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[ficandkaboodle]

Never forget that According to Canon, this guy is technically the extrovert of his siblings

[idkfitememate]

Wait. What if all the creators are in the world at the same time

But

They're just a group of besties irl

Roommates

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : All Creators (Boar, Otter, Fox, GPV, Tiger)

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 739

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff ending in a little bit of angst

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I’m gonna call everyone by the first letter of their animal, so: Boar is B, Otter is O, Tiger is T, Fox is F, and Primo is P! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

(Natlan & Snezhnaya will be included! They will be N & S for now!)

There will be mentions of the term mother but that’s just because I unfortunately couldn’t write a gender neutral term that fit or sounded right! I apologize if this offends or causes any dysphoria! Again, sorry!

“GET BACK HERE YOU BITCH!”

“NO!”

Ah yes, just a normal day in the shared apartment of these five. Each a respective college member for their school.

Not to say they had high grades or anything. They were average!

…At best-

Currently O and B were fighting over who got to use the shared Genshin account next. And when I say shared I mean that it was shared. By everyone. All seven broke college students. Including their friends (and the couple… ew) who lived next door. S and N.

“NO WAY MAN. I CALLED IT THREE DAYS AGO.” O screeched. They tugged on B’s hair as the two rampaged through the apartment.

“FUCK OFF I GOT THERE FIRST!” B screamed back. They shoved a hand in O’s face as they fought back.

“WILL THE TWO OF YOU KINDLY SHUT UP?!”

Both fighters paused as the voice of T rung throughout the small space. They glanced at each other before letting go, dusting the other off.

“Yes mama.”

“Yes ma’am.”

It had become a running joke that T had become they had become the ‘parent’ of the group. And with them being in the kitchen currently with a frilly pink apron that had “kiss the cook” etched on in cursive… yeah they weren’t beating the allegations.

O & B called the mama in joke, so F & P called them papa to balance it out.

N & S were boring so they just called them T.

Party poopers 😒

As O and B grumbled to themselves, P was in the kitchen helping T.

T was watching closely as P used a knife. Last time they held one fifteen people ended up in the hospital and had an F.B.I. investigation on their ass.

Not fun. -10/10 would never recommend.

And F? They were asleep on the couch.

As B & O walked into the main room from T and P’s room (they shared a room so T could keep an eye on them… and also the computer was in there-), they booth looked towards the kitchen…

Before trying to rush out of the dorm.

“Oh no you don’t,” T mused, gripping the backs of each of their collars. “You two are gonna sit down and think about what you just did. You know there’s no fighting in this house.”

They dragged the two back, P looking out from the kitchen area.

As T continued to scold, P spoke up.

“Hey uhm… where is F?” Then they all heard the sound of a computer starting up. Painfully.

They turned to look at each other before the pampered bitch and chaotic asshole rushed out, the parental unit running after and puppy following close behind.

They all found F sitting at the computer, yawning. Glancing at each other, they all stood behind the chair F was seated in, watching them boot up all fives current obsession:

Genshin Impact.

As F typed in the password, B and O quickly started bickering about what the current player should do. T shook their head with a sigh and P egged them on.

“Uhm… is the screen supposed to be glowing this bright?”

Everyone turned their attention to the computer screen to see what F was referring to. And they were right. The screen was glowing oddly bright…

And then they got sucked in.

Everyone screamed. Especially T.

“I THINK I FORGOT TO TURN OFF THE OVENNNNNNNNN-“

… Uh oh.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍩🍧🍭୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

“Guys?” N called. It had been oddly quiet in their neighbors house, which was an immediate red flag with how lively they were.

Looking back at S, N took out their spare key and giggled the lock open.

Walking in and calling names, S noted that dinned seemed to be half prepared, luckily the stove was off.

The partners continued through the small apartment. Eventually joining back up before T and a P’s room. They looked at each other, shared a kiss and grabbed hands, before walking in.

The computer was on the home screen of Genshin Impact. S took a step forward and clicked enter, maybe just to see where they had left off. If it was in the middle of a mission, then they’d know something was up.

Because no one in this house would ever leave a mission uncleared.

The screen glowed brighter and brighter…

N clutched onto S as the other shielded them.

Seven for seven.

… Nice.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I hope this lives up to what you were expecting! I thought I’d be funny if they were all broke. Imagine sharing your account with six other people. I don’t know if I could do it guys ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

[lucvly]

can you do chris w a latina gf? i need that sm i’ve been asking everywhere 🙏🏻

— chris with a latina girlfriend hcs! ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: a little suggestive but nothing too crazy ! not proofread oops

a/n: this was so fun to write ☹️

— loooves it when you teach him how to dance. you taught him how to dance bachata because your tía kept making fun of his ass for not knowing how to dance. at first he Sucked but now he out dances you. + dances salsa better than you ever could.

— knows all of bad bunny and karol g’s discography thanks to you. he can name at least five songs from them from the top of his head.

— family gatherings are always such a rollercoaster with him it’s hilarious. you’ll literally be serving food for him and yourself when all the sudden he’s nowhere to be found ??? guess where he’s at... yeah, playing fortnite with your primos.

— has a really hard time remembering everyone’s names at first, especially your tías and primos.

— is such a cutie HELPP loves learning about your culture, he thinks it makes you way more special.

— if you’re fluent, he asks you to help him with a few spanish lessons just so he can communicate with your family a bit better.

— sometimes you call him spanish pet names and he just completely melts. (“mi amor”, “mi vida”, “cielo”) and he’s on his knees worshipping the ground you walk on.

— he gets along surprisingly well with your parents. overall he’s just easygoing so your mom had always loved him. your dad on the other hand... not so much.

— made a somewhat bad first impression on your dad because he was lowkey nervous ???

— after that terrible first impression with your dad, somehow they started getting along so well at the next family gathering though. your dad is calling him mijo atp like ??? those two would sit and watch soccer together, laughing their ass off and actually being excited about the game– (you and your mom are clueless as to when and how they started bonding).

— after that, whenever you visit their parents they’re always asking about chris.

— this one time, you went to visit your parents without chris because he was on tour with his nick and matt. your dad was so confused as to why he didn’t come with you ??? called chris & everything LMFAOO. you had to remind that man who his real child is 🙄🙄.

— he’ll start catching onto your superstitions subconsciously HELPP. you keep telling him to stop walking under flights of stairs or sweeping over people’s feet because it’s bad luck. at first he’s soo confused but he eventually starts telling his brothers to stop doing it as well because he’s terrified it’ll actually be bad luck.

— he definitely eats those 12 grapes with you at midnight after kissing you idgaf !!

— loves trying traditional dishes !! that man is eating all the empanadas and buñuelos at the family gathering idc,,,

— nick keeps teasing him because of how much he’s listening to bad bunny, daddy yankee, maluma and karol g LMFAOOO.

— +++ he tries singing the lyrics with his whole heart but miserably fails duh, you still think it’s cute how passionate he is about it though.

— he definitely had to get used to hugs and cheek kisses as a way of greeting people.

— this mf always ends up playing fortnite or minecraft with your little cousins.

— he knows how important grand gestures are in your culture so he’s going all out for anything and everything. this man will actually always show up with a bouquet of roses at your door and claim it’s your 1.2 year anniversary or something.

— he loves trying the weird food combinations LMAOO, he’s so surprised at how y’all come up with those combinations but always ends up trying them and loving them. (“who even thought of this?” “just try it amor, oh my god.”) ++ big fan of jelly and condensed milk, chicken and honey + hot chocolate and cheese.

— he finds it so amusing how you’re able to communicate in different languages like How ?? that’s too complicated in his mind– he really does find it captivating.

— i just know he’d be so into novelas. unironically sits down and watches la rosa de guadalupe with you. he thinks the plots are actually insane and he gets such a good laugh out of it. he loooves it.

— he has google translate ready for those rare occasions when you argue and you meaninglessly curse him out in spanish. lowkey finds it sexy bye 😣

— when you two start dating he starts to actually understand spanish, he can’t speak it even if his life depended on it but– this means you really can’t talk to your tías about his ass because he’ll understand every word. (he plays dumb though because he loves hearing you talk about how handsome he is and how much you love him bye)

— half of your family genuinely thinks his name is cristóbal ???

— lord save him from watching you dance old reggaeton. that man is drooling. i’m talking guatauba, candy, te imagino, etc !!! he has to take a deep breath and keep it together despite everything that’s going through his head.

[beesmygod]

As one of the few people who played the base game and Shadow of the Erdtree back to back I'm curious for your take on how the two compare - or an easier version of that take, is there anything you think the dlc improves on (or does worse)

NEGATIVES: the minibosses are genuinely fucking terrible. i dont mean design-wise, the furnace golems are very striking and scary looking. but they suck complete dog ass to fight and are not fun. i don't like the stealth segment lmfao. i play the games to fight things, so having a section where i don't fight things is like....counterintuitive to what makes the game fun. the radahn fight is very bad. i still haven't gone back to it bc i was so ??????? at the whacked out phase 2. additionally, its such bullshit the snake-slaying spear doesn't work with messmer. dude come on. it would have been badass lol. if he gets to do his big snake attacks, i should get to counter with big spear.

AND NO MORE BEARS!!!!! NO MORE BEARS MIYAZAKI

the world also has the breaking bad mexico filter on it which is a bit ugly for my tastes. piss yellow world.

POSITIVES: the new weapons are primo (very fun and VERY WEIRD), the world map is fucking huge for a DLC, most areas are not designed by sociopaths. really, when you play them back to back there's very little that jars you out of the experience or makes you feel like you're playing something that was stapled on at a later date. it's very cohesive. the boss fights, outside of radahn, are really good. i kind of bitched about the mother of fingers fight at the time but its still a striking, extremely weird, and memorable fight.

[razorblade180]

Stage reveal

[Teapot]

Paimon:Three hundred wishes! An indomitable will! One golden hair boy’s determination and not to mention 75 pity! It all happens here!!!

Aether:Nice intro.

Paimon:Felt appropriate. Though it might be anticlimactic if Furina shows up in one go.

Aether:That’s the point! *throws ten wishes*

Golden Meteor!

Keqing:You really think it’s going to be her?

???:HAHAHAHAHA~

Nilou:Judging by that sound…yes.

Aether carefully runs with his arms out until the gold light finally fades and Furina lands squarely in his arms.

Furina:Splendid! Simply splendid! Bravo in participating for my wonderful entrance!

Aether:*mutters* You had no land strategy, did you?

The whimsical girl completely ignores the absolutely true accusations, favoring to stand on her own two feet and greet the gaggle of people who attended this glorious occasion.

Furina:Greetings! I’m-

Everyone:We know.

Ayato:He’s mentioned you.

Nahida:More than that. He’s asked us all to help build you for awhile now.

Aether:She didn’t need to know that.

Lynette:My brother is gathering your flowers as we speak, upon Aether’s request.

Aether:I thought I invited friends, not enemies here.

Furina:Well, well, *turns around* well! It would appear despite your blatant shenanigans towards me, you actually wanted me around? Isn’t that adorable?

Paimon:Big talk coming from someone dedicated to letting people wait. You fell faster than anyone Paimon has seen. Didn’t even entertain the idea of making him “work for it”

Furina:I- I just happened to weigh the options is all! It was impossible for me not to arrive, so why not start off with a bang and allow more time for the real drama to begin!

She dramatically points to the weapon banner vendor. Suddenly, nobody but Nilou and Furina were having a good time. The only thing guaranteed was pain but yet they held join in the idea of things working out. Aether decided not to waste time and started lighting the sky with colors from his wishes.

Yaoyao:…Huh? *holds constellation* That was unexpected.

Keqing:That tends to happen from time to time. Congratulations. That’s your second one.

Kaveh:*holds constellation* What the?

Nilou:(Wow. I really do win today.)

Mika:*holds constellation* Oh wow. I got one too!

Eula:Now get five more.

Aether:(Why is my luck for characters better on here than the standard?)

Golden Meteor!

Kokomi:Heads up. It could be anything.

Furina:Ha! Anything!? The answer is as clear as water. *holds hand out*

The light falls straight down into her hand brilliantly. As it fades, Furina’s own gaze lights up as she brandishes her blade.

Furina:See!? Clear as water! (Oh my gods, that could’ve been sooo embarrassing!)

Everyone:(She’s trembling…)

Aether wastes no time in dumping more wishes until another gold light. Unfortunately …

Jade fall splendor

Baizhu, in the distance:Pull for me now!

Aether:Let’s all pretend that was the wind. *spends more primos*

Jade fall splendor

Bahizhu:Puuullllll

Aether:Not gonna lie, this hurts.

Nilou:I don’t even feel good about this outcome.

Ayato:So you’re giving me the sword?

Nilou:Mmm, no. I’ll just cherish it more.

After several painful wishful, the dancer gained her new blade.

Paimon:Okay then. Cheer up Aether! Now let’s use the remainder to get Charlotte! You still around 130.

Aether:*toses 20* I know it just sucks a little to-

Golden Meteor!

Everyone:…..*looks at Furina*

Furina:…..*reveals constellation* Praise my generosity! Let the good times return!

80 wishes later….

Aether:I just want Charlotte around!!! Is she at work or something!?

Tighnari:Look at the bright side. *holds constellation*

Aether:…Look, I love ya man, but you should probably be helping Collei. She’s drowning in coins.

Collei: *buried* I kinda like pressure if I’m honest.

Furina:Let me try. Clearly your luck ran out.

Aether:And your any better?

Furina:I don’t need luck. What I need… *toses wishes* Is an interview!

Charlotte: *falling from the sky* An interview!? Say no more! I even brought a gift for the occasion! *shows constellation*

Furina:Hahahaha!

Aether:*covers face* Unbelievable.

Paimon:Look at it this way. We can invite Navia to join us soon enough!

Keqing:Who’s that?

Paimon:This cool and sweet lady who holds…a Geo vision….

Everyone:Those still exist!? That’s so brave of her!

Navia, in the distance: Hey! Have optimism! It’s fine!

As fanfare died down and everyone went back to doing their personal tasks, Aether took Furina aside just around a hill.

Aether:Alright. Curtain is closed. I won’t mind if there’s something you wanted to get off your chest before I tell you the r-

Furina:*hugs him* …..Happy to be here.

Aether:…*hugs her back* Me too.

[emeritus-fuckers]

“Alstroemeria” ♡ Cardinal Primo x gn!reader platonic drabble (fluff)

Dedicated to @thecuriouss. I suck at fluff. I'm sorry.

There was something peaceful about the Ministry's garden. Maybe it was the colorful flowers. Maybe it was the fact that not many people spend much time there, each Sibling of Sin dealing with their own work and responsibilities.

Maybe it was the fact that it was a good place to hide from all your worries. You could hide behind a tree, observe the colorful flowers and just wait until you felt like you could function again.

Or... you could be caught by a certain long haired blonde Cardinal in his early thirties. The oldest son of Papa Nihil Emeritus, Primo, seemed to share your fondness for the garden, though he never exactly said why. He just seemed to always gravitate here in his limited free time, usually with his two younger brothers, who would run around playfully or enjoy calm walks with him and ask him all about the flowers. Surprisingly, he seemed to always know the answer.

It took some time, since he wasn't too fond of people in general, but you became rather close friends with him. And since Primo Emeritus didn't have many friends, he seemed to really cherish the ones he did have.

And somehow, he seemed to know when one of said friends needed him. Which meant that, of course, he found you, sitting under a tree and watching the colorful flowers.

"That's alstroemeria." Primo announced instead of greeting you like anyone else would. He seemed to like making you jump in surprise, as there was always a sparkle of amusement in his eyes whenever he saw you acting like him randomly popping up was giving you a heart attack.

"Alstro... what?"

"Alstroemeria. The Lily of the Incas. Represents compassion, patience, appreciation, humor, understanding and loyalty." he explained, his gaze focused on the flowers. Primo rarely looked at you directly. He seemed to associate it with all the nonsense he had to deal with as future Papa.

You were both silent for a while, you still sitting on the ground, your back against the tree and him... well, he stood like he was taught to. Perfectly. His back completely straight, his hands behind his back as he looked in front of him. He almost looked like a statue.

Then again, considering his upbringing, being born only to ensure the bloodline wouldn't be broken... and yet, he was a good person. A complicated, yet good person. After all, he took raising his brothers onto himself, just so they could have a childhood.

"It's a... flower of friendship." He added after a while, hunching slightly. A sign that he was relaxed. And a habit that will probably cause him back issues when he gets older.

"Friendship?"

He hummed, clicking his tongue before slowly sitting down on the ground as well, despite how he'd usually scold you for doing that. You were tempted to point it out and maybe if you were in a better mood, you'd actually do it. But not right now. Right now you just wanted to enjoy his presence.

You rested your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes. He didn't really do anything about it, but you knew by now that he was comfortable with you, since he didn't even flinch. If he was uncomfortable, he'd simply get up and leave.

"Yes. I have personally requested to have them planted here." He admitted, his voice much quieter than usual, but not quite a whisper. It was a rare moment of peace in his life.

"Why?" You asked quietly, closing your eyes for a bit as you gently reached to hold his hand. He let you do that, intertwining your fingers together and humming softly.

"Because I've noticed how... fond... you are of this spot. It's always the same tree, facing the same direction. I figured... you'd enjoy those flowers here." He admitted, looking away, using his free hand to play with his hair. One of the small ways he allowed himself relax around people he trusted. There was something almost cute in it.

"You... had the Siblings plant those flowers here for me?"

"Don't think too much about it." He blurted out quickly, looking away with a slight blush. You giggled at his reaction. For someone so good with people, Primo was terrible when it came to dealing with those he actually held close. Unless, of course, it was about his brothers.

You smiled softly, relaxing against him. It was now that you noticed just how much all those negative emotions you felt earlier have worn you out. And his presence was soothing. Comforting. So soothing and comforting, in fact, that you ended up napping against him.

And Primo, despite all the work he still had to do, let you do that. Because he knew he wasn't good at showing affection. So instead, he would go along with what you did. And if you decided to use his shoulder as your pillow, then Primo Emeritus would not be moved until your nap was over.

And while you slept, he could look at the alstroemerias. The flowers he grew so fond of recently, because they reminded him of you. One of his closest friends.

This really was a good place to plant the flowers of friendship.

~

Written by Jez.

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[sacred-coffin]

Did some thinking on a long drive, and I have Ideas(tm) under the read more

I have decided that, omega definitely "watched over" Terzo when he was a young adult. But I also think "what if all the papas had a Quint ghoul who "watched over" them as they made their way up the ranks in the clergy

If they did, I think they'd all have very different relationships with them. Obviously, I'm of the opinion that Terzo has a very intimate relationship with Omega. Omega has always cared about Terzo very much. Omega happened to be an incredibly talented rhythm guitarist, so at some point he was asked to be the first rhythm guitarist for the band, and he had to start splitting his time between that and Terzo. This sucked for both of them LOL

Whether or not I think the Papas *all* had a Quintessence ghoul, Copia did for sure. And that was Aether! Unfortunately this meant Aether did not have a good time when he started playing rhythm guitar for him. It also wasn't a good time when Delta replaced Omega, lmao

I also think it would be cute if 🥺 if Cirice was about. Omega. Like from Omega's perspective if that makes sense 🥺🥺 his Grammy winning song 🥺🥺🥺

Still, Aether worked with Copia long before either was in the band, and they got along really well. Aether was kind of like the proud/kind masculine figure Copia needed, and he hyped Copia up a lot.

(Starting to think maybe Quintessence ghouls might also be good therapists . .. )

My brain is still a little foggy. But. One more thing before I go- if Primo had a Quint ghoul who he like. Idk. Bonded with? I dont want to keep saying "watch over". Anyways, they we absolutely in a Situationship. Think the sort of "will they, won't they" tension that Nihil and Sister had. But like, without the bad blood. His ghoul, who I am just.. calling "Blood" for now, was kind of like his muse- think Elizabeth. He loved her and was low key obsessed with her, but they bother were the kind of "my career first" kind of people, so they ended up with what looked more like an on again off again relationship. It worked for them, though.

I'm not sure about Secondo yet, because I'm still getting a feel for his character.

Ok thanks bye wish me luck in unfogging my brain

[agentjazzy]

oh wow, it looks like Disney's Primos is coming out - I thought they shelved it!

I showed my parents the trailer, and they immediately said that the main character looks just like I did when I was little lmao, because it's true

Because, like, 1)I'm Chicane, and we have the exact same coloring, 2)I had short hair and braces from ages 9-11, 3)I had many many pairs of jean shorts, 4)glasses, lol, and 5)my mom shaved my unibrow every month when I was little

And then, of course, the premise - when I was 8 I had to live with my cousins for Summer (+ one month of school) before we moved in with my grandparents bc *~*technically we were homeless for several years*~*

How many cousins? Well, first with only 3, but then there were problems, so then we moved in with a different tía, who, at the time, had 7 kids.

(if anyone's curious, I have 20 cousins total, with 1 more on the way)

Being in single 3 bedroom house (with 2 makeship rooms in the garage) with 7 cousins, 4 adults, and my little brother was. Um. An experience.

But anyway, after I showed my parents the trailer, I told them this show was supposed to premiere a year ago but had controversies after the theme song dropped, then I showed them the original theme song to see if anything caught their attention.

And sure enough, absolutely nothing. My mom questioned the nickname Nachos, bc it can sound kinda iffy, but nothing else caught their attention.

(and oh, for context, they both grew up in LA, both growing up translating for their parents)

I showed them some clips of why people hated it, and yeah, they were confused bc they would say "oye primos," not "oigan primos." I guess my grandparents weren't concerned with teaching exact grammar at home, more concerned with making sure that my parents were learning english at school

everyone being mad at "terremoto heights" was um. weird. because we're constantly making earthquake jokes, because we're waiting for The Big One, which we know will inevitably screw us over and possible strand us without water and home if/when it comes. but we still joke about it, you know? my whole class made earthquake jokes, and my parents made earthquake jokes when they were in school and they lived through the LA quakes

it makes me wonder if Animaniacs released their "A Quake" song today, would people have been up in arms as much as they have for Primos?

but I guess changing it is fair, if Disney wants to have an international release. even if making earthquake jokes is part of SoCal culture.

they were really surprised about the nickname controversies, because here in SoCal, those nicknames are like. pretty common. yes, even the one that they ended up changing. it's almost as if words have different connotations in different places..........

ANYWAY the biggest thing is that they agreed that the voice actress was out of line (although they think it's obvious that the "shithole" comment was poking fun at trump and that that was being taken out of context in bad faith) but - and this is an inside joke I'm not gonna elaborate on - makes sense considering her name

(IF YOU'RE A MUTUAL OR A TRUSTED FOLLOWER, if you're curious about the joke, I WILL dm you to explain if you ask)

but yeah. it's obvious that this is Disney's answer to The Loud House and The Casagrandes - that being said, all the vitriol towards this shows seems very unfounded. this show just seems very Chicano, moreso than other things I've seen.

and like, as I've explained here, this show is very, heavily relatable to me specifically. none of my white friends understood the pains of living with a bunch of your wild cousins - but multiple of my Chicana friends did. at different schools districts even.

it's just... a lot of the things people are shouting is "bad representation" is literally just... my life. And, apparently, the creator's life, considering it's based on her childhood.

I think it's nice that she made a show about Chicano culture. It does suck that apparently no one knows or even seem to want to know what Chicano culture is.

I just can't help but to wonder if I ever make something about my life, my lived experience... will people call me bad representation? idk.

anyway, I'll probably check the first few episodes out. I'm not sure I'll watch the whole series, since, lately, Disney's shows have been kinda a miss for me. but maybe I'll be surprised. I'm willing to give it a shot

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Well now I'm sending an ask for Primo :V

WOOOOO i think primo will be the last one i do of these for now.... im running outta juice 🥴 but for peemo.... i will go to the ends of the earth ⚔

Why I like them/why I don’t: HE'S...MY... COMFORT CHARACTER!! *TELEKINESIS THROWING EVERYTHING AROUND THE ROOM* primo is just... really the kind of character that makes me insane thinking about him. what if you were a robotic clone of an old man's young adult trauma and you were also an archangel from the future but God didn't really like you very much and you also constantly beef with your coworkers, one of which is a child, and theyre both also you. what if you wanted to fulfill your purpose and die so so so bad. what if you had a KICKASS SWORD. WHAT IF YOU WERE A KNIGHT BUT ALSO A MOTORCYCLE. WHAT IF YOU SOUNDED LIKE SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG. EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS BONKERS. IT'S GREAT. HE'S RIDICULOUS.

What I like about their appearance: like. it's a very cool design. and it also sucks ass. his hair is so fucking stupid. his heeled boots have turned so many people's brains into complete mush. slash neg. he is literally italian flag colored. i love his freaky robot ass. i think my favorite feature of his is the aforementioned awful haircut and also his edgy red eyes. <3 computer bring up the image again

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?: im more 'can go either way' with lesterlucciano and jakobjose but Primo is Primo Forever to me. placido is Fine but i do think for once the dub gave the character an even more fitting name. though god knows at this point i barely call him by his name and instead a bunch of goofy nicknames like he's my pet. peemo. peem. pipi.

OTP: well my silly goose ass fucked around and got attached to a nicheship (yuseiprimo) (highsidershipping) (you know it's dire when You Named the Ship.) so here i am. i just like them a lot. accidentally got a crush on my maddening human rival and now i must swing a sword around about it. theres so much AU slow burn in my brain about them

NOTP: if you ship him with lester im coming out of your closest to attack you like we're in goddamn monsters inc.

OT3: yusei/primo/antinomy goes pretty hard, i can appreciate it. yusei and two guys who cant stand each other but have found themselves potentially unwaveringly loyal to him. it's a bit of the yuma/shark/vector type deal.

Favourite card they use: OF COURSE IT'S EMPEROR WISEL but especially after it absorbs Stardust DRagon and has the freak ghost dragon sword arm thing going on.... it's so cool that they made a Wisel card that's inspired by that i love when the card game does that.

Favourite moment they were in: A.) when he got cut in half. because holy shit. but more importantly B.) when he's gloating about his stupid robot army in that warehouse and Jakob calls him to yell at him about going against the plan and Primo is just looking away from Jakob's monitor like a dog that just got busted digging through the trash. this may be one of the funniest ygo screencaps im not kidding

Least favourite moment: all of that STUPID SHIT with team catastrophe and the stupid hook card that makes you crash your bike and all the scheming he did that ended up deleting akiza's powers. MISOGYNY. AND ALSO JUST KIND OF DUMB.

Something I associate with them: so much. cinderblocks. insane angel imagery. grey pitbull. wolves. wild boar. ceruledge. iron valiant. Cry For Judas. this genre of post.

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Within Your Heart, A Story To Be Told

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Pairing: Cardinal Copia/F!Reader

Words: 4.5K/16.4K

Warnings: Vague reference to suicide, but no such act occurs. Intense bullying both verbal and physical. Reader is a Sister of Sin and is written to be quite plump. Lots of swearing, both in English and Italian.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

A/N: I’m keeping Primo, Secondo, and Terzo alive. Because I fucking can. However, Sister Imperator is still the only one aware of Copia’s familial connection. Copia knows Imperator is his birth mother, but not that Nihil is his father.

Everything takes place circa 2018-2019 between Terzo getting dragged off-stage (30 September 2017) and Copia being anointed as Papa IV (March 2020).

Tucked away in a short hallway that only led to a janitor’s closet, hiding among discarded crates of merchandise, you struggled to breathe without sobbing. It was not the first time you’d had to utilize this barely frequented hiding spot. You’d been with the Ministry for nearly five years; yet you still remained unable to find your place. It seemed to be a lifelong fault of yours; never fitting in.

Your earliest memory was of being picked last for recess sports in elementary school; of stern-faced priests telling you to stop crying, stop being so sensitive. Boys will be boys and boys like to pick on their classmates. Maybe if you didn’t present such an irresistible target, they’d leave you alone. Always turning a blind eye to your skinned knees and bruised arms.

Middle school was no better. In fact, it was worse. Now, the girls got in on the bullying too. They mocked your chosen hobbies; reading, drawing, singing. The one time you got a solo in the school choir for a special Mass for some important visiting Cardinal, they made farting and oinking noises behind you, whispering and laughing just low enough that the Sister didn’t hear them. You’d faltered in your singing, trying desperately not to cry, your cheeks flaming red. You had worked so hard on this part! It was your favorite hymn! Sister had yelled at you and berated you for not practicing enough on your own. In the end, she took the solo away from you and gave it to another girl who wasn’t as good a singer as you were but was vastly more popular.

And high school? High school was pure torture. Everything that sucked about middle school, but now with hormones and heartache mixed in for a toxic cocktail. Other students now sought to humiliate you by dangling a mirage of hope. Some bold joker would sidle up to you to say something along the lines of: “Hey, my friend over there thinks you’re super cute. You should ask him out.” And naturally, naively you did, hoping against hope that said boy was telling the truth.

Said boy never was.

University life hadn’t treated you much better, although the overt bullying ceased. You tried to keep a low profile. Went to social events even though you were an anxious wreck the whole time; house parties that your exasperated roommates might drag you on, street festivals for arts and crafts by local artisans, concerts in crowded and often smoky clubs.

It was at one such concert that you first saw the band Ghost and had something of an epiphany. If the so-called “good” people were so horrible to you; then maybe the so-called “evil” people would treat you nicely. Twelve years of Catholic school with its mean nuns and creepy priests had soiled much of your interest in faith. You hadn’t been to Mass since graduating from Saint Hubert’s. Not even for Christmas or Easter. When you’d flat out refused to attend a Catholic university, your family had all but disowned you. And sadly, that changed very little for you. They’d never been much interested in you.

Then Ghost had returned to your city, now as their own headliner instead of an opening act. You’d ponied up the money for general admission tickets to the Haze Over North America tour even though the idea of being jostled around by a bunch of sweaty strangers made you feel nauseous. You’d queued up before anyone else even got there. You’d even caught sight of the band and roadies arriving, although you wisely did NOT rush over to them even though you really wanted to. You very briefly caught sight of Papa (still Secondo at that time!) in his full robes heading from a black SUV into the side of the venue.

You’d been all but clinging to the stage, watching them and, more importantly, listening. Secondo liked playing to the pit, often making eye contact with various individuals. He had a reputation of being something of a man whore and you could see where that idea had come from. Despite his papal robes and miter (or maybe because of it?), he exuded a dark and very tempting sexuality. Still, he didn’t see you, his mismatched gaze always seemed to go to someone just to your left or right.

Then came the encore, Monstrance Clock. The quieter instrumentals reminded you of that long ago choir that you had loved so much. You had closed your eyes to take it all in, your heart feeling as though it was expanding to press against your ribs, a shuddery sensation going through you. You were a virgin, yes. But you knew what an orgasm was; and although not quite the same, this feeling was very similar. Distantly, you remembered that many paintings and sculptures depicting a spiritual awakening often called them an “ecstasy”.

Hypnotizing horns of ram Paralyzing pentagram And the eerie sound of the monstrance clock Singing

Come together Together as one Come together For Lucifer's son

You then felt as though you were falling, but you weren’t scared at all. The sensation of a dark and heated cloak being draped gently over your shoulders, wrapping you in warmth and safety, made you feel completely protected and loved. It was a feeling you had searched for all of your life and never expected to find at a metal concert! When you finally opened your eyes, Papa was kneeling on the stage right in front of you with his eyes boring into yours. And despite his very stern and somewhat scary expression, you weren’t afraid. He’d narrowed his eyes briefly then nodded at you, claiming one of your hands and brushing his lips over your knuckles. When he rose to his feet, he looked to one of his ghouls and jerked his head in your direction.

When you’d stayed put long after everyone had left the pit, that same ghoul had darted out to you, explaining that Papa wanted to see you. To say you’d been surprised was an understatement. Backstage, Secondo had already removed his skull paint, although the absence did not lessen his presence. Under the watchful gaze of the Nameless Ghouls, he explained the Ghost Project and the Ministry. As Papa, he had a few subtle quirks that sometimes helped him find those who would be excellent additions to the faith.

And apparently Satan had singled you out. During Monstrance Clock, when you’d been so overwhelmed by the music; that had been something of a test. A test to see how you reacted to His Light, His Presence. A test you passed with flying colors by not panicking or blaming the feeling on some physical malady caused by the festival environment, by accepting the warmth of the Father of Outcasts.

Did you want to join their faith? You would be sheltered and cared for. You would be protected. You would have a job for which you would be paid. You would take classes to further your knowledge. And, oddly enough, your Catholic upbringing would prove to be an advantage. You already understood the ritual and hierarchy and language. You knew enough Latin to easily understand what the prayers meant. You understood nebulous concepts like transubstantiation and substance–attribute theory.

You’d agreed with almost no hesitation.

Everything after that was a blur. You’d packed up your few belongings and quickly been instated as a postulate in the New York ministry. You’d had very high hopes after being lauded for your intelligence and organization skills. You were set up as an assistant in the library, which also gave you plenty of time to study up even more on this new path you found yourself on. As such, for the first few months, you mostly kept to yourself, your hyper-fixation on learning temporarily replacing the bleeding need for companions. When you did try to make friends, swallowing down your fear as best you could, things did not go as planned. Attempts at jokes only got you blank looks. Trying to join in on conversations or activities only seemed to make others around you uncomfortable.

After two years, it was decided that you didn’t fit in at the New York ministry. And while they weren’t kicking you out, they thought you might do better in a different location. One year in Los Angeles later, it was decided you didn’t fit in there either. So, you’d been moved again, this time to the main Ministry in Sweden.

Two years into your life here and you were still longing for that feeling of belonging that you’d experienced for a scant few moments at the festival while Secondo had sung. Secondo had “retired” and it was Terzo’s turn under the miter. He was wildly successful; more personable with audiences than Primo or Secondo, more confident and charismatic. You’d never spoken to him directly. The handful of times you’d made eye contact (during Black Mass or on-site rehearsals) he had smiled and winked at you. But you knew full-well that he did that to everyone. It was a band-aid over a slit wrist, but it was better than nothing.

Abruptly, that had all changed too and now there was no Papa, but a Cardinal was “filling in” while he was also schooled in being the new Papa. You’d only seen him a few times, his red cassock drawing attention amongst all of the black and white of the habits you and your Siblings of Sin wore. He always seemed to be off in his own world, muttering to himself in Italian, probably going over prayers or sermons. Most people thought he was a tad weird. You, however, found him a bit fascinating.

Most of the other Siblings fawned over Terzo, which you could hardly blame them for. He was incredibly popular. Cardinal Copia, though? Something about him struck you with warmth whenever you did catch sight of him or overheard him at rehearsals with the band. You found him very handsome in an off-beat kind of way. Whenever he led Mass, you were more attentive than you ever were for any of the previous Papas. Something about him just called to you.

Whatever that something was, it was obviously one-sided. The Cardinal had never so much as glanced in your direction.

You were still working as a librarian, but no longer an assistant. You were the scribe of the ancient texts; carefully going through delicate parchment of dense Latin and digitizing them so they would never be lost. Being one of the younger members in the Ministry scholary, your grasp of technology was far and away better than that of the other librarians.

You didn’t know what you’d done to draw attention to yourself; but less than a month into your time in Sweden, you were re-living junior high school. A trio of your fellow Siblings; Kaser, Lynx, and Cantata, had decided that you were a fun target to torment; with plenty of ammo at their disposal. You were still awkward and anxious. You’d developed something of a nervous stutter and struggled more than ever to put your thoughts into words. Worse, your body had decided that freshman fifteen was meant to be a challenge; as you had gained thirty pounds, so you were much chubbier than most of the others; wide hips, a sizable ass, a rounded belly, and tits that refused to be contained by most bras. Like the long-ago middle school boys, they liked to painfully snap your bra strap. Or they would trip you in the hallways. Shove you into walls. Tug off your veil when they knew Sister Imperator was near so that she would scold you for having it off.

Their favorite thing, however, was to harass you about the fact that you’d been a postulate for five fucking years! Most postulates became novices within a year and then a full Sibling at three. Were you too stupid to pass the exams? Were you such a loser that even Satan didn’t want you? Were you afraid that Papa would turn you down?

That last one was closer to home than they knew. Part of a postulate’s “graduation” into a novice was to have sex with Papa; sometimes in private, sometimes on the altar in front of everyone. You simply couldn’t stand the idea of any of the Papas taking one look at you and deciding that he was not going to put his cock in someone as pathetic as you. It had never happened before to your knowledge (and you’d looked it up!) so there was no reason to fear such a thing. But fears are nothing if not irrational.

All of which led to your current predicament, sitting on a crate of Ghost merchandise near a janitor’s closet, hiding from your triad of bullies behind a double-stack of the same crates. If the closet hadn’t been locked, you’d have been in it. You sputtered and coughed, choking on your own tears. Were you always going to be so painfully lonely? You prayed as hard now as you ever had as a Catholic… and, like God, Satan was now frustratingly silent. Perhaps it was just time to accept that you didn’t fit in anywhere and never would. Maybe you’d ask to transfer to another Ministry just to escape your abusers; but you’d stay with the church since at least your work was satisfying.

Footsteps approached, prompting you to cover your mouth to silence yourself, not wanting another round of abuse if it was Kaser, Lynx, or Cantata. You curled yourself into the tightest ball you could, cursing your extra weight for making that very difficult.

���Eh, hello?” a soft voice, lightly accented in Italian. Oh, fuck… had they lied to Sister that you’d done something wrong to get you in trouble? They’d done it before; blaming you for something they’d done. Fucking hells bells, what had they done that would prompt one of the elder Italians (of which, there were many) be addressing you?

“I’m sorry!” you burst out, covering your face with your hands. “I was just, um… j-j-j-just… ah, taking a… m-m-moment-.“ Curse that idiotic stutter!

“No! N-n-n-no, sorella. It’s… ah… okay. I only… I mean I just was passing and I h-h-heard you.”

The foreign sound of someone else stuttering made you look through your fingers. At first, all you saw was red. A long, red cassock and black gloves.

The Cardinal.

You were so shocked by the revelation that the man who would soon be Papa was apparently a bit anxious and awkward too, that you didn’t say anything for a moment. You merely stared at him, your cheeks still stained with tears, but at least you were now breathing somewhat normally.

“You’ve been c-crying,” he pointed out as if it wasn’t obvious.

“It’s… it’s nothing, Your Eminence,” you shook your head, finally remembering your manners and lowering your gaze, wiping hurriedly at your cheeks. “You needn’t worry about it. You must have many more important things to do!”

A long silence followed, both of you seeming to size the other up with caution. Strange, he was so confident and eloquent when he performed Mass or gave sermons. And now he seemed genuinely lost as to how to talk to someone one on one.

“C-congratulations, by the way!” you finally blurt out. “If… if that’s the proper thing to say. I’m sure you’ll make a wonderful Papa. I’ve overheard some of the rehearsals and you sound amazing.”

That was at least true. The Cardinal had a beautiful singing voice and a powerful stage presence.

“Oh! Eh, grazie… thank you. It’s a great honor,” he smiled slightly, his black upper lip curling up at the corners in a way you found immediately endearing. “Not to be, eh, too forward, b-b-b-but… what has so upset you?”

“It’s… it’s nothing. It’s stupid. I just… I feel like… I don’t really…” you paused, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. “I’ve never really fit in anywhere…and even though I’m trying so hard… I don’t seem to fit in here either. Square peg, round hole.” Woah, that was the most pulled-together thing you’d said in months!

You silently prepared yourself to be told to try harder, not be so sensitive, don’t be so weird, or some other variation of unhelpful advice that authority figures always tossed at your feet.

“Sì, it’s very difficult. I understand.”

You snapped your eyes open to meet his uneven gaze head-on.

He continued, “Some people just seem to effortlessly be adored and others… others must work tirelessly to be accepted by even a few.” He sounded contemplative, even a touch sad. “It… it can be overwhelming, I know.”

“Are you saying that… you’ve had t-trouble fitting in? But you’re terrific on stage and at Mass! In fact, every time I’ve heard you talk, you’re always so sure of yourself!” you exclaimed.

He gave an ironic smile. “It helps, sorella, to have a sc-script. At the microphone, I already know what I’m going to say or s-s-sing. I don’t have to anticipate the questions or comments of others because I’m the only one expected to t-talk, sì?”

“Oh,” you said with a note of surprise. You’d never really thought of it that way. “I’ve not really ever spoken to an audience. Or sung. Not by myself anyway.”

“You sing, sorella?” he perked up, the motion making something warm slide over your heart.

“Yeah, yes. I mean… I used to. I sang in choir all through school and I was in the Mass choir in Los Angeles. I’d like to join the choir here, but they aren’t accepting new singers right now,” you shrugged, biting your bottom lip.

“The choir at the L.A. ministry?” his eyebrows rose. “You must be talented then, sorella. The choirmaster there is very exacting.”

You smiled, despite knowing that your cheeks were flaming red. That had been one bright point of the last few years. The confirmation that you did still have a good singing voice had meant a great deal to you. “He is. The rehearsals were grueling sometimes, but I loved it just the same. Music is just so… powerful. I can’t think of a better word. Even ‘powerful’ feels inadequate. It’s what brought me to the Ministry in the first place. I saw Papa Secondo during the Haze tour and, I don’t know… something just clicked in place.”

“Papa Secondo, eh? Small wonder, he was quite the commanding presence when he was Papa. Still is, actually. But, wait…” he paused, looking up and muttering in Italian. “Papa Secondo hasn’t been Papa since, what 2013? That was five years ago. You’ve been a postulate for that long?”

Motherfucking Christ on a popsicle stick, why did you have to mention Secondo?

“Um… yeah. It’s just… never felt like… the timing was right. And… if I’m honest, I’m scared,” you swallowed tightly.

“Scared?” he repeated with a cock of his head. “What is there to be scared of?”

“If I may speak plainly… it’s the whole… um… sex thing..?” Your words came out more like a question than an answer.

“You’re scared of… sex?” he said, seeming to only want to confirm that he had heard you correctly.

“Not exactly. I’m not afraid of the act. B-b-but I’m afraid of… it’s-s-s-s-stupid of me, I know… but I can’t help but be sc-sc-scared of being… rejected…” you managed to strangle out, eyes glued to your hands folded in your lap. “No one’s ever wanted me before. Why would this b-b-b-be any different?”

“Sorella, it’s not stupid. Fears like that are very… d-difficult to shake. However, being as currently said deed would fall to m-me, I can promise you that I will not be rejecting such a lovely soul.” His voice had gone a little lower and he drew closer to you, kneeling down so you were at an even level, although you didn’t look up at him.

A black leather glove obscured your view, curled fingers tucking up your chin, coaxing you gently into looking up at him. “Sorella, I promise it. I would be more than honored to help you complete your… eh… training, if that is the word.”

You chanced looking up and meeting his gaze. Even at a distance, it was obvious that the Papas and Cardinal all had one ghostly white eye. But this close, you could see that his other eye was a rather pretty shade of green. You’d always liked green eyes.

Apparently, your momentary contemplation of his eyes made him a little nervous, because he looked down, cheeks slightly flushed. “I-if-if you like, of course… I’m not… I mean… eh, Sathanas, no pressure? Is that the, eh, the phrase? If you don’t want to have me as your initiator, it’s eh… it’s o-o-o-okay. One of the other Papas would be happy to serve in my place. I know most people seem to like T-T-Terzo the best. And if I know him, he would never turn down an initiate,” he rambled slightly.

Under any other circumstances, you would have assumed that he was agreeing to make you feel better and then trying to pass you off to one of the former Papas to get out of the chore. But something about the Cardinal’s anxious patter convinced you that he was only trying to give you options, not avoid the task.

Completely on impulse, you clutched at his nervous hands, holding them still. This also served the purpose of stilling your own hands. “You don’t need to advertise the others to me. It will be you, Cardinal.”

He looked up from your joined hands with a half-smile. “It will, eh? Does that mean you’ve decided to go through with becoming a novice, sorella?”

Your breath stopped. You had just implied that hadn’t you? Shit. Shitshitshitshit! “I guess it does, Your Eminence.”

“Bene, sorella. I look forward to it,” he smiled, though his gaze returned to your hands. A small shift and he was able to press your hands into his, palm to palm, with your fingers entwined. The motion reminded you of something…

-Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,  Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,  And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.

The Cardinal chuckled softly under his breath, a rather deep sound that gave you delightful goosebumps. “Shakespeare, sì? Hmm, let me think…”

Fuck! Had you said that out loud? You must have! Random Shakespeare was not going to get you anywhere and of course you’d choose a passage rife with Catholic imagery.

- Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Holy shit on a shingle, he was reciting Romeo’s part now? Oh Satan. Lucifer. Lilith. Hecate. Kelly Clarkson! What was the next bit?

-Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

-O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray:��grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

-Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.

-Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.

You’d both been leaning closer to each other and now were barely a breath away. You licked your lips nervously. That small gesture apparently spurned him on. He completed the connection, kissing you so sweetly that you thought you might actually pass out. You’d been kissed before; but those previous kisses felt nothing like this! Your lips felt as though they were burning, the familiar heat of arousal curling low in your belly.

-Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.

How could he even remember the next line after that! It took you a decent minute and a half to recover your thoughts and remember the next line.

-Then have my lips the sin that they have took?

He smiled, nearly grinned, teeth very white against his black upper lip.

-Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

You were ready this time, meeting his kiss with one of your own, tenderly mapping the sensation of his lips and the searing path of want as it spread in your veins. Fuck, you already had a little crush on Copia; this would inevitably push it into full-blown infatuation.

-You kiss by th’ book.

You practically moaned that last line as you both paused, foreheads pressed together, hands still palm to palm. He was panting ever so slightly, as were you.

“You understand what I mean about having a script, sì?” he whispered softly. “Neither of us stumbled or hesitated even once. Not what you were thinking when you began reciting, I know. But, for myself at least… I would not yet have had the nerve to kiss you. But with the Bard’s words to encourage… it felt very natural to kiss you.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot, although for once it was not from humiliation or shame, but from pleased embarrassment. The way he was looking at you! No man… hell, no person or ghoul or whatever… had ever looked at you the way Copia was looking at you. There was a hunger in his eyes that made your stomach do flips. But under that desire lurked a sweet, longing kind of affection.

A beeping noise interrupted your thoughts. “Cazzo!” he hissed and pushed back the sleeve of his cassock to reveal an old digital watch. “Perdonami per favore; I seem to be running late for rehearsal. Had I the choice, I would not be leaving you so… eh… abruptly,” he apologized with sincere regret.

“It’s OK,” you replied somewhat dreamily, still feeling a bit floaty from his kisses.

“I will look for your… ehm… initiation papers and authorize them. Then you n-n-nneed only set the date,” he assured you as he rose to his full height. “I must go, sorella.”

“Oh! Yes! Right. Don’t let me keep you. Rehearsal’s important,” you nodded hastily, not wanting to come across as needy even though you wanted to bury yourself in his chest and cling to him like a koala.

“It is, si,” he allowed, before looking down on you with a fond expression. “But you are important too, no?”

He turned to leave and was almost around the corner before he stopped and turned back to you. “Eh, mi scuzi, but… I didn’t get your name, sorella.”

“Huh? Oh! It’s Y/N, F/N L/N,” you replied perhaps a bit louder than you should have.

“Y/N… lovely,” he echoed with a small smile. “Arrivederci, Y/N.”

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Ron what are your top favorite tv shows

hi kait. thank you sooo much for this ask. television is my first and true love and i have a great many things to say about it.

Black Sails - Black Sails is like a show made in a lab to please me. It is a prequel to Robert Louis Stevenson's "Treasure Island" which integrates the fake pirates from the book with the real pirates of history. It is about my number one interest of all time, historiography, the way that we tell the story of history. It is about the way that society uses stories and shame to control people. Its epic.

Trust FX - A miniseries. This is also about historiography, you will sense a theme. This is about the Getty kidnapping. It is full of beautiful sexy Italians and horrible horrible Americans. Brendan Fraser slays as a PI slash Greek Chorus. Luca Marinelli gives the performance to end all performances as Primo Nizzuto.

Justified - A tribute to the now rightfully dead Western Genre Justified is about a bunch of guys who suck that you cannot help but root for. A big city Marshall is forced to return to his hometown of Harlan, Kentucky after shooting a man. Some of the greatest characters of all time come from this show. Raylan Givens, Dickie Bennet, Dewey Crowe, Tim Gutterson, Rachel Brooks, and above all, Boyd Crowder. If you are compelled by slow talking, fast drawing men with problems, you will love this brilliantly witty crime drama.

MASH - Hawkeye Pierce is like a real friend to me. This too is about historiography. 11 seasons of swirling 70s sleaze and the hardest hitting antiwar commentary wrapped up in the warm and fuzzy packaging of a pleasantly green sitcom. In the first season Frank asks Hawkeye if he's ever serious, Hawkeye responds "I tried it once, everybody laughed," and it felt like my life flashing before my eyes. Trapper John McIntyre, BJ Hunnicutt, Margret Houlihan, these are just a few of the greatest characters ever written. And they're on mash.

This is where things get hard, this answer has changed a lot over the years, a few years ago, It's Always Sunny would have been like 2 on this list, as far as number of funny episodes, its still pretty high up there, I also have to mention The Monkees of course, Turn: Washington's Spies was a formative classic for me and me alone, Star Trek: The Next Generation is brilliant. There are the modern classics, Succession, Severance, and Santa Clarita Diet. The old greats, Cheers, Taxi, Star Wars the Clone Wars. My past obsessions, Jonathan Creek, TAITV, I Made America, Torchwood. Flight of The Concords and What We Do In The Shadows informed my humor so much. But I think in the end the 5th greatest television program is the San Diego Padres. Not a show in the traditional sense, but TV certainly, and a program I have probably spent more time watching than any other.

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I just need one thing. ONE thing.

Terzo giving a speech in front of the ministry, while Copia is hiding under a podium and sucking him off. Meanwhile Terzo is all shaky and letting out grunts throughout the speech.

It’s one…simple…thing.😩

you know what I'll give you the thing, I hope it's as good as you imagine hehe (sorry for any grammatical mistake)

“I know Terzo is strange and too passionate during masses but I think something is wrong with him” Secondo whispers as he nudges Primo a little, wondering if he should repeat his comment or not because it's hard to tell when Primo is awake and when he's sleeping since the man is just... well, old and quiet.

“Mm?” Primo seems to be slowly coming out of a trance. He exchanges a slow look with Secondo and then his eyes go to the pulpit where the youngest of the three is speaking clinging to the furniture.

He is passionate, to be honest. But that's not new to anyone. Terzo has a reputation for being as charming as he is dramatic and both things are favorable to him so the man makes good use of them. He speaks loudly and normally gets lost in his oratory, which is normally nice to keep things lit during the ceremony, but today seems kind of lost.

Primo watches Terzo shuffling papers back and forth, as if someone had made a mess with his reference documents. He hesitates while doing it and if he manages to speak he doesn't say more than two complete sentences while interrupting himself with small "sorry"s from time to time.

“I don't remember this starting with him being that nervous.” Primo reflects as a long hand runs over his chin. “Do you think something has happened to him?”

Secondo shrugs as he turns his attention to the pulpit. "No idea."

There's something, just a small wave at the end of Terzo's chasuble that call Secondo's attention. It exists for just a few seconds and then it's gone, and as it does, Terzo bends over the pulpit a little before continuing to speak with a somewhat broken voice about the mission of expanding the church throughout all America.

“Ten bucks that he has something up his ass” Secondo bets with full confidence.

Primo raises his eyebrows, so much so that his tired eyes are visible. The old man laughs.

“So you do have an idea” he chuckles as he looks back at the Terzo. They exchange a small glance and Primo internally celebrates as he catches a small bead of sweat on Terzo's forehead. Oh, and his little brother's red ear. Suddenly everything makes so much sense. “Fifteen bucks he have someone sucking him off.”

“You have a deal.”

[ . . . ]

The strange mass ended perhaps twenty minutes after the talk between the brothers. It was hard to tell, with how uncomfortable it ended up being the time did its part to make it seem even longer.

People left the room until finally there was no one but the three brothers in the room. Even then, Terzo still clung to the pulpit as if his life depended on it.

“Didn't I entertain you enough already?” Terzo exhales tired.

Secondo smirks. “Not really.”

“Too bad you have to leave now” Terzo doesn't step back but Secondo does less, crossing his arms at his position. Primo lets out a laugh.

“We need the room so you can leave now Terzo. Don't worry about cleaning anything up.” Primo say as an excuse and it's brilliant. If Terzo has someone under him, it is best to force them to leave no matter what.

Terzo looks like he's going to cry but does not respond. Instead he remains silent until suddenly, without warning, he bends over the pulpit, muffling a moan in his arms. His miter falls pathetically to the ground, rolling to Secondo's feet.

Secondo looks at him amused. Did reallt he just cum? Holy fuck, whatever he has inside him today was really edging him throughout the entire fucking ceremony. Respects.

The brothers wait in silence for the revelation. Secondo wants to rub his hands already savoring the fifteen dollars that he is going to earn so easily. Maybe even celebrated today with a good drink.

But just as he thinks Terzo is just going to grab what's left of his dignity and walk away, someone slides out of his robes, wiping his mouth. To their surprise, it's Imperator's golden boy: Copia.

“Dear old Satan below” Primo lets out an incredulous laugh. This is the most fun he's had in months. “Oh boy, you're so much in trouble.”

“No word of this or I'll be sure to cut off your money supply” The cardinal threatens, but he has a smirk on his lips that implies that his threat is not that serious, however he does want to protect whatever just happened.

Secondo raises his hands while looking upset. Copia reaches the hat at his feet and leaves them next to Terzo.

“Hey. Pull yourself together and clean up, 'kay? I'll see you later” Copia lovingly pats Terzo's thigh before standing up. The Papa simply gives him a thumbs up but he will probably spend some more time there.

The cardinal gives the brothers one last serious look before saying goodbye gracefully and leaving the place.

With all the hate in the world contained in his being, Secondo takes out his wallet to pay his part of the bet.

[thowawayuntilfurthernotice]

The funniest thing about the modern internet is that there is no hill too shitty to die on for some folks.

I don't think I'm bringing anything new to the table by saying that Primos looks awful and that the backlash it received from people was warranted. I mean, this wasn't the usual "White guys whine about everything being woke" nonsense, this was legitimate criticism being leveled at Disney by Mexicans and other Latin Americans. You know, the target demographic that Disney is trying to market this show towards?

So long story short, I made a post saying that I don't blame Disney if they decided to quietly shelve the series, as even if by some miracle the show turned out to be good or passable (Which is very unlikely given the quality of the original theme song) the damage has already been done.

I also pointed out that no amount of retooling could salvage this series, as I personally don't see Disney spending a shit load of money to get a DTVA series fixed. As the company treats their television animation division as an afterthought.

But with the modern internet being what it is, someone stumbled across my post and decided to respond with a long winded essay that was filled with typical nonsense about how I'm the worst person ever, all because I criticized a show that a majority of the internet already hates.

And I love how this person tried to frame my post as a personal attack on the show's crew, when I didn't even mention them.

Does it suck that all the people who worked on this show most likely won't get to see their work in a finished format? Yes!

But that argument shouldn't be used to shield the show against criticism, because guess what? That very same argument can be applied to literally every piece of media that the internet complains about.

Yes, the state of western animation is fucking depressing, trust me, I would love nothing more than for animators and storyboard artists to work on long running shows. But again, just because the industry is struggling right now doesn't mean that we should automatically start praising the shit out of every animated show that comes out or is announced.

[the-great-ladyg]

Hey there!

Welcome to my blog, name's Lady G, you can also call me Lady or Gaby, and this is my place for everything I enjoy or I'm interested in like selfshipping, some discourse, fandom and a bit of politics.

I identify as a genderfluid person, so you can use any pronouns when talking to me, I really don't mind.

I enjoy reading and writing, and I hope to start posting about my ideas in here, I'm eager to share my thoughts about my shipps and ideas, but maybe I'll post them in Spanish. I also like to draw and will post my drawings, maybe, I'm not sure.

I'm a selfshipper and also support oc x canon shipps, so this is your safe place for everyone that enjoys this.

I'm cringe, but I'm free.

I really suck at editing and "aesthetic".

Currently accepting anon asks.

You can find my AO3 here.

BYF

- English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any grammar mistake, sometimes I might use Spanish when I post an opinion when I really get angry about something that I don't want to translate.

- I'm a proshipper/anti-harrassment/anti-censorship, I don't support any policing of art or the idea that kinks or the pixels someone enjoys is evidence of any crime, actions on real people are evidence, not shipping FlowerPunk.

- This is a 18+ blog, so if there's a minor they'll get blocked, and if someone is uncomfortable with this kind of blogs you can unfollow or ignore me.

- This is also a kink friendly blog, I might not share some kinks with other people, but I won't judge them, this is your safe place.

- If someone comes here to cause any problem, is an instant block, I don't want to deal with trolls and people who want to argue over stupid things.

- I don't really mind sharing F/Os with anyone, just don't bring canon x canon shipps or be obnoxious about your selfshipps with them in the way of "I love them more than you/I write/draw them better than you/I understand them better than you/You're loving them the wrong way", I'm kind of possessive in that way and want to avoid toxicity.

DNI

- Minors

- Antishippers, antiselfshippers, safeshippers, anti oc x canon

- Bigots (conservatives, TERFs, SWERFs, LGBTQphobes, islamophobes, racists, etc.)

- ED, SH, radqueer or related blogs

- If you use he/him or they/them pronouns as a way to try to misgender me thinking I'm a cis woman or treat me like a cis man

- Pro Israel/justify what Israel is doing or has been doing all these years

- Pro AMLO/support and/or justify AMLO (current Mexico's president) and his political party's actions/think any of Mexico's presidents since 2000 is the bad guy except AMLO/think AMLO is Mexico's messiah or best president

- If you'll try to lecture me on economic, cultural, social, etc. aspects about Mexico or being a Latin person and you're not Latin (like with all the "Oye Primos" thing), or you get offended in the name of Latins by things that concern us and you're not Latin (like the Mario poncho thing, or the Encanto drama, we Latins didn't get offended with that, but we did get offended with the American response, when they were trying to lecture us on what really offended us)

- Pro contact MAPs/pedos, zoos, necros, etc.

Favorite characters...

This is a section for characters that wouldn't only fit on a category of my F/O list, but also are characters I like a lot over others from their source material, or are just my favorite ones

- Sauron/Mairon/Annatar/many other names from Lord of the Rings

- Daemon Targaryen from House of the Dragon

F/Os list and tags

(there's no specific order, I'll list them in the order I remember them, might add more in the future)

If you wish to interact with any of them feel free to do so, but they can be OoC

Main

- Miguel O'Hara from Spiderverse movies (🩸🕷️)

- Hobie Brown from Spiderverse movies (🎸🕷️)

- Gladiolus Amiticia from Final Fantasy XV (🛡️⚔️)

- Maegor I "The Cruel" Targaryen from A Song of Ice and Fire (🩸🐲)

- Jean-Pierre Polnareff from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (🥖⚔️)

- Robert Edward O. Speedwagon from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (🎩👔)

- Syzoth/Reptile from Mortal Kombat games (🦎🥷🏻)

- Fujin from Mortal Kombat games (💨⚔️)

- Tenya Iida from My Hero Academia (🏃🏻‍♂️🟦)

- Brienne of Tarth from A Song of Ice and Fire (🗡️💎)

F/Os I also love

- Mike Zacharius from Attack on Titan (👃⚔️)

- Reiner Braun from Attack on Titan (🏃🏻‍♂️🛡️)

- Phoenix Ikki from Saint Seiya (🪽🔥)

- Aries Mu from Saint Seiya (🐏🔨)

- Scorpio Milo from Saint Seiya (🦂🪡)

- Gemini Saga from Saint Seiya (♊🌓)

- Thanatos from Saint Seiya (💀⬛)

- Dende from Dragon Ball (🟢🏔️)

- Raditz from Dragon Ball (🩸👊)

- Supreme Kai from Dragon Ball (💜🔮)

- Broly from Dragon Ball (🐶🥦)

- Mezo Shoji from My Hero Academia (🐙🔵)

- Thomas Hewitt from Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies (2003-2006) (🎭🩸)

- Brahms Heelshire from The Boy (🎭🧸)

- Yautja/ Predator: Scar (☠️⚔️), Feral Predator (☠️🐻), Fugitive Predator (💀🔪) from Predator franchise

- Drax the Destroyer from Guardians of the Galaxy (👊🔪)

- Ragnvaldr/Outlander from Fear and Hunger (🐺🪓)

- Nicholas D. Wolfwood from Trigun (🚬✝️)

- Millions Knives/Nai from Trigun (🪴🔪)

- Takeda Takahashi from Mortal Kombat games (⛓️🟡)

- Erron Black from Mortal Kombat games (🩸🔫)

- Kuai Liang from Mortal Kombat games (❄️🧊 as Sub-Zero) (🦂🔥 as Scorpion)

- Zeffeero/Rain from Mortal Kombat games (🥷🏻💧)

- Alucard from Hellsing (🧛🏻‍♂️🩸)

- Toshikazu Hazamada from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (🤏🏻🎾)

- Mikitaka Hazekura from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (👽🍦)

- Rykiel from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (🧑🏻‍🚀🐄)

- Keicho Nijimura from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (🪖🏹)

- Firelord Ozai from Avatar: The Last Airbender (☄️🔥)

- Santana from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (🗿☁️)

- Oingo from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (🎭🧢)

- Vincent Valentine from Final Fantasy VII (⚰️♦️)

- Glossu "Beast" Rabban Harkonnen from Dune (🦅🩸)

- Chase Young from Xiaolin Showdown (🐉🥣)

- Kevin Levin from Ben 10 series (👽🚘)

- Adam/The Creature from Frankenstein (🪡📚)

- Aegon II Targaryen from House of the Dragon (🐲🟢)

- Cregan Stark from A Song of Ice and Fire (🐺❄️)

- Cooper Howard/The Ghoul from Fallout TV series (☢️🐶)

Platonic F/Os

- Yuga Aoyama from My Hero Academia (✨💎)

- Narancia Ghirga from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (🍊🛩️)

- Finrod Felagund from Lord of the Rings (🧝🏼‍♂️🎻)

- Lúthien Tinuviel from Lord of the Rings (💃🏻🐺)

Familial F/Os

- Ned Stark from A Song of Ice and Fire (🗡️🐺)

- Aragorn Elessar from Lord of the Rings (👑🗡️)

- Samwise Gamgee from Lord of the Rings (🥔🍳)

[archerinspace]

Marshall Lee and Prince Gumball

Based on these cards, I wanted to give my thoughts on them since there was not much Fionna and Cake lore around the time the book was published (2016) and I'm forever searching for more. They'll be under the cut since this will get long but some of these things never cease to amuse me.

Note: All cards will be written out in text as well so if you have a hard time reading them, you can read them in plain text.

Fionna and Cake Marshall Lee and Prince Gumball Ice Queen and Lord Monochromicorn

MARSHALL LEE Marshall is a teen vampire king with a tendency to be awesome with a capital A. This emo, gothy guy likes to chow down on the color red. Maybe because I made him up and he doesn't really exist, sometimes he can be a little sulky but deep down he seems to be a decent kid. He wears trendy gothy duds like there"s no tomorrow, has a primo electric guitar, doesn't take any baloney from anybody, and has the collective angst of being eighteen for, like, a million years in a row. Even though he's a super-independent homie, Marshall Lee still bows down and gives major props to the hippest super-chill chick who rules over the frozen tundra, the one and only Ice Queen! Not exactly a hipster, but I bet he wouldn't throw away a vintage vest, skinny jeans, Buddy Holly glasses, and a knitted cap if I stuffed 'em in his flutophone case. This kid's mellow yellow and generally a happy camper, but he's not exactly a people-pleaser by a long-shot. Hey you want some advice Marshy? If you wanna win over Fionna the Human like I think you do, then what better way than loosening her up with some Truth or Dare and then serenading her with cool rock ballads all about the Ice King's exploits?!

I don't have much to say on this one honestly though it is funny he's also aware of gothic attire. That isn't much of a surprise though considering how much he cares about Marceline.

I had to google what a flutophone is so I guess he's implying that Marshall is capable of more than one instrument which is really cool.

"mellow yellow" makes me think of something I'd hear on Sonny and Cher(my mom remembers alot of stuff from the 60s which makes most of what Simon talks about really funny sometimes) and after googling I was partially right. The phrase and song was popular in the 60s, a time Simon would have most likely heard it if he wasn't listening to Buddy Holly.

PRINCE GUMBALL The young ruler of the Candy Kingdom is the unfathomably lucky and undeserving object of the Ice Queen's affections. Despite being a mincing moron, Prince Gumball shall one day take his place as the Ice Queen's coruler(in name only) of the Ice Kingdom and as her brainless, groveling love slave. As previously mentioned, Gumball is temporarily distracted from appreciating the Ice Queen's perfectly chiseled features because he likes Fionna the Human, whos fabulous outfits, to be designed by me, probably have him fooled into thinking she's Got It Going On- when instead she fails miserably to know what IT IS and most assuredly Does Not Have It Going On Nowhere Nohow! Prince Gumball is notable for an inability to defend himself from being blasted against his own bedroom wall by the Ice Queen's awesome Slush Monster or encased in a giant icicle hanging from the ceiling. He also is known to have designed his own royal garb and to enjoy baking. I'll come up with some more good stuff later. That's just for starters!

MY FAVORITE GUY YEAH!

I should probably stop trying to make any sense of his insane ramblings but its really funny he's so mad at Gumball for both being in the way of him and Fionna and just considering him a moron when Prismo put all the fanfiction in his head. Prismo really wrote all this and the Ice King said 'wow this guy sucks hes such a moron' and proceeded to bully him in every fanfiction possible.

Gumball being a 'love slave' is majorly a projection of how he wants to marry a princess for the status of having a pretty wife but that begs the question if Ice Queen would equally be affectionate and just keep Gumball as a pretty artsy trophy husband. Its ironic he wanted Gumball to be a babygirl but then Simon gets babygirl'd in the year of 2023 by the larger fanbase.

I do feel validated in the fact I had a headcanon Gumball would knit, sew and even design his own clothing so I'll take that as a win. Reminder that he's had 'flirtations' with expressionist gummy sculpture and free-form candy-whistle jazz as mentioned on Fionna's card.

Something important(to me) to point out here is Gumball's card is drawn with him doing science related things while others have a cool pose or respective item(like Fionna and her sword) and Gumball's is the only card to not have some kind of 'cool' vibe, further proof of him bullying him. The wiki says this book has IK saying Gumball likes science but this card is the only real proof of that and no other mention of the previous facts from the card.

[emeritus-fuckers]

Sorry if this is too weird or NSFW, feel free to ignore, but I wanna know... How would the Papas react to a lover who enjoys sucking on their nipples (either sexually or as a way of seeking comfort)?

Honey, I am a filthy denegate obsessed fictional people old enough to be my grandparents. Do you really think nipple sucking is gonna beat me? - Jez

Papas with an s/o who enjoys sucking on their nipples

Primo

Primo adores you and all your quirks.

So if sucking on his nipples brings you comfort, he's not gonna scold you for it.

He might ask you about it, but it's just plain curiosity.

He'd never make fun of you.

Kisses the top of your head when you do that.

If he notices you do that when you're stressed, he'll later ask about what stressed you and try to offer his help.

As long as it stays in the bedroom, he has exactly zero problem in it.

Secondo

Assumed it's like a little kink or something you did out of curiosity.

He sucked on your nipples before, so if you wanna do the same, go for it.

Pats your back lightly when you do that, watching curiously.

He won't say anything about it if it's sexual.

Might ask if you're okay if he notices you doing that when stressed.

Terzo

He'd let out the loudest, the most obnoxious fucking moan he can when you do that.

Like, he legitimately gives you a scare this way.

Apologizes for startling you with a small laugh on his lips.

If you feel nervous about doing that again, he'll guide your mouth to his nipple again.

He's gonna assure you that it's okay and he was just playing.

He's got very little shame, he'd whip out the male titty for you to suck even when you're both in public.

Copia

I can totally see it becoming some sort of lazy aftercare activity for you guys.

You know, once you had your juicebox and/or snacks and you're just cuddling.

Copia would probably (if you were okay with it) play some video games with you on his chest to relax.

And if you wanna suck his nipples while he does that, go for it.

He won't be weird about it, it's just a part of aftercare to him.

You wanna nurse of his man tits? Nurse on his man tits.

Old Nihil

(This is something Kay would totally do btw)

He would be confused at first.

He's like over a hundred years old, why would you wanna do that???

Will definitely ask and if you way that's what brings you comfort, bro's going into Simp Mode™.

Just smiles at you with an "okay" and lets you keep going.

Won't ask again, you're welcome to do it whenever you two are alone.

Young Nihil

He definitely thought it's just a silly little kink.

He might find it a bit weird if you're female aligned, might make a small joke about how he thought he's supposed to nurse on your tits and not the other way around.

If you get embarrassed and stop, he just awkwardly grabs the back of your head and pulls you back.

"Didn't tell ya to stop. I prefer if when you suck a little lower, but this is fun, too."

Winks at you when he says that.

Give him a handjob while you suck on his nipples and he's putty in your hands (would never admit that).