#some how this is cesar’s fault

[hikarry]

Crowley orquestrated the Cesar stabbing

We own a whole ass Tumblr holiday to that mf

He did! You're so right, sweetie!

"You stayed in Rome after I left back then, didn't you?"

"Myeah. For some reason Beelzebub considered Rome the epitome of evil back then. Guess they found it very ironic when they adopted Christianity."

"Hm." Aziraphale fiddles with his cup of tea, clearly trying to say something, but falling short of it.

"Alright." Crowley puts down his expresso in the table and crosses his arms over his chest. "Out with it, angel. You look stupidly distress every time you get like that."

"I am not distressed! I just-"

"Want to ask something but don't know how. Yes. I'm aware. So, out with it. I'm giving you a free opening." He gestures with his hands between them. "Take it."

"Right." The angel clears his throat, laying his hands on his lap. "Crowley." He pins the demon down with his gaze. Eye to eye. The sunglasses were Jesus knows where. Probably downstairs in the horse statue, who cares. By the way Aziraphale was looking at him, this was serious and Crowley wasn't sure he was ready to deal with that before he finished his expresso. "Did you, by any chance, orquestrate Ceaser's assassination?"

Crowley stops moving, sitting completely still.

"Ceaser as in Julius Ceaser the Roman Emperor?"

"Yes. The Roman Emperor."

"Ngk." Right. Now that was a question indeed. "Listen, angel." He leans over the table, getting as close to Aziraphale as demonically possible with a table between them. "I didn't tell them to kill him. I just incentivated some light stabbing. Brutus was way over his head. Not my fault the bloke died."

Aziraphale takes a slow sip of his tea.

"Why did you kill Ceaser?"

"I-! You-!" Crowley straightens himself up again and waves his hands between them, eating words as he speaks. "I wasn't even there when he was killed! I was on the other bloody side of the city! I just told Brutus 'Hey. So, Ceaser getting a bit out of control, eh?' And he came up with the stabbing all by himself! All I said was 'Sure. Sounds like fun! Go ahead, mate!' But I never thought they would gang up on the fucking emperor like lions eating a baby deer!"

"You could have stopped them. Yet you didn't." They stare at each other for a moment, Aziraphale taking another slow sip of his drink. "It was because of the library, wasn't it?"

"Ngk."

"Crowley."

He sighs, finally admiting defeat, relaxing his shoulders and holding the warm mug between his hands.

"You were literally almost discorporated in my arms because that bloody maniac set fire to the library and you HAD to try and save whatever scrolls it was you were trying to save."

"Prophetic scrolls."

"Yes. Well." He looks back up at the angel. "I might have incentivated a light stabbing over your almost discorporation - which I find totally fair. It so happens stuff got out of hand and he ended up killed. So what? He was an arsehole anyway."

"You killed Ceaser over the library."

"No. No no no. I INCENTIVATED light stabbing over you bleeding the heavens out in my bed."

Aziraphale puts his lil tea cup down on the table and smiles.

"Well. I find it very romantic, now looking back."

"I-! I am not romantic!"

"Oh please. You are a sap, my dear. You killed the most famous Roman Emperor over me."

"As I said, he was annoying anyway. Didn't know how to throw a good party, I tell you."

"Uhum. I imagine."

[bombingqueen]

I might make a rec list of all my favorite wincest and j2 fics. I wouldn't mind receiving some recs if anyone is interested. I decided to just list my wincest recs because I read more sam/dean fics then J2. I have no idea how many parts I'm gonna have.

Updated:

Wincest Recs Part 1

Favorites (these are pretty much rated E):

the blood in your mouth (5306 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Dean wishes he could sink his hands right through Sam’s skin, his ribs, wishes he could touch straight down to Sam’s heart. He’d feel the strong muscle of it, the clench and release of every beat, the thick heat of blood. He could take a bite, all for himself. (In which Dean starts experiencing cannibalistic thoughts about Sam, and Sam just needs his brother. Season 11.)

take the things you love (4784 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 1/1 Summary: The thing is, Sam’s reinforcing every bad behavior Dean’s ever had with this kind of shit. Fucking Sam stupid over the hood of the Impala? Dean’s wet dream—unfortunately also Sam’s—but more importantly the implicit validation of every claim Dean thinks he has on Sam—unfortunately every claim Sam’s lizard brain wants Dean to have. (Sam knows his brother wants to possess him. It's a point of internal conflict.)

brother only wants (64098 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 11/11 Summary: Sam breathes like it takes effort, and then he says, "Wanting you was the very first thing I realized was wrong with me. It was how I knew there was something sick inside." (One of them had to fall first. A story about devotion.)

an act of faith against the night (5953 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 1/1 Summary: When Dean kisses him again, he tastes like Sam's tears. "I hate you," Sam whispers into Dean's mouth, still trying to get Dean to fuck him faster. No one should ever love this much. "It's your fault, this is your fault." Dean gave him this, everything that Sam never wants to lose, and now Dean's just going to tear it all away. He's going to throw himself away, like he's nothing, if Sam can't save him. (Angsty porn set sometime in Season 3. In lieu of actually talking things out, Sam and Dean have a lot of sex. Sometimes, like now, Sam breaks down.)

Bullet for my Valentine (8840 words) by merle_p Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Summary: Stupid. He is so goddamn fucking stupid. Running his mouth like a fucking idiot, not knowing when to leave well enough alone. Bad enough that he just practically talked dirty to his little brother, which, Christ – he must be more stressed than he thought if his self-control mechanisms have started malfunctioning that badly. But no, no, he came up with a scenario straight out of a bad slasher film, as if that is something normal people talk dirty about, as if that is something Sam would seriously enjoy. As if – As if Dean hadn’t hunted his own brother through the maze of the bunker, eyes black and hammer raised to strike, not even a full year ago. As if Sam hadn’t, just a few weeks back, knelt at his feet, neck bared, waiting for Dean to deal a fatal blow with a fucking scythe

Sam has a serial killer kink and Dean indulges him. There is no explicit consent discussion prior to the kink exploration. But there is a safeword that Sam is fully able to use.

With Your Dreams Untold (10157 words) by waywardelle Chapters: 1/1 Summary: For the past ten years, Dean has been bookmarking porn on the laptop for Sam to watch. Sam figured it would never go further than that, until one night, not long after killing Hitler, Dean decides to be brave. One thing is for sure: Dean is never going to let Sam live down the fact that porn is what brought them together, in the end. Set between 12x06 & 12x07, but not necessarily a coda.

Walkin' the Tightrope (24702 words) by non_tiembo_mala Chapters: 1/1 Summary: It’s 2036, and twenty years since Sam and Dean called it quits on hunting to take up a secluded, quiet life. Maybe Jesse and Cesar gave them the idea, but after Amara, they realized they’d done enough. And they wanted a proper life together even more. Known as Sam Wesson and Dean Smith to the residents of the nearby town they call home, Sam and Dean keep mostly to themselves, their immaculately kept ‘67 Chevy Impala, and their cabin in the woods. That is, until someone from their past tracks them down, desperate for help. Sam and Dean can’t say no, not when it’s their dear friend Jody Mills in deep trouble – she’s missing – but the wedding bands they wear make going back to their old life just that little bit more complicated…

because you want to die for love (27299 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 1/1 Series: Part 1 of Heaven verse Summary: He almost misses it. “Seventy-eight days.” A beat passes. “What?” That’s the face of twenty-four year old Sam staring at Dean with the eyes of the thirty-six year old Sam he left behind. Dean can’t get a read on him, on the expression there when Sam clarifies, “It was only seventy-eight days. I lived for seventy-eight days without you, and then I ended up here.”  (Sam and Dean settle into their Heaven—and into each other, too.)

Just about everything by hathfrozen is awesome. The author really knows Sam and Dean and hathfrozen explores their unhinged dynamics well.

Strange How the Night Moves (2282 words) by dollylux Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam and Dean talk about Sam's night with Piper.

Kings of Christmas (4987 words) by brokenlittleboy Chapters: 1/1 Summary: During the holidays at the bunker, Sam and Dean engage in a tense competition over who can decorate the bunker the best. Things get out of hand, but in a good way.

The Exodus (14189 words) by waywardelle Chapters: 1/1 Summary: So. Dean left with Cas over a week ago on some sort of recon mission, and yeah, Sam has been trying to bury himself in research, but he's just not coping all that well with the long-term separation. He wakes up early one morning, expecting the day to be like all the rest, except it's even worse than all the rest, because he's completely and totally alone on his (brother-less) thirty-fourth birthday. His bleak outlook quickly changes with an unexpected phone call, and he has to admit that maybe someone, somewhere answered his embarrassingly needy birthday wish, despite his lack of candles to blow out.

Promise Me (9281 words) by brokenlittleboy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel Additional Tags: Soulmates, Fluff, Romance, Marriage, Marriage Proposal, Men of Letters Bunker, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Winchesters, Canon Compliant, Top Dean, Bottom Sam, Frottage, Anal Sex, Sleepy Kisses, Minor Character(s) Series: Part 4 of Commissions Summary: Dean makes a promise to Sam. He'd already made a commitment to his brother in a church, but this time is more significant and meaningful. Their lives are already weird enough that one incestuous marriage proposal won't flip things upside down.

Sweet Sin, So Naked and Bare (16105 words) by HandsAcrossTheSea Chapters: 1/1 Summary: “Have you ever thought about us doing it bare?” Sam pauses with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth and brings his gaze up. “What do you mean?” “You know. Fucking bareback.” Dean’s not looking at him and Sam really, really wishes he would. Sam sets the cup down and exhales slowly. “Maybe.”

the need to choose (4542 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Castiel tells Dean something he never expected to hear.

This is an amazing fic. It does involve Mpreg and Non-traditional A/B/O dynamics. Dean is told he is pregnant. It also discusses the possibility of abortion due to the possibility of Sam and Dean being vessels and their war with Heaven and Hell. I think the concept is utterly brilliant. Sam and Dean having a child would really make it so that Heaven and Hell hunt them down or they give up their child.

reclamation (4152 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Once they're finally on the same page again, once things are okay, Sam realizes there's just one thing missing.

femme (4460 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Rummaging around the internet, Dean finds a kink he hadn't seen before; Sam explains, and demonstrates.

the beams of our house are cedar (7864 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: While they're still cementing the bunker as theirs, Dean remembers something he used to play with, when he was younger. He decides to give Sam a surprise, whenever he gets home.

there will be better days (9430 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam and Dean settle into their heaven.

ambiguity (4155 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam has a fantasy that he's long wanted to see realized. Dean misunderstands, at first, but Sam sets him straight.

a gift; win-win (967 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam wants to watch; Dean obliges.

oh so good, oh so fine (7580 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Series: Part 1 of it started with the kinks Summary: Zachariah gave them their memories back, but he didn't erase what had happened in the time they were other people. Dean Smith made a mistake, and Dean Winchester--well. He's still living with it.

kansas city (4231 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam dies in a barn, and Dean tries to live, after.

deadlybride is one of my favorite wincest authors. everything they write is certified gold. Also, I'm a simple woman, I enjoy reading about Dean in panties.

Good Clean Fun (6050 words) by nigeltde Summary: Loose lips sink ships.

Fair warning, if Sam and Dean having sex when Sam may not be fully with reality squicks you then proceed with caution. It is not stated out right and it is left ambiguous.

Lips That Unlock Doors (2668 words) by AlulaSpeaks Chapters: 1/1 Dean may have the lips that unlock doors, but it’s Sam’s mouth that drives Dean crazy.

Dean just wanted a taste.

You Have Always Been a Fire, Burning Under My Skin (6037 words) by faequeentitania Chapters: 1/1 Series: Part 1 of Sharing is Caring Summary: The first time Sam woke up to the sound of Dean jerking off, he was twelve. Hearing your brother stroking himself in the middle of the night shouldn't be a turn on at twelve. And it definitely shouldn't be a turn on at twenty-two, either. But here he was.

The entire series is awesome. There is hetero sex but Sam/Dean has a pretty established thing going on throughout. Sam and Dean enjoy sharing their sexual experiences with women and they enjoy having threesomes.

Giving Thanks (23271 words) by chiquititasnewsong Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam forgets it’s Thanksgiving until he finds Dean in the kitchen at the bunker getting ready for a huge holiday spread. Whether it’s the day or the atmosphere or some kind of odd cosmic synchronicity, Sam takes a chance that turns out to change his life in ways he never dreamed possible.

I love this fic so fuckin much. The mutual pining and the increasing sexual tension is everything to me.

To Have and To Hold (3668 words) by fallingintodivinity Chapters: 1/1 Summary: It’s while standing in the middle of the vegetable aisle at a Wal-Mart, a slightly wilted head of lettuce in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other, that Dean Winchester realizes he’s married.

A Warm Respite from a Chilly Night (1854 words) by doilycoffin Chapters: 1/1 After spending a good chunk of their evening freezing their asses off, Dean decides to warm him and Sam up with some good old fashioned spiked hot cocoa. And if it results in him getting to have a little fun with a very tipsy and horny Sam, then who is he to complain?

It's all consensual.

In the Chair Next to Mine (14407 words) by chiquititasnewsong Chapters: 1/1 Summary: This was written for this prompt from the SPN Masquerade Round 10: WINCEST - CAMPBELL BROTHERS, MARRIAGE KINK from: (anonymous) they really do love their little life in lebanon; the cozy quaint togetherness, the domestic bliss of coupledom, and they definitely get off on fooling the townspeople—letting everyone think they're mr. and mr. for real. (matching rings, the occasional pet name slipped, no one around them realizing they're getting an eyeful of incest every time a kiss is shared in public.)

Sam has a serious and intense incest kink. Dean gets into it.

Cri de Cœur [The Heart's Cry] (37817 words) by kelleigh Chapters: 7/7 Summary:

Sam and Dean could use a break after banishing God’s sister to the far reaches of oblivion. However, a new case drops into their laps when they receive a message sent to the Men of Letters using a strange old code. The name Campbell makes it impossible for them to refuse. The hunt takes the Winchesters back to Charleston, South Carolina, a city they haven’t been through in almost twenty years. It plunges them into the obscure and bloody history of an old plantation where ghost sightings and a consuming madness mean the clock is ticking.

Using every resource they have, including the help of the last Campbell ancestor in the South, the testimony of a powerless ghost, and the expertise of a handsome young historian, Sam and Dean need to uncover the truth behind the haunting before it claims another innocent victim. Based on the short story, The Yellow Wallpaper.

This is the second part of a series but it can be read as a stand alone. I love reading case fics and love reading ones that read like it could be on the show. This is awesome. Takes a divergence after Amara reunites with Chuck.

Sticking With You (10522 words) by smalltrolven Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam’s soul has been stretched to the limit after being attached to Chuck via the damn bullet in his shoulder. But now he has something to decide: whether or not to fill Dean in about what had really happened to Sam while Dean was off hunting on his own and killing his old buddy. It takes him the whole drive to Alaska, and nearly the whole way back to work up the courage to spill the whole story.

Dean helps Sam's soul heal and it is a beautiful thing.

nothing's gonna hurt you, baby (17652 words) by orphan_account Chapters: 1/1 Summary: “You get to have this, Dean.” The brush of Sam’s mouth against his own is the sweetest ache. Lips catch and drag and Sam whispers into his mouth, “You get to have this. If you want this, I’m giving it to you. Let me give this to you.” Dean wants to say yes. He wants to say please and I love you and thank you. For the trust, the devotion, the care. It’s not something that has ever needed to be verbalised but god, in this moment Dean wants nothing more than to tell this boy just how much he loves him. “Yeah. Yeah, Sam — I want this.” The words taste like the sweetest freedom and a thousand more years of damnation but Sam’s tongue soothes the burn of them. Long fingers cradle the back of his head tenderly, so tenderly, like he’s something precious to be taken care of, and Dean’s chest feels fit to bursting with how much he loves this kid.

I adore this fic. I really really do. and its sexy hot. This has Daddy kink. Sam calls Dean Daddy and it has undertones of subdropping.

Every New Beginning (1881 words) by remy Chapters: 1/1 Summary: one night you realize you love him, you love him in a way you shouldn’t, in a way you can never tell anyone, least of all him because he is not here. he is miles and miles and miles below your feet, so far out of your reach that you can’t even imagine it, and your chest hurts so sharp and vindictive you can’t breathe. and here’s the thing – without him, you don’t want to.

This is written in second person but it is an honestly beautiful depiction of Dean's feelings for Sam.

they were each other's toxic cure called codependency (2172 words) by nowhere_blake Series: Part 8 of codas for the damned and the brokenhearted Summary: Mary’s back, Dean is gone and Sam stops sleeping. She thought she understood how deep her boys' relationship goes, but when Michael takes over and Dean disappears, she needs to reevaluate just exactly how scarily codependent the two of them are. Coda to 14x01 Stranger in a Strange Land.

There's No Normal After That (6274 words) by Fenix21 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Dean discovers the truth behind the words of what it really means to love his brother.

Dean's turmoil after Sam's non-death is good stuff. This fic is set after Red Meat.

O Heavenly Christmas (8124 words) by SmackTheDevil Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Reunited on a bridge in Heaven, Sam and Dean have much to catch up on and slide back into their close relationship as if they had never been apart. Sam is reflective about a life long lived, while Dean is his usual self; cracking jokes and teasing his brother. But without the weight of the world on their shoulders, for the first time, in a long time they are both able to relax and talk about their time together on Earth, relive a few memories and enjoy their first Christmas together in Heaven.

amazing work and the progress of their re-joining is beautiful

ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves? (ain't you my baby?) (3367 words) by pilotflyingj Summary: Five times Dean calls Sam "baby," and one time he doesn't.

Monsters Are Always Hungry (27458 words) by untraceablegirl23 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: He peers down at him for just a second, a second that skips on like hours, because looking at Sam is like giving something up, like air, like space, and being replaced entirely with devotion. (Nonlinear depiction of the time Sam and Dean are found out and how it all comes to in the months beforehand which are Heaven and Hell at once. Or an acknowledgement of just how far they’d go for each other, even when it’s beyond wrong, because how can you hide when you’re entirely made for someone else?)

Midnight Ride (2749 words) by ani_coolgirl Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam really just means to get some sleep. But if he wants Dean’s good mood to last, he may as well indulge and enjoy the ride.

Sam indulging Dean's cowboy while Castiel and Jack are in the next room.

[earlgodwin]

you just seem like you hate cesare. I often read your posts, and it seems like you read him in the classic 'sinister' fashion that bad history books do, even when his intentions are no less sinister than Juan's have been many times. I'm just wondering if perhaps I'm missing something?

ok anon this kinda made me giggle <3 first of all i wouldn't be wasting so much time making loads of content of him lol. i've been a fan of cesare for a decade. i love how multidimensional he is and i think he's a tremendous character plus he's my all-time favorite male lead in all media. i love his soulmatism with lucrezia as well as the tragic brotherhood between him and juan, and second, apparently pointing out flaws and canonical facts (just like how i do with juan) means that i "hate" him (?) in fact it proves that i actually do love the guy because i, at least, embrace his characterization and i don't need to woobify him (or any antagonistic character) to love him. if you have any idea about me and my blog, i only tend to like villainous characters because antagonism is more compelling to me than heroism.

"even when his intentions are no less sinister as juan's." in what way is it my fault that cesare was portrayed as hypocritical while juan was portrayed as straightforward? cesare contradicted himself by claiming he acted for the family's preservation when everything he did was for his own ambitions. he even murdered juan to take control of the papal army and allowed lucrezia to be humiliated during the public consummation of her marriage with alfonso as we witnessed how he could've intervened but chose not to. this shouldn't even be a cesare bashing or "hating"; eventually, the guy eventually became power hungry in s3 (and if the borgias wasn't canceled, s4 would've been about how cesare and lucrezia drifted apart because for him it was power >>> lucrezia. read the borgias apocalypse)

on the other hand, juan was a total screw-up, but his actions stemmed from a desire to be accepted and to better the family, even though he ended up causing more harm. his motivation was rooted in deep love, not destruction, but unintentionally he achieved the opposite. if the roles were reversed, and cesare was a gonfaloniere laying a siege at forli and ludovico was coming for him, juan would've definitely warned him because juan's priorities were his family and their betterment, even "if" he disliked cesare (he loves cesare in a one-sided way despite the aggression lol) that being said, juan did kill paolo and hurt lucrezia, but he did it thinking it was for her sake and her reputation (plus driven with jealousy like how he did with djem) he also believed he would receive applause and prove himself as a true borgia as he deeply felt inferior to cesare. he made multiple attempts to make it up to lucrezia, but their disconnect was clear as every time he tried to impress her, she ended up getting hurt in some way and their inability to reconcile kinda represented their troubled relationship. juan's injury, syphilis, and being pushed away by everyone eventually drove him mad in his final moments. yet, he did try to reconcile with cesare and how he wants to be with him as brothers. none of this is an excuse for juan's behavior throughout the show, but it also doesn't justify cesare killing him either. however, the murder of juan made cesare more intriguing to me, as it marked his complete descent into darkness and ruthlessness, it's //not// heroism like how some of cesare stans think it is so...

all in all, most of my insights are supported by mr. arnaud and neil jordan themselves so might as well call them haters while you're at it idk anon

[cmlmrbl]

camilo and mirabel ship variants 🦎🦋

credits to Meatballs_5U on twitter for the above art

so basically on the encanto proship twt, there are a few camilo x mirabel madrigal concept arts which shippers have given names and personalities. please click the read more to find out about them!

firstly, there is cariana 🐍🐞 they are based off the following camilo and mirabel concept arts respectively:

carlos 🐍 is older and more of a meaner version of camilo. he's more jaded and doesn't really make as many jokes, but his sarcasm is through the roof.

meanwhile mariana 🐞 is a more determined/accomplished version of mirabel. she's very stubborn, almost to a fault, and she's the type to continue working despite being exhausted.

following is cesmari 🐸🕷 and they are based off the following camilo and mirabel concept arts respectively:

in this variant, cesar 🐸 is older and more intellectual. he's definitely a more serious version of camilo, and he can be quite obsessive to the point where it's almost manipulative (depending on your taste of how problematic you think the ship can be).

meanwhile maria 🕷 is also a more serious version of mirabel, however rather than being outcasted for having no gift, this variant is treated as overly delicate by her family as she's seen as someone that needs to be protected. she can also be underestimated quite often.

next is carisol 🦊🐰 and they are based off the following concept arts of camilo and mirabel. they are different because Maskiered (Mish) on twitter was the first artist to discover them:

they are seen as younger variants, and their dynamic is like the trope best friends to lovers.

Edit 1/3/23: the og artist for this variant couple has stated that they prefer the name "Carlitos" rather than Cristian for 🦊, so for future reference please respect the artist's wishes. [Source]

carlitos 🦊 is a more naive, innocent version of camilo, while marisol 🐰 is seen as the same to mirabel.

as mentioned before, twt artist Maskiered was the first to discover this ship and their art for carisol (as seen below) is some of the best, most accurate, portrayals of the two.

the next ship variant is carmiri 🦚🦉 they were discovered by Meatballs_5U on twitter and they are based off the following camilo and mirabel concept arts respectively:

carmelo 🦉 is seen as a more relaxed, slow and sluggish version of camilo. (i personally hc him to be a plant dad). he's not very smart but he's usually fairly content with his life and just feels lucky to be with his prima.

miriam 🦚 is definitely a girl boss, she's very accomplished and seen as intimidating and unapproachable. when it comes to carmelo though, she can be quite clumsy and personable - something she can really be vulnerable with him only.

as previously mentioned, twt artist Meatballs_5U first discovered this concept art ship for camilo x mirabel and some of their headcanons is that miriam is much taller than carmelo as well, showing a physical representation of their power dynamic. they also created the very first arts and portrayals for this ship, as seen below:

Edit 16/4/23:

the next few variant ships are more recent and in fact, Devil (or Honey Chouxcream) on twitter has a whole host of arts, emojis, and names for their milomira variants if you're interested; but the rest of this will be based on the other ships as Devil already made a few tweets outlining their own variants.

so the next variant ship is diomai 🌶🥝 and they were cooked up by artist @meltedvelita (who is also on tumblr and you should defs follow if you're interested and want to know more about the ship!) and this was their art of the two:

based off the artist's own headcanons, 🌶claudio (or just dio) takes after 🌤pepa a lot more in this au and he's like a mother hen wherein he gets easily anxious for his friends, especially his beloved prima 🥝maite.

meanwhile 🥝maite herself is quite oblivious and naive and has absolutely zero filter. she loves spicy foods and feels inadequate a lot of the time, something she's come to know as normal now.

the next variant ship is milche 🦟🪱 and they feature these specific concept arts of camilo and mirabel respectively:

these two are headcannoned as the youngest variants and they have a tom and jerry kind of dynamic wherein they're constantly trying to hurt each other cartoonishly and if it wasn't for the magic of Casita, there would definitely be more serious consequences to their shenanigans by now.

🦟chencho (or just che) definitely takes pleasure in torturing his prima and 🪱milena (or milly) doesnt let him get away with it.

they were thought up by @meltedvelita and iHrtDolores on twitter.

the next variant ship is sugarcane 🦂🐌 and they are based off these concepts of camilo and mirabel below:

🦂canelo is the top far right!

🦂canelo and 🐌maya were born of an AU idea that @meltedvelita and I discussed where pepa, bruno, (we took their concept arts too and named them josie and bernie 💖) and felix ran away together to the jungles of encanto and they started a family of their own there. when the cracks start showing and the magic weakens, 🐌maya, who is more reserved and proper as a result of an abuela that only focused on julieta's side of the family, sets out to try and find the rest of the family and reunite them - believing this will restore the miracle.

in the jungles however, 🦂canelo hangs out all the time and he has the gift of invisibility, he's intrigued by his prima and treats her like cheshire cat does to alice (pretty much their entire dynamic) but with all the 50s monikers that he has come to love and she absolutely hates. he routinely calls her "sugar", and "doll", and "toots". as such their ship name became sugarcane! 🦂🐌

thank you to @clayxorel for letting me know that they actually made some variants too! i'm not sure what the emojis for them are yet, but their names are Crisóstomo and Mara, and they can be found being initially discussed here.

above is Mara, and this is Crisóstomo

their dynamic is apparently that they act like an old, married couple (bickering) but also there's actually been years of mutual pining too! Mara does have a gift, and it's invisibility, while Crisótomo's gift is to copy the gifts of his family members!

As I said before, these two were thought of by @clayxorel so if you have any questions or hcs feel free to contact them!

So for now that's all the camilo x mirabel concept art ships, or variants, as they're more commonly known.

I'll definitely add more to this and keep the post updated if any new variants or ships are discovered or given names and personalities. As of right now, all the different variants are shipped quite freely, with many art works on twt featuring different mirabel concept arts with different camilo ones, there are even many that feature selfcest for each character!

In any case, I hope this was informative and we get more shippers for these (and camilo x mirabel in general) on tumblr soon 💕

[goldenboywrites]

northern attitude

"I have never once blindly followed your brother." He countered, letting the cloth roam through the water for a moment. He could see where Quin would have gained that thought. "When we see him after all of this I'll have him tell you of them time the pair of us first snuck out from under your parents' noses." And while it was a light hearted memory, it wasn't the only time. He sighed again and began to wash the other side of Quintus' back, watching the suds mingle with whatever bits of dirt and sweat that were released from his body. He couldn't disregard what the other had said. And he hadn't but he truly just wanted a moment where they weren't looking over their shoulders. Slowly he washed the rest of Quintus' back and opted for a bottle of oils and soap for hair. He suds up the concoction between his already wet hands, kneeling up to hover just over the other. "I know it isn't safe." He admitted, working his fingers through the other's hair. This wasn't the moment he'd intended to have. In fact he was fairly certain this would have been the last thing to ever happen. But you don't bite the hand that feeds you. And be it because he was truly exhausted or Quitus didn't mind this. Whatever it was, Cesare couldn't stop the smile that crept up on his face. "I know it is very hard for you to even see safety should it grace you. But ..." And he knew it to be a fool's wish, but couldn't it be something? Just once? "I don't know. I just .." He sighed, feeling himself starting to get a little ahead of where he needed to be. "I just thought the first time you came here it would be ... enjoyable." It was stupid the way he felt about it. And he knew that it wasn't truly his fault or Quin's. But wouldn't it have been nice to let Quin really see this place. It'd been at the forefront of most of his thoughts as of late. Not that Quin would know that. Thankfully Max wasn't here to rub it in his face. Though Gods knew he wished that were the case. "I understand though." He finally conceded, finally satisfied with how clean the hair was going to be. His fingers untangled from Quintus' hair and he leaned over the tub, grasping the tall pitcher next. The water flowed out as he brushed through the other's hair and he smiled so softly as he watched the eyes flutter shut and it looked for a moment as if there were some peace in that room. "If it's unyielding fealty you're after from me ..." His tone soft as ever. "You've had it for quite some time. And if it means I need to trust you completely then I will." He set the pitcher down and moved to the side of the tub, toweling off his hands and forearms. "I'm always going to give my opinion to you. I'd never second guess you openly but so long as you at least hear me out then I can follow your lead." He wasn't sure he'd actually get that agreement but he knew if it was at least said then it was up to Quin as to what he did with it. "Besides." He continued, drawing himself up onto his knees once more. His arms crossed over the tub's edge and he found himself of the newly cleaned man. "Tonight there isn't much to be done. Father's going to insist we mingle regardless. At least for a little while. You can feign exhaustion and I'll help you to your quarters." He shrugged, it all sounding perfectly innocent to him. "In the morning we can plan out our next move. Whatever it may be." He chewed his lower lip nervously, his head dipping slightly. "Deal?"

If it’s unyielding fealty you’re after from me you’ve had it for quite some time.

Quin gasped softly at Cesare’s words, which shocked him to his core. Never, aside from his brother, was trust given to him so willingly. If anything, everyone around him seemed to air on the side of distrust. Part of his uncle’s strategic manipulation, no doubt. But to hear Cesare say that, in that moment, was everything. 

He turned to look at the prince and only saw sincerity in his face. It warmed his cheeks. Cesare continued to talk about trusting Quin. About doing this his way as long as Quin accepted hearing the prince’s opinions. Which he could do, begrudgingly. It was everything he had wanted to hear and more. It was like Quin had been waiting for his moment his entire life. Where he finally didn’t feel alone. He had someone who would follow his lead, who would help him, someone who would have his back. 

Quin leaned forward and reached for Cesare, wrapping a wet hand around the back of his neck and pulling him forward as he leaned in to meet him halfway. Their lips crushed together, Quin’s tongue running along Cesare’s bottom lip until he allowed him entrance. He heard water hit the floor as he leaned further out of the bathtub. He could imagine Cesare’s pants soaked with his bathwater but it didn’t matter because they were kissing. Quin could have this. Quin would have this. Finally, he could trust enough to have a normal relationship with someone he had been in love with for years. 

He shook himself out of his daydream. Realizing that he had been staring at Cesare’s lips and hadn’t moved or spoken in a handful of moments. His hands hadn’t reached for the man, their lips hadn’t met. There wasn’t a waterfall of water spilling out from the tub in between them.

If only it could be that easy. If only he were brave enough outside of his mind to kiss the prince. But their reality was that he wasn’t. He couldn’t. Despite what Cesare was saying, their engagement was off before it even started. The probability of Quin even living to the end of this was slim. He cleared his dry throat and turned away from Cesare, leaning his back against the tub again. Quin tried very hard not to be distracted by Cesare’s hands hanging over the edge of the tub. “Fine,” He said, avoiding Cesare’s gaze because he was irritated at himself and knew if he looked at Cesare he would take it out on him. “I accept those conditions.”

Quin could feel his toes pruning from being in the bath for so long but he couldn’t very well get out after imaging kissing Cesare due to a particular problem he was having below the water. He had already reached the boundary of his privacy by allowing the prince to bathe him. He couldn’t push himself any further. “I’ll manage through tonight’s activities just fine as long as you keep your cousin away from me. I will not offend your father or your people by leaving early. I need them all to see that I am not what my uncle has made me out to be so when he comes here to collect me they’ll be on my side. I lack support in Vivec because they believe I made an attempt on Maximus’ life.” Quin inhaled sharply at his own words, hating the fact that it was even a thought in his people’s heads. “If I fuck up here I might as well serve myself up on a platter for my uncle. I’ll be out of options.”

[goose-duck]

Mandela catalogue short scenarios ✨ angsty ✨

~~~~~~

"ah! Mother fuck- you fucking ass!!" Jonah yelled, jumping around in pain.

Adam is just giving Jonah a look as if Jonah is crazy, "come on, it wasn't that bad.."

Jonah glares at Adam, "you broke my fucking rib!"

"stop being dramatic, the worst you'll get is a bruise." Adam says annoyed.

"you're so damn weak, Jonah." Adam follows up his words with an annoyed sigh.

Jonah walks over to Adam, a harsh pained look on his face, "you're a real dick, you know that?"

Adam responds by letting out a sarcastic chuckle, elbowing Jonah in the ribs again. This prompts Jonah to whine in pain and clutch his midsection.

"why the fuck would you do it again!?" Jonah yelled, tears in his eyes.

Adam responds, "because you look funny when you're in pain" he snickers a bit.

Jonah just lets out a defeated sigh, falling to the floor with a thud and laying there, groaning in pain. Adam just laughs some more before calming himself and smirking at Jonah.

Jonah glares at Adam from his spot on the floor, "quit staring, creep."

"don't think I will." Adam responds in a snarky manner, enjoying bothering Jonah.

~~~~~~

Cesar is sitting on a bench with Mark, the two are just chatting when Cesar's mother walks by.

"watch out for balls, mark!!" She says, continuing on past them.

Hearing this prompts Cesar to start laughing, mark blushes in embarrassment.

"what was that about? Ahaha!" Cesar laughs, having not noticed how embarrassed his friend is.

Mark responds quietly, "quit laughing you ass..."

Cesar starts trying to calm himself but can't completely quell his laughter, calming it to a quiet snicker.

"okay! Okay...tell me..." Cesar gets out between little giggles.

Mark sighs, the blush on his face subsiding a little, "well...you know how I have this black eye..?" Mark turns to look at Cesar.

Cesar looks back at him and nods, "it's pretty nasty, hard to miss." Cesar is a bit more serious now as it is true, the black eye is a lot more than just Mark's eye, it's a quarter of his face.

Mark continues, now looking away from Cesar, "well...you remember that ass? Ronald? Well...he..uh.." Mark sighs, some tears forming in his eyes, prompting him to further hide his face from Cesar by putting his hands over his face.

Cesar looks worried, gently putting a hand on Mark's shoulder, "what did he do to you..?" Cesar sounds concerned and angry, he's worried about his best friend, but he needs to know what happened before he does anything.

"its not like it was intentional...its just...the way he acted after...that's what the problem was..." Mark says, sounding like he's about to cry.

Cesar prompts Mark to continue, "it's okay ..keep going buddy...im here..." comfortingly squeezing his best friend's shoulder.

Mark continues his story through a broken voice, holding back tears, "well, he hit me in the head with a base ball, which wasn't his fault, it was just bad circumstances, wrong spot wrong time kinda thing...but after...he...when he saw me in pain he laughed...he said 'finally, that dream's suffering', he laughed and said he hopes my brain is bleeding so I'll die..." Mark finally just gives up, letting himself cry.

Cesar holds mark tightly in a hug, rubbing his back and telling him everything will be okay.

"oh..ah...its okay...well...its not...everything will be okay...its gonna get better ..okay..? Cry all you need to...im here for you...ill be here...okay..?" Cesar says as Mark cries on his shoulder.

~~~~~~

Jonah's sitting in math class, they have a test, Jonah hates tests. He's one of those people that is great at everything until he has to take a test then he loses everything, can't even remember 2+2.

Jonah's sitting there at his desk, staring at the paper, he hasn't even answered the first question and it's already been 10 minutes. He starts sweating, getting stressed. All he can think about is how stupid he is, how his mother will tell at him for getting a bad mark on his test, how he'll be sent to his room and not given dinner.

Jonah starts to breathe heavily, his vision blurring a little. He knows exactly what's happening, he's having a panic attack. He hates when this happens, he hates feeling so powerless over his emotions. Jonah sits there, slowly breaking down more and more as tears finally begin to fall, making the test paper wet and smearing what little ink was on it.

Jonah starts to get more upset seeing this, thinking about how pathetic he is for crying over something other people find so easy. Why was he so stupid? Why'd he have to freeze up? Why's he crying? These thoughts raced through Jonah's mind, putting more pressure on his already distressed mind.

Adam is sitting beside Jonah, Adam finds tests easy, having finished this one in record time, 20 minutes. Adam hears Jonah sniffling and looks over at him, seeing Jonah shaking and the tears on his paper he makes a weird face at the side of Jonah's head, not understanding why Jonah was crying.

Adam may not know how to express he cares or like to express it, but he is a bit worried seeing Jonah has only written his name and the date on the paper. Adam wonders why Jonah's got nothing done and why he's crying. As Adam's thinking he's making a face, it looks like he's glaring at Jonah, like he's annoyed with Jonah for crying, but he's not, he's just not sure what to make of this.

Jonah looks over at Adam, seeing that look on Adam's face Jonah assumes he pissed Adam off and starts whining his tears, trying to make the crying stop. Adam sees this and realizes the face he's making, relaxing his face and giving Jonah a concerned look. Jonah doesn't see this look though, only telling himself off mentally for assumedly bothering Adam.

Adam raises his hand, calling the teacher over. Adam asks to go to the cafeteria and get something to eat since he's done with his test. The teacher gives him the okay and Adam leaves.

Seeing Adam leave so quickly after him seeing Jonah's tears solidifies for Jonah that he'd bothered Adam with his crying, making Jonah insult himself further.

Adam walks down to the cafeteria with the intent of getting something to make Jonah feel better. Adam isn't good with words and given they're in a test he wouldn't be able to use them even if he knew how, so instead he's using his actions.

When Adam gets the the cafeteria he asks what they have available. The lunch ladies give him the list, when Adam hears there's jelly filled cookies he buys two and quickly rushes back to class. Jonah loves jelly cookies, how could Adam not get him one? He of course bought himself one two, he's got a while until the class is over and snacking may make the time pass quicker.

Adam gets back to class and sets a cookie on Jonah's desk before sitting down in his desk and munching on his cookie, no longer paying attention to Jonah and just zoning out from pure boredom.

Jonah seems Adam set the cookie on his desk and stops crying for a second, shocked Adam wasn't upset with him but had in fact gotten him a cookie presumably to make him feel better, or maybe just to shut him up? Either way it's a cookie from Adam rather than an insult or an annoyed scowl so Jonah will happily take it.

Jonah eats the cookie, calming down enough to try again with his test, he's got 30 minutes left, maybe he can do it. Jonah looks over at Adam hoping for reassurance but Adam's just staring into space. Jonah sighs and smiles to himself, it's just like Adam to be staring into space when done his work, he can do literally anything else, like draw or listen to music, hell, he could even leave the class, yet every time he chooses to just sit and wait for Jonah.

Jonah begins his test, still not confident he can do it, but feeling better knowing his best friend will still be there when it's over.

[angelic-writer]

Whumpcember Day 7 - Fainting (Alt 7. Hunger)

CW: Starvation

"Are you sure you don't want any, Mark?" George asked.

"I'm sure. You guys need it more than me." Mark pushed the plate of food towards them.

"But you've barely eaten anything for the past week. You're losing weight." Fred said.

"I know, but I need to show them that what they're doing is wrong!"

"Mark, they're just gonna blame us. You know how this town is with us."

"I know!!" He sighed. "I know and it's disgusting and wrong! You guys shouldn't have to suffer because of what happened to Cesar..." He shivered. "Here. I made sure it doesn't have any allergens in them."

"Mark... You don't have to do this." Cathy muttered.

"Cathy, you're my family. I can't let you guys get hurt."

After a bit of deliberation, the triplets slowly began to eat. Satisfied, he left their room, gripping his stomach tightly. Everyone's treatment of the Flammias have gotten so much worse since Cesar almost died. He was almost killed by one of the spies, held captive in the hospital, comatose against his will and almost died again. Despite that, Santiago blamed it on the triplets, saying that he almost died because he wanted to protect them.

That didn't make any sense to him. Isn't it a hero's duty to protect the people you care about? If it were him that Cesar almost died to protect, wouldn't Santiago be praising him? He would be hailed as the hero they want him to be.

His vision began to grow dim and he fell to his knees. Deep breaths, Mark. Don't faint. Don't faint. Just get some fluids in you. You'll be fine.

It'll be worth it. You need to teach them a lesson...

-----

Everyone was gathered at the table, talking about what they're gonna do today. N kept badgering Stanley about him having Uno while Damien tried to steer the conversation back to the topic at hand. Mark couldn't focus. He wanted to, but he was so fucking hungry...

"Mark? You alright?" Cesar asked.

"Yeah. I-I'm alright..."

"You sure? You look a little pale."

"I'm sure. I'll get something later."

"Dude, you've been saying for the past few days. You look like you're about to drop dead at any moment. You really need to eat something."

"Cesar, I already told you, I need to-"

"Mark? Do you have anything to add?" David suddenly asked.

"Oh, uh... I think we... We need better security systems since people get through them too easily... I think something is up with the security team..." He stood up on shaky legs. "We need to investigate what's..." His vision grew spotty.

"Mark? Hey.." Cesar shook him by the shoulder.

"We...." Mark dropped like a stone. Cesar caught him and set him down as the room erupted into chaos.

"What the- What happened?!"

"Mark?!"

"Is he alright?!"

They all crowded around him as Cesar set Mark's head in his lap. Quick pulse check. Slow heartbeat. "Dave, go get Esther!"

The triplets were in the other room, watching the whole thing go down. They were starting to shake now. They're gonna blame it on them. Everything was their fault.

Mark blinked his eyes open as everything started to come back to him.

"Mark? Can you hear me?" Cesar patted his face.

"Ugh... What happened...?"

"You fainted. Don't worry. Esther's coming to get you."

"Wh... But the triplets..."

"Don't worry. We won't let anything happen to them."

------

Mark slowly opened his eyes to a blinding light shining above him. After blinking a bit, he noticed that he was in the infirmary. An IV was inserted into his arm.

"Oh good, you're awake." Esther looked up from her paperwork on the desk. "The IV's there to give you extra nutrients. You didn't look very good."

"Esther? Wh..."

"You fainted during the meeting. Cesar told me what happened." She held him down with her stare. "Mark, when was the last time you ate something?"

"Ummm...."

"What about fluids? Have you had any water?"

"I've been having some apple juice...."

"Okay, but have you gotten some actual food in you?"

He was silent.

"Mark, starving yourself shouldn't be taken lightly. It's unhealthy to deprive your body of important nutrients. Your body could be breaking down other cells to make up for the nutrients you're depriving them of."

"I-I wanted them to see that what they're doing is wrong..."

"Them?"

"Yeah. The reason why I haven't been eating is because Santiago has been limiting their food intake. I did it to get him to see that it was wrong. He somehow got the other parents to believe that it was because of Cesar. They were pretty badly beforehand, but this... This is too much."

"My goodness... Just how much food were they taking away from them?"

Mark was silent for a bit. "...They were getting by on granola bars."

Esther blinked in disbelief. "Just granola bars? But aren't they allergic to peanuts? I know some of them have peanut butter for a flavor."

"They avoided the peanut butter ones."

"You mean to tell me they were only being fed granola bars and nothing else?!"

"Well, that and food scraps, but that's barely enough."

"Of course it's barely enough. They need a lot more than that to get enough of the nutrients needed!"

"That's what I mean! They're starving them and I wanted to snap them out of it!"

Esther looked down at her clipboard. "It seems like there are a few adults there who don't believe the delusion of the week going on here."

"Yeah. They're the only ones who care about them."

"I see."

Mark nodded, then gripped his stomach in pain. It felt like his body was eating itself alive. Why did he think this was a good idea?

"You should really eat something."

"Please. I can't take it anymore."

[labradork]

I'm so frustrated. Rant under the cut.

So I guess I'd say Milo is dog selective. He went through a phase of barking and lunging at bigger dogs, and especially GSDs, which we worked through. But when he meets dogs, it's like a 50/50 chance that he'll get along with them or suddenly tense up and snap. And I think that's because of experiences he's had in the past: twice now we've had off-lead dogs run up to us, get right in Milo's face and then attack him completely unprovoked. On his first birthday three mastiff-looking dogs started fighting him at my feet, and I had to drop his lead and watch them chase him. Luckily he wasn't physically hurt but it was fucking traumatic, for both of us. Even after that he was okay until something similar happened in the woods near our house. After that he developed reactivity to bigger dogs, which we spent a lot of time and effort working through, and now he can comfortably pass dogs as long as they aren't right in his face.

So while I'd love for him to meet and befriend every dog we see, I made the decision to not let him meet strange dogs on walks because I don't think it's worth the risk of him snapping. I mostly take him to on-lead parks or walk him along busy roads to avoid meeting off-lead dogs for this reason.

So today at the on-lead park (on-lead because it's a habitat for several native birds, and this is clearly signposted around the park) probably 90% of the dogs we saw were off-lead. And some of them were calmly walking alongside their owner and left us alone. Fine.

We got to one of the car parks and someone opened a car door and a cocker spaniel started running at us. She was small and wasn't the type of dog Milo usually has a problem with but like I said, I don't like to take the risk. I called over to be careful because he isn't friendly and they tried and failed to recall her while I moved away.

We take opposite directions around the loop and eventually meet again, and again their dog runs up to Milo and ignores their recall. The dog is right beside us before I can move away and I don't have a lot of choice this time - and they greeted each other and were fine, which I had kinda suspected would be the case, and the other owners said he seemed fine and I explained that having been attacked in the past he can get scared when dogs run at him and he's on the lead, and that I just avoid meeting all dogs to avoid the risk. I say it's frustrating because sometimes he is friendly but I don't want to put other dogs at risk.

The guy nods and seems sympathetic but the lady starts telling me about the wonders of Cesar Milan and how she's trained her dog perfectly by hitting her when she misbehaves. She tries to demonstrate her perfectly trained dog by pointing down at her side and telling the dog to sit. Her dog ignores her. Milo moves to her side and sits. She continues explaining how her dog is perfectly trained and I need to "be tough" and "show him I'm the boss" and beat him. I suck at conflict so I just keep nodding til she runs out of things to say, then say it was nice to meet them and leave.

I constantly feel guilty that Milo isn't like "normal" dogs. I worry that I'm just too anxious, that I did something wrong or am doing something wrong. I wish I cared less so I could let my dog run around the woods and get in fights and act like it's not my fault like people have done to us. Part of me feels ridiculous and overdramatic, but another part of me has seen Milo be attacked and seen him snap at other dogs and I just don't want to break up another fucking dog fight on a quiet walk on my day off. I'm running out of places where I can safely walk my dog without constantly worrying about other people's dogs.

Mostly I'm angry. MY dog is on a lead. I'm FOLLOWING THE RULES. And other people treat me like an idiot because they aren't. It feels unfair. And I feel stupid for expecting fairness. And I'm sick of people who don't know what they're talking about telling me to hit my dog because that was NOT the first time I've been given that advice by someone with no control over their own dog and it makes me fucking sick.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

hi \o/!! Carente + Anomalia for the ask game? (I think you already answered these, but oh well maybe 2nd favourite \o/)

Hello! Twice even in one case! But I'll give it a go! Spoilers up to and including opc

Carente - Which is your favourite relationship (platonic OR romantic) and why?

Okay so a new answer for you first... I've done Johnny and Rubens a bit from OPD7 specific focus, I've done other Johnny stuff, I've done Cesar and Arthur... I mean I can mash Rubens with you for a wider Johnny and Rubens focus anytime but I think we both know that so...

Luciano, Fernando, and Erin. I just kinda... like them? I love Erin's dilemma of knowing her best friend has done something horrific, to save her other friend. Of having to choose between her best friend and her friend, except that she doesn't have any say in this at all. The way both Luciano and Fernando trust Erin so much, with explaining what's going on, who to shoot, what to do... But also when things go absolutely to shit, whichever one of them is present does their very best to look out for her. I wrote a little about her and Luciano during OPD, and we never really... OPD was not a season where characters really got to characterise, and I've never really had a chance to write more, but they just... make me kinda sad. But I love them, and I love how *messy* it is between them, more than anything else.

Then I will direct you here: https://factorialsotherfandoms.tumblr.com/post/756106730977509377/about-the-ask-game-carente-which-is-your

lastly, I will copy paste from what I wrote cafe, as there's spoilers for a season you haven't seen in that answer:

So, I did answer this here, but I know for sure you’ve seen the relevant parts so I saved this one for you. Because Johnny, my boy, my absolute fucking moron <3

I guess on screen relationship has to be him and Rubens, because its most of what we see, you know? And it’s sweet, and its fun, and watching the two pairs dance around each other and just how much Johnny and Rubens *trust* each other *and not the others* is very pleasing.

However

HOWEVER

I am utterly and entirely and extremely *fascinated* by the team he used to be on. Both in a historical Johnny & Luciano & Antonio & Arnaldo sense, and in a current time (well slightly ahead) just Johnny & Balu being left at the end of it. Or even!!!! Johnny & Anfitrião, the being with Arnaldo’s memories. We haven’t seen any of him and Kian so eh yeah, but the potential!!! They’re not things I’ve especially poked, but these are all things I rotate in my brain constantly. I just… Don’t have the time to write them rn, and can’t even pick a singular version anyway. The man who used to be his mentor, perhaps saviour perhaps sponsor, becoming the thing that near killed him. The last two people at the end. Four people working together without names but, from what Balu said, seems there were frictions in the group from clashing personalities and people being stubborn. Not serious ones, but ones where they’d work together but not *like* each other much. There’s a lot of lines from the Johnny, Balu, and Rubens scene (mostly from Rubens because *fuck* Felps pulled it out of the park that scene [and many of the earlier ones but I’ve repeated the Host information frip ones less]) that live rent free in my brain, but this -

Johnny, I’m Balu. We already met on another occasion, but I think… I was a bit of a fool when you met me. Anyway… I think… If we were on some mission nowadays, we would be- I would have done better.

I am so fascinated by this line. This fucking line. I am completely fascinated by a relationship I’ll never get any god-damned answers to, and it’s this line’s fault.

(I’m also 80% convinced that where Balu cut himself off? The next would would have been ‘friends’)

Anomalia - Favourite headcanon?

See the same link I gave for the first one, lmao. For a second...

So this is projecting a little but... You know how Rubens' deepest if I could change something, it'd be to be in a country house playing board games with Johnny? Clearly he adores board games (I wonder if video games got him involved in the occult but anyway), but I like to think he likes... not necessarily weird board games, but board gamer board games. The ones with a billion little wooden pieces and cards and seven boards and fifteen trackers and a scoring system so complex you're not even sure exactly *how* to type it into a calculator. Things like Terra Mystica, Settlers of Catan, Power Grid, Thurn and Taxis, Ticket to Ride, Carcassone...

Thing is, he also doesn't play to *win*, necessarily. Sure winning is fun, but he wants a safe way to spend time with friends without needing to hold up a conversation. Also he tends to set himself mini non-winning (sometimes contradictory to winning) goals. Have a city with one of every tile type in Terra Mystica, collect one of every coloured route in Ticket to Ride, connect two specific cities in Power Grid, refuse to place on road cards in Carcassone... Anything like that.

[clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles]

Deceptive Bonds to Abyss of Despair

In her room, it was quiet, the kind of silence that presses in on you, filled with the weight of recently spoken harsh words and the chill of solitude. 

Clean Bubbles sat in the dim light of her bedroom, the remnants of the evening’s chaos still visible around her. Her hands shook slightly as she stared at her phone lying on the nightstand, her mind replaying the departure of Mark and Cesar. The guilt was a heavy shroud, wrapping her thoughts in dark circles.

*BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!*

As she reached for her phone to check the time, the device buzzed abruptly, slicing through the silence. The screen lit up with Cesar’s name, but her heart sank with a sudden dread; she couldn’t face them, not yet, not after everything that had happened.

However, her hand moved almost of its own accord, driven by a mix of longing and fear, and she answered the call. “Hello?” Her voice was tentative, a whisper lost in the vastness of her quiet home.

“::Hey, Bubbles…::”

The voice on the other end was familiar yet subtly off. It was Cesar—or at least, it sounded like him. But there was something in his tone that didn’t sit right with her, a coldness where warmth used to be.

“Cesar, I... I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to—”

“::It’s okay, Bubbles. Really,::”

the voice interrupted, its soothing tone belying the sharpness that followed.

"::But you know, maybe it's for the best. Maybe it's better if we... keep our distance for a while.::"

The words stung more than she’d expected. A lump formed in her throat as she struggled to process his words. “Cesar, I—”

"::I think it's better this way,::"

he continued, his voice smooth, almost rehearsed.

"::You have your... issues to deal with, and we can't always be there to pick up the pieces. Maybe this is where our paths diverge.::"

Tears pricked at her eyes as she listened, the words slicing through any pretense of strength. She leaned back against the bed, feeling suddenly very small and very alone. “Is this really what you want?” Her voice was a broken whisper, barely audible.

"::It's what's necessary, Bubbles. For all of us. You need to handle your battles, and we... we just need some normalcy, you know?::"

There was a pause, and when he spoke again, his voice was colder, more detached.

"::Take care of yourself, okay?::"

The line went dead, leaving a heavy click in her ear and a silence more profound than before. Clean Bubbles stared at the phone in her hand, numbness spreading through her limbs. The room felt colder, darker, as if the shadows were creeping in closer around her.

She dropped the phone beside her, her mind racing, thoughts fragmented. It didn’t make sense. The Cesar she knew, the real Cesar, wouldn’t abandon her like this, wouldn’t be so cold. But the doubt seeded by the voice’s cruel finality gnawed at her, worming its way deep into her fears.

Clean Bubbles pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she rocked back and forth slightly. “What have I done…?” She spoke softly with stunned emotion. 

“I’m such a fool. How stupid and gullible I am. I could’ve done better than this. I shouldn’t have found the Mandela Catalogue in the first place. Everything would've been better.” She thought as tears brimmed to her eyes. “I can’t change what I have done… This is all my fault.” 

As Clean Bubbles sat in her room, the weight of the conversation with Cesar settling heavily on her shoulders, she felt a profound sense of isolation. The silence around her was suffocating, amplifying her self-doubt and regret.

With trembling hands, she reached for her book, Timeline of Mandela Catalog, her fingers tracing the embossed letters on the cover. It was a tangible reminder of her role in everything that had unfolded, a testament to the choices she had made and the consequences they had wrought.

As she opened it, her gaze fell on the little items around her that reminded her of better times: a photo of her with Mark and Cesar, laughing at some long-forgotten joke; a small, silly trophy they had won together at a local fair. Each memory was a sting, a sharp contrast to the cold detachment of the phone call.

Tears welled up in her eyes, she clutched the book to her chest, the weight of it pressing against her like a physical burden. "I should've known better," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. "I should've seen through the lies, seen the truth for what it was. I should’ve been more simple…! I shouldn't been hiding my PAIN!"

But hindsight offered no solace, only a harsh reminder of her own fallibility. She had been so eager to believe, so desperate for redemption, that she had allowed herself to be deceived. And now, the consequences of her naivety were closing in around her, suffocating her with their inevitability.

With a choked sob, she buried her face in the pages of her memories, seeking solace in its familiar words. But even as she sought refuge in its pages, she couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that lingered in the air, poisoning her thoughts with doubt and fear.

"I'm sorry," she whispered into the darkness, her words a desperate plea for forgiveness that she knew would never come. "I'm sorry for everything." But the silence offered no absolution, only a stark reminder of the emptiness that now filled her heart.

[sweet-vanilla-sims]

Year 1664

Still reeling from the loss of their father the older of the Morosini girls tried to do their best to maintain normalcy for their little siblings especially Olivia and Giovanni Cesare that was easier said than done though.

With Giuliano celebrating his twelfth birthday, he decided to pick up on some of his sister's hobbies though he would never admit to it to the other boys in town, he actually quite enjoyed it.

As much as Giulia hated that her daughters had picked up cards like their father had loved so very much, she couldn't help but feel relieved as they played with how happy the game made them after their losses.

The Morosini boys got along well though with their considerable age gap that was more or less of a given since it was rather difficult to find much fault in a toddler as an almost teenager. They didn't share much in common but Giuliano didn't mind indulging his little brother's babble at times.

As the crops grew more stable, Orelia suggested that she go help her grandmother Tala since she was getting on in age to deal with her own supply of crops. Giulia felt a pang of loss that despite her daughter wanting to do something so kind, she didn't want to lose another member of the household so soon.

Of the siblings Olivia and Giovanni Cesare were the ones who got along the best though it was hard to say if the reason for that was due to their ages but it warmed the hearts of the entire household to see the littlest ones getting along so well.

Felicita's children soon grew up and it remained abundantly clear that her younger two took strongly after her though perhaps time would tell if that would change.

Of course having young children in the home meant that there was still fussing to be had and the older children were sure to make themselves scarce when the littles were inconsolable not that Giulia minded especially as she was happy to know that when her last little one came it would truly be the last so even the unpleasant moments of dealing with small children were cherished.

Olivia grew up into a delightful young lady with a passion for reading.

Maybe it was because she was big enough to start lessons with her siblings but after her lessons began Olivia and Giuliano grew even closer than they had been before.

Life was peaceful for the near fortnight after Olivia's birthday as Felicita's children were often around the Morosini home.

Then Giulia's true final labor began and fear struck through her heart as she worried about leaving her children alone if anything happened to her especially as she was an older mother this time around as well.

Thankfully Giulia's fears of being taken by the hands of fate with this birth were unfounded and late in the afternoon on September 13th she delivered a daughter, Olimpia Morosini.

With the birth of Olimpia, Giulia was more willing to entertain her daughter's idea of helping out with her grandmother and decided that she would approve of her spending a few nights a week helping out Tala.

Orelia was proud to show off her first steps into independence away from the main family whenever she returned from Tala's place. Orsa was a little jealous of her sister but she also wasn't quite sure spending a few nights at the house they took their lessons counted as independence. Giuliano felt a sense of responsibility with another one of his older sisters out of the house, he was getting older and sooner rather than later he would actually be the man of the house rather than feeling like his sisters kid brother but the part of him that wasn't ready for the responsibility he had was glad that his sisters were still home and unwed.

Most days with the children in the house all with her, Giulia could hardly believe just how quickly they were all growing up.

Little Olimpia grew into a lovely little baby though it was hard to say which of her parents she took after yet being how little she still was.

Thinking on her children growing up, Giulia caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror with lines on her face she swore weren't there before. She was getting older and given how many people she knew would never grow old enough for signs of age to appear she decided to wear them with pride.

Giulia was delighted to spend autumn and winter just cooing over her last baby. The finality of it all brought with it a sense of peace amidst the chaos of the house full of children.

Orsolina's son, Marcello grew from an infant to a little boy with a charming demeanor. His parents were delighted to see their son grow up and while they shared little love for each other, they found they did delight in watching their son grow.

But while Giulia's childbearing years had come to an end, Osana was happy to end the year with the discovery that her little daughter would be an older sister in the coming year.

[jakey-beefed-it]

A few scattered, minimally spoilery FF14 thoughts as I draw near the end of Heavensward’s main story

I have come around entirely on Estinien (his one example of weirdly toxic masculinity directed at my sweet baby boy Alphinaud seems to have been an aberration of writing) and Aymeric (who is deep down an idealist despite being the Cesare Borgia chief of police). I was always on board for Count Edmont de Fortemps despite his looking suspiciously like Dracula and being a Count, because he was our narrator for this expansion and I’m genre savvy enough to figure that meant he’d be on our side unless he had a MUCH bigger role in which case he might have betrayed me for that punch. But yeah- his reaction to Major Character Death was heart-wrenching.��

Ysayle! Coming through as the most compelling character in the expansion full of compelling characters tbh. Her motivations, development, and the shit she ends up having to come to terms with, absolutely grabbed me. And then working with the team because no, she meant it, her whole entire goal was ending the fucking war. To the point of talking down her own people and thereby foiling the schemes of evil men in power, forcing them to change tack. 

I also really love the non-’heretic’ revolutionaries, and having done the Machinist quests alongside the main story really sells them that much more and I want! To shoot! Temple knights and asshole nobles! Already!

Hilda probably isn’t going to matter very much to the game moving forward which is too bad because in her like 5 minutes of scene she grabbed more attention than a lot of characters. Varian definitely has a crush on her, too.

“Hi, I see you like firearms and revolutionary direct fucking action I also like those things would you like to go out sometime? How do you feel about dating a guy with adopted twin elezen genius kids? That’s not a dealbreaker for you is it because if you don’t love my adorable kids it’s a dealbreaker for me and you should know that.”

Got machinist to 60 and got an outfit that matches my starter gunbreaker outfit but has a cowboy hat, so full-mourning-for-his-Ishgardian-bro Varian can pull his cowboy hat down over his eyes when he tears up too much over every little thing.

Also it’s just extra hilarious to me to have my character running around Ishgard, dealing with nobles and knights and such, with my very fancy aristocratic son, just wearing full on frontier cowboy leathers because he’s given up on any sort of ‘civilized’ behavior and is just. Going to put a bullet in the archbishop and his knights’ hearts.

Matoya is great and I love that she’s a literal bog witch living in a cave. Her sapient frog companions being former normal-ass frogs she uplifted rather than turning people who annoyed her into frogs is very [chef’s kiss]

Her interactions with Y’shtola were also great, and did more for Y’shtola’s character than like, anything that had come before because she went from being ‘the most competent and interesting of the Scions and therefore in the story’ to being one of the least interesting characters around not through any fault of her own but because the Ishgardians all were so much better written as to become vastly more compelling and she just can’t compete on their level

The development with her eyes has the potential to be really interesting- she’s full on post-stone-burner Muad’Dib’in it, here. Damn. 

Tataru is so talented and she should make everyone a new outfit. Next time maybe she’ll even remember to make pants! Fortunately Alphinaud kept his old pants and Y’shtola apparently had some bicycle shorts kickin’ around but still. Other than the lack of pants, both very solid improvements and a credit to Tataru’s skill.

^ Only one of these people dressed themselves, can be trusted to dress themselves, and it is the cowboy. Tataru, however, can be trusted to dress anyone. Provided they brought their own pants.

[earlgodwin]

first of all, love that you reblogged previous asks I sent you (great choices, too!!) <333

secondly, going off the juan being excited to see lucrezia when she walked in on him fucking another girl instead of seeing it as inappropriate part of your answer..... i just thought of what juan might do if he had ever caught ceslu in the middle of fucking (obviously in an au where they were getting it on during s1 and/or 2 on the down low lol). I feel like he'd probably be all "i'm telling, dad!!" and then start screaming for their father (even though the pope's rooms are probably in an entirely separate hall & he wouldn't hear him), and when cesare lunged out of bed to shut him up he'd probably be like, "unless, of course," looking to lucrezia and then to ces, "you let me join?" *seductive/evil smirk* although I cannot for the life of me see cesare willingly going along with that as the boy does not like sharing her?? but I also can't see him shoving juan out of the room either for some reason?? like idk how that scenario would finish (maybe with all three of them finishing *wink wink*).....maybe lucrezia would agree (with something kinda evil in mind for juan as punishment??) and ces would just go along with it because she seems into it?? idk....thoughts?

that'd be great but like why would he be telling their father? 😭 once he had his suspicions in the show, he was frustrated and heartbroken that he was left out, but he kept quiet about the whole affair going on between them, and those feelings of sadness and exclusion provoked him to act aggressively towards them. tbh i can't imagine them ever including him in anything anyway because that's kind of the whole core of his character: the middle child who doesn't belong anywhere, the black sheep, always ignored and never acknowledged. his family isn't even willing to hear his side in incidents or let him express himself (although it's 80% his fault because he sucks badly at expressing his yearning and love for them without aggression lol). it's the tragedy of his character that he died being misunderstood by them and faded into obscurity without a proper burial.

[forestryfae]

I saw your concept art about a Generator Rex mermaid au! Tell me all about it, it sounds awesome!

i forgot to answer this ask ages ago and now i remember nothing except like. being a mermaid is contagious. dont ask how idk it just is. its like werewolves or the flu. you either have it permanently (born as a mermaid and cant turn human) you were infected somehow (you can now turn mermaid because magic ig but only for a short while, you dont have every mermaid trait and generally can only breathe water and might get webbed feet and scales and stuff like some horrible seamonster but it goes away), you can turn into a perma seamonster of some sort (thorugh chronic infection, like youve been infected with mermaid gunk so much your body cant fully get rid of it all and you just sort of turn permanently into a mermaid/seamonster) and then theres the variation that happens if one parent is a mermaid and the other is infected (you cant turn into a mermaid if only one parent was a mermaid while the other was a regular noninfected human tho) uhhhhhhhhhhhhh i think part of the plot was?? mermaids are your typical human on top/fish on bottom mermaids, there was a mermaid version that had legs with webbed feet and gills instead and was temporary but still mutated you and could become permanent, and then theres humans. mermaids are generally born in the sea and kinda hard to find and not very well known about despite being one of the most common fish in the sea, so to speak, so not much is known about them. humans live on land and do human stuff but also do research on mermaids cus otherwise there wouldnt be a plot or providence. uhhhh. some mermaids are mean. rex inherited the mermaid gene from his violeta and raphael, one of which was a perma-mermaid and one who was shortterm mermaided (dont ask who was what i dont care and its irrelevant. do what you want go wild), so he can shift between mermaid and human forme. cesar cant and is a full time employee of the mermaid species. theyre both a warmer sea not so far into the depths of the ocean fish so they cant tolerate too much pressure but they can get a good couple km down there. theyre primarily omnivorous. rex is orange and white w blue spots. cesar is primarily red and brown, i say as if i didnt draw him with GREEN scales. come on. sometimes they change colors but generally thats a seasonal thing. six is a human and has a scuba diving certificate. wk is wearing one of those old school scuba diving suits with the round helmet w the glass on it. or hes afraid of the sea idfk. hes the boss guy or something. maybe he has an allergy to seafood holiday is still smart and also does fish science. she also has a scuba certificate

noah is a human but rex keeps infecting him w fish lung disease so they can fuck around and find out in the ocean breach is of course an octopus. nothing else would make sense. her tentacles are purble as of now circe is. probably also half mermaid half human the same way rex is?

van kleiss is a deep sea cold climate shark mermaid, which means he can dive like all the way to the marina trench and probably get halfway to the borrom or so before he dies. idk i dont know science. its 2 am. hes mainly brown and has some yellow golden stripes. he could also be an orca if realistic mermaids based on real animals is a thing people prefer cus frankly orcas are fucking mean. the only thing meaner than orcas are dophins but i dont think he realy ahs dolphin vibes. also orcas are black and white soooo. his diet is carnivorous and eats seaweed and algae sometimes. hes missing an arm from having an anchor fall on him. totally not his fault skalamander is a kind of crocodile or some shit idfk. biowulf is also there?? at absolutely every point during the making of this au i forgot they even existed

basically violeta and rafael were scientists and stuff and they did science w humans and other mermaids and they were doing some stuff and then vk killed them and it resulted in rex losing his memory and vk getting an anchor dropped on himself which cut his entire arm off (not his fault he did nothing wrong) due to the ship exploding after vk did some tech shit and blew it up. later providence started to exist idk. they got big ass aquariums and they use it to study mermaids??

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

agatha: did they like the goodies?

seth: yeah, we always do. cesar was hiding his because he didn't want either of us taking one

agatha: heheheh... what about the other two? i tried to remember how they liked em done

seth: ....they... they can't eat them agatha... theyre gone

agatha: oh i know that, sonny. hard to not know when someone's gone round these parts.. was just wondering aloud... firey spirits, weren't those two? rebels.

seth: ...yeah.. for better or worse..

agatha: they were still sweet boys, helping me out when they came over, whether it be with tech gizmos or some bugs that'd got in. jonah, was it, i think was the one who liked the critters, went all rambly at em, talking 'bout how they lived 'n such. the other one, adam just nodded along, but i could tell he was listenin' close. whole lives ahead of them, those two had. they were brothers, through thick and thin no matter blood or anythin of the sort. shame to see it go.

seth: ....mhm..

agatha: it's not your fault theyre gone, sweetheart. it may feel like it, but it ain't. whatever happened, happened. nothin you could do to change that. you can't just think up somethin' you could've done when it's already gone and passed, you gotta focus on yourself and those you can help in the now, alright, sweetpea?

seth, tearing up: ...yea... yea ma, i got it... thank you..

agatha: no need. now come on, ma wants to get those muffins out of the oven!

AWWW

Thank you Agatha. Such a sweet lady-

[lenniharrisonsims]

Behind The Scenes...

Imperial Palace, Glimmerbrooke, 11:37am

Kat: A full scale invasion of Selvadorada might not be the move…

Misha: I thought we agreed, now that we have everyone on board.

Kat: We’re not holding Ivan’s temporary absence against him, Phil was getting married.

Misha: I know, I know. But Before Cesare left we agreed on an invasion to take back Selvadorada. What about Rosie?

Kat: I was thinking about Rosie. She got a message to us after being no contact for a while…

Misha: What? You never said!

Kat: It didn’t have many details. But she did say she had things under control in Selvadorada, and that she has someone on the Windenburgian side who has defected to help us.

Misha: Another one? Who is it?

Kat: She didn’t say, she didn’t want to give them up if her message didn’t get to us. But she wanted us to know that she was safe and that we should focus our attention on another country that doesn’t have help on the inside.

Misha: So with your spy heading to Tartosa…

Kat: That leaves Sulani. Victor has it heavily guarded. What we need is a small force that can get in, rescue the Chief and her family, and get out.

Misha: We need a distraction to get Victor’s eyes elsewhere for that time…

Guard: Her Royal Highness, Crown Princess Ophelia, Ma’am.

Kat: Oh!

Ophelia: Hi Mama, Aunt Mishy, Vera.

Vera: Your Royal Highness.

Kat: It’s so good to see you, baby! How are you?

Ophelia: I’m good, missing everyone.

Misha: Us too, honey.

Ophelia: But, I just got off the phone with Jonas…

Misha: Your ex-boyfriend turned spy.

Ophelia: Yes, thank you Aunt Mishy.

Kat: What’d he say?

Ophelia: He apologizes that he won’t be able to be in the war room anymore-

Kat: Oh that’s not his fault. And he will be invaluable in keeping Tartosa safe.

Ophelia: But he says he has an idea to help ruin his father’s character…

Misha: A smear campaign? How will that help when there are lives at stake?

Ophelia: Victor is trying to put on this perfect united family front for his takeover. He puts his family members in high positions of power in his new empire, showing that he trusts them and that they are just as strong and unified of a family as ours.

Misha: But?

Ophelia: But Jonas found out recently that his father apparently has had a large number of mistresses, and fathered dozens of children out of wedlock.

Kat: Not very family oriented…

Ophelia: Jonas thinks we should use it. Look into these women and put it all over the tabloids, and ruin his perfect "family man" image. It might help some who support him to rethink their position.

Kat: …We did say we needed a distraction… Vera?

Vera: Yes Ma’am?

Kat: Get all our intel on finding these women Victor had children with. We’ll be as kind as we can be to them, but we have to run Victor’s name through the mud.