#silva talks nonsense

[silvashapeshifter]

wanna draw on computer but mouse is the only option and i SUCK at mouse drawing- btw this is about @/toffeebrew 's magma like there's so many cool people who drawn there and i kinda wanna do same buuuut i also don't know if it's still open ((the link works)) and yeah. hum. idk.

[silvashapeshifter]

at least ONE person cares. >:''^ /lh

thanks @without-any-title 🫶✨

Your Highness Queen Nightmare, shall we execute the person that want to put you on the guillotine earlier?

@silvashapeshifter You heard the people, to the guillotine with you /j

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11

[ddgraywrites]

WIP: Fictional Flame

You've Got Mail meets Beauty Shop when Paige Dela Cruz, a hairstylist aspiring to open the first Filipino-owned hair salon in the heart of little Winnipeg, falls head over heels for Christian Sato, or so she thought.

Paige Dela Cruz is a hairstylist who falls head over heels for the charming and sexy Christian Sato, or so she thought. She's actually talking to Eddy Silva, Christian's cousin.

While Paige and Eddy's messages become more intimate with each passing text, Eddy finds himself wanting to let go of his facade and show Paige the person he truly is.

As if her love life wasn't complicated enough, Paige faces another threat to her well-being. Her boss, Michael Coward. He takes everything from her - her clients, her tips, and her time. As Paige endures the constant nonsensical wrath of her boss, she begins to doubt if she'll ever be able to open the salon of her dreams.

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I've contemplated whether or not I should post this because the more I think about my WIP, the more embarrassed I get which is so bizarre cause I'm over here trying to make it as a romance author. The self-sabotage and imposter syndrome are really sinking in right now which is exactly why I decided to finally share the details of my WIP.

Why did I write this book?

I was a hairstylist for 5 years and met the most amazing (and awful) people in the industry and I wanted to tell a more dramatized version of what happens in this cut-throat world that is hairstyling.

As a Filipino-Canadian living in little Winnipeg, I also wanted to share glimpses of what it's like being raised by immigrants, the food, and the covert racism I've encountered throughout the years.

Lastly, I just wanted to write my own romance because I love love. I love reading and watching love stories. I've always been a hopeless romantic. After my dad died in 2021, I needed some sort of outlet. I started writing a fantasy about a young girl who also lost her dad but then I reached a point where I couldn’t move on cause fantasy was too big for my brain to fathom lol. So I decided to stick to a genre I knew I could do well, and that was romance.

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I feel incredibly vulnerable right now while I type this because I'm BRACING for the criticism and the eye rolls. Not that anyone has ever done that, it's just the aNxIeTy talking. But again, thank you for following me on this journey to become a traditionally published author (crossing my fingers SO hard) and if you're also a romance author and need a critique partner/beta reader, please DM me so we can do a little swap-aroo (I just lost you there, didn't I?)

Here's the sign-up form if you're interested in beta-reading Fictional Flame: https://docs.google.com/

I'm not sure how to end this so in true Canadian fashion, thank you again and sorry for saying thank you so many times. ❤️

[simplykorra]

how do you solve a problem like ava silva? - chapter two

So, Beatrice was stuck with a nun.

What she expected was some frigid, by the book, pray your pain away and drape a cross over your forehead while you rest kind of nonsense.

She expected someone older and set in their ways. Someone who would take one look at the tiny little pride flag on Beatrice’s tea mug and tell her she was going to hell.

Instead, she ended up with someone who is actually a year and a half younger than she is and who might just be the least nunly nun that Beatrice ever imagined anyone with a wimple could be.

Because Sister Ava is one-hundred percent heart. She is laughter and joy and silliness, she’s a bit of a pain in the ass really - but not in a way that truly bothers Beatrice.

She’s been coming in for the last three weeks now, and Beatrice can safely say that she was wrong.

Or perhaps just extremely lucky. Because the percentage of nuns that she could have been saddles with who fit the mold of the stagnant, spite filled teachers she had in London is somewhere in the ninety to ninety-five percentile range.

Yet, somehow, she wound up with a nun who gets far too serious in her Mario Kart races with eight year olds.

To make matters even worse, Sister Ava is extremely attractive.

In ways that Beatrice did not know that a nun could be. Her eyes are this deep, almost chocolate brown that somehow shines brighter than any illuminating color they could possibly be.

Her smile is radiant, wide and full of white teeth that she offers up so freely, to anyone and everyone who may need it. Whether they know it or not.

She has this laugh, this way she talks, like she’s not from this country and sometimes the words catch on her tongue - it is beyond endearing.

Not to mention she really fills out her habit with her…

No, no…she is not going to objectify a nun.

CONT ON AO3

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Milei has nothing to apologize to Lula for, says Spokesman Adorni

Brazilian President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva insisted that he was not talking to his Argentine counterpart Javier Milei until the latter apologized to him and his country for his derogatory remarks during last year's campaign in which the Libertarian leader spoke of a “corrupt Communist” while remaining close to Lula's adversary and then incumbent Jair Bolsonaro.

“I did not talk to the president of Argentina because I think he should apologize to Brazil and to me. He said a lot of nonsense. I just want him to apologize. I love Argentina, it is a country that I like very much, it is a very important country for Brazil, and Brazil is very important for Argentina. It is not a president of the Republic who is going to create tares between Brazil and Argentina,” Lula said Wednesday.

But, in Buenos Aires, Presidential Spokesman Manuel Adorni said there was “nothing to regret,” thus upping the diplomatic tension between South America's largest two countries. In Adorni's words, Milei did nothing “to regret, for now.”

“Whatever President Lula wants is within his wishes and we respect him, but the President has not committed anything he has to regret, at least for now,” Adorni argued during his traditional morning press briefing. Adorni also said both leaders crossed paths for the first time ever during the G7 summit in Italy and greeted each other “cordially as befits two presidents of two nations.” They are to meet again at the July 8 Mercosur Summit in Paraguay “unless something changes,” Adorni also explained. Despite Adorni's statement, they were not seen exchanging any words and there are no photographs of the two of them together.

Continue reading.

[silvashapeshifter]

maybe ?

Gay

[sarahinara]

it's like 230am and I've already taken my meds but let's see how coherent I can manage to make this.

first oof omg. okay but the like. conflating of maine and the meta (with sigma & eventually the others) and the meta (without the ais) within fandom is so?? like distressing lmao.

the fandom wiki goes on and on about he was ambitious and conniving and power hungry but I just feel like that's so unfair?

because looking at the leaderboard across seasons nine and ten, I think the main reasons for him climbing the board are due to other people's actions and then like. taking a bullet or twenty to protect the briefcase/carolina during the terrible no-good very-bad heist™, and then once sigma gets involved it sure does seem like he does a lot of whispering in maine's ear. (the whole 'sic him' moment will never not be unsettling asdfghjkl)

BUT! but sigma was supposed to be carolina's and she gives him up so that maine can still communicate with the group but like. a decent majority of them can Already make sense of what he's saying? and sigma obviously has his own agenda like friendo iunno if your interpretation of what maine Means to say is wholly accurate.

I'm gonna get to Washington in a hot minute I just have a lot of feelings ;__; because he's got creativity&ambition via carolina, and then fear and happiness from her too. and then theta was next I think?? then gamma and omega, and finally delta? the order he acquires them in aren't intentional I'm sure but it still has me feeling like the pepe silva meme.

and he has So Many all at once? I mean there's that whole 'oh he was power hungry and that's why he&sigma are scooping all of the ais and tech up' but there's also that like. is it so wrong to want them to all be together? in the scheme of things? do they talk with one another in his head? is it Almost like being part of a team again? when does the mental exertion start to melt his brain and hollow him out into the seemingly single minded Meta? what was it like to suddenly have them all gone again? alone alone alone in his head and he can't even properly use his equipment anymore. absolute bullet in the kneecap no wonder he's so petulant and sassy to wash in s8.

anyways. pfl strong silent aggro tank maine and messy rookie 5ever washington make my heart hurt. they both (wash later, mostly) have that hair trigger tip into sudden sharp violence and Yet that 'my friends are in danger gotta toss myself in front of oncoming bodily harm bc that's how I operate' aspect to them as well. how washington is the only one still sitting in the lecture room while sigma fiddles around with the concept of metastability. like what was That about. those moments in s8 where it's almost back to normal exasperated banter? you can't see it but wash is prolly making exasperated lil bitchfaces all the time?

the whole. whose idea was it to bring the meta back along on the epsilon retrieval quest. his brain is prolly fried and he can't use his armor properly and his more than a little unstable. was it the chairman? surely he must have seen some sort of flaw in sending him back out there. was it washington? insisting that the shell of one of his dear friends needed to tag along with him? was there a trade thrown in there somewhere for maine's sake? would he have wasted away in some unsc prison somewhere if not?

wash knew the meta was likely going to try some nonsense when it came to epsilon (and later beta) and yet!!! and yet they're still a team and duoship weird not quite wary friends again not quite perfectly civil work partners. breaks my HEART!

anyways ;__;

okok putting my thoughts under a read more because this got long LMAO

pre-sigma maine (+wash)

YES justice for pre-sigma maine. when it come to the freelancers and the leaderboard, the only ones who reeeeeally cared about the rankings (that we saw) were carolina, south, and ct. the others mention it at points (york and north had a short convo about it), but they have the most reactions to changes/their placements on the board.

but maine? the guy who just does his job of kicking ass when asked? he’s not the one trying to jump off buildings and compete against his fellow agents (a la carolina after tex shows up), nor does he push himself to perform in the field (a la york after his eye injury). you’re absolutely right that maine probably  climbs the leaderboard because he’s just good at what he does.

I think that’s partially why I love the maine+wash duo so much—neither of them played to the project’s machinations of the leaderboard. wash comments so. many. times. about the absurdity of what they’re doing that partnering with maine is probably a breath of fresh air. no-nonsense, you-charge-ahead-I’ll-cover-the-field, oh-right-my-trackers-thanks—they know their strengths, that they’re good, and don’t need a leaderboard to tell them that.

post-sigma maine aka the meta

sigma is absolutely the source of any ambition for power in maine. at this point, the other AIs in use were omega, gamma, delta, and theta; tex probably didn’t talk to anyone about omega, gamma was just sorta odd, delta was calm but logical, and theta was unassumingly cute. maine didn’t have any reason to be overly cautious about sigma when he first got him, and sigma probably kept up pretences during their initial days in order to gain maine’s trust.

and then he has this AI, this piece of hardware wired into his brain and every thought—maybe sigma doesn’t interpret for maine 100% correctly, but he’s able to convince maine that he does. maybe sigma oversteps his boundaries as an AI, and goes down neural pathways he shouldn’t. then, when sigma whispers to maine, how is maine supposed to know if it’s the AI’s thoughts or his own?

I like to think that maybe that’s why he was able to have multiple fragments at once and still function, unlike carolina. whereas eta and iota kept to the AI-designated areas of their freelancer, sigma had such a handle on maine that his want to become human became maine’s as well, because suddenly he realizes that he feels the fragmentation as much as his AI does.

with each fragment he collects, maybe maine feels more whole despite the strain he’s putting on his body. each new voice in his head is like him remembering how to feel—happiness, fear, trust. when they talk to each other, it’s just like any other time he’s rationalized with himself.

this is when maine becomes the meta. when “maine”—everything he was before sigma was implanted—just becomes another fragment of the alpha, desperate for the other pieces that they lost. I don’t think meta is hollow-minded necessarily, but just an amalgamation that transforms maine away from what he once was.

post-meta maine (+wash)

the EMP goes off and it is so quiet.

I think maine is left reeling, still feeling like a fragment despite all biological evidence to the contrary, and doesn’t remember how to be human anymore. his combat abilities are deeply-ingrained muscle memory, but his thoughts? his emotion? the AIs were so intertwined with his mind that every flare of feeling is new and alarming.

then he meets S8 wash, and it only makes it so much worse. because the angry, betrayed man in front of maine is so conflicting with who he remembers, and he doesn’t have the capacity to process that. wash gives him an order and it’s so familiar and maine knows that he should trust wash, that he wouldn’t have hesitated once upon a time, but his mind is broken and all he can focus on is how quiet it is why can’t I trust you why can’t you trust anyone—

why does maine go with wash to search for epsilon? I think they’re both loose ends for freelancer, but neither with any lingering love for the project. wash is tired of it all; maine is a lost man wandering through each day. wash offers his efforts in exchange for his freedom; maine is offered freedom in exchange for his efforts. the chairman pairs them together because the records are clear—they were a good team, and they won’t come anywhere near freelancer after this.

I think if their goal was anything else, if they weren’t dealing with AIs, then maybe wash and maine could’ve come out from their mission a little better for it. his friend is broken but he’s here, and wash learns how to trust again when he feels that white armor pressing against his back in a firefight; his friend is broken but he’s here, and maine finds his own voice again when they’re killing time between objectives. with time, they both feel less alone.

but they were hunting epsilon, and this is maine’s chance to feel whole again, like how he felt when he had the fragments filling his head. there is no downtime, no chance for either of them to heal with their mission looming over their heads. maine might work with wash throughout S8, but when the opportunity presents itself to collect epsilon and beta? the opportunity to be human again?

he never had a choice.

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul Silva x reader - this empty space

Part six:

Saul started at the Queen and she started right back before gesturing to the school.

“Let’s take this somewhere quieter.”

Saul just nodded and followed her to the office so they could talk in privet along with Farah.

“Not that it isn’t nice to see you, but this is a bit unexpected. What’s this about?” Farah asked.

The queen hummed and turned to look out the window before pulling a folder from her bag and she turned around, walking over to the table to set it down.

“You’ve been conversing with a known criminal. And allowing students to do the same no less, that is unacceptable.” Luna stated.

“You knew (Y/N) was alive?” Farah asked.

“Of course, we’ve been keeping a close eye on them, doing surveillance and I want to know what you know. They’re up to something.”

Luna took the photos out, most of which were you swearing at the camera, some were you doing research, others were you meditating or a black image.

“I have reason ti believe they’re planning something big, and as the Queen, I am concerned for the safety of my realm.” She said.

“(Y/N) isn’t planning on attacking Solaria.” Saul frowned.

“And I am supposed to believe you? We know they’ve been doing something, and I demand to know what, it is a direct order from your Queen.”

Saul and Farah shared a look.

They didn’t have much choice, it was an order from their queen, and they had no right denying an order they knew that.

So the three of them sat down.

Saul was the one to explain everything that he knew was going on, and Farah explained what the students were doing there and how they had sought you out on their own.

“Please, we all know that is nothing but a nonsense curse Umbra talked about to scare Solaria into backing down.”

“We’ve seen it happen, one of the kings rose, if you go to his tomb you’ll find it empty.” Farah said.

“We have been, in fact, we’ve been to all of them, three of which apparently your outlaw friend has also visited.” Luna mused.

“They’re just trying to help the students.” Farah sighed.

Luna clasped her hands in her lap.

“They returned to a realm in which they have been forbidden to return, stepping across that barrier is a declaration of war and they know it.”

“You can’t be serious, (Y/N) isn’t trying to start a war.” Saul scoffed.

“They should have thought about that before they came across the barrier into my lands. I have placed soldiers at the remaining tombs in case you think about going to them, and my army is on its way to the border of Umbra and Solaria as we speak.”

“They’re just one person!” Farah yelled.

“They’re a murderer! They will either come willingly or not, and it is your job to bring them in.”

Luna smirked a little as she looked at the two teachers who realised that she was talking about.

“You can’t do this.” Saul said lowly.

“I can, and if you disobey this order it will be treated as treason.” Luna spoke.

She stood up, straightening her dress as she pulled her blazer back on again.

“You have ten minutes to be outside.”

With that she walked away, leaving the two teacher no choice but to get themselves ready and meet her in front of the cars.

Students were surrounding the area, trying to figure out what was going on and Stella rushed forward.

“Mum you can’t do this!”

“It is my duty to protect this realm and I will do what I must!” Luna hissed.

“They’re not a bad person!” Bloomed yelled.

“Silence! You do not get a say in this matter!”

The queen and her guards cars left and the students disbanded, all but Bloom, Stella, Terra, Musa, and Aisha.

“We need to warn (Y/N).”

“I can get us there.” Stella said.

The fairies rushed away, hoping they could beat the Queen and her army to you so they could give you a fair warning.

You were the only one helping them, who believed them about what was going on, they weren’t going to let you get in trouble just for helping them.

You stood in your bedroom window, gazing out at the gathering army in front of the barrier and you frowned a little.

You brought your hand up, surrounding the castle in mist, you left the bedroom, making your way down the hallway and opened the old door.

You heard a pounding on your door and you walked back to the top of the stairs.

“Enter!” You called.

You held your hands out ready, but dropped them when you saw the 5 students standing in your doorway.

“What are you doing?!” You hissed.

Rushing down, you grabbed them all and pulled them inside, slamming the door shut.

“How did you get in?”

“We broke the barrier before you covered it.” Terra explained.

“You cannot be here, especially you Stella, you will all be considered traitors, and turned into criminals. You’ll be turned in the moment you are back into solaria.”

“They’re sending an army after you, my mum intends to capture you, dead or alive.”

You nodded your head, making your way back up the stairs.

“I���m aware.” You called.

“We want to help you! You helped us!” Aisha called.

They followed you up the stairs and into the room you entered and looked around.

It was an armoury, hanging hold weapons and armour that looked like they hadn’t been used for decades.

“I will not have you go on the run because of me, I’ll give you an entrance to go back to Solaria, but you must leave.”

You pulled your hoodie off, and walked over to one of the armour stands, pulling the chest plate off and over your own head, fastening it up at the sides.

“Queen Luna won’t let us go after the kings.” Musa said.

“Then that is her mistake.” You replied.

Grabbing some wrist guards, you put them on under the sleeves of your shirt, and grabbed the belt, putting it on your walked away to the other side of the room.

“You’re just going to give in? After everything you’ve done to stay away for so long?” Bloom asked.

“No.”

You grabbed a scabbard, attaching it to the belt and walked over to them, gesturing for them to move they did, and you walked left the room.

Making your way down the stairs they followed you and you waved your hand in front of a wall, showing a single large door which you pushed aside.

“If Solaria, if Luna, wants a fight, it is what they will get.”

“You can’t take on the whole army!” Stella yelled.

“I have the better of 20 years of magic waiting to be used, the realms are full of untouched shadow magic, I have the upper side in everything but numbers.”

You walked into the room and to the middle where a single stand was, holding a single item.

You picked up a sword as black as coal.

You turned to looked at them, pulling on your gloves as you clasped your hands behind you back.

“If you decide to stay, you will be enemies of your realm. You will never be able to return, make your choice and make it wisely.”

You brushed past them and opened the door to the castle, waving your hand the mist vanished, and you stared at the army stood in front of the barrier.

The Queen of Solaria stood there and you walked down the steps, eyes fixated on her.

They turned red, and black mist surrounded you as you walked, shadows gathering at your feet as you walked down the pathway.

“You dare come to my doorstep with an army?” You snarled.

“You broke your exile, you entered Solaria, therefore initiated war with us.” Luna spoke.

You stood in front of the barrier.

“You have a growing threat inside your very home, yet you sit so high on your pedestal while your people know nothing. Those guards you placed will be slaughtered in a matter of minutes.”

“They’re trained.”

“Not against shadow magic, your family outlawed the very talk of it, therefore nobody knows the true threat the looms over their very homes.”

Luna scoffed.

“You stand here and talk, yet you harbour students from my school.”

She gestured behind you.

“They came of their own free will.”

“It could be seen as kidnapping.”

“They are free to leave.”

Farah stepped forward, holding her hand out.

“Come back before this gets out of hand.” She said to them.

“We won’t step aside while you threaten war on someone who’s done nothing wrong!” Bloom yelled.

“This is a criminal, nothing more. If you choose to stay the consequences will be far worse.”

“Then we won’t come back.” Stella said.

Luna rolled her eyes.

“You really think they’ll look after you? They’ll kick you out with nowhere to go.”

“I am not like you, if they wish to stay then that is their choice, they will be given rooms to stay. I will not abandon those who seek peace, safety.”

“They do not belong here.”

“Oh really?”

You stepped aside.

“Girls.”

They walked closer, showing the uniform they were wearing.

A crescent moon in the middle of their armour.

“Umbra, unlike Solaira, had armour for all its people. They have chosen to stay, therefore that makes them my people, and a ruler protects their people regardless of what it will cost them.”

You stepped in the way, blocking her view of the students.

“If you will not protect your people that is fine, I’m not one to tell you what to do, but perhaps you should consider what good your title of queen will do when your realm lays in ruins, it’s ashes burn the sky hiding the sun for decades to come, then old kings regain their land and force you to your knees.”

“You threaten me? What ground do you stand on?!” She yelled.

“I stand in the ground that you, Luna, are a coward. Nothing more, nothing less. You hide behind your army, because you know that is coming, and you know you cannot stop it, so you will do anything to protect yourself and only yourself. You are selfish.”

“I will have you killed right here.”

You smirked a little, raising your arms at your side and tilted your head a little, looking down your nose at her.

“Is this what you want Solaria?! Corruption?! Power?! If you wish to act like heroes, go ahead! But you blindly follow a Queen who could care less for your lives! You came here, armed to the teeth, yet you would barely last a second, I will wipe the field of you all if I do want!” You roared.

Black mist came rushing around your arms, building up behind the barrier.

“You will never rise again! You will never win this war!” You yelled.

Your red eyes bore into Luna’s.

“You have tried to kill me once before, do you really think that it would work a second time? I have more magic then you could ever hope, more power than you could dream of. Do you really want to loose your only defence because you’re a pathetic excuse for a fairy?” You asked.

She sneered at you, and you smirked back, releasing the magic.

You lowered your arms again.

“I hope your home smoulders, I hope it burns, and I hope you watch in horror knowing you could have done something to stop it. Now I request you leave me be, and you leave these girls alone.”

Luna took a step back, and she held her hand up, and Farah and Saul were pushed to their knees, swords held to their backs.

“Is that supposed to scare me? Go ahead, stab them. It has no meaning to me.”

“Give yourself up.” Luna warned.

“No.”

“You cannot hide here forever (Y/N)! Your power will run out.”

“Hm. No. It won’t.”

She growled and walked over, the guards hauled Saul out and she stood in front of him, looking at you.

“I warn you one more time.”

“An I tell you once again, no. I will not get on my knees for a queen who’s crown is tainted with innocent blood.”

Luna whispered something, and Farah’s head was shoved down, and all the guards closed their eyes and time seemed to freeze

[anoddopal]

🐰 Thoughts: [Pre]Alabasta/Alabasta Arc

[WAIT A SECOND OFFICER! I CAN EXPLAIN MYSELF! ➡️ The ritalin tells me what to write and I just spew out nonsense as it comes to me. Anyway, here goes a stim-induced attempt to express a bit more about how these two became an item.]

[POSSIBLE TW: One mention of n00dity, also kinda ominous language towards the end... Listen he's a liar but aside from that they go on to have a very unproblematic relationship!! He just has to be knocked down a peg first!!]

It all starts when Bun-Bun Silva is hired at Rain Di.nners [not Bar.oque Works] to care for the Banana Gators/Ban.anawani that surround the establishment. Prior to her filling the role, it was a difficult position to fill. A job like that isn't exactly an opportunity many people would jump at-- save for a smiling local who seems much more interested in staring at the beasts during the hiring process than looking another human directly in the eyes for longer than necessary.

She takes good care of those gators. Excellent care. She’s happy to show up to her job and do whatever is needed. There’s never a complaint from her end. A bit of a quiet enigma- Silva doesn’t talk much to anyone she crosses paths with at the casino, staff or otherwise. As he does with all of his employees, Cro.codile keeps tabs on her, especially since she’s responsible for the health of his beloved pets. Sometimes the warlord overhears her chattering away to herself/the ban.anawani… she says more to them in a day than she’s ever said to any person at Rain Di.nners during the several months she’s worked there.

She has to be some sort of spy. He’s certain of it. Nobody is that enthusiastic about working with a species of animal that most people run screaming from. This is all a sad attempt to infiltrate his organization.

But after calling her into his office for a little talk he realizes that there’s nothing malicious going on. She really is just a completely innocent, if not eccentric person. And once he asserts that fact, Silva is dismissed.

Or rather, she would be under any other circumstances. Normally, Cro.codile wouldn’t bother with more one-on-one interactions. He’s not a person who entertains potential wastes of his time.

But there’s a lot more going on there than she lets out during that meeting. He can tell. He just can’t tell what it is. And that bothers him. Cro.codile can see how well she works with his pets- the gators are unusually affectionate and happy when she’s around. Silva can also be assertive with the animals, something that’s needed to maintain a safe dynamic with the apex predators. Cro.codile… appreciates that. [He’s not keen on anybody knowing but he is a big animal lover!!]

An offer for dinner is placed on the table. An offer that she almost doesn’t take. An offer that leads to a tension-filled first ‘date’. It becomes apparent to the pirate warlord that this isn’t going to be easy. Silva will not make it easy. Those big brown eyes constantly flutter over him; an attempt to figure out what’s going on in his head, just as he’s trying to figure out what’s going on in hers. Despite how sweet Silva can be, she’s equally as prone to scrutiny. There's a nervousness that radiates off of her, a hesitant wariness- she doesn't want to make any wrong moves. Yet at the same time she will not grovel or cave. Huh. In a way it almost reminds him of his own general caginess. The both of them aren’t keen on letting just anybody in. Someone has to be special for that to happen. The other party has to prove that they’re worth it.

That’s okay. Crocodile can wait and see. He's been patient over the last few years in regards to his scheme to overtake Al.abasta anyhow- why not divert a little in his free time? Everything is going according to plan. In the end, he's always in control.

The courtship undertaking is a give and take. Little tidbits of insight bubble up more and more over time. And they're... peculiar perceptions. It’s not often that somebody manages to catch his eye. And it’s certainly not normal for him to take a legitimate interest in someone who touts a lot of the traits he claims to despise.

Annoying. Weak. Soft. Pathetic. Naive. A bleeding heart.

Yet at the same time; Guarded. Private. Careful. Just a bit cynical/jaded. Even a bit of a misanthrope.

Ah... she's just enough of a realist to know that notions such as fulfilling dreams and obtaining justice are novelties few can afford. Yet her acknowledgment of how sobering reality is does little to crush her stubborn optimism. The world should have crushed someone like her long ago. And while while it certainly has bent her, she refuses to let it break her.

Humans are hypocritical in nature. Sir Cro.codile is no exception. Ironically someone like Silva - someone with so many facets he’s incapable of appreciating in others - is exactly the type of person he can trust with his life. With his secret. As a consequence of the connection between them continuing to build, that’s exactly what he ends up doing.

Silva doesn’t worship him like the hero the rest of the country thinks he is. She doesn’t shrink in terror because of his warlord status, either. Instead she’s curious about the man behind all that. Someway, somehow, she manages to point out his “positive” traits. She values his person in a way nobody ever has before. Cro.codile can’t help but let a thin lipped smile spread on his features every time they’re alone together.

When he isn’t dealing with his shady enterprise or mummifying invading pirates, he ardently seeks her out. She’s endearing to him. The way she likes to hide under his plush fur coat. The way she holds his rough, calloused hand. Hell, sometimes she even reaches out to hold his hook. When he’s trying to catch up on mundane work she often hangs out in his office, sprawled out on a chaise lounge while she babbles away about whatever is on her mind. [There are many, many conversations about animals that take place between them!] She has a penchant for sass and playful banter, but Crocodile finds himself uncharacteristically unbothered by it. There’s something about her audacity that he finds amusing. He hardly minds the misguided nagging. Something lurches in his chest when she places tiny kisses along the length of his facial scar. There’s probably a corny phase to insert here about how pirates adore their treasure, but in Cro.codile’s case? He absolutely covets her. If anyone dared made her feel uncomfortable he’d reduce them to nothing more than a dried out husk.

Silva makes him feel so… so… well, she makes him feel. There’s a certain kind of power she holds over him; the power to worm her way into his thoughts, his life, his heart…

… How did this happen? How could he have let himself become so weak? He’d resent her if he didn’t love her so much.

It wasn’t supposed to play out like this. He wasn’t supposed to get in this deep. She was an anomaly; not part of the plan. This has all gone too far. She doesn’t even know about his master scheme- Cro.codile makes sure he keeps his work life and his love life separate. Silva only knows as much as the general population of Al.abasta does as far as his profession goes. He’s smart enough to know that she’d recoil from him if she knew that he was methodically bringing her homeland to ruination. It’s best to let sleeping dogs lie, he figures. How ironic was it - that the very person who knew the absolute most about him - had no idea as to what would occur because of him in the near future?

She’ll know soon enough, he tells himself. On that night she’s curled up next to him in bed, with nothing but his green fur coat to cover her naked form. A pretty gemstone ring glimmers on her left ring finger; opal and rose gold, just like she told him she wanted. All Crocodile can do is reflect over how she managed to best him. A feat that nobody before her had ever been able to achieve. His vision for the future changed the very minute she came into his life. He can admit that [to himself]... Part of him was aware of that from the very beginning.

That doesn’t mean his objective to usurp the Kingdom of Al.abasta is going to be thrown to the side. Rather, he simply adjusts his plan to include her in it. Not that he’s going to need a queen, but he’d love nothing more than for her to be his. How romantic.

It’s not like she’d reject the idea. He’s confident Silva is far too loyal to detach from him once everything is said and done. She's just as invested in what they have together as he is. What’s she going to do? Say “no”?

[Huh? Well of course he’s still an awful person. What- did you think the power of love was enough to change the man?]

Of course, the course of events don’t play out in Sir Cro.codile’s favor. He's defeated and sent to Im.pel Down. Al.abasta is saved. Silva packs her bags and leaves her home to find a new place in the world. They’re [as far as they know] separated permanently. It's over.

...

Or maybe... maybe it's merely a little break? Maybe fate has something else in store for the both of them... an inevitable unconventional crossing of paths? A reunion of sorts?

...

Maybe it's really only just begun. >:3

[semimedieval]

the beach part 8: much like early 10s hitmaker bruno mars, quartz does is gay

i'm eating the most crazy delicious leftovers maybe ever. my fan is on my window is open. i don't want to work but i maybe have another hour of little menial/argumentative tasks left in me before fullscale Weekend Indulgence. but this post isn't about any of that. this post is about quartz and spark going into town.

Last time we saw Quartz, she was in the middle of a plot significant/emotional development significant conversation with Rim for the second time, and casually fucked off from that conversation, also for the second time. It's funny how much the storyline ebb and flow of this roleplay depends on Who's Online – there's no point in having Quartz linger indefinitely next to Rim if it's Jack who's online, not Moopy. Or at least so the logic goes – but there is no reason not to creatively stretch these limitations, to have Obsidian talk to Spark, to have Lupus talk to Ky (as they haven't meaningfully done for ages, not since breaking up and getting back together. there's a lot to unpack there but god forbid actions have consequences!!!)

Anyway the good news is that 15 year old Katia was bare-minimum competent enough to fuse those two Quartz/Rim conversations into one – a conversation that comes before the dragon, which threw me off a little because my dominant memory of events is the one in 2.0. They also, of course, put a Compulsory Heterosexuality spin onto this classic line:

Quartz had put on a pair of shorts a few hours ago. "What's up, Spark?" she asked her friend. "Nothing much." she stood up. "I'm going back into town! Sound good?" "Sure, I'll come too. I need to get away...from all the people..." she paused, aware of how odd that sounded coming from her mouth. It was Obsidian who was the misanthrope. Not her. Definitely not her. "let's go!" she said, taking her hand.

I'll give my 2012 self this: the level of 'constantly having a gay crisis' that Quartz was written as in this roleplay, apparently completely by accident, is fucking incredible. Her dogged avoidance of Rim every time it seems like things are getting too intimate between them. Her gravitation towards Spark. These weird floating moments of sadness, to which young Katia does not assign a source – as a writer, they themself seem only partially aware of what the source even is, but they know the sadness is there. Everyone should read their own writing from when they were a clueless child. Nobody's writing should be clueless on purpose, but clueless writing is fascinating and revelatory.

We get a little bit of what passes in this RP for detailed worldbuilding, which is fun.

Even though it was night, the town was still active and alive. Quartz looked around. "It's so different from Goatville," she murmured. "Back home, everyone was asleep at this time. There were no posh shops, and any sweets you could buy were cheap. The food was different in general." Sadness touched her eyes at the memory of the fire.

It's interesting – the thought of Quartz as a very outgoing and vivid personality who finds herself growing more melancholic with age is a compelling one, but it's nonsense, structurally, to insist that that process is a product of the roleplay's events. The most traumatic events in Quartz's life happen in the narrative's prologue and in its first major venture in the outside world – Silva's death and what follows, then the Goatville fire. That conclusion is kind of evident from the way I'm writing Quartz in 3.0, and the root of that is reflected in the source material – it's not a progression from perky to melancholic, it's that those two modes of seeing the world are always present in Quartz. If anything, her journey in 3.0 is defined by her relationships to people and to magic, how those relationships change, the new fears and new opportunities that they open.

In any case, Spark is too busy coming up with ice cream-related heist ideas to entertain Quartz's new contemplative mode.

Spark walked into an ice-cream store. She put her hands on her hips in indignation. "How expensive!" Spark walked over to the counter and put on her sweet girl face. Quartz held back a giggle; Spark's angelic look was quite a sight to see. She herself turned her toes inward, looked up, and put her hands behind her back.

What follows is a pretty dumb scene where Spark flirts her way into a free ice cream, does not share any with Quartz, and declares that this approach for acquiring goods and services "Works every time!" Rim catches this on surveillance cameras, which is funny because Quartz and Spark did not really commit a crime – if anybody would be getting in trouble it would be the poor kid at the cash register.

Ice cream acquired, the two of them walk back from town, and Rim hits them with "I saw all of it!" What a weirdo. Quartz reacts to it with a Draco Rizlak level of aggressiveness / throws her best friend under the bus, so I guess she is written to have a crush on Rim now.

Spark started blushing. "Wh-what?" Quartz's eyes widened unnecessarily and she clenched her fists. "Spark has rather odd...methods," she said finally. "What?" she made a show of raising her hands in the air. "I'm broke!" He grinned. "Uhuh, lucky for you a few minutes of video feed was mysteriously deleted. You had almost three cameras pointing at you" Quartz blinked. "Thanks, I suppose." He shrugged. "It's fine, I just guessed you didn't want people to be watching the entire scene."

Then it's his turn to fuck off abruptly and bother Lorcan. I'm not going to recap that because I do not care about Lorcan, but I did giggle about this.

Spark nudged Quartz. "You have a crush on him or something?" (No one should hear that but Quartz XD) "Why would I?" Quartz said in a steely voice. Then seeing Spark's look of hurt, she smiled at her friend and said, "Sorry. Let's go do something. Or something. Else." Spark laughed. "I see how it is. What SHOULD we do?" "Mmm..." she sat down on the sand and hugged her knees. "I honestly have no idea."

I'm still in the Dragon RP School Of OC Romances With Internet Strangers, which is to say "even if you're interested in writing a subplot like that, you have to play it cool by reacting to the possibility with the most aggression possible." I don't think this is in character for Quartz, and that I handle it better (though stupider in other ways) in 2.0, where Quartz's answer is something more "Yes. No. I don't know!"

There is so much Bruno Mars on this playlist, by the way.

Lorcan, Rim, and Ky scale some cliffs, Ky expresses some extremely PE-class-experience vibe thoughts about liking individual exercises but not team sports, and then they explore some caves, one of which has bones in it, a fact that goes more or less unremarked after Lorcan notices it. Spark commits to building a sandcastle, and Quartz helps. It's pretty adorable.

"What's that?" Quartz asked curiously as she built turrets. "Main structure." she cleared out the inside and drew little windows on the sides. Quartz nodded, smiling. Picking up a sharp, pointy rock, she used it to carve a brick pattern into the sand. Spark made turrets higher up on the main bulding. She then made little sand people and carefully placed them inside. "Quartz! Give them light!" Grinning, Quartz, carefully inserted her hand into the castle and snapped her finges. Merry little lights became visible through Spark's windows, lighting up the night.

Then we break the boundaries of magic a little bit, committing to the bit if the bit is 'nonsense.' We even get some continuity with That Damn Squirrel.

Spark made a bridge. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. "How about you give the sand people light hearts?" Quartz's eyes widened. "Is that possible?" "Ky brought that squirrel back to life. Just give it a try!" She shrugged and touched the sand person. He waved up at her and blew a raspberry. "Haha! Cool!" One got up and walked around, taking the crown. Lupus walked up behind them. "Now you've got a proper castle. You need a coronation." Spark observed the tiny people."Looks like they're forming a kingdom." A king and Queen sat at the head of the castle, with servants running around. Lupus knelt down before the one with the crown. "I crown thee king," he said in a formal voice. The sand person looked up at him and straightened his crown, bowing. Quartz laughed.

I do not think I'm keeping this but 15-year-old me was right to spin it out into a labored metaphor, even though they fumbled the execution. It's asking to be a labored metaphor. Spark and Quartz and Lupus build a kingdom, with the rules and reference points they know structuring the way the kingdom looks. But in the end it cannot stay. Doomed to be washed away by the tide and the wind.

22 works less well as a throwback song. I have definitely heard that song in non-2013 contexts.

Crucially, Quartz and Spark walk alongside the beach. Quartz is still being written as if she is desperately in love with her best friend and close to opening those floodgates at all times, which is awesome.

Quartz took one last look at the castle, already bustling with activity. She then followed Spark. Spark walked along the beach, letting the water wash up on her bare feet. "Spark?" Quartz asked suddenly. "Hmmm?" she looked up at Quartz. "What is it?" "What's.... important to you?" she asked, looking down. "An odd question, that's for sure." "That's easy. My friends. Definitely. And you?" she asked. "Yeah, my friends, I suppose. And Obsidian. And, well. Light, in a way. Does that even make sense?"

I love Spark's confidence in contrast with Quartz's hesitation, and I love that, as the beach adventure progresses, the POV focus of 'who's the character with interiority, who's the accessory' shifts pretty neatly from Obsidian to Quartz. The problem with this, of course, is that they should both have interiority and that I miss hearing from Obsidian and to a lesser extent from Leander. The good news is that we get these iconic Quartz moments with Spark and Rim, which will set the stage for this character's stranglehold on my psyche.

Anyway, the two of them do the whole silly 'ah if only we were normal.... instead, we have, Powers....' thing that this roleplay loves to backtrack to when it doesn't have any better ideas.

"Yah. I mean, what would we be without the elements?" Spark gave a knowing look. "We'd be people. And with them we're Extranei. Outsiders." "Oh,god. Still stuck on that? We SAVE the people. That makes us heros. True, most of them fear us. HAve you ever....just....just..wanted to be normal?" ";No, not really. I was just saying. I don't really want much else... But I sort of miss the days when Silva was alive and I lived in Goatville. Sometimes." "What is the one thing you miss the most?" "I don't know," she shrugged, sitting down in the sand. "Anyway, it's fine."

that said, the narrative does go from there to somewhere pretty interesting: for what might be the actual first time, Quartz deigns to remember that Sylva was her friend too, that she misses the life she had even if she wouldn't trade it away. It's a belated but necessary character touchpoint, tangible evidence that I spent that whole summer teaching myself how to write with the unmatched power of Websites.

The bad news is that it doesn't go anywhere; the good news is that I take it into some productive, if still flawed, directions by the time that 2.0 rolls around. In this particular lull between moments of action and plot-moving, the outcomes are a lot more memorable and compelling than they were the first time, which is why almost nothing from the first time made it into 2.0 (2015–2016 Katia knew how to cut some stuff.) But the time for quiet contemplation has passed us by, because Augustine is back online for good. It's time to lose a surrogate sister and gain a future husband, Spark. Everyone else... do whatever.

[silvashapeshifter]

Incorrect quotes of my characters ((because I find myself funny while I'm absolutely not))

Context : this takes place in an alternative timeline of my multiverse ((SilVerse)) where's everything fucked up and everyone is incredibly gay AND mentally ill, I named the ✨Yandere!Threat Timeline✨ ((a non-canon rp with a friend which went MUCH FURTHER THAN I EXPECTED and which is the origin of many daydreams))

Diz : *talking about Threat* I want him so bad to tell me to kms ((kill myself)) .... *dreamy sigh*

Revenge : .....

Revenge : What the fuck is wrong with you ??

Diz : Everything ♡

***

Diz : Don't call me "crazy" or "mad bastard". That's rude !

Diz : I'd rather "lunatic", honestly. Sounds more badass to me.

((P.S. : he's so pathetic I love him so much <3 /silly))

[antonioperezoriginal]

Go to my Twitter called "TheAPOriginal" to like and comment on this post. I am against a former Methuen High School student named Andrew Juliano who's continued trash talking about me by telling everyone not to talk to me and says that I am a "loser", "autistic", "piece of sh*t", and worse. I am here to prove to everyone that I, Antonio Perez, am NOT a loser and that's why I came here to tell all of you about what happened to me during MY time at Methuen High School. It was hell. All of Juliano's friends treated me like crap. He even convinced my best friend, Maria Silva, to stay away from me. It was like a punch in the face to me. I thought to myself saying, "What did I do to deserve this?" and that I did nothing bad to my best friend. I first met Maria in late 2021 and were close friends until in March 2022 when Andrew Juliano f*cked everything up. It was like Harvey Dent turning evil in a nutshell. So whatever you do, don't ever talk to Andrew Juliano. If you had just started a new friendship with him, end it NOW!

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[ednaeflowers]

She keeps it in mind, to not get on Velvet's bad side. After all, even though she's laidback now, Onii-chan still thinks of her as angry and contradictory and vengeful. First impressions go a long way, Edna thinks. 

❛  I wouldn't mind that,  ❜ she replies, smiling gently. While she and Silva only talked a few times, she can tell he is fond of her brother. That makes sense, since her brother named him and all. That makes Edna a god-aunt, right? She never thought she'd be an aunt at all, honestly. Feels weird, but maybe she doesn't mind if if it's for Silva. The poor boy could use more people in his life, and she knows Onii-chan is fond of him too.

( Also, would this mean Silva is also technically family? She doesn't know what it's like to have a family bigger than a brother and a sister. )

The longer she listens, the more nonsensical it sounds. Why was there a portal anyway that leads to an underground tunnel? She didn't even know there are underground tunnels here in Spring Rise, but here they are, her listening to him talk about underground tunnels. Still, he looks very happy, so she says, ❛  I'm sure you'll get to explore them all soon. If anything, you're too overzealous when it comes to your passions.  ❜ ( And Alvin told her some stories. Still wild to hear them. She's still trying to let them sink in. First underground tunnels, and then being stranded? Wild. ) 

Onii-chan mentions another incident last year, and she briefly wonders how many incidents he's went through just even during a week. He has enough incidents to fill up a book. This particular incident in question, though, seems to be related to water, and she sighs. ❛  You should really bring a floatie next time you go fishing. The curse will probably pop it, but at least you can still use it for a bit. Better than nothing.  ❜ 

When they approach the inn door, she slides it open and notices a lack of silver hair in the lobby. Silva said he typically sweeps here for most of his day, so maybe he's tending to a different room right now? ❛  I still don't know how your curse is gone, but we shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.  ❜ If she can't use her powers here in Spring Rise, then that means Phoenix can't either, right? She forgot about that. For all she knows, the miracle could be due to his mask. She doesn't know. Her mask seems to be just a regular, ugly one. ❛  So, let's see if your newfound good luck can lead us to the kitchen.  ❜

To be fair, Edna hadn't really seen Velvet in action if Eizen had to guess. They could have just wound up talking about this and that. Maybe a fair bit about him, considering they both knew him, but he felt a little bit conceited for even considering it.

"Could be the festival atmosphere making her more relaxed. She doesn't have to focus on her mission as much here," he pointed out. With no sign of Artorius or Innominat here, the Lord of Calamity didn't need to stay on her toes. At least, that was how Eizen viewed it. He listened attentively as she spoke of Silva, too. His smile returned.

"I'll have to visit him soon, then," he said. "It's been a while since we last saw each other. Maybe the three of us could do something together. While the curse is gone." He still had no idea how long the curse would be gone. That didn't mean they couldn't make potential plans, should it continue to be put on mute. He hoped it did. After all that time of dealing with it, Eizen wanted to spend as much time as he could not just with Edna, but also with the rest of his companions.

Truth be told, though, he was glad that he was okay in the end after what had happened the previous year. Maybe it was a good thing he didn't remember a lot about what had happened to make him possessed in the first place. Her comments earned a soft laugh as they approached the inn.

"Aye... it is a miracle, at this point," he agreed. "The worst the Reaper's Curse put me through until today was getting pulled through one of the portals that led to the underground tunnels in the first place. That did end up working out, though. I haven't had as much time to explore them in full, but I've found a few of them." He and Alvin needed to hash out some time to actually explore. Maybe even make a fort and stock it with snacks. Little boy type activities the two of them still would enjoy, even though they were grown. Ridiculous sounding, perhaps, but still fun.

"Actually... there was one other incident last year," he admitted. "Not as high up as getting possessed. ...Maybe a little humiliating, at least to a degree." But maybe that was just because he was thinking about it again. Oh well. He'd already opened his mouth. No sense in keeping her in the dark.

"Friend of mine and I went fishing after all the possession things happened. It was going well, but when I thought I'd caught a huge fish I ended up getting pulled off the pier we were on and got pulled into the water. Needless to say, I had to hold onto the pier for dear life while my friend got me out," he said. Yeah... just another bit of proof that a pirate who couldn't swim wasn't always funny. But again, he'd ended up okay.

"Anything that could happen this year can't be as bad as all that. And with the Reaper's Curse being gone now, I'd say things are looking up."

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Lula: Argentina’s president should apologize to Brazil

Brazilian President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva said Wednesday (Jun. 26) that the president of Argentina, Javier Milei, should apologize to Brazil. In his view, the president of the neighboring country “spoke a lot of nonsense” about him and Brazil.

Milei, a self-described “anarcho-capitalist,” was elected in a conservative coalition and represents extreme economic liberalism. During his campaign, he openly criticized President Lula and threatened to cut relations with Brazil.

Argentina is Brazil’s main trading partner in South America, but Presidents Lula and Milei have yet to meet since the Argentinian’s inauguration in December last year, when Brazil was represented by Foreign Minister Mauro Vieira.

“I haven’t talk to the president of Argentina because I think he has to apologize to Brazil and to me. He spoke a lot of nonsense. I just want him to apologize. Argentina is a country I like very much; it’s a really important country for Brazil; Brazil is very important for Argentina. And it’s not a president who is going to create a rift between Brazil and Argentina,” President Lula said in a Wednesday interview with Portal Uol.

Continue reading.

[yanderefangirl]

For Kiame Sama.

Silva was a proud and strong man who loved and adored his darling to the fullest extent that he could.

He was pretty surprised when his darling had revealed her pregnancy to him and his family.

His darling was a young and beautiful woman who was a dear and beloved friend of his first wife Kikyo and Kikyo and his darling were considered sister wives which delighted his first wife Kikyo who apparently had always wanted a little sister and treated his darling as such.

Both Silva and Kikyo tolerated no disrespectful or rude behaviour towards (Y/n), no one was allowed to even look at (Y/n) in a wrong way. 

Silva had never considered the idea that his darling and him would be able to have children. Not by any fault of his own but he had never considered the idea that his darling was able to carry a pregnancy.

He was very much delighted at the pregnancy and he and Kikyo treated (Y/n) like a queen and hired the best doctors and medical team that money could buy to help (Y/n) during her pregnancy.

He tried his best to be there during her pregnancy as he didn't want to miss a thing but unfortunately he still had jobs that he had to complete. He did his best to complete the jobs as quickly and as swiftly as he could.

Much to his displeasure, his darling went into labor while he was away at work. As soon as he received word he rushed back home and managed to make it in time to see his wonderful and beautiful daughter being born.

She was born with a head full of white hair and her eyes well, one was the color of her mother's eyes and the other one was like her father's eyes. Her skin was as white as snow. And her nose was small and button like. She was so very small and looked so very delicate especially when compared to her brothers.

But Silva knew that she would have to be raised to be the next potential head of the family due to her appearance and her nen which despite her small and frail looking form appeared to be extremely high for an infant even a Zoldyck one.

Illumi was the first one of the children to hold little Kira; she was named by both of his wives. He was surprisingly very gentle with Kira and almost immediately swore to protect her and make sure that she would never be harmed by a foe. He smiled down at his new baby sister and kissed her forehead while describing in great detail how he would slay those who would do her harm. 

Milluki had taken a break from his hobbies to see his little sister.  He swore to always keep an eye on her. And gifted her a small dragon plush claiming that he had purchased it by mistake. Kira seemed to adore her new toy and held on tight to it.

Killua upon hearing the news of the birth of his new sister rushed back home and cuddled Kira closely to him. He appeared to be crying as he made promises to her of not letting them ruin her like they ruined everyone else and other such nonsense. He ended up falling asleep holding Kira as he refused to hand her back to anyone but (Y/n) who had been on bed rest by her many doctors.

Alluka was allowed to look at Kira but not allowed to touch her which disappointed Alluka greatly but Killua cheered up Alluka by showing Alluka how to play games with Kira. Games that don't require touch. Silva allowed it as both (Y/n) and Killua asked him for it. And he agreed under the condition that Alluka never be allowed to touch Kira unless Zeno or Silva gave their permission. Alluka appeared to adored Kira and loved the sound of Kira's laughter.

Kalluto had came back to visit his family and was shocked to see that he now had a sister as such a thing had never happened before in the Zoldyck Family.

Zeno loved his granddaughter and treated Kira  as if she was his own daughter and thought of ways to make her training somewhat easier for her than it had been for her brothers.

Kira was very much a happy baby and would spend hours happily talking away in her baby speech to anyone who would listen but she only cried if she  was hungry. And even then it was a short cry as if to say "Please give me food family." She was breastfed and bottlefed to help her gain more weight and she was given the finest blankets and clothes and toys and was told stories of her family's many jobs and adventures which she seemed to enjoy.

Silva was aware that one day his little princess may have to be wed but he would ensure that her future partner would be the perfect fit for her.

Anything for his princess.