#this encounter is so much for so many people to learn at once aaaaaa

[slayanyhivegodslately]

CIRCLE SQUARE TRIANGLE CONE CYLINDER PYRAMID CUBE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[scatterpatter]

So allow me to EXPLAIN what went wrong in dnd last night

So this quest we're on is centered around our Gremlin, Mecha

Long story short, Mecha had a sister, Pax, whose soul was lost long before she joined our party. Our party had a chance to go to the caves where Pax was last seen, and so we went. We're in these caves for... a long time, before we reach the ancient ruins of a city, where Pax was seen last, and Mecha hears Pax's voice, revealing she was in the plane of Acheron(a lawful evil plane, not unlike a form of hell or the underworld) and held against her will by a goddess known as Neya Jana

So our party, being relayed this information, decide we gotta help our friend get her sister back. We have an argument for a bit- mainly about how we have a "DON'T BRING PEOPLE BACK FROM THE DEAD WHEN THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD" ideology, mainly from Torvid, who isn't with our party right now. So this doesn't cover resurrections(since when you're at the point where you can be resurrected, yoy haven't met the Raven Queen yet so you're not fully dead yet), but this covers things like wish spells(we brought Alistair back via Wish and, well, we're still facing unforeseen consequences because of it) and... Going to another plane to bring a soul back to life. However, we justify what we're doing by going "Well we don't know that Pax is dead, her soul was just taken so she could still be alive and needs our help!"

So we go through the layers of Acheron, facing a lot of horrors. We do some encounters that... were not v good(we kinda had a murder boner in an encounter that couldve been mostly avoided), my skele-pup Nina died, we had many traumas happen to us, we nearly died, willingly gave up an important memory to the river Styx, we got experimented on... Y'know. We sacrificed so much for Mecha and Pax. We just hoped it was worth it.

We get to the end, to a place called the Cabal Macabre. Where Neya Jana remains. So... We find Pax. We also meet this man named Yaketsu and like... holy shit I'm love him so much. We speak to Neya Jana and she explains that yeah, Pax is dead and this is her final resting place. So we're like... shit.

But... things aren't adding up. While the Cabal Macabre seemed like a nice place, we start getting visions that it's actually horrifying and cruel, and we're not sure if the good parts or the terrifying parts are the illusion. Something's the illusion, but we don't know what. Pax also doesn't remember meeting the Raven Queen, which is very unusual and offputting and leads us to think she might not actually be dead. There's a few other things, but mainly we just- things are very much not adding up.

Now, with this "things aren't adding up", we're trying to figure out what to do about Pax. We sus out that maybe the bad visions are what's the illusion, and something may be trying to get us to panic and rush into a decision before thinking things through. Alistair and Corren raise the most "Hey maybe we should wait and learn more before rushing into an escape plan" of the group, which is v fitting since they both have "bringing someone back without knowing the consequences leads to Bad Things" trauma. But despite the concerns, the party decides that next morning they were gonna sneak out and run for it with Pax in tow. Once we were back on the Prime Material Plane, we could learn more on what happened to Pax, and decided that if she was dead, we may be able to bring her back and return her to Neya Jana's realm

We sneak out and the alarm raises, and now we're on the run. Luckily we start teleporting out before the people chasing us can really get to us. THANK FUCK, BECAUSE YAKETSU MY BELOVED WAS ONE OF THEM AND DM WAS EXPECTING US TO FIGHT AND YAKETSU WOULD'VE LIKELY DIED AAAAAA

Now with teleport spells, we quickly put enough space between us and them to make our escape. Other than fighting the will to look back at Pax(because it's an Orpheus/Eurydice situation), we're... in the clear. We teleport through the layers of Acheron with little issue. We... We think we did it. We think we got Pax back.

... We get back to the Prime Material plane. And that's when it happens. Our party is a bit split up in this massive abandoned city, and that's when Pax pulls the rug.

Long story short... That wasn't Pax. It was a being known as the "Ghost in the Machine". Basically an ultra powerful being who can alter reality(I think) and tethered themself to both Pax and, by extension, Mecha. They used Pax's likeness, and the part of her soul that was lost, to get us to break them out of Neya Jana's realm. They used us, and they plan to keep using us. And we hurt so many and sacrificed so much... but instead of losing it for someone we cared for, we lost it all for someone who played us like the cheap kazoo we were.

We. Are high key fucked.

Tl;Dr:

[headoverjojo]

First off I wanna say your writing? Amazing. I love it. I've binged your blog like five times. Second, can I request la squadra headcanons with a doctor s/o? It'd be cool to see how all the murder bois handle loving someone who saves lives as a living. Thank you if you can do this request and regardless, have a wonderful day and know you're a great writer!!!

Hi there, honey! Aaaaaa goooood you make me blush!! o////o hhh thank you for your super kind words :,) Ooooh sure sure!! Here we go :3

La Squadra with a doctor s/o

(Under the cut for length!)

Risotto Nero

Ironically, he and his s/o met when they were back from their night shift at the hospital. He was heading back to the HQ after a mission and, seeing them in difficulty with their car, he stopped to help. They seemed harmless, he was too tired to hide with Metallica and, frankly, who cared. After meeting them again, randomly -he was unaware that they were actually trying to spot him wherever they were-, and finding their company enjoyable, he asked them out for a friendly date, which turned out as a real date, in the end.

He was a bit baffled, finding out they were a doctor -and this explained why he had met them so many times at early morning hours-, but in a positive way. He does his job because he has to do, it’s nothing more than this. He doesn’t actively enjoy to steal life, but this is his work, his fate and he has accepted it. Seeing them, however, so passionate about their work, doing long shifts at every hour of the day and night, doing their best to save as much people as possible… it’s inspiring. Their love for life makes him see the world in a different way. Maybe… he’s starting to love life again, thanks to them.

However, he has to be honest with them. Even if he doesn’t show it, he’s scared of rejection, now: he has allowed himself to grow attached to them, losing them would hurt him a lot. When he says them what he does to live, they do the last thing he imagined: they just ask him if he enjoys his work. At his negative answer, they hug him, murmuring that it’s all ok; they know he’s, by now, obliged to do it. They’re not naive: world is a cruel place and their Risotto found himself in a situation without happy solutions. Still, he managed not to become a monster and this is what it matters.

Prosciutto

He met them in a bar, on late night. They were just out of the hospital, after a long, tiring day, and definitely needed a drink. Prosciutto spotted them immediately: they were a new face. So, from his hidden and calm spot, he studied them, their moves, the drink they were sipping. He noticed they came in precise days, as after a work shift; once learned this and assured they weren’t a threat, he approached them. No one was immune to Prosciutto’s charm and so they too were so: after a long and pleasant talk, it wasn’t a problem to invite them for a coffee.

Jokes on Prosciutto, what he thought would have been a flirt or, at most, a one night stand, ended up being his loved s/o. He treasured them above everything else, voting his life to protect and make them happy. However, the fact that they are a doctor bugs him a little, even if not because he disapproves their work: he’s really proud of them; the person he’s not proud of is himself. He’s an assassin, a top tier one, even more; he steals life to live, while his s/o saves them. How could they work? They’re the exact opposite. This thought bugs him every day and he savour every day as it’s the last. However, he knows he can’t go on like this, hiding the truth: it’s time to reveal himself for who he is.

And so he calls them, asking them to talk. They are scared that he wants to break up with them, that their time is already come to an end… they don’t expect the utterly sincere confession. They stay silent for long, absorbing it. It’s hard to unite the two Prosciutto, the loving and teasing one they know and the assassin… but, looking at him, they don’t see a different man, as they almost feared. Always their Prosciutto, now on the edge and tense. When they go to him to kiss him, he can finally release a tense sigh, as he brings them in a hug, relieved beyond imagination. Sincerity had payed back, in the end.

Pesci

The first time they met it had been rather silly and normal: they both were buying groceries at the near supermarket. They didn’t know where skincare products were and he led them to the right aisle. That was all; however, they met again some other times and by now they recognized each other, weaving at each other and chit chatting a little. If Prosciutto or someone else asks him why he’s later than usual from errands, he just says that he had to wait in line. He loves to have a friend outside work, outside the team… it’s refreshing. Maybe he even starts to develop a little crush on them, but he never actively thought his feelings could be returned… until they ask him out for a coffee.

He’s so happy, with them! he couldn’t ask for more.They’re gentle and kind and caring… they’re a doctor, after all. Care and gentleness are in their nature. He loves the passion and sincere dedication they put in their work, to save as much people as they can… it inspires him to do his best too. If he improves, he can better protect his comrades, even save their life, as his s/o does with their patients! When they’re back from their shifts, he’s the one who makes them smile; he loves to listen to their stories, to hear that their patients are feeling better… he’s here to hug them when they lose one of them. As assassin, he knows how much life is fragile and he doesn’t blame them if they’re suffering, leaving aside their professionalism, for once.

Pesci, however, is not so good at keeping secrets to his loved ones; until now the only people in his life were his comrades, but now there’s his s/o too. He doesn’t think it’s right to keep secret from them such an important part of his life and so, one day, he decides to face the issue and talk about it to them. He waits in a tense silence their response, already picturing them taking their things and leaving him forever. However, when he feels their arms around him, he opens wide his eyes, baffled: how can they hate him for this? They know that no one enters in mafia for fun, but because something went really really wrong in their life; they’re pained to know that something in his life went so bad to force him to choose this way. Now, however, they’re together: things will get better.

Formaggio

The first time he met them, they weren’t walking on a nice and safe road. They had been called for a home emergency visit in one of the most dangerous districts of all Naples and they were scared. Well, not randomly: criminals were around and, among them, Formaggio was here too. But, luckily for them, Formaggio was above simple thieves; he saw them, but he didn’t touch or near them. Still, some drunkards did so and, being already nearby, Formaggio intervened, chasing them away. Seeing he wasn’t drunk nor had bad intentions, they agreed on being escorted out of the district and, to thank him for his help, they invited you for a coffee the next day.

What he really didn’t expect was that coffee to turn into a second coffee, then a third, then they finally admitted they were dating and soon after they were moving together. He couldn’t ask for more, they were amazing, patient… and a doctor. This left him surprised, at first, but it wasn’t something that could stop them from being together. It wasn’t, also, like he and his team sent people to them; when they striked, they sent people directly to obituary. Still… he almost feels guilty. His s/o is a so caring person, so sweet and devote to their work… and here he is. He’s the one they hate most, the one who steals the life they try strenuously to save.

He has to tell everything a night when he came back heavily injured. He’s a top elite, but this doesn’t make him invulnerable! While they patch him, worried as hell, he’s finally forced to admit everything. His profession, his life… He’s ready to see them go away, as it always happened. Nothing good lasts long, with him. But his s/o surprised him once more; they didn’t go away and they just told him to be more careful, next time. At his bewildered face, they just say they already suspected something, but this didn’t matter: they knew that Formaggio, deep inside, was a good person and he loved them: this was enough.

Melone

Melone is one who always managed to slide in internships into hospitals. He loves medicine but, alas, he couldn’t ever go to university and actually become what he dreamed to be, a surgeon. So he follows some internships, taking advantage of some documents Illuso or Formaggio stole for him -a favor for a favor- and, during one of these, he met his future s/o, a young, brilliant doctor. Melone was immediately fascinated by their determination, by the passion they had for their work… a curiosity and a devotion he knew well. He tried as much as he could to meet with them and, after a lot of chattings and laughs, they decided to see each other out of the hospital.

That encounter went so well, to Melone’s utter surprise, to turn in a second “date” and so on. He didn’t dare to hope in more than a one night stand, but here they are, together and even talking about living together! He never thought he could have been so happy. They are perfect for him, passionate, smart, extremely intelligent, devote to their work… but here Melone’s enthusiast cracked. They were a doctor… he wasn’t. He wasn’t even a medicine student. He was… an assassin. He killed as job. Would they accept it? He highly doubted it and the fear of rejection and abandonment twisted his guts to no end. He was so anguished that his s/o started to seriously worry about him and this was the moment when Melone understood it was time to reveal the truth.

And so he did, his head low and his words heavy. How would they react? He’s so scared… like never before. He knows he’s going to lose them, as he has lost everything beautiful in his life. His heart is already breaking. Still, he doesn’t hear any scream or accusation or slammed door. Just silence. He slowly lifts his head, finding them still here, looking at him. They ask him to tell them all the story, how he ended up doing what he does, if he enjoys it… and he tells them everything. When he finally finishes, he’s lighter and he feels even better when they just hug him tight, almost protective. Melone has faced many horrors in his life, many prejudices, but he managed not to lose all his light and they love him for this.

Illuso

Illuso has always been the one in charge to steal bandages and medicines, since the paycheck didn’t allow the group to afford enough of them. Passing from mirror to mirror, Illuso could easily sneaking in the hospital and stealing what the group needed, going back in the mirror world: no one ever noticed it. Still, from his safe spot, he observed the hospital life. The patients, the doctors… his future s/o. He noticed them immediately by the sincere passion they had, the strong will and the extreme care they showed to their patient. He was… enhanced by them. He studied their habits and, so, he managed to meet them “casually” when they were out for errands, a bit every day, becoming their acquaintance and, then, friend. After a little, they had their first date and things went better and better.

Illuso always lived in a world that mirrored the reality, manipulating it at his pleasure and advantage. But… he doesn’t like to do it with the person that now is his s/o. They trust him with their life and how he repays them? With lies. He hates it, he hates it so much. Still, he’s scared: his line of work is dangerous and they could end badly, so maybe it’s better to keep them safe and unaware? Or trying and telling them everything? He doesn’t know. He’s battled, he’s full of doubts. In the end, however, he decides to try: they are too important and, if they are together, he wants to be honest with them for one damn time in his life.

And so he calls them, one evening, and settle a meeting. He’s so serious and professional that his s/o seriously fears he’s going to break up with them! But, instead, he tells them a totally different thing. After he has finished, they just sigh, going to sit next to him, revealing too a little secret: they suspected about it since long time. They always saw him in mirrors, crawling behind the corners, his watchful and warm eyes on them. Why do you think they stationed so much around mirrors talking so bluntly about their habits? Illuso is baffled. So do they have a stand too? And really they aren’t bugged by his profession? They just look him in the eyes, serious, caressing his cheeks. Until he’ll be safe, they’ll be happy, they say.

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio was the only one who met them as an actual patient. Once he broke really badly his arm and it couldn’t be fixed at home, as usual, so he had to be carried to the hospital. He was grumpy and nervous all the time and the only one who seemed to manage to handle him was a patient but strong headed doctor who had no qualms in battling Ghiaccio when he was at his grumpiest state. They managed not to make him escape, as he would have surely done with someone else, to take his medicines and just to give himself time to recover. To everyone’s dismay, when Ghiaccio invited them out, grumpily, before being sent home, they said yes.

After a while, they came out as couple. Things weren’t perfect, but from both parts there was enough will to make things work out. Ghiaccio, despite his namesake, is a passionate man, a man of strong feelings and even stronger reactions; he loves his s/o’s stubbornness, both when they have to deal with him both when they have to save a life. And, about their job… he’s proud of them, of course. He sees how much passion and dedication they put in their work. But… they’re so different… he’s an assassin and they a doctor. He takes life and they save people. Basically they fight on opposite parts, like an angel and a demon. Could a love like this last?

He decides to try it all, revealing them what he does for living. He doesn’t shy away, always looking in their eyes: does he fear rejection? He does. It’s the first time since long, long time that he allows himself to grow so attached to someone, so losing them would be devastating. Still, he shows the bravery and stubbornness that made them fall in love with him and, at their questions, he answers sincerely: no, he doesn’t enjoy killing. Yes, he does it for money. Yes, he’d choose again this road, since it was the only one available, when he found himself alone in the past. No, he’d not quit. He can’t leave his squad. And so his s/o just hugs him, accepting him for who you are, asking him, however, to be careful. Now he doesn’t have to be more reckless just because a doctor lives with him!