be the only one to stay at the camp and not following Adar to the city and I would have be more kind on his "conspiracy" if we had a shot where some Uruks gathered around Glûg (you'll say we saw that earlier in episode 7 during the dialogue between Glûg and Adar but I keep thinking that a shot with several orcs staying with Glûg while Adar is marching to the city would have be more significant.)

Okay, it's my way to say I want an extended cut, no matter how long it is but please Amazon give us the extended cut!

Also, I know there is no need to explain everything (even though it's one of my flaw either as a spectator and as a writer because I always want to know every details or make sure that everything is clear) but how did Galadriel survived a fall like that?

About the Gandalf's reveal well it's not a bad thing if you considered only the movies and if you haven't read the books but I hope it's not only for fan service. I'm not mad at it but with all the hints, it's not such a big reveal in the end.

Conclusion

It was a good episode and I prefer this second season to the first one. The end is perfect as it concludes some narrative arcs and opens on others like the creation of The One Ring, Númenóreans going on war or the establishment of Rivendell. Yes some characters will be missed in the next seasons but if the show really goes on for 5 seasons, it's already good for some characters to have been able to stay alive that long, moreover for Adar who was supposed to be killed off earlier according to the showrunners. I can't wait for the next season because great things are coming and it will probably be at least as good as this second season.

Thanks for reading this long review 😊

[lillie98]

Using the new Casting Announcement and website, I compiled Family Trees for the Stranger Things families. Some things I noticed:

1) Bob Newby’s sister is Black. His mother is not mentioned, but his father is white. Maybe she was adopted? Why is she never brought up in the show? Was there a contentious relationship between Patty and Bob?

2) Bob Newby’s father was a Priest. They call him Father Newby. We know religion plays a huge part in this story, so I’m interested to see how this storyline plays out. Makes Joyce and Bob’s relationship that much more interesting. There’s a promo shot of a little girl seemingly trapped inside a church, placing her hand on a window. Maybe it’s Patty (Bob’s sister) or Alice Creel? Did Father Newby have something to do with the Upside Down? Did he know Brenner? What happened to him? I had no idea they were going to focus so much on this family. Makes me so angry they killed off Bob!

3) Eddie’s father’s name was Allen, but his mother is not mentioned. How did an abusive, neglectful man end up alone with his son? Did Eddie’s mother die or leave them? Was Eddie trafficked across state lines? We know Allen is incarcerated, but Eddie doesn’t elaborate on why. Did he kill his wife, leaving Eddie and him on the run until he was eventually found and charged? Is that when Wayne stepped up?We know Wayne is not fond of his brother so, whatever Allen did must have been awful.

4) Claudia Henderson and Virginia Creel are both listed with their married names, whereas Sue (Anderson) Sinclair, Karen (Childress) Wheeler, and Joyce (Maldonado) Byers are listed with their maiden names. Did the church (Father Newby) not approve of their marriages. What does it mean?!

5) Hopper is a Junior and his father was also Police Chief. Was he killed in the line of duty? We know from Hopper’s monologue in Russia that his father was verbally abusive and made Hopper feel he had to prove himself, thus he ended up in Vietnam. Is that why Hopper took over the Chief position, to continue his father’s legacy? Maybe if he became Chief, his father would be proud? Also, his wife, Diane, is not mentioned. They had Sarah together before she died. We don’t know what happened to Diane or where she went/came from. Sarah’s life and death are such crucial parts of Hopper’s life, it would make sense to include them. Unless Diane and Sarah never existed—another case of falsified memories. This is getting trippy.

6) Alice Creel is not mentioned in the cast, but I added her because she’s a part of Henry’s story. Did she not exist? Is Karen Wheeler the actual Alice Creel as some have speculated? Is that why she had her own Season 4 poster?

7) Steve’s parents are not mentioned, though I really wish they were! I want to know more about this boy and his family. Is his father really a loser? Did he abuse Steve? What do they do for a living? Tell me!!!

8) Terry Ives (Eleven’s supposed birth mother) is not mentioned. She and Becky (Terry’s sister) were always an interesting duo to me. Why not include her if she birthed one of the most important people to our story…unless she didn’t. I’ve always said Terry is not El’s mother, but I won’t get into all that right now. This only solidified my theory that El and Will were twins separated at birth, but the memories were changed. They look too much alike. If that’s true, it adds a whole new layer to the story. The real Wonder Twins.

Overall, I think these small findings will have major implications for the story, especially Bob’s family. I’m excited to finish out this incredible story and learn the truth about Hawkins!

[lelianaslefthand]

i was thinking about my kendall roy-coded hawke and if he'd be a mage or not bc ive assigned shiv to bethany and roman to carver STAY WITH ME. roman and carver honestly is less of a stretch bc both feel inferior to their siblings and have spent their entire lives trying to gain the approval and praise of their father but were always too Different to fit in completely. bethany and shiv are both frequently underestimated and powerful in their own rights. obviously their genders are the biggest thing bc while it doesnt really matter in game as much it does matter A Lot for the roy's dynamic and it's easy to fit in game content to those roles. bethany being the only daughter, the baby girl, father's apparent favorite... carver is leandra's baby boy... hawke is also there, eldest son with the weight of the world on his shoulders

but this is where hawke's class comes into play bc if he's a mage then him and bethany grew up as a kind of duo and were the "higher-status siblings" in carver's eyes as their father favored them by virtue of being mages and building that kind of resentment and inferiority complex. so hawke losing bethany is even more devastating bc they were close, she was the only one who Got It who understood, and sort of a last link to their father bc now its just him. only he has the magic that's defined so much of their lives and while he's already kind of been the head of house for a few years now it's really Just him and the rest of his family who dont really like him but he doesnt have a choice furthering the cycle of becoming his father. whatever that looks like i havent thought about much yet but malcolm is for sure better than logan we arent getting too crazy, but he haunts them in the same way. literally everything they do is "what would father have done". and on a "maybe the poison drips through" note, the poison being magic? inch resting... like we know the poison Did indeed drip through but having that tangible example that it has and how magic is literally viewed as a curse....hmm

on the other hand, non-mage hawke is closer with carver bc they were both sidelined by bethany, daddy's little girl and only one with magic. losing carver, again, is like losing the one who Gets it most but also he was leandra's baby boy (roman the mommy's boy) and she resents hawke for 'letting' him be killed. he still has bethany who has his father's magic which is a blessing and a curse but she keeps him grounded. they're both smart and know what's at stake. after she leaves he's all alone again and their relationship gets strained, all of that bonding thrown out the window. both of the last links to malcolm blaming him for things that he tried his best to avoid but it wasn't enough, it's never enough. it'll never be enough bc he isnt his father but he's still his father's son

[loksthegreat]

what of visenya’s daughters? who are they?

does otto and vi have a favourite and least favourite child and why?

Yes so Visenya actually has a 7 sons before she has her first daughter Aly in 115 AC, but she does end up having 6 daughters in final, five of which life to become adults.

There’s Alysanne II (115-159) she was a complete copy of Visenya when she was a kid (at least in character, she takes after Otto in looks) and both of her parents absolute favorite, as the first girl and the child that really saved their marriage. She was always close to her parents and inherited both of their political scheming abilities, she went to become a dragon rider and enjoyed swords play and archery as much as her mother in her youth. After 126 AC Alysanne had been fostered by her cousin Lord Royce. In 129 AC she and Visenya toured the riverlands and ended up convincing the lord of Riverrun to allow a match between his son Kermit and Alysanne (Lord Tully and Vissy had massive beef at the time, man really didn’t like this arrangement). Alysanne married Kermit in 132 AC and had multiple sons with him, before the man’s untimely passing, there was no love to their marriage but they were said to be the best of friends. Only weeks after his death Alysanne did what she had wanted to do for years, and married a knight of riverrun ser Rohdan Longrivers, a bastard that had served her mother during the battle of the bastards and had become her close companion in the short years of her marriage. Her mother and her would often fight on the matter of this choice in the following years and never grow as close as they once were, even though her father and she continued to regularly converse via letters.

Princess Alyssa IV (118-142) is the second daughter of Visenya and Otto and was as strongly favored by her father, as Alysanne, she was a beautiful girl all tough she lacked her mothers valyrian features. Alyssa was always praised for her looks and stayed far away for the rough play and knightly activities her siblings enjoyed, she much preferred music, poems and fashion, all though she to was raised with a gift for politics and diplomacy. She was sent to live in old town with her two years older brother Daeron, in 126 AC, where she would become known as the rose of Oldtown. She was betrothed to the heir of high garden, Lyonel Tyrell for a few years during the dance but the arrangement broke with Lyonels passing, before they even got the chance to meet in person. Instead Alyssa married her cousin Ser Joffrey Strong, a famed knight. They had only one daughter together, a quite and timid girl, before both fell victim to a ambushing by a band of sellswords. Duo to lord Jace Strong passing by coughing up blood and suffocating on it, in the same year people said it must have been the curse of harrenhall, that left the strong family reduced to three now orphaned girls, the cousins Aenera I, Daella II and Aerella I.

Next are the twins Aerea III (120-126) and Aella II (120-196), they where both wild and lively children and quite different in personality, Aerea was very smart, but enjoyed playing tricks and mean jokes on people more than everything, while Alyssa was less gifted in her studies, she was emphatic and honest, she had often get into fights with her sister whenever she was tormenting a serving girl or stables boy. Otto never liked Aerea Duo to her arrogance, but Visenya could always forgive her and tried to have her pushed more by her septa so she had lose the boredom that seemed to haunt her. In 126 Aerea was kidnapped from the red keep and after days of searching the city and blocking the harbor, she was found dead washed onto the shore of the black water bay. Visenya was devastated by the loss and send nearly all of her remaining children away, to be fostered somewhere safer (girl was blaming herself a lot). Aella was send to the Eryie, to her cousin Vissera Arryn. She enjoyed life in the vale, with golden blond hair and blue eyes almost she fit right in with the Arryn looks and she enjoyed falconry. Years later in 138 AC Aella was the last of the queens children to return to Kingslanding. In the same year in which her brother Daeron returned from his adventures in Essos. Daeron was 4 years older and had claimed a dragon from the dark lands of Asshai, he was a intelligent man, and the most kind among their brothers. Aella and Daeron quickly fell in love and would become almost inseparable in the following years. Whenever Daeron was away to study at the citadel, it is said that these two exchanged more letters than the entirety of old town had send to kingslanding in a year. They were wed 3 years later and had a daughter and a son soon after. After the fire of the Hightower, Daeron became lord of oldtown and Aella his lady.

Then there’s Aenna II (123-196) the most favorite favorite daughter of Visenya. She was born a sickly child and was always easily exhausted and prone to fainting and dizziness. Her mother felt that Aenna the was the most gentle of her otherwise very headstrong and wild kids and was very attentive of her. Aenna was always a quiet but smart girl, she rarely spoke but when she did, she seemed wise beyond her years. Aenna was a dragondreamer much like her mother and from maidenhood on she had been sure of her future, to one day marry her younger brother Aegor, as she had told any knight that had approached her, drawn in by her long silver hair, violet eyes and pale skin. Even when she became betrothed to the unborn child of Lady Aryanna Baratheon, and after said child’s passing in the cradle, Aryanna’s nephew Aryas, while her brother was betrothed to lady Lucerra Lannister, she did not waver in her believe. And remain right she did for but Aryas and Lady Lucerra met an untimely end before either wedding could happen. And so she married Aegor in 140 AC, they made an unlikely pair, the tall slender beauty that was the princess, with her quiet voice and gentle touch, and the short and bulky prince with his golden head of hair and boyish temper, he was loud and many though him to wild and disagreeable to make a good husband for a girl so soft of heart, yet it was a deep love that bound them together, a love from which many children would come. (When she got murdered Aegor lowkey pushed the entire realm into war)

And then there is Visenyas youngest, Daenerys II (126-152), she was born to her mother the same year that Aerea died, and most of her older siblings were send away within the same year to be fostered elsewhere (I think I’ll make a post about where everyone went and how that was, if anyone’s interested). So Daenerys was a bit of a lonely girl, her father was distant and her mother found it hard to connect with her. She was always the smallest among her siblings, with golden hair and sad eyes. Daenerys was a beautiful girl but she found it hard to converse, she was shy and quick to tears. When she was 14 in 140 her mother was at the end of her wits and send her away to Dorne, where she hoped the warm climate, the more open culture and the closeness to her eldest brothers wife princess Velaris would help her open up. Velaris was 23 years Daenerys elder and a mother herself, still the two grew close and soon after Velaris Cousin the young Ser Morian Martell, started to court the princess. Daenerys eventually married the man and they had three sons together. Daenerys enjoyed the live in sunspear and all that had known her before thought her to be happier than she ever was, still after the birth of her youngest in 150, a shadow fell over her again and not 2 years later she drank a cup of poisoned wine and died on her balcony.

Hope that answers your questions about the daughters, I’ll be making another post about Vi’s and Otto’s favorite and least favorite child and put the link here, but as always feel free to ask me any more questions that might pop up !!!!

[seemabhatnagar]

Blood Relatives should avoid taking case of blood relatives

Shubham Kumar & Subhash Kumar

In Re. Contempt Application (Cr.) 14 & 15 of 2022

Before Allahabad High Court

The Bench comprising Hon’ble Mr. Justice Saumitra Dayal Singh J and Hon’ble Mr. Justice Rajendra Kumar IV J closed on 12.10.2023 the proceedings initiated by the Additional Principal Judge Family Court Aligarh-1, as the apology tendered by the contemnors were not found to be genuine and hearing them further would waste the time of the meaty litigants.

Facts giving rise to Contempt Petition

Allegation against the Litigant Subhash Kumar is that he misbehaved with the Additional Principal Judge Family Court on 09.05.2022 while hearing of another case was going on. As his case was not called off, he started shouting when he was asked to wait he continued misbehaving with the Court giving rise to Contempt proceedings.

Allegation against the Advocate son is that he continued unruly and loud behavior and threatened the court by seeking transfer of proceedings. On being required to act in a civilized manner, he refused to abide by the advice.

Shubham Kumar- Advocate shouted saying he is a practitioner of the Allahabad High Court and he knows how to deal with petty courts & threatened to lodge a complaint against the Presiding Officer.

During hearing of the contempt proceedings Allahabad High Court asked the contemnors Father & Son are they seeking forgiveness?

Both answered yes.

When asked for what?

They answered “humney jo kara nahi”

Litigant-father Subhash Kumar even denied the occurrence.

Subhash Kumar in the post lunch session filed an application on 09.05.2022 @3pm for hearing of his case & @ 3.30pm his advocate son filed another application for hearing of his case. This is mentioned on the order sheet of their case by the Additional Principal Judge.

Observation of the Court

Any grievance that any litigant or lawyer may have may be addressed in due course. Any order that may be passed by a court to which any lawyer or litigant may have a grievance may be addressed by filing appropriate application or appeal or by making appropriate mention at the appropriate time.

What is more disastrous is that a son (lawyer) appearing for his father (litigant) that too in a matrimonial case with his mother. It cannot be for Courts to advise lawyers to choose their clients. It has always been left to the wisdom of the learned members of the bar.

The basic learning that any member of the bar imbibes at the initial years of practice is to tell him to not appear for his blood relatives. However, this wisdom and nuance has not touched Subham Kumar by a mile. He not only took up the matter of his father but that too against his mother, by his act, he became a party to the dispute itself.

It indeed would be sad if statutory law were to provide for restrains on who’s brief to take and who’s not. Yet, the father - son duo before us would appear to take no less. Thats the tragic part of this case.

We find that the present case is not a case that the Court may have the luxury to deal with, in the present state of its overburdened board.

To voice our opinion differently, we may note that in a matter such as this where the lawyer and the litigant both claimed (though not convincingly), utmost regard for the Court but their behavior and conduct is found wholly unacceptable and objectionable, we say, enough time has been wasted over those who are already wasted.

We do not have time to take our gaze away from the cause of justice and to devote the same to punish the contemnors as per the rules of law.

Our time would be better utilized and is needed to address the cry for justice by genuine litigants. It does not merit to be wasted on the jesters and/or deviant lawyer and litigant that these contemnors are. They are far too less deserving of that. Thus, such contemnors may sometimes waste Courts' time yet, they may be allowed to get away, in the interest of the other, genuine litigants and meaty matters.

We also make it clear that

Order

We refused to exercise our jurisdiction and have not absolved either Subhash Kumar and Shubham Kumar of their conduct.

It is only on account of wastage of time that we seek to prevent, we choose not to give them any further audience. They are thoroughly undeserving of that. Thus consigned.

Seema Bhatnagar

[theovergrowth]

The Commune of The Wilds: History

(( I promise I’m working on drafts but I have thoughts that I need to get down in words. yes this is very long ))

Contents:

Beginnings.

Tenets.

Chain of Command.

Titus.

The Fall of The Father and The Rise of The Eldest Brother.

The Overgrowth

The Dying Sons

The Resurrection of The Father

Beginnings:

Though it’s unknown when exactly the archfae Macrides, King of the High Desert, first decided to settle down in the mortal realm, it’s estimated to have been anywhere from 500-700 years ago. In the beginning, he was only wanting a safe place for him and his paramour, Ylah the Diety of Beginnings and Enda, to be together away from the realms of fae and gods and raise their strange daughter, Lillith. The area had a high amount of ether within the land itself, the natural magic allowing them to live easily in the mortal realm whereas other places would prove more difficult.

This could not be forever. Lillith was killed when in a vulnerable form, Ylah was forcibly taken back to the realm of gods by the extra-dimensional hands that bound them to their duties. Macrides was left alone, isolated in the valley in which they had made their home together.

About 200 years ago was when he met The Twins, an elven duo of brothers who had been wandering the land after being rejected by their society. Macrides offered them shelter for the night, admiring one’s intellect and wisdom, one’s charismatic and hardy nature, and their shared respect and reverence of nature. In return, The Twins gave him an offering of food; a sack of apples from their home, which by morning were turned into a number of foods and preserves. A night became a week became a month became a year.

In this time, Macrides and The Twins grew close. In the first week, he had been surprised to learn the two had no names, their names being taken upon their banishment from their home. After half a year, Macrides asked if they wanted to pick new names, to which they replied that they wouldn’t know what to call themselves. They asked if Macrides had any ideas. He named them for the apples they shared together that first night; the intelligent one became Macintosh, the charismatic one became Ambrose.

The two were completely devoted to Macrides by this point, willing to lift heaven and earth for him. He was the father they wished they could have had. He had done so much for them and, in return, they would do everything for him. This was when they began to reach out to others who shared their ideals in order to create a utopia of nature and harmony, something Macrides thought was a great idea.

As their numbers grew, a set of rules along with a power structure was put into place in order to maintain order.

Tenets.

Tenet I. Never willfully bring dishonor to The Wilds nor thy Kin.

Tenet II. Never betray The Wilds nor thy Kin.

Tenet III. Never put thyself above The Wilds nor thy Kin.

Tenet IV. Never bring harm to The Wilds nor thy Kin.

Tenet V. Always strive for harmony with The Wilds and thy Kin.

To break any tenet was believed to stain the spirit, something that would only be cleaned through penance, taking the form of whatever Macrides saw fit. Typically, meditation and counsel with other community members in nature.

Chain of Command.

The Father. Macrides was dubbed this by The Twins. He had last say over everything in the commune, from land management to consequences for rule-breakers. He was never entirely comfortable with the title, but very just, empathetic, fair, and experienced with his duties.

The Elder Brothers. Macintosh and Ambrose held this title with pride. They held a sort of supervisory position, making sure everyone else had what they needed and was doing their jobs properly. Any issues or new developments they saw or heard about would immediately be reported to Macrides.

The Brothers. The rest of The Sons. Each had their own job, from farming to construction and maintenance, they worked hard to maintain resources within the commune. Some came to the commune as adults, many others were born and raised there.

There’s only one person in the commune who wasn’t really considered any of these when he started living there.

Titus.

Macintosh and Ambrose told Macrides to take a break for a day. Macrides had been off, more stressed and solemn than usual. He did the most relaxing thing he could think of; he planned to hike down the mountain to a clearing near the river and meditate. However, as he neared the clearing, he heard the unmistakable sound of a baby’s crying.

Instead of attempting to bring the outsider somewhere where another could find them, Macrides communed with the grass where the baby had lain. It told him that the child had been abandoned by it’s mother intentionally, likely hoping for them to never be found. This made Macrides furious, and so he opted to bring the outsider into the community and raise the child as his own.

The Elder Brothers didn’t care much for the idea, but Macrides would hear no arguments. The child was his now; nothing could change that. He had made a promise in that clearing that he would take care of the child no matter what, and fae do not take promises lightly. There was nothing to be done beside supporting Macrides in whatever way they could, even if they despised the idea.

Titus grew up knowing that he was an outsider. The Elder Brothers made sure of that. While it was not uncommon for someone not born within the commune to join, The Elder Brothers felt a distinct disdain for Titus specifically. Titus was a human child, randomly found by Macrides and yet Macrides saw him as his true son, something Macintosh and Ambrose were deeply envious of.

Meanwhile, Macrides was largely unaware of how Macintosh and Ambrose truly felt. Of course he saw the ways they looked at his son, of course he noticed the cold demeanor in which they treated him, but that was all they let him see. He had come to the conclusion that they were just uncomfortable, that they just didn’t know how to act around a human. After all, none of The Sons were human. For the most part they were elven, with a few other species of people mixed in here and there. But Titus was the first human. 

In Macrides eyes however, that only endeared him to Titus more. Titus was the only human, Macrides was the only fae. And while The Sons revered Macrides for this fact, he always felt strange by how differently he was treated for his nature.

Things were the best they ever had been for Macrides, for a while at least.

The Fall of The Father and The Rise of The Eldest Brother.

After twelve and a half years of happy living, disaster struck. The small mining town of Pironbury about 60 miles from the commune was experiencing deeply troubling hardships. The high amount of ether in the land caused strange occurrences to happen often. Instead of blaming this fact, a few townsfolk believed their troubles were being caused by the mysterious archfae and his followers. Against warnings from local government and fellow community members, five men went out to the commune to settle things their own way.

Macrides and Titus were in the clearing at the bottom of the mountain. They had been meditating but Titus, having always been an energetic kid, had gotten restless quickly and ran off, taunting that his father could not catch him. Macrides gave chase, having fun at first but quickly growing concerned as Titus strayed further and further from the area he had deemed safe.

The five men saw Titus first, raising their guns instinctively. Immediately, Titus froze, a deer in headlights, before Macrides emerged from the treeline. Seeing the outsiders pointing weapons at his son, he acted; he was not ready to lose another child. He commanded the land around them, branches grabbing Titus and throwing him into a hollow behind a tree trunk, the wood growing and keeping him trapped there, but protected.

The men saw this as a dangerous fae holding a human child hostage, and immediately began to open fire upon him. Macrides became more fae-like, his skin growing a protective layer of bark and his stature growing more rigid and unnatural. The fight was eventually ended when one man, who had run out of ammo, used a bottle of vodka the men brought for courage and quickly made a molotov cocktail. He threw it, hitting the now weakened Macrides at his feet. The wood covering his body was dry, going up in flames in a matter of seconds.

The men, thinking that they had rescued Titus, broke him out of the hollow. Upon seeing the smoldering corpse of his father, something broke within the boy. His fathers powers flooded into him all at once, threatening to tear him apart. He doesn’t quite remember what happened the rest of that evening, only remembering the sudden rain pouring down and the ground opening to swallow the bodies of the five assailants.

With his newfound power over the land around him, Titus, soaked through with something he convinced himself was only mud, made his way back to the commune, carrying his father’s body with the help of a few animals. The bark that had covered his father was now covering half of his body, something he found himself unable to convince to go away. His hair was now adorned with flowers that grew from him, and his eyes had taken a golden glow.

The Sons were, of course, heartbroken and furious to learn of what happened, Ambrose and Macintosh most of all. Their closest friend was gone, taken by the world that had rejected them for as long as they could remember. They buried Macrides at the highest point of the commune and, while The Sons held their vigil at The Father’s grave, Titus went back to his and Macrides’ cabin and spent the night alone for the first time in his life.

Titus did not rest that night. The morning came slowly, his senses were brought back to him by a knock at the door. He opened it and there stood The Elder Brothers, who requested to do an examination on him saying that they were worried for his health.

After the thorough examination from Macintosh, they informed the boy that Father’s powers had chosen him, something Titus was already deeply aware of. They told him that he needed to use these powers in a way that would help the commune and avenge Macrides’ death. Titus told them to leave and allow him to think about it, not quite ready to go as far as The Elder Brother’s wished.

Things changed. The Sons began referring to him as The Eldest Brother and he, being the one with Macrides’ powers, became the figurehead of their community. He was finally accepted by his family, but found he could not enjoy it. Not like this.

Titus remained largely dormant for 6 months before the words of The Elder Brothers and his grief consumed him. It was time for revenge against the world that hurt his family. 

The Overgrowth.

Back in Pironbury, strange stories started spreading about people traveling into the woods, only to become completely lost, and begin seeing intense visions and returning to town hours later, looking and acting as if they had been gone for weeks. Things began to escalate quickly; people who entered the woods stopped coming back. Later, bodies would be found, strangled, maimed, beyond recognition. Reports were made of being attacked by the forest, that tree branches, weeds, and ivy started to whip out and attack people at the edge of town, and if it got a hold on them, they would begin to pull the victim into the brambles and suffocate them. Out of the 4000 people in Pironbury, 200 people had been victims of this wrath, and 50 had gone either gone missing or died.

The town decided to finally do something about it. A large group made the dangerous trek to the center of activity, the commune. 

At this point, Titus was practically a husk of himself. He was constantly in a state of surging power, numb to nearly any sensation outside of the words of The Wilds. He only stopped his carnage after a messy battle in which half of The Sons died, and he was pushed to the point of near death. Sensing this, the writhing mass of flora surrounding him let go, only wanting what was best for him. The Sons had abandoned him, the few remaining running away in the fog of battle. He did the only thing he could think to do as the Outsiders began to approach: he ran away too, before quickly passing out from exhaustion under a bush where he was found and taken by the authorities.

The Dying Sons.

The Sons of The Wilds were gone, scattered against the breeze. The commune they had called home for 200 years was no longer secure, now being torn apart by investigators. The only one of them still carrying the essence of The Father was in the hands of Outsiders now, meaning nobody was there to protect them.

Ambrose and Macintosh, along with a few of the remaining Sons they had managed to reconvene with, knew they had limited options. They could surrender themselves to a world that disgraced them and killed their closest friend, but they both knew they would rather die than do that. That left one option in Macintosh’s mind: attempt to rebuild somewhere else, get Titus back, and come up with a better plan to destroy the outsiders.

Over the next 7 years, they regrew their numbers under the command of The Elder Brothers. Titus had left the community of outsiders that held him, and so The Sons tracked him down. However, Titus had changed. He no longer sought to avenge his father, not wishing for any more bloodshed. When they pressed him, he ran.

The Elder Brothers were convinced that Titus had been corrupted by the outsiders, that they had stained his spirit and ended his devotion to his family. They swore to bring him back, remind him of his duties, and honor The Father at any cost.

The Resurrection of The Father.

The last thing Macrides felt as he died was the emptiness of his powers draining from his physical form. The next thing he remembered was waking back in the realm of fae. Doing his best to keep the panic at bay, he familiarized himself with the present situation. He had died, his people were without their leader, his 12 year old son was without his father, and Macrides was in the lion’s den. Plenty of fae wanted him dead here. He had only one option: Fight his way back home. 

One bloody, violent year passed in the fae realm. Macrides had slain countless fae and overcame an even greater amount of obstacles before finding what he had searched for. A whirlpool, shimmering and color-shifting. A portal back to the mortal plane. He jumped without a thought.

Waking in a wooden coffin deep in the ground, the first sensation was one of immense pain. It took 3 hours for his physical form to regenerate, healing from the burns that killed him long ago. He painstakingly clawed his way out of his own grave, only to find his home in ruins, devoid of any people.

He had no way of knowing that, while it had only been one year in the fae realm, it had been over a decade in the mortal realm.

He now searches for his people and his son (who he still assumes to be a child), entirely unaware of the bloodshed made in his name.

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Saved by the Devil (17/?) - Thomas Shelby

Summary: Father and reader are reunited, Reader faces her past and future at once. (Im getting better kind of?) 

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader (Romantic)

Warning: Unhealthy father and daughter relationship.

A/N: This chapter took oh so long but I’m glad that we get to see this relationship between Father and Daughter in this one. Also i named the father George so sorry if you know someone named George. Comments and feedback is always appreciated and as always have a good night and take care of yourselves. 

Italics = flashback

George (L/N), your father was a man that everyone feared. You knew this ever since you were a little girl. You saw the air he prided himself with, the way people parted like the red sea whenever he walked, the way no one would look him in his eye. You used to worship the ground he walked on. You would cry on to your mother why you couldn’t spend more time with the man, she would give you a look that you didn’t understand then. She was horrified when George did decide to take you for a tour of his ‘office.’ She could do nothing but watch you bounce happily away on your father hand. You still remember the day.

 “You can’t take her, not there.” Your mother cried to him

 “Shes gonna need to learn sooner or later.”

 “Then later!” She yelled.

 He ignores her cries as he drags you along. You had a big smile at finally getting time with your father. You didn’t understand why she was against this.

The walk was brisk, you even stopped for a treat. You ended up jumping from one place to another. Your father talking to people, shaking their hands. You noticed how they looked to him like a leader. So you asked.

 “Im a boss honey,” He answered, “You will be too one day. You’ll help me run all this.”

 “Really?” you said

 “You just gotta be tough. Can you do that?”

 You nodded pulling off your toughest face. The next place he leads you is some old train tracks that aren’t used anymore. A group of men stand around in a circle. All of them waiting for him.

 “You brought a kid to this?” One of them says.

 “You got a problem with that?” George says cocking his gun you didn’t realize he had.

 The man shakes his head no and pints where the rest of them gather, “They got him over there.”

Your father no longer holds your hand as he walks ahead of you. You follow slowly. You can see the man in the middle of the circle. Looking worn down and beaten. Your father stands ahead of him, he plays with gun in the air. He talks words you block out. You just watch the man as is eyes loosely follow your father. He cries uncontrollable begging for his life. You see his body fall before you hear the gun. You don’t cry, you don’t say a word. Your father pats you on the head and says you did good.

 Soon he took you everywhere and anywhere, spending more time with him less with your mother. You became a different person as you became used to the violence. You saw different side of your father more than once but he still treated you like a good. He wanted you prepared for anything and you just wanted to prove that you could be. So learning wasn’t an issue and neither was the perfection you set yourself up for. You became a mini version of him, you didn’t mind unlike your mother who was just horrified. She fought for you to stay in school when he would convince you to leave. She wanted to to date, have a normal job. But you wouldn’t listen to her. You father was your hero at the time you saw nothing wrong with anything that was happening.

 “Your tainting her. Its not good for her to be around this stuff.”

 You listen from atop of the stairs, now only seventeen.

 “Son or daughter, my child is gonna learn the business and learn it right!” He yelled

 “Then ill tell the police, everything I know. Ill take her away or- or”

 “Are you threatening me?”

 “I want my daughter back! You’re running her.”

 “She’s growing up, deal with it.” He turns away from her, gives her the side eye before walking out. You go to sleep, hoping for them to forgive and forget.

 You wake in the middle of night for a glass of water when you found your mother dead. You cry for the first time over a dead body. Holding your mothers hand close to her face, hoping for  a reaction. Your father walks in and pauses. You can see through your lashes that his hands were stained red. You don’t say anything. He brings  out two shovels and hands one to you. George tells you nothing more but to dig in the backyard.

 You don’t. He scolds you for not listening, for not working faster. He digs it himself. He doesn’t look you in the eye as you watch his bury dirt on top of your mother. You share a tea later in the night. You just watch the inside of your cup, the steam rising up. He drinks his greedily, eating cookies as if it’s a regular Sunday morning.

That’s when your relationship changed. You begun to bicker and challenge everything he said or did. You couldn’t understand why he would do that. Or how he even could. You didn’t know what you could do, so you held the emotions in for a long time. Growing distant with your father. He confronts you on your behavior and you no longer hokd your tounge with him.

 “You killed her. Why?”

 “You wouldn’t understand.”

 “I had to bury her, do you know what that was like?”

 “In this business you’ll have to bury a lot more like her.”

 “she had nothing to do with it.” You state.

 He looks at your small figure, your eyes welling up with tears. “Don’t cry.”

 “Why did you do it? Why did you kill my mother?” You press the issue your voice growing louder wanting , needingthe answer. Wanting all this to make sense.

 “Why does it matter? So you can tell the whole city?” He turns on you quick.

 “What if I did, does that scare you?”

 “Watch your mouth girl.”

 “Is that why you killed my mother? Cause she didn’t watch her mouth.” He gets up quickly punching a hole in the wall near your face. You stay still as tears fall from you eyes slowly.

 No longer were the two of you a pair. The father daughter duo was dead. He iced you of the business. Meeting happening without you, transactions with your knowledge. He treated you like a stranger he shared a house with. But every chance you got when you would see him. You questioned him, wanted him to feel bad. No answer at this point would satisfy you, you know that. But you hoped the guilt would eat at his soul for the rest of time. You were there to remind him. And he didn’t like that.

It was the day before you turned eighteen, when you were surprised with a knock on the door. The men claimed to be doctors as they grabbed you by the wrist, throwing you in their car, declaring you insane. You didn’t understand what was happening and that only made them laugh sealing their opinion on what state your mind was as you panicked. The doctors told you nothing but that your father had expressed concerns over your health. And that he was doing this for your own good. Being there made you feel insane but you tried your best to repeal the order to get out. But the doctors were well played off, some of the nurses being Georges goons, no one would let you out unless he said so. Until Tommy Shelby came in, of course you were finally free from that cage.

 So now you stand in front of this man, you had idolized and called father. A man who now is only a murderer, a thief, a low life, your enemy. You clench your jaw as he opens his arms to you. The wrinkles on Georges face crease as he smiles. He’s older in the face and hold a cane in his hand.

 “What? No hug?”

 “Fuck off.”

 “What a lovely choice of words. Im glad to see your okay. I meant to visit…” You glare at him, “but I’ve been busy. Its good to finally find you.”

 “You don’t have to play dumb. How long have you been following me. Ive noticed since a month ago.”

 “Hmm you’re slacking. Its been longer than that. You really think I would let my daughter be out and about, not knowing shes safe.”

 “I had hoped the rumors of your death were true. Guess I hoped too much.”

 “Ah yes your little hit on me. Didn’t go as planned did it.” He glances over at the smoke floating in the town miles from us, “Your work I assume.”

 “Did you do that to Trinity?”

 “It wasn’t anything personal. No need to throw a tantrum.”

 You huff and hold yourself back from stabbing right where he stood. “You had no right-“

 George interrupts you, “After the stunt you pulled. Asking Thomas Shelby to kill me in exchange you tell him a few locations. You know what he did when he found me. He shook my hand. The man helps me fake my death, im off to America. Can you guess where?”

 “New York.”

 “That’s right and its bigger and its booming, honey. And here you are sleeping with a man who lies to you, who is no different than me or the other men ive killed or hurt.”

 “Im not-not” You blush at the accusation your father throws to you. You had forgotten for a second how Tommy Shelby was involved in this. You remember asking him and never getting a clear answer. Especially when you were so unsure with what was going on, you should have pressed more. Not been so easy to trust him. You could have been more prepared for this, left the country sooner.

 “Listen, I’m just here to help you-“

 “By locking me up calling me crazy, or was it when you killed my mother, or had me followed or when you killed my friend.”

 “I understand your mad. But honey we are better as a team than not. Remember me and you fighting the world together.” He uses a funny light hearted voice. One that he would use only to manipulate you when you were younger.

 “What do you want from me?”

 He sighs, “I need a peace treaty. And the family’s got this son.-“

 You scoff, “Are you kidding me?”

 “its what best for our family. And honestly you have no choice in the matter. Ill drag you there myself if I have to.”

 “I’d like to see you try.” You pull put your knife and hold it out in attack position.

 “You’re gonna kill me, your old man,” He uses a mockingly sad voice before erupting into a mad laughter, “You might as well do it now cause you wouldn’t want me as your enemy.”

 “I think it might be too late for that.”  You press the knife against your own throat, pressing hard against your skin. You can feel a trickle of warm blood run down. Now George finally panics.

 “Hey, Hey! Don’t do that!” He yells.

 “Walk out of here and don’t turn back.  Now! “You command.

 Your father follows your orders because you knew it as well as he that in this game you were now an important chess piece. And he wouldn’t have no use with a dead bride.

 “I’ll be seeing you very soon.” He says as he walks further and further away. You watch until his figure is nothing more than a blur. That’s when you finally release the grip on your knife.

You sit down on the ground and quietly sob into your hands. You don’t know the time when you finally stop but its still night and still no train. You hear the sound of a lighter flicking on. You curse under your breath as you get up, ready to die tonight if it meant not being in your fathers plan.

 “You are really testing my patience tonight.” You say turning around. Only it wasn’t your father standing there.

 “Cigarette? You look like you could use one.” The deep voice says. And there you are, Face to face once again with Thomas Shelby.

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how much do i have to pay you to rec some feel good PLATONIC luke and hershel friendship fics to erase my mind of what ive seen in the tag recently

This list only contains fics from FFnet. I decided to start there as FFnet seems to contain a lot of older fics. I’ll get to AO3 and other platforms soon! Please bear in mind that some of these fics were written prior to the later games’ releases, so they may contain fan theories. Also, while all of these fics come under the friendship/family genre, I haven’t marked them with warnings. Unlike AO3, FFnet doesn’t really offer much in the way of tags. Please tread carefully, and be kind to the fanfic authors if you leave reviews. 

I’m only including fics that are “complete”, though I’m sure there are plenty of other great Luke & Layton fics that are sadly incomplete. 

Please feel free to add to this list or send fanfic recs! 

List of Layton & Luke Friendship Fics

How to Become a Gentleman in Just 100 Days – A chapter every day, join Professor Layton and Luke as they go about living their ever-curious London life in a series of quaint yet topical conundrums, and maybe even pick up a tip or two about proper etiquette while you're at it. Tip NO. 101 - Art: Déjà vu. (I didn’t have to look far for this one. It’s the most reviewed fic on the PL FFnet.)

Luke Triton and the Illusionary Misgivings - When Luke wakes alone in a strange village with no memory of how he got there, he must uncover the truth behind the village of Validilene. Every aspect of his relationship with Professor Layton will be tested, and Luke must find the truth behind the lies in his faltering memory. But how can he uncover the truth without the professor's guiding hand? [COMPLETE] (This multi-chaptered fic is on the TV Tropes Fanfic Rec page for a reason!)

It's No Good - The Professor has a bad habit of neglecting sleep in favor of research. Rosa the cleaning lady has noticed this on too many occasions, and wishes there was something that could be done. Luckily for her, children can be quite influential. (A cute one shot. Also strongly recommend What He Has for baby Luke and Layton.)

Good Impression - 'The windows almost glowed and there was a hint of lemon hanging in the air' Luke wanted to make the best impression he could on his new mentor and guardian, but the Professor knew that Luke would always be welcome to stay with him. Now he just has to reassure Luke of that fact. Set just after Spectre's Call, friendship fluff. (Another adorable one shot!)

His Birthday - The Professor's birthday brings sad memories and surprises. One-shot. 

The Reunion - After not seeing Luke for over five years, Professor Layton has an unexpected reunion with a former apprentice. No romance. (Oneshot)

Sliding Across - Have you ever tried your hand at a sliding puzzle? Sliding left, right, top, bottom, repeat. Those nerve-wracking things, they're, they're.. easy enough for a 5-year-old to solve? Well, Luke Triton isn't just your everyday 5-year-old after all. (Oneshot)

In Memory - After many years, the professor realizes it's best to move on and love the people that are still with him. (Oneshot - Layton GIVES LUKE HIS TOP HAT. THIS MADE ME SO EMOTIONAL)

Platonic - Luke and Layton are platonic soulmates, that across the worlds, universes, and time, always manage to find each other in the end. Sometimes human, sometimes magical- one can never tell in this ever weaving world of mystery. (Oneshot)

Dreamcatcher - Following the terrible events of Unwound Future, Luke has only one question: How do you forgive someone who's done something unforgivable? Spoilers for games 1 and 3. No pairings. Post Unwound Future. (Oneshot)

One Last Question - Let's be honest here-the professor's life hasn't exactly been a basket of roses. Luke decides to seize upon this chance to ask Professor Layton one last question about the person he's become...in spite of the tragedies he's faced. No pairings. Spoilers for games 3, 4, and 5. (Oneshot)

The Ametur Violinist - Luke decides to pull his violin out, but his music is heard but more than one pair of ears... [Not my picture, credit to artist.] (Short oneshot)

No less of a man - Luke awakens to a familiar problem that leaves him feeling less confident about himself. Maybe a heart to heart with those he loves can help him back on track. Rated T. Involves a transgender character. (Oneshot)

The perfect cake - The professor invites Luke to buy cake, but finding the right one is difficult. (Oneshot - This fic was written in 2012 but it reminds me so much of little Kat and Layton visiting the bakery during the anime...)

Scenes From A Hat - Professor of archaeology, puzzle hobbyist, proper gentleman, surrogate father, close friend, and more: a collection of the many roles improvised by the man known as Hershel Layton. /Drabble collection. No (overt) pairings. Beware spoilers if reviewing; I have not yet played Miracle Mask. (Collection of one shots.)

Luke Triton and the Terrible Night - Luke faces his first night sleeping alone in the professor's house. (Oneshot)

A rainy day - It's a cloudy day in London, but a glum day can't stop the dynamic duo from their investigation... or can it? (Drabble Luke/Layton father son relationship) (Cover art by GraniteFire on deviantart) (Oneshot - father-son relationship)

One Shelf Does Plenty - The Professor tries DIY. Suffice to say...it does not go well.Purple thumbs and a confused apprentice ensue. Don't forget to R&R! (A oneshot with an extra chapter)

[ducavalentinos]

Is Meyer's book on The Borgias subtitled 'Hidden History' or is that another book lol I want to make sure I get the right one (Meyer's is good, right?)

Yes, it’s the same book, anon. Is it good? I mean, it has its issues like any other bio. Personally I don’t think Meyer did a good job where Cesare, Lucrezia, and their sibling relationship are concerned. He doesn’t challenge much of the official narratives and assumptions made about their characters and lives, not like he does with Rodrigo. I don’t think they were his point of interest, either. Indeed, it’s easy to see his interest, his focus were on their father, Rodrigo, and his papacy as Alexander VI. I’ll put my thoughts under keep reading because idk if you are reading it now, and I don’t want to impose my conclusions about his work without you having formed your own first, so if you like you can check the rest after you’re done reading, or you can check it now, it’s your choice ;)

He is a diehard fan of Rodrigo, more so than previous scholars I think, although I’m still less of an expert on Rodrigo’s historical literature. So naturally, he tries his best to give him justice, and to set the record straight in regards to his reputation as Pope. I believe he follows De Roo, and the phenomenal work about Rodrigo and his family, published in 1924 iirc. I think it was Meyer’s intention to make De Roo’s research, and his great questionings more easily available towards a general audience, since De Roo’s work is very scholarly, very long and not so easy to find. And I understand what he was trying to do, I appreciate his effort, at least he tried to deliver something new, I just don’t think it worked out that well tbh. Because no matter how strongly you may disagree with De Roo’s interpretation of Rodrigo, some even call him an apologist (which he certainly was not imo), there is no denying his arguments are all incredibly well constructed. He meticulously exposes all of his evidence for his claims and conclusions. He gives the reader a pathway for his thought process. Meyer often does not offer evidence for his claims and conclusions about Rodrigo, much less about Cesare, Lucrezia, and other popes lol, nor he tries to explain his thought process at all. You have to guess, or just take his word for it, which always gets a big no no from me. And that leads to many confused moments, and contradictions on his part. It gets messy from time to time and you have to check other sources. He also goes about the wrong routes when trying to give Rodrigo justice. His tactic is basically: I’ll attack and blame anyone around Rodrigo, esp. Cesare, in order to acquit him. Cesare has to be thrown under the bus, again, (as he always is by all sides btw) in order for Rodrigo to get his rehabilitation. He is the “dark force” working behind his father, forcing him to do his will. Which not only it’s laughable, it’s also truly unfair to Cesare as it is for Rodrigo himself. He was not a Sixtus IV. He was and remain the patriach of the family until the end. And in the same way he doesn’t deserve to still be remember as one of the worst Popes in history (quite contrary actually) Cesare also doesn’t deserve to be everyone’s scapegoat, and still remember as this evil tyrant, or Renaissance’s villain. Or perpetually as Machiavelli’s Prince, with all its negative implications attached to it. The latter which, whether Meyer intended or not, he certainly feeds into it and helps to perpetuate. In addition, this narrative doesn’t help in understanding Rodrigo and Cesare’s complex and amazing relationship. It completely ignores the fact they mostly worked together, and their interests were very much interwined. That they were one of the most remarkable, powerful duo of this period. One that made the whole of Italy tremble in envy, anxiety and hatred for their accomplisments. Understanding their dynamics has a direct link to understanding one of the key factors of how the Borgian myths came about, and it was a missed opportunity for Meyer, sadly. De Roo seems to have understood this better, unlike other Rodrigo scholars I’ve read, he miraculously tried to be fair to both father and son. Giving them a honest, equal treatment. He does not see the need to attack nor blame others to justify Rodrigo’s behavior. He prefers to simply insert the man within his historical and social context, and let the evidence do the talking. Only pointing out what’s malicious gossip with its political agenda behind it, and what’s hostile and uncredible sources. Had Meyer followed these routes and approaches of De Roo here, instead of not offering historical evidence to back up his claims, and letting his bias go unchecked, his book would have been better imo. As it is, it’s ok. Definitely better than Bradford’s bios for example, (not a hard thing to accomplish tbh, but still lol) or the other more popular, generic bios about the Borgia family. The same caution needs to be applied though, when it comes to Rodrigo’s family, as well as other people outside his family. Meyer is accurate about the lords of the Romagna in general, but not so much about other Popes. He tends to be a bit too harsh and dishonest about them and their papacies, again, in order to rehabilitate Rodrigo. Other good aspects for me about his book were his treatment of Juan Borgia, he was possibly the least venomous one, that I've read. Dealing with him more fairly than others, at least acknowledging we don't actually have a lot about Juan to make so many claims about his character. And I adored the way he constructed the book, with chapters about Italy in between the ones about the Borgia family. It was the hightest point for me. It was a nice, creative addition, that allows you to understand the political and social context of the time the Borgias were borned and lived in. If you already know these things, it’s still very enjoyable to read it. Meyer, like the majority of Borgia scholars, is clearly a skilled writer. I really wish he would write a bio about the Catholic Church and Italian politics from the 11th to 16th century. I think he would thrive there.

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title: pinky promise pairing: chigasaki itaru/fem!reader rating: g (general) premise: promises were made to be kept, but damn did itaru have a sharp memory.

Back when you were still a kid, you had a peculiar friend.

Your fathers were best buddies in college and your mothers got along just as swimmingly as well. Whenever either couple would go out of town, the other would follow suit—both parties bringing along their young kids so they could bond with one another. 

Itaru was a quiet boy. The first time you met him, he was like a hermit that couldn't be coaxed out of his shell. Eventually, you gave up on trying to get him to play house with you; retreating to the living room with a gaming console in hand. You've been wanting a Gameboy for a while now, and your father did love spoiling his little girl. While you were in the middle of catching your first Pokémon, however, you noticed that Itaru was watching you play over your shoulder, interest sparkling in his pretty eyes.

"Itaru-kun, do you play Pokémon?" you wondered, hoping he'd finally open up to you.

The young boy nodded timidly. "My Gameboy is in my backpack..."

And that's how you started growing closer than you'd initially expected. You challenged him in Pokémon battles every chance you got, but Itaru defeated you every single time. Something about IVs and EVs, he said. But you didn't really care about those. You just wanted the pretty looking Pokémon on your team. 

In your usual outings with his family, Itaru would often play off-handed pranks on you—putting weird bugs he found behind your dress, spitting watermelon seeds at you, and even pushing you into a shallow part of a lake. But despite his outlandish behavior, you didn't cry about it like most girls your age would when a boy was being mean to them. You returned his mischief sevenfold in your own way, and that only made your parents think what a lively duo the both of you were.

But like most childhood friendships, it didn't last as long as you'd liked. 

With your father having gotten an opportunity to work in America, that meant you had to move residences. The news was hard to take in at first. You grew up in Japan. All your friends were here! And what will happen to Itaru when you were no longer there to keep him in check? But, you've always been more understanding than most children. You accepted it faster than your parents had anticipated.

One day, you decided to tell your him about your sudden moving-away with a proposition that would ensure he wouldn't step out of line while you weren't around. 

"We're going to get married someday, right Taruchi?" 

Itaru blinked at you in nonplus, surprised by the strange nickname. "Taru...chi?"

"Itaru Chigasaki!" You giggled, clapping your hands together in unhinged glee. "It's my nickname for you, so no one else is allowed to call you that, 'kay?"

He spared you a small smile. Even at a young age, he already looked breathtaking. Eyes of carnelian and hair spun from almonds and vanilla—there was no reason for you not to crush on the boy who lived the next door over. 

But then, he did something you've never seen anyone else do with you before. He held out his hand, holding up only his pinky, as he gazed at you expectantly. You craned your head to the side, not knowing how to react. Itaru laughed softly before taking your small hands in his own, manipulating your right hand's fingers so that you were doing the same gesture he was.

"We'll pinky promise on it," he said, entwining his stubby finger with yours. "It's a promise that we can never ever break. No matter what."

"You promise to marry me when I get back?" you asked, curling your own pinky as well. 

He snickered. "I'd hate to be stuck with an old hag like you, but if you insist..."

"Hmph!" you simpered, folding your arms across your chest as you turned away from him. "I'm only eight, Taruchi!" 

"You'll be eight-y when you return," he retaliated. 

You spent the afternoon trying to beat Itaru in another Pokémon battle, but he came out victorious as usual. Just before you could start up another match, however, his mother told the two of you that they'll be attending an event hosted by the company she works for, and that you could come back and play tomorrow again. 

"See you soon, old hag," Itaru imparted, waving a hand goodbye as you stuck out your tongue to blow a raspberry at him. 

Stupid Taruchi. Why do I even like you?

"Mom, was it really necessary for me to fly back to Japan for this?" you groaned into your cellphone, asking the question for the hundredth time. 

Your mother merely tutted at you from the other end of the line. "You know how much your father loved the MANKAI Company, sweetie. We even flew here a week early so he could take a peek at the final rehearsals." 

"Yes, I know that part of the story," you sighed as you slowly unpacked your things from the single duffel you brought. "But why do I have to tag along? I had to find a substitute for all my classes this week, and I think the head professor will give me a piece of her mind when I get back to California."

"I'll have your father talk to her, then." The sound of her laughter was jeering in your ears. Why your mother had always been so carefree was a mystery to you. "Unwind a little, sweetie! I think you're going to want to see one of the new Spring Troupe's actors."

"What?" Your tone came out exasperated, but at the same time, your eyes were trained on the ample view of Veludo Way from your hotel room.

Your father used to be one of the members of the original Spring Troupe back when you were still a kid. Though he was one of the most academically proficient professors you knew today, he always had an unbridled passion for theatric arts. But with how swamped he's become with his work at the university you both teach in, him flying to Japan to watch amateurs stage a production was the last thing you think he would do.

Lost in thought, you didn't realize that your mother had been telling you something over the phone. 

"Anyways, if you want to see him, I got us tickets for the closing night this Saturday." Your mother sounded disappointed for some reason. "The earlier showing dates sold out by the time we bought them."

You didn't even bother finding out who this so-called actor she was pertaining to, your mind too preoccupied with the lesson plans you forgot to leave to your substitute. With an exasperated groan, you pulled out your laptop from your luggage, booting it up. You loved your mother too much to point out that she could have just told you to fly over here at a later date so you could minimize your absences. 

"Sure, Mom," you relented. "Do you want to grab some dinner later?"

"No way."

Eyes of carnelian. Hair spun from almonds and vanilla.

"No. Way." You had to physically look away from the stage to contemplate for a moment. Was that... Was that who you thought it was?

From your right, your father spared you a sideways glance, confusion painting his features. "Hm? Something the matter?" 

It's him. The boy with the pretty eyes and the smile that masked his mischief. Itaru. Taruchi. 

"I-It's nothing, Dad," you reassured, forcing yourself to train your eyes on the scene playing before you. "I just remembered I haven't started formatting my midterm exam yet."

"Oh, don't fret about work here," he chuckled, gaze trained fondly on the stage. "Plays are where the actors give it their all to put a smile on people's faces. I've always wanted to see you up on stage, but what kind of father would I be if I imposed something you didn't want?"

His words made you relax back into your seat, watching as Itaru's character, Tybalt, conversed with one of the leads on-stage. He delivered his lines so naturally, like the character was moulded to fit him in particular. He looked so...different now, too. Itaru had lost the fat in his cheeks—angular cheekbones taking its place instead. His voice was set into a much deeper tone, given that he was probably in his mid-twenties, just like yourself. Who knew a gamer shut-in like himself would pursue theater, of all things?

"It's nice to see good old Chigasaki's son up there, though." Your father smiled. "That kid was almost like a son to me."

The scenes breezed past before your eyes, each one leaving you at the edge of your seat. Their twist on Romeo and Juliet was comical, to say the least. But each time Itaru stepped under the spotlights, you noticed the strain in his movements. Whenever he had to walk to the opposite side of the stage, his steps came off a bit wobbly. This was a critical scene where Romeo and Tybalt were going to duel to the death, too. 

When you spared your father a wary look, the set in his brow told you that there was definitely something up. 

"Boy's got a sprain," he concluded. "Goodness. He should've known better than to perform with that dead weight dragging him around."

You frowned. "Then Taruchi, I mean, Itaru should—"

"Tybalt, stop! The battle's over!"

Romeo's little ad-lib caught the attention of the audience, no one daring to draw a breath to see how things played out. 

"Lower your blade!" he shouted, voice carrying the emotion in his eyes.

Even Itaru was taken aback by Romeo's resolve. His mouth twitched into a smirk that reminded you of the days he would show you the stag beetles he's caught over the summer to freak you out. You haven't even said two words to him fifteen years later, but somehow, you knew that he hadn't changed. Not one bit. 

"(Surname)-san, hello!"

A woman that seemed right about your age greeted your father with a shake of hands once the two of you arrived backstage. Your mother had insisted that she would wait for the two of you at the parking lot as you gave your congratulations to the actors. So here you were, standing awkwardly behind your father as he animatedly conversed with the said woman, who seemed to be the director of the show.

"Kid, as much as I'd like to tell you about your dad, it isn't my place to tell," your father chuckled. 

She sighed. "Ah, that's what Yuzo-san told me, too..."

"Say, this is quite out of the blue, but my daughter here wants to have a word with one of your actors. Itaru, to be precise."

Wait, what?

"Oh, sure!" The director nodded, twisting the knob to the dressing room behind her before you could even protest. "Itaru-san, someone wants to talk to you!" 

"Oho? Itaru-san has stans?"

"Fans. But you're not too far off, huh, Citron?"

"Wah! Itaru-san is so popular!"

"Tch. As long as it's not her, I won't complain..."

The sound of cheerful laughter hit your ears, and the next thing you knew, he emerged from the doorway—still in costume without a single hair out of place. Itaru grew up to look like one of the princes in the fairytales your mother used to read to you, and it grated on your nerves more than it should. How could the kid with the most rotten attitude you've seen be blessed with a growth spurt like this?!

Too busy wallowing in your own frustration, it took you a moment to register the utter shock on Itaru's face once his vibrant eyes landed on your father. But when his gaze shifted to you, his lips parted in muted surprise before spreading into a disbelieving smile.

"So you finally thought about coming back, huh, old hag?"

Before you could even think, you seized the collar of his costume with your fist, familiar irritation festering in your chest faster than you could blink. "It's the first time we meet in fifteen years and that's your opening line?"

Itaru hollered loudly at your aggression, but the gesture didn't even faze him one bit. Maybe it was because he stood about a few inches taller than you now. Nonetheless, he held your hands in his own—holy shit they were smooth—before prying off your hard grip on his clothes.

"Ah, Izumi!" your father called out to the director. "I want to discuss something about the MANKAI Company and how I might be able to pitch in. Itaru-kun, you can keep her occupied for the time being, right?"

"What? Dad, don't leave me with hi—"

"She's in my care," Itaru spoke over you, a gloved hand going up to ruffle your hair. 

As you watched your father and the director disappear right down the corridor, you gulped when you felt Itaru's piercing gaze on you. Turning around, you saw that his lips were still affixed with a condescending smirk, like he had some dirt on you that you didn't know about. Slowly, you backed away from him, but the hallway was cramped and you ended up with you in between the wall and the man in front of you.

"So," he began before he braced his palms on either side of the wall, trapping you in place. How could someone who had the regal air of a prince look at you like a wolf in sheep's clothing?

You felt your heart racing hummingbird-fast in your chest, breath hitching when he leaned in to ask:

"When's the wedding?"

[gaangadventures]

idk if u take requests but like can get some aang content of any kind 🥺 ive been deprived because there is literally nO aAnG cOnTeNt (and i dont just mean x reader) oN tUmbLr whatsoever 🥰

It’s a little short, but I hope this can work! A little Kataang content to soothe the soul is always good! c: And another place that’s good for both reading and writing is archiveofourown.org if you want more content

Every now and again, the avatar had his doubts over whether or not he was handling the issue between the nations all that well. But whenever he could return home, his doubts would disappear as if they never existed in the first place.

Today happened to be one of those times, and he was only grateful that he would be home over the course of the next few hours. Those hours had been spent either musing aloud his thoughts to his best friend Appa, or doing little tricks with his airbending.

Returning home was always his favorite, especially seeing the look on his wife and children’s faces if he came back the day before they were expecting him.

While the flying bison had been landing, the airbender himself couldn’t help but use his glider to get him to the door even quicker. Lightly pushing the door for it to open, he made sure it was as quiet as can be.

Although he tried to be sneaky, as soon as he did so, there was his son looking straight at him for a short moment. “Dad!” Bumi, the second, exclaimed before immediately tackling his father, the latter having dramatically fallen to the ground. The father and son duo was a sight to see, laughter exploding from both of them.

“Dad! Do it again!” The little boy cried out with glee, having been thrown up into the air only for his father to catch him right before he hit the ground with air. The very loud laughter had caught the attention of his wife, the one and only waterbending master, Katara. But she had never been a fan of him doing this game with any of their kids, and the scathing look that he had received for it was enough to make him stop. . for now.

“Alright Bumi, why don’t you finish your food while your mom and I talk and then we can play?” He suggested, but before he could finish his sentence, the boy was already rushing back to the table. Turning his attention back to her with a gentle smile, and he was already being drug out of the room.

“C’mon, I’ve got something to show you.” Heading out of the room, he was led to his daughter’s bedroom, and moved to look at Katara, preparing to ask what he was in for exactly. Nothing about the room itself had changed he thought after looking in, although he wasn’t exactly prepared to see the little girl with a look of combined determination and mild frustration, with her hands hovering around a small bubble of water.

“Daddy, look at what I can do!” The look had quickly formed into one of excitement and pride, craning her head to grin at her parents, before losing control of the water and it dropping onto the floor.

“That’s great, sweetie!” Aang congratulated her, momentarily unaware of his son that had excitedly run after him with a mouthful of food until he had run off after seeing his parents take pride in one of their kids bending. Hearing quick footsteps, he was fast to catch up with his son, but his heart broke to see the hurt look on Bumi’s face when he’d turned around to face his father.

“It’s okay buddy. Some people take a while to bend, and-”

“What if I don’t ever bend like you or Mom?”

“Bumi, it’s okay either way. Being able to bend or not, you’re our son. We love you.” He was glad to see his son was starting to feel better when he had tackled his father into a hug.

[dascarecrow]

The Failed Raid - A Gentle Recovery IV

The fervor from the failure of the raid was still going strong. The staff of UA were still trying to come to terms with what had happened. The students were still trying to understand what exactly had happened to begin with. And into this havoc had arrived two concerned souls. 

“I swear I’m gonna tear the next idiot that gets in our way in half!” Well concerned if unblessed in social niceties. The two walking through the halls were Inko Midoriya and Mitsuki Bakugou, the mothers of Izuku and Katsuki who had been on the raid. They had seen Izuku’s injuries on the news report and had charged over to the school the instant they had been able to process what they saw. After Mitsuki had revived a fainted Inko that is. 

The concerned mother of Midoriya hadn’t said much, too worried over her son to express many words. It was a sad fact of her life that Izuku tended to wind up injured on his path to becoming a hero. A fact that had become increasingly harder for her to cope with by herself. Izuku moving into the dorms had only increased her fears as she wouldn’t be able to see for herself that he was fine each day. Her husband Hisashi loved his wife and son dearly but his job overseas kept him from being involved as much as he wised to be. She was thankful she had Mitsuki and her husband to speak with about her concerns or she may have gone crazy with terror for Izuku. 

“Do you think Izuku is okay?” the fretting mother asked her fiercer friend. Mitsuki’s already furious face grew angrier. “He better be! I swear if that kid doesn’t have all of his pieces I’m going go take down the punks responsible myself!” That was one benefit of the friendship between the two mothers. Mitsuki was hot blooded enough to get mad for both of them, unleashing her fury on the unsuspecting fools who dared look at the Midoriyas with anything less than kindly expressions. This wasn’t without it’s downsides of course. When a receptionist stopped them for a security check and was far more rude than they had any right to be in Mitsuki’s opinion she had let loose on them with verbal tirade that would terrify even hardened Villains. Unfortunately that had only inspired more attitude from the receptionist. Mitsuki’s husband had to step in to deescalate the situation. Surprisingly enough once she was calmed down he had grabbed the receptionist and threatened to tear out their kidneys and eat them raw if they weren’t allowed into the school. It had done the trick. 

The duo finally arrived at the door to Izuku’s room and opened it, not prepared for what they would see. 

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Izuku’s snack time was going well for himself he thought. Uraraka and Eri were cutting up fruit and feeding it to him, not able to even slightly move his arms right now. He chanced a look at Uraraka. She had lost her smile, her mouth settled into a small “o” shape. Her eyes were half lidded, looking like she was intensely focused and yet not fully in reality. She appeared to be in a dream to Izuku, who couldn’t help but find her face like this entrancing. He blushed a bit at his staring and looked away but couldn’t help glancing back. 

“Here you go Papa. A nice tasty strawberry!” The little unicorn who had declared Izuku her father offered up the sweet fruit with a just as if not sweeter smile. The pattern here would be Uraraka would cut up the fruit and Eri would feed it to him. As enjoyable as it was Izuku was starting to feel a bit too coddled. He wanted to at least try feeding himself. His arms weren’t feeling as sore so maybe he could at least try. 

“Open up Papa the little bunny is going to it’s burrow.” Eri held up an apple slice cut to look like a rabbit. Izuku decided now was a good time to work on using his arms again. “Actually Eri why don’t you let me feed myself.” The young girl looked at him confused. “But you can’t use your arms right now Papa. We have to feed you.” “She’s right Deku.” Uraraka took notice of Izuku’s attempt at assertion. “Well they’re feeling a bit better now. So I’d like to try feeding myself.” 

Uraraka’s face took on what could be called a caring glare, her effort at looking authoritative. “Oh no you don’t Deku. We are here to take care of you so don’t even think about overdoing it.” The green boy wasn’t deterred in the slightest. “It’s fine. See.” He went to grab the apple slice and despite great strain was able to pick it up. An unimpressed Uraraka easily took it away from him. “Now enough of that. We are your nurses. Right now our only concern is taking care of you. Now eat up.” She held up the apple slice for him to eat. Izuku was still trying to be stubborn. “But...” “Stop being stubborn. You can’t feed yourself right now. Let us do it for you. Now stop misbehaving or your nice nurse might have to punish you.” She said the last words with a bit of a teasing grin. Izuku was caught off guard by her brazen words. Uraraka held the apple rabbit up for Izuku to eat again. “Come on Deku. Open up.” She was almost sing-song in the declaration. Izuku decided it would be easier to humor her than fight on this and was about to do as she asked when he noticed the door to the room open, seeing his mother and Aunt Mitsuki standing there. They both seemed surprised by what they saw and the latter took charge of the situation. 

“Whoops didn’t know you were busy. We’ll come back in a bit.” With that she quickly shut the door, leaving an embarrassed Izuku and Uraraka to wonder about their presence. 

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Mitsuki broke out laughing after closing the door. “Hahahaha! Aw that kid. Here we are fretting over if he’s okay or not and that kid’s having the time of his life.” She looked at Inko who was sporting a relieved smile. “Thank goodness he’s alright.” Mitsuki smiled at her friend’s relief, internally happy her honorary nephew wasn’t in worse shape. “Okay let’s go in and see if we can’t embarrass the kid the to death.”  

The room’s residents had been surprised to receive visitors but they weren’t when said visitors returned. “Hi Nana! Hi Auntie!” Eri was about the only one already in the room who wasn’t slightly bashful at their visitors. She ran over and got a hug from her adopted grandmother, Mitsuki silent with literal stars in her eyes at being called “Auntie”. She absolutely adored the little unicorn, the closest she was going to be getting to grandchildren for the foreseeable future given her son was pretty much a goblin. Inko looked at Eri with a playful curiosity. “So what are you doing?”  

Eri smiled and spoke with pride and joy. “Me and mama are being Papa’s nurses!” Inko spared a look at her son and the girl she was quite certain would one day be her daughter in law. The round faced girl stood up from where she was sitting once the mothers had walked in, not wanting to create a bad impression. Inko then turned her attention back to her honorary granddaughter. “Oh are you now?” The kind smile never left Inko’s face. Eri nodded happily. “Yep. We’ve been making sure his bed is nice and soft and we also fed him cause he can’t even lift his own food. We even blew bubbles with him!” The young girl was excitedly going on about how she and her mother had been tending to her father. It was a sight that would melt even a heart of stone. 

Mitsuki finally exited her cuteness induced stupor. “Oh aren’t you a good girl. Making sure your Papa gets all better. Do you know what good girls get?” Eri shook her head in confusion. Mitsuki smiled widely. “They get cuddles!” The hot blooded woman scooped the little unicorn up in a great big hug, rubbing her cheek against Eri’s. The young girl certainly didn’t mind, happy with the contact. 

Uraraka was now rather nervous. Her crush’s mother had seen her actually acting like a nurse to him! She desperately wanted to escape. And an idea for how to do so just popped into her head! “Ah-uh... Tea! I should get some tea for you! Eri would you like to see how you make tea properly?” The young girl eagerly nodded, always happy to spend some time with her mother. She managed to squeeze herself out of Mitsuki’s arms, much to the passionate woman’s disappointment. Inko smiled at the mother-daughter duo. “Why don’t I join you dear? We did stop by unannounced.” Uraraka raised her hands and shook her head. “Oh no that’s not necessary. You came all the way here. I don’t mind. Really.” But Inko would not be deterred. “Oh but I insist. You’re already doing so much for Izuku. I want to help as a thank you.” What was it with mothers being able to make you feel guilty no matter what you did. Having surrendered this battle of wills that she never stood a chance in Uraraka led the way out of the room, her daughter and the woman she was certain would one day be her mother in law following her. 

Left in the room were Izuku and Mitsuki, who took a seat next to the injured boy. She brought out a wide smile at him, her head in her hand. “Well someone’s having fun now aren’t they?” At Izuku’s confused look she continued. “Got your own personal nurses and everything. I swear this school really does go beyond when it comes to service. Mmh, mmh, mmh. I mean really you get an adorable unicorn fussing over you. And that Ura girl. Oh it’s so precious. She’s helping you heal and tending to you like a dedicated wife.” Mitsuki was waving her head back and forth through her statement, excited over the young romance she was witnessing.  

Izuku was far less pleased with her words. Blushing dark red at her words he tried to convince her otherwise. “Oh nonononono. It’s not like that between us. It’s just... Eri is usually so withdrawn and not outgoing. It was a surprise that she pushed for something like this and we didn’t want to discourage her. That’s all.” 

Mitsuki lost the teasing grin on her face, now sporting a frown at the boy. “You know you’re allowed to enjoy this right?” Izuku looked at her in surprise and a bit of confusion. Mitsuki sighed at his dense nature. “You are just like your father in the worst ways. That girlfriend of yours didn’t get dressed up like that because of the kid. She did because she wanted you to see her in it.” Izuku was disbelieving to say the least. “What? No. That’s not... It’s just because of Eri isn’t... Do you really think that’s the truth?” Mitsuki looked at him with sympathy. “Of course it is. Take advice about women from an actual one alright.” 

Izuku thought over his honorary aunt’s words. Uraraka wasn’t doing this whole thing just for him... right? There’s no way. It was all for Eri. But there was a part of him that honestly wished she was doing this for him. Not just because their adopted daughter was pushing for it. “Now...” He got taken out of his thoughts by Mitsuki’s voice. “Let’s talk about how you’ve been treating your future wife.” 

Izuku really wished he could always remember that Kacchan’s mother seemed to live and breath by her hobby of trying to embarrass him to death. 

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It was a tense silence as Uraraka and Inko were preparing the tea and coffe. Tense for the floating girl at least. Inko seemed quite content, which did nothing to put the young hero in training at peace. She had decided to work on the tea, adding some lemon flavor to the current brew. Inko meanwhile was working on coffee, having just added a french vanilla creamer to her concoction. Eri watched on with rapt attention, honestly quite curious at how tea and coffee were made. Whenever Aunt Yaomo had a tea party with her the tea was already made. It was something special for the young unicorn. 

Finally Inko decided to end the silence. “There’s something I’d like to say to you young lady.” Uraraka instantly stood up straight and turned to look at Inko. This is exactly why she wanted to get away from the plump woman. To avoid being interrogated! “Thank you.” Those were not words Uraraka was expecting to hear. “Izuku... hasn’t had an easy life.” The older woman didn’t turn around, so neither of the other occupants of the room could see the sad look in her eyes. 

“For his entire life Izuku has always loved heroes.” She gained a gentle smile on her face. “He admired them so much. And it wasn’t because of their Quirks or how they seemed invincible or anything like that. He respected that they were people who chose to help others no matter what. And he wanted nothing more than to be just like them. Ever since he first learned to walk and talk.” Uraraka wasn’t surprised but now had a look of confused worry on her face. 

“He wanted nothing more than to be a hero. But... the world seemed to have other plans.” Inko lost her smile. “For so long we thought he didn’t have a Quirk. And the people around us... they were less than kind.” And that was certainly underselling it. Memories of her dear baby boy being pushed down and called names when children thought no one was watching. Memories of how other adults would look at her with pity or condescension or whisper insults about her “lacking child” when they thought she couldn’t hear them. “He was... is... so kind. He just wanted to be a hero because it would give him a chance to do the right thing for others. And all anyone ever saw was how he would never fit into their view of society.” Inko had to stop to keep herself from crying. 

Uraraka grew saddened as well, and internally a bit angry. Deku was the sweetest guy she ever met! So what if he didn’t have a Quirk for most of his life? He was still one of the most noble, caring and heroic people in the world! There were a lot of Pros who could take lessons from him in being heroes! 

“It wasn’t easy for him.” Inko was able to continue on. “I was always there and did my best to give him the support he needed but it just wasn’t enough. My husband, bless his heart, was there for us as much as he could possibly be but his work kept him far busier than any of us would have liked. No one really wanted to be friends with a Quirkless child. The only one he really had with him was Katsuki.” And Inko suspected the child of her best friend hadn’t been the greatest friend to her son. 

“And then one day that all changed.” Uraraka perked up at the apparent change in course. “After he started here at UA he started talking about the people he met. The friends he made.” At that Inko couldn’t stop the smile on her face. “And the first one he ever spoke about was you.” And now there was a light blush on the girl’s round face. Along with a gentle smile. “The first time he ever told me about the girl who saved him during the entrance exam. It was the happiest I had ever seen him in a very long time.” Oh Deku had to stop being so flattering. “As his time here has gone on he told me more and more about the friends he was making. But you were always the one he told me about the most.” Oh dear it seemed the floating girl’s heart was fluttering on wings now. “So I wanted to say thank you. For being my son’s friend. And for seeing him. Not just what he can do.”  

Uraraka had to turn around. No longer willing to risk letting her face be seen. She was embarrassed, elated and uncertain all at once. Geez Deku made her sound so... amazing! She brought her hands over her heart, hoping it would slow it down a bit. “You know... Deku saved me.” Now it was Inko’s turn to look at Uraraka, who was facing away from anyone else. “In the entrance exam I got stuck under some debris and couldn’t escape. Everyone else had run off when a giant robot appeared. But Deku charged in to save me. He didn’t have a single point but he did everything he could to save someone in trouble.” Uraraka’s face was now sporting a gentle smile. “Izuku... is a true hero.” She almost whispered it out, given how softly the words were said. 

Inko had to keep herself from crying. Ever since that fateful day at the doctor’s Inko prayed for someone, anyone, to look at her son for the kind and caring young man he truly was. Not at how he how he couldn’t measure up to the standards that society had deemed were needed for excellence. And it appeared that the powers beyond had a moment of sympathy and compassion for her child. ‘Izuku... You’ve made some wonderful friends!’  

Eri looked between her mother and grandmother. She did understand what they were saying. To a degree. Apparently Papa wasn’t treated too nicely (which made her sad) until he got the school and met Mama (which made her happy). Though she was wondering what any of that had to do with tea. And she decided to voice her thoughts. “Is the tea ready yet?” 

The two older women were snapped out of their reverie by the youngest of them speaking. Uraraka looked at her with a smile. “Yes it is sweetie. Let’s go take it to your Papa.” With that declaration the women grabbed the brews they had been working on and made their way back to the room housing the boy who connected them together. 

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The three females had finally returned to the room, carrying hot beverages. “Okay tea’s ready!” Uraraka said cheerfully. “Yeah. Now we have something nice to drink for Cookie Time!” Count on Eri to make adorable childlike comments. Mitsuki had to hold herself back from cuddling the unicorn girl to pieces. “Oh how thoughtful of you all. I haven’t enjoyed a Cookie Time in ages!” Yeah Mitsuki wasn’t definitely enthralled by Eri’s inherent adorability. Hard to blame her. Sweets and sweet drinks with an adorable unicorn like Eri. Who could resist that? 

Mitsuki’s words had triggered something in Eri’s mind. She had an idea form that was inspired by a cookbook picture she had seen. She proceeded to tug on Inko’s skirt, getting her grandmother’s attention. Said grandmother looked at her with a smile. “Yes sweetie?” Eri beckoned with her finger, leading the older woman to bend down. The little unicorn whispered her idea into her Nana’s ear. Said Nana clearly thought it was a good idea. 

“That’s a fine idea sweetie.” She stood up to look at her son. “Eri here has something she’d like to do for Cookie Time and wants my help for it. We’ll be back in a bit.” As unicorn and grandmother made their way out the door Mitsuki got up. “Hold up you two I want in on this.” Izuku looked at her a bit surprised. “You want to go with them?” Mitsuki gave him a look accentuated by a mischievous grin. “What you thought I was here for you? Heck no. I want me some cuddles! And the only source of those for miles around is on her way elsewhere. So later!” The fierce tempered woman quickly made her way over to her friend. Eri took Inko’s hand, leading her forward. “Come on Nana it’s this way.” Inko smiled indulgently at her granddaughter and said nothing as she was lead along. Mitsuki shot one last teasing grin at Izuku before closing the door. “Have fun you two.” 

With her final words Mitsuki had made Izuku and Uraraka keenly aware that they were by themselves in the room. Said realization had them nervous and starting to blush, wondering how to process this development. They wouldn’t have to wait long before they had company yet again however.

[babybuckleydiaz]

So, I know that you just did a married prompt but have you done a "woke up in Vegas Married" prompt? You know they'll just go along with it and absolutely no one will be surprised! Bonus if when they tell Chris, he gets excited and says "can I call you Papa now?!" and you collectively melt the ovaries of the entire fandom!!!!

warnings: light angst and swearing. married buddie

i dont think this follows the prompt that well, but listen i love bobby being a dad so that’s what ive done aha. thank you so much for this prompt, i honestly had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it. 

  “You guys fucking what?” Eddie can’t help but snicker when he sees the disbelieving look that is on Athena’s face, behind her Hen and Chimney having the same expression as their friend. Her eyes are wide and filled with confusion, looking down at the bands that sit on Buck and Eddie’s fingers. Buck reaches up to scratch the back of his neck with a sheepish look on his own face, a small smile playing on his lips when he repeats what he had just said mere moments ago. Eddie lifts his head to look at Bobby, and he seems to be the only one who isn’t surprised by the news that they had been told, instead he rolls his eyes with a fond expression when Buck speaks once again.   “Well long story short.” Buck says, the sly smile turning into a grin when he turns his head to look at his now husband, who can’t help but chuckle at the other man. “We got drunk and now we’re married.” Buck says it like the most simple thing in the world, and he sees Athena’s eyes narrow as she looked at the duo in front of her. “Without us? You little shits!” That was the thing, no one was surprised that these two turned out married they just didn’t think that it would have happened like this.   “It’s not like we planned it!” Buck says defensively, but Athena reaches over and slaps the back of his head before she places both of her hands on her hips. “Have you boys at least told Chris yet?” Chimney questions from where he stands behind Athena, and for a moment Buck and Eddie exchange a look; seemingly having a whole conversation without using any words. “Well, no. We weren’t even sure what to do about this ourselves yet.” Eddie says honestly, and Buck smiled over at him in a reassuring manner before he looks back at his family in front of him. “Like we’ve been dating for three years and getting a divorce seems kinda pointless.” Explained Buck, and Eddie nods his head in agreement, because this does take away the nervousness that he was feeling when he thought about gathering the courage to ask the other man to marry him. Sure, he would have loved to have done it but Buck was right, getting a divorce seems pointless when they would have been married eventually.

  “Plus I didn’t want Chris to get his hopes up in case this wasn’t legit. But, ah, it is.” Eddie added on, and Athena sighs before pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers, shaking her head and mumbling something under her breath that no one catches. “We’re legally married.” Buck laughs, and his smile is wiped from his face at the glare that Athena gives him, rolling her eyes at him. “Have another ceremony, because I think that’s why Athena is pissed off. She didn’t get to see her boys get married.” Bobby speaks up suddenly, and Eddie and Buck’s head whip up to look at him at the same time.

  “Ya know, I never thought of that.” Buck whispers to Eddie, who is quick to agree with him before smiling. “That’s a great idea actually, it’ll give us the chance to do this properly and with family.” Agrees Eddie, thinking about that was the one thing that saddened him when he woke up this morning married to his boyfriend, that they didn’t get to share this moment with their families. “Shotgun walking down the aisle.” Buck playfully announced, Eddie shaking his head while giving his boyfriend a look that mock annoyance.  “Wait, do your parents even know you’re married?” Hen questions, and the look on her face is wary when she shifts her attention from Eddie to Buck, knowing what the blonde’s parents were like.

  “Oh my God, Abuela is going to kill me.” Eddie groans out as he hides his face in his hands, and Buck bites his lips for a second before he smiles at Hen. “Baby, she’s going to kill you too, I wouldn’t look so smug.” Eddie says when he looks over at his boyfr- his husband, who widens his eyes when he thinks about the angry woman being mad at him. “Shit, you better call her.” Instructs the younger of the two, Eddie nodding his head quickly in agreement as he pulls out his phone and steps away, wanting to have this call without the others listening in on him.

  “What about you, Buck? You going to call your parents?” Athena questioned and for a moment Buck doesn’t answer, seemingly thinking about what had been asked of him. The he looks up at Athena and shakes his head, the expression on his face of sadness as he thinks about the two people who raised him. “No. I-I don’t have much to do with them. There’s no point, they wouldn’t come anyway.” He reveals and ignores the sad look that is being given to him by the others, before Chimney decided to break the silence with a question. “Well then, Buckaroo. Who’s going to give you away?”

  Buck laughs sheepishly again, once more reaching up and scratching at the back of his neck with his hand; a sign that he’s nervous about what he has to ask. But Athena smiles knowingly, placing a hand on the younger man’s shoulder and leaning forward to whispering something in his ear that the others can’t hear. “Don’t be afraid to ask him, he’ll say yes.” Is what she had said, already knowing who the younger man was going to ask and the response she gets is a nervous smile and a shaky nod.   “Well, actually. Bobby, I was wondering if you would do it.”

  The silence that follows lasts a little too long, Bobby’s eyes widening in surprise as his mouth gapes open, obviously not having expected to be asked to do something so important by Buck. “I-I mean if you want to, of course. It’s just you’re the first person that’s actually been, ya know, a dad to me.” Eddie has returned now, seeing the nervous look on his partner’s face and the shocked look on Bobby’s; he knows what has just happened. “Obviously you don’t have to, but I would just like it if you d-“ Buck was beginning to ramble, Eddie taking his hand to comfort him at the same time that Bobby finally steps forward and pulls the younger man into a tight hug. No one mentions the tears that are in Bobby’s eyes and he held the younger man close.   “Buck, of course I would do this. I would be honoured to.” He finally says, and Buck seems to just melt against the older man, laughing something choked into the clothed shoulder. Eddie and Athena smile so softly at the two most loved men in their life, their expressions so soft and understanding of the bond that they have always shared.

  “Your father’s missing out on not being in your life, kiddo.” Bobby says so softly as they both pull away from the hug, and the smile that he gets is so bright and filled with joy. “He’s not though, he’s right in front of me.” Is the response that Bobby gets to what he had said, and everyone can see how the older man’s heart just melt in response to the words. His eyes filled with tears. “I got dust in my eyes, give me a moment while I go flush them out.” The group laugh when Bobby quickly departs from them, Athena snorting before shaking her head with the most loving look in her eyes. “I better go help the big old softie.” She announces, but before she leaves she pulls both of the men into a tight hug. “I’m so happy for both you boys.” She says in their ears, both smiling at her as she leaves them as well, following the direction that her husband has gone in.

  “I can’t believe you made Cap cry, man.” Hen says after a beat of silence, a smile on her face as she moves closer to her two friends, and Buck can’t help but snort. “Yeah, I didn’t mean to do that.” Eddie smiles so lovingly at his partner, so glad that he gets to call this man his husband and gets to spend the rest of his life with him.

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  “I’m really nervous about telling him, Eds.” Buck’s voice is obviously filled with nervousness when he says that, worrying into his bottom lip so hard that the other was worried he would bite through it. Eddie takes a moment and leans forward to press a kiss to Buck’s lips as they stand in front of their front door, knowing that Christopher was inside with Carla. “Hey, take a breath. Okay? Chris loves you so much.” Eddie reassures, and Buck nods his head because he does know that but he can’t help how fast his heart is beating in his chest. “It will be okay, I promise you.” Eddie added on, because this was something he knew that he was able to promise; he knows with his whole heart that Christopher adores Buck.

  They enter the house after sharing one more kiss, and instantly the two are able to hear the sound of Christopher making his way towards them.

  “Bucky! Daddy!” Buck is the first to kneel down on the ground, opening his arms as Christopher reaches them and bring the kid into a tight hug. “Hi, buddy! Did you have fun today?” Questions Buck with a huge smile on his face as he stands back up to his full height, Christopher still in his arms so that Eddie can lean over and press a kiss to his son’s head. For a while, they let Christopher continue to rant about his say as they make their way into the living room, both bidding Carla a farewell and thank you for watching their son.

  “Hey kiddo, can we talk to you?” Eddie is the one to finally say, and Christopher looks up at them for a second before nodding his head. “Is there something wrong?” Is the first thing that Christopher asks them, taking in the serious expression on his father’s face and the nervous one that is on Buck’s. “No, buddy. We just wanted to ask you something. Or tell you something.” Eddie explained quickly, not wanting to let the kid thing that something was wrong for too long, and he looks over at his partner before looking back at his son, huge and wondering eyes staring back at him.

  “How would you fill if I was to marry your Bucky?” He feels and hears Buck suck in a breath as they waited for Christopher’s response, though they didn’t have to wait too long for it. Because the moment that the words had left Eddie’s mouth, the young boy had a huge beaming smile on his face as he looked at Buck and moved as fast as he could over to him. “That would be so cool!” Is the response that they get, and instantly the relief on Buck’s face is obvious as he leans down and wraps his arms around the kid and presses a kiss to the top of his head. “Okay cool, because me and your daddy already got married. But we’re going to do it again so our favourite little man can be there!” Laughs Buck as he lifts up the kid and lets him sit across his lap, an arm on his back to support him and prevent him from falling back.

  “Does that mean I can also call Bucky dad?”

  Buck couldn’t help but suck in a breath as his eyes instantly filled with tears, and when he looks at Eddie he noticed that the other male didn’t look as nearly as surprised as he did. In fact he had a knowing and soft smile on his face, looking at his partner and then looking at his kid. “Is that something that you would want, Chris?” Eddie asks, already knowing the answer to the question because he knows that Buck would need to hear it for himself.

  “Yeah! Cause I love Bucky the same way I love you, Daddy.” The smile on Christopher’s face is so bright and happy, Buck can’t help but sniff as the tears fall down his cheeks. Laughing a little at himself as he takes a moment to wipe them away, feeling ridiculous over crying about something like this. But he can’t help it and he can’t stop it.

  “I got dust in my eyes, totally not crying.”

[lenniharrisonsims]

A Day In The Life...

Part IV

This weekend we were allowed to shadow the families of the Imperial Palace and Darkwing House as they went about a day in their lives running our proud empire. This article was meant to focus solely on His Imperial Majesty, Tsar Alexei, as a way of celebrating ending he has accomplished during his reign, but he insisted we include HIM Tsarina Nadia, and Their Imperial Highnesses, Crown Princess Ekaterina and Prince Matthew, because he "couldn't have done anything without the love and support of his wife and heir," especially recently with the Crown Princess and Prince Matthew picking up so much extra work due to HIM's sickness.

The Crown Princess' next engagement is a sit down meeting at tea time with the board of The College of Fine Arts at The University of Britechester, of which the Crown Princess is a patron. This meeting was originally meant to be held at the university, but after the Inspection of the Guard, the Crown Princess was tired from her pregnancy, and Prince Matthew requested they move the meeting to Darkwing House.

The Tsar and Tsarina are known to take an evening walk every day, to ensure they spend quality time together, get fresh air, and improve their health with light exercise, and tonight is no exception. They were lead and trailed, of course, by their personal security detail, as they are any time they leave the palace grounds. Tsar Alexei admitted that walking along Glimmer Lake with his wife is always the highlight of his day.

The family gathers together again for dinner at the imperial palace, highlighted by glasses of HIM's favorite Simsdom Merlot.

After dinner, HIM and his prodigal son, Prince Yuri, play a few games of chess before bed. This is a new tradition, taken up by the father-son duo after their recent reconciliation.

To finish off our day following the Imperial Family, Tsarina Nadia reads a book in the second floor study as a way to unwind and relax before bed.

Well that has been A Day In The Life of the Imperial Family!

[starseren]

⟨ david  gandy.  cis  male.  he  /  him. ⟩  ↪  have  you  met  ivan  wolff  yet  ?  this  forty  year  old  aries  has  been  living  in  the  beverly  hills  area  for  twenty  five  years.  he  makes  a  living  as  a  private  investigator  /  former  fbi  profiler,  which  works  for  their  flamboyant,   charismatic,  fickle,  and boastful  nature.  everybody  wants  to  rule  the  world  by  tears  for  fears  is  one  of  ivan’s  favorite  songs.  

no  trigger  warnings,  just  a  Very  Obnoxious  Man 

FULL NAME: ivan james wolff NICKNAME(S): ive DOB: april 12th, 1980 AGE: forty GENDER: cis male SEXUALITY: bisexual  ( biromantic  ) NATIONALITY: american    ETHNICITY: caucasian  /  white  HOMETOWN: sammamish, washington RELIGION: none SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): english ( fluent ), spanish ( fluent ), french ( good ), italian ( good ) OCCUPATION: private investigator  /  former fbi special agent  &  fbi profiler   

ivan was born in a town in washington where the median household income was $183,000 ... so he was doing p alright from the start. born to a wannabe actress and her casting director husband who was already well established in the scene. a sister came along a few years later to complete the happy family picture. naturally, the kids grew up in the public eye, their father being the world class casting director and their mother, now a star actress. his sister followed in their father’s footsteps as a casting director, something she was intent on from a young age. ivan’s career path wasn’t as clear cut. he enjoyed the art of acting, but not when it was him doing the acting. he found that he had an incredible talent at finding actors in real people; people that didn’t claim to be actors. 

was somewhat of a prodigy throughout school. the type to learn four different languages at once just because he Could to come across that extra lil bit spicy to his teachers and peers alike.  thrived on All the attention.

while his sister went to work with his father, he stayed on track with his education. he got into princeton university and fought hard to graduate with a degree in psychology while he continued to balance his own wants and needs, as well as the wants and needs of his family who had always remained supportive. thrived on All the attention. 

there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to return to cali after graduation. he knew beverley hills like the back of his hand and if he moved away from his family, he moved away from the limelight which he secretly relished. 

he got a job working for the fbi as a special agent and while he got on well with the work, he struggled with the idea that he couldn’t be the extraordinary emancipator he so desperately craved. there was a heavy focus on teamwork and he wasn’t used to not being the centre of attention; hated it, in fact. 

while most detectives are never off the job, if ivan is attending an event, he’s entirely off duty. he doesn’t even bother bringing his badge. in that way, his lines between work and play are never blurred. he’s come to loggerheads with a Lot of officers about this over the years, being accused of not taking his job seriously. but he always gets results.

ivan moved into criminal profiling, making use of his background in psychology. he liked it more than being an agent - and he was good at it. but after doing it for ten years, he realised that he wanted an “”easier life””, like that was ever going to happen for the son of a movie star / director duo.

which brings us to now ! he’s a private investigator for the stars ( of sorts ), working out the beverly hills  /  hollywood areas and prioritising work for the rich and famous. 

he likes the fact that being a pi is less involved than other forms of police  /  criminal work. in most cases, he’s dealing with the people he’s being paid by and not those he’s out to investigate. and for a lot of the clients he’s helped over the years, he remains friendly with.

he can be extremely selfish and often turn an investigation into something it was never meant to be Just to prove a point - and that point is always that he’s always right.

he’s an overall chill guy but ... do we trust him ? we just don’t know. 

a walking paradox : both loves and hates the company of others. how he feels mostly relies on whether he’s chosen to be around those people ? he likes having control over

has a HUGE head. but if you can get past his adoration for himself, he is relatively easy to get along with and can be fun to be around. some people feel safe around him bc he doesn’t pry ( outside of his working needs ) ... truthfully, bc he’s too busy focussing on Himself.

wanted connections !

honestly .. . an ex boyfriend would b really spicy ? would be 30+ and i’m flexible as to when this was !

ex-fiance ! any gender. i doubt it was ivan’s idea to get married so this would’ve been Fun for your muse.

people that he’s worked for, whether that be while he worked in the fbi or recently !

his family are quite well known in the biz so family friends that he’s seen on and off over the years at events and such ?

not to b Too hasty but friends .. . that put Up with him ?

maybe someone he had public beef with ?

someone he always attends events with 

frenemies ! ! v Spicy 

a criminal he’s investigated but now they’re weirdly ... friendly ?