#valerio packs

[romance-rambles]

concept: in an alternate universe where the three princes arrive in rhodolite after emma leaves, five years after chevalier's coronation, silvio ricci—"mr. secretly a caring brother"—decides to take a stroll around the capital to clear his mind.

he's been trying to find valerio for ages, and he'd briefly thought that maybe his brother is still in rhodolite, but for whatever reason, he can't seem to get any leads. after making the questionable decision to drink, he ends up wandering into the bustling markets of the city.

a pair of brothers catches his gaze. the older one is buying the younger one a treat—and really, they can't be too old. silvio has had little interaction with kids, but he'd guess them to be around the early teens. and it makes him think of how he was never able to do anything like that for valerio.

naturally, in the middle of cursing his brother out, he happens to hear a vaguely familiar voice professing his love for some woman named emma. he has to rub his eyes to make sure he's seeing things right and—

yup, blonde hair, blue eyes. an earring. the face of a man he loathes, though not as much as his mother.

and in front of his kneeling self—

a clearly pregnant woman who looks on, with amusement glittering in her brown eyes as she gracefully accepts the offered rose. silvio thinks he might be going insane.

"emma" then proceeds to pull him up and the lady selling flowers giggles about how wonderful it is that they're so in love. the guy from the stall next door hollers about how, since it's rio, it's to be expected.

they leave and silvio does not follow them.

what silvio does do is go back to his room in the castle and punch the wall, unable to figure out how he should feel about the fact that valerio is married with a kid on the way. one thing's for sure though:

emidio must not know.

so, silvio packs up and leaves for benitoite, and in about two years, even those in rhodolite whisper about how the second prince attempted to commit treason—and admitted, in a fit of rage, that he was the one who sent valerio to die.

(for this, the king begrudgingly thanks silvio and offers to make him king. but silvio pretends he hasn't already found valerio and vows to find him.)

then, silvio returns to rhodolite.

and finds out that the child valerio's wife was carrying was their second child, after a brat who happens to be the splitting image of valerio overhears asking about "rio" and "emma".

this kid is nothing less than a blabbermouth. within thirty minutes, silvio's aware of his history and "rio"'s too. he knows that valerio's second born is a girl, that he's disappointed that neither of his two children look like his wife, and that they'll probably not stop at two kids. he knows that the kid's name is elliott, that he's named to match the first letter of his mom's name—it's the same for his sister, who is named rhys, after his dad.

and yet, despite the fact that being armed with this seemingly useless knowledge comorts him, he's too much of a coward to try and approach valerio. after all, emidio's dead. valerio seems happier than he ever was in the benitoite's court. isn't it selfish to drag valerio back solely for silvio's pride?

(a part of him is also jealous of elliot's long list of uncles, who he suspects to be rhodolite's princes—most frequent are nokto, yves, leon, clavis, and luke. sometimes, jin and licht. chevalier, surprisingly, does ask after him and rhys, but never visits. sariel keeps tabs on them, just in case)

so he runs before his sister-in-law arrives to take elliot home.

and rinse and repeat. days bleed into weeks and he's not keen about letting them bleed into months, even if he views elliott as a "second chance."

but he doesn't have to.

valerio comes to him.

apparently, he's seen silvio hanging around his son. his wife is delighted that elliott's made a friend, even if he is older than she'd hoped for, and also a bit concerned about silvio's identity, so she wanted to invite him to dinner.

unfortunately, elliott told rio about how silvio once told him to cherish and protect his sister. he said that he couldn't protect his brother from getting hurt, and that he hopes valerio is happy.

the names are what tipped rio off.

there was other identifying information too, but rio already had his memories. the names were all he needed.

you see, he'd started having an inkling of his identity when emma was belle. he'd been pouring over some texts about benitoite and he thought some of it felt strangely familiar. but he kept those thoughts hidden because he was afraid of letting emma know. it was when emidio was arrested that his memoried fully started coming back.

[we now take a brief intermission to talk about how rio married the love of his life:

emma, whilst fretting over her uncontrollable feelings, is looking at the "engagement ring". rio comes in, and for a moment, they simply stare at each other.

then rio correctly guesses that this is something he had on him before. emma confides in him that she thinks it's an engagement ring, which causes rio to realize why she would push him away.

he tells her that he has no interest in returning home. he wanted to die, after all. it's likely nothing was waiting for him. and, if it is an engagement ring, he probably bought it because he knew he'd be meeting the love of his life soon (this makes her hit him on the shoulder). rio thinks he likely wasn't engaged at all.

this causes emma to decide that she wants to be selfish, even if it means living with that kind of guilt.

the rest is history.]

rio: "i really don't want you to meet emma...what if you fall in love with her? she's so pretty, i can see it happening."

silvio: "huh? why would—"

rio: "...but i need someone to testify that i wasn't engaged before i lost my memories. i didn't have a lover either. my wife's been holding onto this misconception, so i want to clear it up immediately."

silvio takes it for the olive branch it is. everyone and their grandmothers know that he's been searching for valerio. it's really no surprise that rio would realize his intentions.

the next night, he joins rio and his family for dinner. silvio brings flowers for emma and gifts for each of the munchkins, and for rio, he shoves a bottle of wine at him. his reddened ears don't have the luxury of returning to normal because elliott starts pointing out how his ears are super red. they have an enjoyable dinner, after which emma reintroduces herself as his sister-in-law and they confirm that they'll hold off on telling elliott, like silvio wants them to.

silvio is a coward though, so he tells elliott on literally the last day of his stay in rhodolite. elliott makes him promise to come back soon, and rio and emma, who are there to pick elliott up, reveal that they might go visit silvio instead.

[this is because someone manages to spill silvio's secret to the king. which means rio would need to establish himself to better protect his family.]

[ligtas]

Location: Valerio’s Bakeshop ( his mom’s bakery in Midtown )

The bakery was full of chatter, the smell of freshly baked bread, and people filling up their trays with The Goods™. Just as colorful rice cakes, sweet pastries, savory buns, and other traditional Filipino baked goods flew off the shelves, a small lady with greying hair and surprising mobility restocked the shelves just as fast. At the register, Val was finishing up with the latest customer, handing over a neatly packed bag of warm bread with an even warmer smile and a “Salamat po.”

The soft chime of the front door’s hanging bell caught his attention, making him glance up. “Hey there, welcome in!” he called out, his smile widening as he leaned against the counter. “Can I help you with anything? Need any recommendations? The pan de sal’s fresh out of the oven, still nice and warm!”

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Ur good 🗞 anon I don't have a problem with it :))) also I'm sending u a red eye (drip coffee w a shot of Espresso in it) it is the fuel that keeps blue collar guys going

ALSO ALSO IM STILL FERAL OVER GENDERBENT 141 FUCK WOMENNNNNN

-🔪

I love how you 2 are having a love affair in my asks

speaking of Genderbent!141,

Let me use highjack this ask to cook up something good:

Genderbent!Los Vaqueros (and everyone else).

(this is especially for @lyralein and their promise to draw me Alejandra and Rosario)

Alejandra Vargas has the longest, prettiest hair for someone who spends their time with it TIED IN A DAMN HIGH PONYTAIL???? She 100% wears SOOOO much hair gel to keep it slick and from having flyaways while in the field but that means it exposes her widow's peak and big ass fivehead. She's very used to being underestimated (just like Jane Price) but she has natural scary dog privilege and even her smirks and smiles look evil, so her subordinates Know Better™️. Also, she's tall as all hell, just like Simone. Fuck you mean she's 5ft10???? She serves cunt everywhere she goes when off-duty.

Rosario "Rosa" Parra has a curly bob and has the longest prettiest eyelashes. Does it pass regulation? No. But are you gonna go tell the Colonel's best friend to fix her hair, cut it? No. Exactly. Now get out of her face before SgtMj Parra makes you run drills. She and Alejandra have MATCHING tattoos that they got after the betrayal of their teammates who were on the cartel's payroll (like Valerio Garza). I'm entirely convinced her and Alejandra have gossip sessions over coffee when doing paperwork.

Valerio Garza is 100% such a fucking papi chulo. You know it, I know it. Man's got the most beautiful brown eyes, thickest brows, and the nastiest little smug smirk on his lips at all times. Has a shaggy little hairstyle that just makes him look like SUCH a fuckboy and a 5 o'clock shadow. Man's tall as all hell and I just KNOW he's got a fucking scorpion tattooed in his forearm. Just trust me on this.

Patricia Graves (yes I know Philipa exists but I don't like it for him bc it's not 'common' the way 'Philip' is common for men) is such a fucking bitch. I'm sorry, but she is. (to me, Philip's actions just become even more inexcusable when she's a woman like????) Anyways. Has the sleekest light brown hair but she gets it lightened to blonde because she can. Who's gonna stop her? Wears her hair cut into a lob (long bob) and unironically loves cowboy boots when she's out of uniform.

Alexa Keller is ready to fuck shit up at a moment's notice. Give her a time and a place and she WILL show up, drop some bodies, and leave without a word. Tall and strong, but not as beefy as Soap. Especially top-heavy. I'm convinced she binds her chest with bandages in order to fasten her vest on properly. Has a layered bob and carries bobby pins in her pack/pockets so she can keep pinning it back, on TOP of already carrying hair-ties around her wrists. At one point, Faris teaches her how to tie a scarf to keep it off her face.

Faris Karim is, I hate to say it, tall and on the skinny side. The ULF is a freedom fighting group and he's spent much time in prison, so, he's not as 'well developed' as many soldiers would be. Nonetheless, he's a good leader and makes up for his lesser build with determination. Has a beard that he cannot keep up with more often than not so he shaves it off when it gets too long, and keeps his hair in a combover or quiff.

Christopher "Chris" Laswell is, point blank, tall and slightly pudgy, used to being behind a desk, writing reports and fucking people up with words more than with fists. That being said, piss him off hard enough and he'll have you on your ass. Has an Ivy League cut with a side part and is either PERFECTLY clean-shaven or has the THICKEST beard you've ever seen. (I was gonna 'pick' a mustache only but then he'd look like Alex Keller too much)

Natasha is, I hate to say it, the most stereotypical Russian woman you've ever met... minus the blonde hair. She has the beautiful waves, she has the red lipstick and the heavy make-up, she has the expensive fur coats, and dresses and heels, and all the jewelry. Is it practical? No. But she's a CEO and a forced to be reckoned and there's nothing stopping her.

[ More Genderbent!COD ]

[akirakan]

POWER RANGERS PRIME #2 CVR A MORA

BOOM! STUDIOS

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(W) Melissa Flores (A) Michael Yg (CA) Dan Mora

The new morphinominal era continues in the second action-packed issue of Power Rangers Prime!

Conflicts emerge around a fugitive Ranger, drawing in another iconic team and setting up a world-colliding crossover that fans have been theorizing about for years!

Meanwhile, a fan favorite villain has uncovered the remnants of a Samuraizer… and the latent Morphin energy could unleash a power unlike anything this universe has ever seen…

In Shops: Dec 18, 2024

[inkymers007]

Flowers and Masks (Part 1)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland (Specifically the Glorious Masquerade event) Genre: Fantasy Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1,354 A/N: This series gonna be posted whenever. There's no specific time I have for this I just wanted to post this for fun. And since the events going on I figured it'd be perfect timing. :3 Also good luck to anyone pulling for the event!

“Okay I’ll go over it again,” The black haired vice housewarden explained. “Towels are on the second shelf. Your comb is in the box beneath that, next to the hair dryer.”

“Uh huh,” The white haired boy said as he nodded along. All with a smile on his face.

“There’s medicine for headaches and stomach issues in the first aid kit. Other medicine is in the chest of drawers, top drawer.”

“Got it!” “I put out some spare soap, but if you need more it’s in…”

His voice droned on and on. It was like a parent reminding their child to do their chores, because they were going away on a trip. Which was true, the vice housewarden was going on a trip. He was going to Fleur City to go to a social gathering. Meeting other mages at the smaller school of Nobel Bell College. It was especially exciting because around this time there was a festival that happened once a year. However he wasn’t talking to a child. No, he was talking to his housewarden who was looking at him with wide eyed attentiveness. However the red haired man sitting in the same room thought otherwise. Sure his housewarden wasn’t the smartest man alive, but he was still capable at times.

“Jamil, he’s not a child,” The redhead groaned. “Kalim can handle himself just fine.”

“Augh, I’m just worried!” *Jamil said. He then put both his hands on Kalim’s shoulder’s. “Are you really going to be okay on your own for three days?”

“Don’t be such a worrywart, Jamil!” Kalim chuckled. “Nothing’s gonna happen. And if something does happen, the rest of the guys in Scarabia will be there to help. It’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, I mean you did give all of them a manual,” The redhead added.

“See we’re good,” Kalim said with a smile. However his smile soon faded into a frown. “Although I wish I could’ve gone to Fleur City with you and Valerio. The name alone makes it sound beautiful. Aren’t you two excited?”

His smile then returned in the matter of seconds as he beamed at both his fellow classmates. “This is a chance to make friends from other schools. You two lucked out big time!”

“Yeah maybe we’ll even find Jamil a girlfriend or something,” Valerio chuckled.

“You think so?” Kalim asked excitedly.

“I doubt it,” Jamil spat as he glared at Valerio. “One single social wouldn’t be enough to form any meaningful friendships. Let alone a relationship.”

“You never know~” Valerio playfully teased. Smirking as he was immune to Jamil’s glares by this point.

“Although I am looking forward to touring somewhere new,” Jamil remarked. There was a smile on his face as he spoke.

“Yeah there you go! I’ll be super happy if you two enjoyed yourselves. Tell me all about it when you two get back,” Kalim beamed.

“Don’t worry we will. I’ll even bring you back something,” Valerio smiled

“Really?” 

“Really, Really.”

“Thanks, Val! You’re the best.”

“Anyways,” Jamil interrupted. “Please be careful, and don’t get injured or sick while I’m away.”

“Sure thing!” Kalim grinned.

“All right, let’s go over it one more time. Towels are on the left…” Jamil started.

“Again!?” Kalim yelled.

Valerio let out a groan as he rolled his eyes. Not wanting to hear Jamil go through this for the millionth time; he got up and headed to his room to pack. As the redhead traversed through the halls he could hear the groans of his fellow dormmates about Jamil’s manual. A part of him was lucky that he got picked to go on this trip. Otherwise he would have to read the endless pages of rules and instructions. The mere thought of it made Valerio shudder as he finally got to his room. He opened the door and was expecting to see the room empty. However, there was a student sitting on top of his bed holding one of the pillows. If it was a Scarbia student it wouldn’t have been out of the ordinary, but the brunette was from Octavinelle. Thankfully Valerio knew the person, but that didn’t quell his confusion. Their cyan eyes landed onto Valerio and they smiled at him.

“What’s up, Val?” The student asked.

“Nothing much, but what are you doing here Salem?” Valerio asked.

“Floyd and Jade are tearing up the Mostro Longue because they were mad that they didn’t get picked. So I thought I’d come here to get out of the crossfire.”

Valerio nodded in understanding. He had forgotten how violent the twins could be sometimes. He then moved to his bed to get his suitcase out from under it. 

“Well, I’ll be here packing for that trip. Hope you don’t mind,” Valerio said as he turned his back on Salem and opened up his closet. Revealing a wide array of Scarabia uniforms.

“You still haven’t packed yet?” Salem asked in disbelief.

“No, I was helping Jamil organize everything for Kalim.”

“Ohhh… Well Azul’s practically got everything packed down to the letter.”

“Of course he has,” Valerio slightly rolled his eyes at the mention of Azul. “Always prepared for anything.”

“Yeah… but hey maybe on this trip you two can finally kiss or something.”

That made Valerio’s face heat up. Him and Azul… kissing? To be fair he has thought of things like that. As much as Valerio hates to admit it. However, he knows that it’ll never happen. After all Azul hates him and is only teasing him because Valerio’s done it countless times before. So there’s no way he’d actually do it… right?

“D-don’t be ridiculous Salem that won’t happen,” Valerio dismissed as he packed a school uniform into his suitcase.

“Oh come on, Val, you two have been practically flirting with each other for a year and a half,” Salem insisted.

“Speaking of flirting, how's your flirting going?” Valerio asked. A bit of tease was in his voice, but really he wanted to change the subject.

Now it was Salem’s turn to blush profusely. They instantly dropped the pillow and waved their arms around.

“W-well it’s just that… well you know… I… haven’t done it yet,” Salem muttered. Looking away in shame.

“Did you get cold feet again?” Valerio guessed.

“Wha- no! He was just really busy and I-I didn’t want to bother him is all!” Salem stammered, but they still weren’t looking at Valerio.

“Uh-huh.”

“Ok, as his childhood friend you should know how busy Vil is. Imagine you're in a conversation and someone walks up to you and is like, ‘hey baby what’s up?’ Like that’s so incredibly rude. He already thinks Octavinelle’s shady anyways. I don't want him to think I’m rude on top of that. And it would’ve been even more awkward if I was just standing there. Actually not only would it have been awkward, it would've been a bit creepy as well. I mean could you imagine…”

That was the second time today that Valerio has heard someone ramble. However this one he couldn’t escape from it. Not that he minded since he found that Salem’s ramblings could be amusing at times. Despite the onslaught of words the Octavinelle student was saying there were a few words that stuck to his mind.

“Maybe on this trip you two can finally kiss or something.”

Those words replayed in his mind. All while a scene flashed before him. The two of them standing in a plaza of flowers. His beloved rival standing in front of him, his gray eyes looking at Valerio with love and adoration. The smirk he usually wore was replaced with a smile. A genuine warm smile that made Valerio’s heart swell. He would hold Valerio close and whisper sweet nothings into Valerio’s ear. The oranges and reds of the sky only made the scene more romantic and warm. 

Valerio shook off that scene from his mind and regained his focus on packing. However the thought still plagued his mind. Occasionally popping up here and there.  Maybe it was the hopeless romantic in him, but… he wouldn’t mind if the social ended with a kiss or… Something else…

[marble-hand]

[ manny jacinto, cis-man, he/him ] Look who just landed! VALERIO “VAL” DIZON, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as FORCE LEADER of THE OVERSEERS. The city has plenty of spots for a 34 year old HEXTECH USER like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE MARBLE HAND, being RIGHTEOUS and CREDULOUS.

OOC INFO

OOC: Jun, PT, any pronouns/siya

Muse’s Name(s): Valerio “Val” Dizon

Tagging System: Below

Interview: Here

STATISTICS

Full Name: Valerio Dizon

Nickname: Val

Date of Birth: October 4, 2371

Gender: Cis-man

Pronouns: He/him

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Romantic Orientation: Panromantic

Current Age: 34

Modification: Hextech User – White Titanium Gauntlets AKA The Marble Hands

Affiliation: The Overseers

Birthplace: Marwar District, New Jakarta

Current Neighbourhood: Sora, New Jakarta

Occupation: Force Leader of The Overseers

Known Languages: Tagalog (native), English (native), Mandarin (conversational), Bahasa Indonesian (conversational), Japanese (conversational)

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Manny Jacinto

Height: 5'11"

Eye Colour: Dark brown

Hair Colour: Black

Clothing Style: Usually in uniform, otherwise minimal, clean, and comfy a la Scandinavian Minimalist core 

Jewellery: Multiple rings to fidget with if he’s not wearing his gauntlets, but very deliberately keeps his ring finger free

Tattoos: N/A

Marks/Scars: A few burn scars from his time in the bakery, numerous scars from front-line duty, and a larger scar on this back that he got during “training” when he first got recruited into the Overseers

Modifications: Hextech user

Scent/Fragrance: Like freshly baked bread

FAVOURITES

Likes: Any sort of freshly baked bread or pastry, Filipino drink desserts, a good time in karaoke

Dislikes: Criminals with no remorse, disorderly conduct, people who leave less than 5 star reviews about his mom’s bakery 

Hobbies: Basketball, baking, recipe development

Habits: Fidgeting with rings or the crystals on his gauntlets, code-switching between more casual and formal talk off/on duty

One Cherished Item: A personalized apron and oven mitt set from Santi for their six month anniversary

BIOGRAPHY

Always "Val," and never "Valerio Dizon"—unless it was his mother scolding him for staying out too late. Val was the kind of guy who made people feel at ease. Popular, good-natured, the one who’d help walk an old lady across the street without a second thought or share his lunch with a classmate who’d forgotten theirs. Up until high school, he never aspired to be anything more than what he was, a regular kid with a decent life in New Jakarta’s Marwar District.

Born to a single mother who ran the family bakery, Valerio’s Bake Shop, Val’s life followed a comfortable, if predictable, routine. The bakery was a local favorite, known for its warm, flaky pastries and the kind smile his mother greeted everyone with. For Val, the future seemed simple: he’d take over the bakery, maybe work part-time during college, and continue the family tradition. Ambition wasn’t something that had crossed his mind. Why would it? Life was normal. It was fine.

But even in his laid-back existence, he held an unwavering belief in justice. Though he was one of the popular kids, Val always made sure everyone was included, that no one felt left out. He’d step in when the neighborhood kids got too rough, making them apologize if they bumped into someone. Laws and order kept life safe, and that’s how Val liked it. Stable. Secure.

Until it wasn’t.

The robbery was a shock. A bakery of all places. The desperation in New Jakarta was growing, people were hungry—not just for food, but for survival. Val remembers running home, heart pounding, fearing the worst. The storefront window was shattered, glass littering the sidewalk, but his mother, though shaken, was unharmed. Relief washed over him, but reality punched him straight in the face—their safety had been an illusion, a fragile thing easily broken as the bakery’s window.

At the scene, Val’s eyes were drawn to an Overseer, an imposing figure clad in sleek armor, weapons glowing with the eerie light of Hextech crystals. The Overseer moved with authority, surveying the damage with a calm, focused demeanor. Val had never seen anything like it. The man approached him, asked if he was the owner’s son. When Val nodded, the Overseer placed a heavy, gloved hand on his shoulder. “Be strong,” he said, his voice steady. “Protect your mother. We won’t always be here.”

Those words struck something deep within Val. The Overseer’s presence, the power he wielded, and the responsibility he bore—it all crystallized in Val’s mind. He wanted to be strong enough to protect those he loved, to uphold the laws that kept people safe. For the first time, Val felt a drive, a purpose that went beyond the bakery and the simple life he’d always imagined.

From that day on, Val’s path shifted. With less than a year before his high school graduation, he poured himself into his studies, especially anything that would help him understand the law, justice, and the workings of the city. He trained his body, pushing himself to physical limits he’d never considered before. His mother supported him, proud of his newfound determination, even if it meant a different, bigger, future than she’d envisioned.

Val joined the Overseers as soon as he was able, climbing the ranks with a mix of hard work, innate talent, and that fierce belief in justice that had always been a part of him. He specialized in Hextech weaponry, just like the man he admired all those years ago. His titanium white gauntlets becoming his signature, earning him the nickname “The Marble Hand.”

Despite his rise, Val never lost that good-natured, approachable side. He was known for his fairness, his refusal to bend the rules, but also for his empathy. He argued for mercy when he believed people were victims of circumstance, remembering his own past and the desperation he had seen in the eyes of those who had turned to crime.

Now, as the Force Leader of the Overseers, Val is in a position of power he never sought but fully embraced. He sees himself in the new recruits, those young, eager faces that remind him of the boy he once was—the one who had no real ambition until the day his world was shaken. Val takes it upon himself to mentor them, to instill in them the same belief in justice that drives him. He’s seen the darkness in the city, but he’s also seen the light, and he’s determined to guide the next generation of law enforcers, and anyone else he can bring along, towards that light.

RELATIONSHIPS AND CONNECTIONS (More TBA)

Mother - Marigold Santos Dizon

Val had always admired his mom. Growing up, he was a bit of a brat—he can admit that now—but looking back, he feels a little sorry for the way he acted. It wasn’t until he got older that he realized the situation they were in: a single mom running a bakery by herself, keeping everything together with sheer willpower and ungodly early mornings. Val remembers how she would wake up at 3 or 4 in the morning to get the day’s stock of baked goods going, a routine that seemed as natural to her as breathing.

By the time Val was in high school, he couldn’t just watch her do it all alone. He started getting up early too, helping her out before heading off to practice. It wasn’t much, but he wanted to do his part. Those early mornings taught him perseverance, a trait he knows he inherited from her.

Now, as he climbs the ranks in the Overseers and dreams of a better future for both himself and the city, he wishes he could do more for her. Val hopes to see her retire soon, but he wonders if she could really let go of the bakery. It’s been her life’s work, her pride. Would she find fulfillment in retirement, or would she miss the routine, the sense of purpose it gave her?

One thing Val does know, however, is that she keeps asking when he’s going to get married. She says it doesn’t matter who, as long as he’s happy. Val finds her persistence amusing and endearing, a reminder that no matter how much his life changes, some things—like his mom’s unconditional love and prized pandesal recipe—will always stay the same.

Boyfriend - Santi Amarin-Zhao

The words were already spilling out of his mouth before he could think. He had just finished a routine line of questioning, and before Val knew it, his next question had him asking out New Jakarta’s most eligible bachelor and X Academy’s CEO on a date. Val’s heart nearly stopped as he realized what he’d done—he’d never fumbled like that before when asking someone out. He was about to apologize, to take it back, but then Santi said, “Sure.” Just like that. 

They’ve gone on quite a few dates since then, and Val likes to think they’re going steady, exclusive even. But he can’t help noticing the walls Santi has put up. Their relationship isn’t public, Santi avoids any kind of PDA, and sometimes he feels just out of reach, even during late nights when it’s just the two of them in bed. It’s like Santi’s there, but not fully there.

Still, it doesn’t shake Val’s faith in him. He trusts Santi. They both want the same thing, right? For this city to be better, safer. Val tells himself that’s enough, even if getting closer to Santi feels like trying to touch something through glass.

[xbalayage]

could I request “i hate them. i hate them, with their voice, and their perfect hair, and their deep eyes, and …” from the prompt list with silvio?

Silvio/Reader [His POV] Fluff WC: 968 A/N: This is a sequel to another fic I wrote called Bastard. I suggest reading that one first before this one. :)

I had returned home to Benitoite; I did what I needed to do for the old fart and didn't have anythin' much to report on. Truth be told, I saw and heard a couple things: like that woman definitely being Belle and the previous King was dead or I had finally found Valerio after all these years - but I hate the man enough to not tell him any of it. He can get his own hands dirty and figure that shit out. I'm not his damn dog. And of course he wasn't happy about it.

But it's been a month now, and I don't even get why I've been countin' down the days since I last saw you. I didn't even understand why that bothered me so much. I tried biding my time with my usual pleasures; but just like before, it never quenched the internal longing I kept feelin'. I'd drink alcohol like it was water, I'd chug water till the very last drop, spent time with any ol' woman or lady who'd bend over backwards for my time and attention. I'd rain them with my vast amount of wealth and they'd wag their tails happily, wantin' nothing more than to warm my bed at night.

It was never enough, I felt sick to my stomach and repulsed. I could never take enough showers to wipe their filthy marks from my body, never lettin' them stay past the night either. And fucking try as I might, my mind was still on you.

Ugh, I hate her. I hate her, with her voice, and her perfect hair, and her deep eyes, and ... shit, just get out of my head! You weren't even here and you were annoying the crap out of me! But -- is that what it was? I took a good long look in the mirror, I had a talk with my inner self and I realized something. This was fucking stupid.

I packed my shit and hopped onto one of my ships and set sail back to Rhodolite. I knew where you'd be, I'd bet my entire fortune on it. It took a while but the second my eyes set sight on the land known for their roses, my heart started to pick up in pace. Why's my stupid heart racin' the closer I get to seeing you? What I'm feelin' couldn't possibly ... no, it can't be. While in town, I decided to spend some money into the Rhodolite economy and buy roses. I wanted to buy more but my heart stopped the second I saw you from the corner of my eye. Finally, there you were.

And it's almost like you noticed me too, because those deep eyes met mine; ah shit, why's my face burning up and my hands gettin' all clammy now!? I couldn't find it in me to move, but you made that decision for me as your bright smile raced over until you were right in front of me. You... were right in front of me.

"Hello, Prince Silvio! What're you doing here in Rhodolite?" your voice was as sweet as I kept imagining it for a month straight. But before I could respond, you noticed the bouquet of roses in my hands. "What are the roses for?" Ah, I couldn't say they were for you. How would that make me look?

"It's not like I thought about ya or anythin', don't be gettin' the wrong idea. I just happened to have these with me when I ran into you. And I don't need them anymore. Here." I was quick to push them into your arms so you couldn't say no. They weren't gems or anything, this was the best I could get last minute and they were freshly picked. I couldn't comprehend how your eyes began to shine at the sight of them; I offered an easy smile. I missed you smiling at me like that. "Take care of 'em, will ya?"

"They're so beautiful! But why are you giving these to me?" Damn it, don't make me say it while lookin' at me all doe-eyed! Just when I thought I had the heat on my cheeks under control too. You're just too adorable, huh?

"Like I said, I just had 'em and it was just luck that you showed up. So I thought they'd do better with you than with me. Plus they suit ya, I'm not much of a roses guy. And--" I gave pause, just staring at you for a second, trying to find the words I wanted to say next. I closed my eyes to gather the courage. "I'm sorry, a'right? About.. before. I didn't mean it, and I wasn't tryna make you upset."

You looked at me dumbfounded like that was the last thing you expected to leave my mouth. I can't say I blame ya, I was outta line. I just want ya to forgive me, I don't think I could take another month not being around you. And as if you were reading my mind, you responded with that sickly sweet smile. "I didn't think you remembered or that it even mattered. I didn't expect that of you," you paused to smell the roses before continuing, "I accept your apology, Prince Silvio."

I smiled, genuinely smiled. You've got me wrapped around your little finger, don't you? "So, what do you say 'bout me takin' you out? I'm not in town for long, how about it?"

This heart racing feeling must've meant something because it never stopped the moment I was with you. It persisted the entire time too. My heart felt lighter however, my throat didn't feel as painful anymore too. Heh, is this what love felt like? I wouldn't question it for now - just being able to see ya again was enough.

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[ manny jacinto, cis-man, he/him ] Look who just landed! VALERIO “VAL” DIZON, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as FORCE LEADER of THE OVERSEERS. The city has plenty of spots for a 34 year old HEXTECH USER like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE MARBLE HAND, being RIGHTEOUS and CREDULOUS. ( jun, 30, PT, removed for discretion )

00000 - - INTERVIEW INCOMING - - - 001

001101 1- - ARE you A LOCAL OF MARS OR HAVE you LANDED HERE RECENTLY? WHAT IS your OPINION OF THE CITY OF NEW JAKARTA? - 00011011

Val settles into the chair in the interview chamber, hands folded, his white titanium gauntlets a stark contrast against the dark metal of the table. Across from him, the new recruit fidgets with the holographic console, her fingers slightly trembling. Val’s gaze softens with a touch of nostalgia. He remembers being in her very position, the first time he had to do these interviews. The young woman reminds him of himself at the beginning of his journey—full of potential but facing the daunting task of learning the ropes.

“Take your time,” Val says, hoping to calm the girl’s nerves. “This is your chance to get a feel for the process and learn. No need to rush. This is just practice.”

The recruit nods, taking a deep breath before starting. Her voice shakes a little as she asks, “Are you a local of Mars or have you just arrived? What’s your opinion of NEW JAKARTA?”

Val leans back in the chair, crossing his arms as a small, almost nostalgic smile plays on his lips at hearing the question. “Definitely a local. Haven’t you heard about me? It’s always ‘Val,’ never ‘Valerio Dizon’—unless it’s my mother calling me home for dinner… or I’m in major trouble,” he starts with a bit of a joke to hopefully lighten the mood. “Born and bred in the MAWAR DISTRICT. Can’t say I’ve ever thought of living anywhere else.”

He glances at the recruit, catching the slight tension still in her posture. It takes him back to his early days, back when he was the one trying to make a good impression, trying to prove he belonged.

“New Jakarta’s rough, sure. But it’s got a pulse, a kind of rhythm you can’t find anywhere else. It’s the kind of place that teaches you things, about survival, about people. And yeah, it can be brutal, but there’s beauty in it too. You just have to know where to look.”

He watches the recruit jot down notes, and for a moment, he sees himself in that youthful eagerness, the belief that they could change the world.

0101022 - - ARE you AWARE OF THE CRIMINAL CIRCUIT OF NEW JAKARTA? WOULD you BE WILLING TO INFORM THE OVERSEERS IF you SEE ANYTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY? - 001200

Val’s expression hardens, just a fraction. “Aware? I grew up with it. You couldn’t throw a stone in Mawar without hitting someone with ties to the underworld.” There isn’t any bitterness in his voice, just a matter-of-fact clarity. “But here’s the thing—people aren’t inherently bad. I’ve seen good people make bad choices because they didn’t see any other way out.”

He leans forward slightly, meeting the recruit’s eyes. “That’s why we’re here, why we do what we do. To give people another option. And yes, if I see something off, I’ll report it. It’s our duty to keep this city from eating itself alive.”

The recruit nods, a little more confident now, and Val can’t help but feel a spark of hope. Maybe this one will make it. Maybe they’ll be the kind of Overseer who remembers why they joined in the first place.

000111311 - - HAVE you BEEN TESTED FOR ANY TRACES OF SIGHIR? HAVE your TESTS ON THE VIRUSES COME BACK CLEAN? - 0012133

She looks up, her voice laced with a hint of hesitancy as she asks the next question. Val doesn’t blame her. Just hearing the word “SIGHIR” ruffles people’s feathers these days. “Have you been tested for traces of SIGHIR? Are your tests clear of any viruses?”

Val laughs softly to try and break the tension again. He shakes his head with a knowing smile. “Tested more times than I can count. You’ll experience it soon enough. But yeah, nothing out of the ordinary. Clean, every time.”

He watches the recruit relax, just a bit, and makes it a point to add with a hint of seriousness, “But don’t let that make you complacent. The tests are important. This job will expose you to some crazy shit, and you need to be ready for that.”

0113114 - - DO your HAVE ANYTHING TO DECLARE? WEAPONS, AUGMENTATIONS, MECHANICAL PARTS OR AI-RELATED APERTURE? - 0012444

The recruit glances up, a look of relief on her face when she realizes she has reached the final question: “Do you have any weapons, augmentations, mechanical parts, or AI-related equipment that you need to declare?”

Val stretches out his arms, showing the gauntlets that have become almost a part of him over the years. “Just these—my Marble Hands. HEXTECH gauntlets, titanium white. They’ve been with me for years, and I trust them with my life.”

He pauses, letting the recruit get the details down before continuing, “No augments or AI. I believe in relying on whatever got you this far—your instincts, your training. That’s what keeps you grounded.”

As Val speaks, he reflects on how far he’s come from his early days in Marwar, wandering with no purpose, to becoming an Overseer, training the next generation and protecting this city’s people. His own path has been shaped by the lessons he’s learned along the way, and he hopes to pass on that knowledge to the new recruit.

There’s a quiet moment as the recruit finishes, and Val nods, a small gesture of approval. “You’re doing good work here,” he says, his voice steady and reassuring. “Keep at it, and remember why you started. That’ll carry you further than any tech ever could.”

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Vangeance Is The Meal Of the Powerless ~ snippet of chapter 1

"Have you got everything?" I shouted from the bathroom, where I was trying to tame my red curls. "Everything's packed." Talon yelled back. My Vigor was changing in the bedroom while I took one last look at my creation in the mirror. Since I was back at Talon's side, I was bubbling with new energy, which was clearly visible on my face. My yellow eyes no longer looked lifeless, my skin was soft and there was no sign of fatigue. In all the years I had spent alone, I had completely forgotten what it felt like to be happy.

And I was happy. "Kitten, we should go slowly, you know how much he hates to wait." Came Talon calling me. He was standing in the doorway. He wore his dark hair loose, making his red eyes stand out. A short-sleeved black shirt sat against his muscular torso, thanks to which I could see his beautiful, well-built arms that gave me warmth every night. His long legs were tucked into loose, slightly ripped jeans. To bring everything together beautifully, he wore thick, black boots on his feet that reached just a little above his ankles. My Vigor noticed my wandering eyes, for his chocolate smell became sweeter as he asked in a low voice, "Do you like what you see?" In response, I mimicked a cat purring lightly, which made him laugh. He then slowly approached me to place his hands on my hips. He easily lifted me onto the sink and stood between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and didn't hesitate to press my lips to his. He snuggled closer and moaned lightly into my lips as my fingers stroked through his curls. My legs found their place around his waist. When he noticed, I felt him smirk slightly. My lips parted from his as I said softly, "We should go, you know how he hates to wait." Talon's disappointed expression quickly turned into a playful grin. "Let him learn to be more patient," he said. Effortlessly, he picked me up from the sink and made his way to our bedroom, never separating his lips from mine. I lived for moments like this, for the moments when the world around us no longer mattered. It was just me and my Vigor until there was a knock at the door. We had made it to the door of the bedroom when we were torn from our world. With me still in his arms, Talon called out, "Who's there?" "Chi cazzo credi che sia?" called an all too familiar and irritated voice from behind the door. Talon walked further into the room and shouted, "You must have gotten the door wrong." I swallowed my laughter and let Talon drop me onto the bed, where he then slowly climbed over me. His lips were almost back on mine when the voice called out again, "If I set the house on fire, I'm sure it'll help you remember." Talon and I froze. His gaze drifted to me. The smell of burning flooded my nose and I jumped off the bed, startled. "We're coming! We're coming!" I said quickly and opened the door. Valerio stood in front of me with a very smug smile on his face. The white eyes looking down at me were kind despite his brimming arrogance, but I saw sadness in them. Since our last meeting, he had let his straight black strands grow so that they now covered his ears. He was once again wearing a long black coat, a blood-red shirt underneath and tight jeans. "Good morning," he said to me.

I looked past him, expecting to see someone with him, but his vigor was nowhere to be seen. It seemed strange to me that he was going anywhere without Leroy. Their bond was even stronger than normal Vigors. Leroy was the air that Valerio breathed. Valerio was the rhythm in which Leroy's heart beat. "Are you looking for something in particular?" the fullblood asked me. I felt an arm around my shoulders and the delicious smell of chocolate emanating from Talon. "She's probably looking for your tact," he joked. Valerio raised an eyebrow and countered with, "I guess it's with your punctuality."

Talon laughed delightedly and said, "Touché, my friend." Now the fullblood furrowed his brow and asked in confusion, "Did you just insult me?" I smiled in amusement and moved away to get our suitcases. I could still hear Talon trying to explain the meaning of touché to him.

~~~

"Chi cazzo credi che sia?" = "Who the fuck do you think it is?"

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Stranger Things: Tales From Hawkins #3 by Jody Houser and Sunando C. Cover by Marc Aspinall. Variant covers by (2) Keyla Valerio, (3) Liana Kangas and (4) Elisa Romboli. Out in August.

"Robin Buckley is always trying to mask her true self in the rural town of Hawkins as she coasts through days packed full of boring classes and band practice. That all changes when a love-struck Robin can't help but take on the role of director for a school project in an effort to get her crush Tammy's attention. She's determined to convey her deeper feelings through her script, even if she has no idea how it should end."

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CONTACT INFORMATION

Valerio, Ashley Joyce Mercado

Sta Lucia Phs2 Magalang Pampanga

Philippines

(+63)928 7241 758

valerioasleyjoyce@gmail.com

DRAMA/SCRIPT

CAST OF CHARACTER

• MOM - The caring mother who is always excited anywhere just to encourage her family’s enjoyment.

•DAD - The father who will always be the supportive and playful dad in their family just to make his family happy.

• SARAH- The energetic and curious little girl in the story, get scared easily and enjoys the adventure with her family.

• CHEF- The talented cooker who prepares delicious meal for the family.

• TOUR GUIDE- The helpful guide who always assists the family on their vacation.

TIME AND SETTINGS

TIME

•Sunny day

• Evening Falls

SETTINGS

• Beach

SYPNOSIS

•The story follows a family consisting of Mom, Dad, and their young daughter, Sarah, as they embark on a beach vacation. Excited for their adventure, they pack their essentials and head to the beach. Along the way, they encounter magical elements such as dancing and singing trees, which both amuse and surprise them. As they explore further, Sarah experiences a moment of panic when something tickles her feet, only to discover it's just a tiny shell. Throughout the day, they enjoy the delights of the beach, including the sweet aroma of coconuts and a delicious dinner prepared by a talented chef. As the evening approaches, they express their gratitude to their tour guide for a memorable vacation before heading home, cherishing the magical moments they shared together.

Magical Vacation

[Scene: A sunny day(THERMAL) in the beach. The family(SYNEDOCHE), consisting of Mom, Dad, and their little girl, Sarah, are packing their beach essentials.]

Mom: (excitedly) Alright everyone, are we ready for our beach adventure?

Dad: Absolutely! I can't wait to feel the sand between my toes.

Sarah: (jumping up and down) Yay! I want to build sandcastles and collect seashells!

[The family heads to the beach and they saw a mesmerizing sight of dancing and singing trees.](VISUAL, PERSONIFICATION)

Mom: (amazed) Look at those trees, they're dancing and singing!

Dad: (chuckling) It must be the tropical heat getting to us.

[They walk closer to the trees and are met with the sweet aroma of coconuts.]

Sarah: (sniffing) Mmm, I smell something delicious! (OLFACTORY)

[Without thinking, Sarah takes a bite of the coconut tree, surprising her parents.]

Mom: (laughing) Sarah, you can't eat the trees!

[As they explore further, Sarah feels something tickling her feet and screams loudly.] (TACTILE)

Sarah: (panicking) Ahh! Something touched me!

[Her parents rush over because of the loud screaming they heared(AUDITORY), only to find a tiny shell.]

Dad: (laughing) Sarah, it's just a little shell. You screamed like a monkey! (SIMILE)

Sarah: (embarrassed) Oops, sorry!

[As evening falls, they enjoy a delicious dinner of buttered bittersweet shrimp prepared by the chef.](OXYMORON, GUSTATORY)

Sarah: I love your cooking skills(UNDERSTATEMENT) i hope this is your last time. (EUPHEMISM)

Mom: (complimenting) The taste of the shrimp is heavenly!(GUSTATORY)You cook like Chef Gordon Ramsay, it's hypnotizing!( HYPERBOLE)

Chef: (grinning) Thank you! That's high praise indeed.

[As their vacation comes to an end, they thank their tour guide.]

Dad: (grateful) Thank you for showing us around. You've been our guiding star.(METONOMY,METAPHOR)

Tour Guide: (humbly) It was my pleasure. Safe travels home!

[The family leaves the beach, cherishing the memories of their magical vacation.]

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I think I turned Johnny Zest into an e-boy

Poses: Pose Pack for shy girls by Simsulani, Solo Poses by Simsulani

Hair: Vertigo Hair by sims4satan Eyebrows: Cool Browz by early-grape Eyes: Whisper Eyes by dangerouslyfreejellyfish Ears: Ear Presets by luumiasims Freckles: Sunkissed Freckles by SavageSimBaby Facial Hair: Jaw King by luumiasims Eyeliner: Khaos Makeup Set by bloodmooncc Nose Ring: Nightmare Septum by Pralinesims Earrings: Kepler Earrings by Christopher067 Glasses: Valerio Round Glasses by tukete Choker: Firetruck Choker by Pralinesims Hoodie: Large Hoodie by casteru Gloves: Revenge Short Fingerless Gloves by ellie_kobra_kid Nail Polish: Chipped Nails by arethabee

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it’s...

amateur hour : krökta tankar och brända vanor yuta matsumura : red ribbon treasury of puppies : mitt stora nu straw man army : sos thomas bush : preludes cs + kreme : orange serwed : iii kitchen's floor : none of that long knife : curb stomp earth civilistjävel! : järnnätter

carla dal forno : come around earl sweatshirt : sick! nw/hr : nuclear winter/heavy rain oxhy : mercy sidha | alice song joe colley : deformation of tone the garbage & the flowers : cinnamon sea birthmark : lamentations valerio tricoli : say goodbye to the wind rrr band : rrr band ssabæ : azurescens the reds, pinks & purples : summer at land's end smirk : material moin : paste incipientium : inhuman malvern brume : body traffic va : thorn valley dip friso : crocodile or real? eyes of the amaryllis : sift the drin : down river in the distance läuten der seele : läuten der seele komare : grace to breathe that void mai mao : ricshari puppet wipes : the stones are watching & they can be a handful the sprigs : mole's uninvited guests string : last index of... dj trystero : null-a jon collin : bridge variations francis plagne : the refrain astrid ∅ster mortensen : skærsgårdslyd arv & miljö : vålnad av fornskog freundliche kriesel : freundliche kriesel organ of corti : auris warm currency : returns the lloyd pack : i bet you've got some good stories exek : advertise here tacita trjj : meeting on purpose mike cooper : oceans of milk and treacle

archival

hallelujahs : eat meat, swear an oath nein rodere : catch up with what party + gu-n : gu-n jan steele & janet sherbourne : distant saxophones born under a rhyming planet : diagonals stereolab : pulse of the early brain the strange girls : it's ok to be happy

film

crimes of the future d. david cronenberg russia 1985-1999: traumazone d. adam curtis modern love tokyo: for 13 days, i believed him d. kiyoshi kurosawa blonde d. andrew dominik the banshees of inisherin d. martin mcdonagh pinocchio d. guillermo del toro nope d. jordan peele

tv

atlanta the rehearsal andor reservation dogs

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tumblr officially - happy birthday my love! what is your favorite niche detail about magnar valerio heidegger? what is something surprisingly soft about him, that nobody would expect? if he were an animal, what would he be, and why? if he could retire anywhere on the planet, where would he go?

also, this is me putting my mouth on your mouth <3

*touches ur ear with my ear*

thank you, lovely ! now that it's tumblr official, that mean's it's official official WHICH MEANS, your ask just aged me by one year. pls gib me my year bak thank but also, oh my god these questions yesyesgibme

so - my favourite, niche detail? OH, it has to be - HAS TO BE -

the scene between him and shinra where they're walking toward the lift discussing their plans. it's at like, 10:30 here. what i love about it, is heidegger's mannerisms throughout the scene. for one, we get to see how him and shinra interact with one another. the power dynamic is so evident in the way that they communicate; heidegger is speaking directly to shinra, shinra doesn't even spare him a glance. when heidegger does finally look away ( as well as his stance - he sort of leans on one leg, like a child up to no good ) - it's when he's been 'caught' trying to manipulate shinra.

he says 'i've almost come to believe it myself-' re wutai being instigators and shinra shoots him a glare as if to say 'shut the fuck up', in response, heidegger turns away.

i /love/ that detail so much. it's so subtle and nuanced and yet, i think, says a lot about heidegger's more deceitful side.

(( i just, really love his stance here. ))

in terms of something soft about heidegger

- it would have to be the love he has for his daughters. he, absolutely, thinks that they're the best. which is funny...because they're both very 'eh' on him. he was always married to the job and always put shinra first. because he never knew how to properly show his love, he would shower them with gifts and money as a means of showing affection.

though he doesn't properly know how to show his love for his girls, he does genuinely adore them & secretly, is a huge softie for them. when he was younger and his girls were kids, they'd call him their 'big bear' and he'd give the best cuddles. his stubble / beard would always scratch against their faces.

the animal question is funny

because me and @infernocharged were having this chat over discord! my answer was super boring but i basically said a lion. not entirely because of a lions usual association with pride and strength / being leader of the pack but also because male lions are very lazy! they walk around with their balls swinging about before they sleep for an entire afternoon. i feel like that's all i need to say there.

in terms of retirement ; i have a couple of answers to this -

my first answer, is costa del sol. in me and @stingslikeabee verse- melissa and heid's happily ever after came about in costa del sol. they retired there, having their son and living out the rest of their days as suntouched lovers.

my second answer would be cosmo canyon - i headcanon that heidegger had a best friend from there when he was in his early twenties. in my self-indulgent, 'happy' ending for heidegger, he retires there alongside his friend and the two run a clinic together. they're old lovers with a flame rekindled, it's all cute and self indulgent and i wont apologise for it dlsnglksdg

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Giovannelli e Associati con Entangled nell’acquisizione di Luxenia e S.I.C.A.T.E.F. S.P.A.

Giovannelli e Associati ha assistito Entangled Capital nell’acquisizione da parte di Alphial, società in portafoglio del fondo e partecipata da Capital Dynamics, di Luxenia Umbro Tiberina e Sicatef. Entrambe le società acquisite sono specializzate nella produzione e commercializzazione di fiale in vetro tubolare per l’industria farmaceutica e cosmetica, con stabilimenti a Treviglio (BG) e Perugia. Con questa nuova operazione, dopo la creazione del gruppo Alphial nato dalla fusione delle società SM Pack di Felino e Crestani di Sandrigo, Entangled Capital realizza il più grande produttore europeo di fiale e flaconi in vetro per il comparto farmaceutico e cosmetico. Giovannelli e Associati ha assistito Entangled Capital in tutti gli aspetti legali dell’operazione, con un team guidato dalla partner Nicoletta Carapella, coadiuvata dalla senior associate Laura Bernardi e dall’associate Ilaria Meda per gli aspetti corporate, dal partner Valerio Fontanesi e dagli associate Massimo Giordano e Valeria Accurso in relazione agli aspetti legali relativi al finanziamento, dall’associate Santi Marco Calabrò per gli aspetti giuslavoristici. Spada Partners ha assistito Entangled Capital con un team guidato dal partner Antonio Zecca, coadiuvato dal manager Emanuele Arpano e dall’associate Mara Lo Russo, che ha curato la financial due diligence, e con un team composto dal partner Luca Zoani, che con il manager Massimo De Luca e l’associate Maria Vincenza Brancaccio ha curato la tax due diligence. Bird & Bird ha assistito Capital Dynamics negli gli aspetti legali dell’operazione con un team guidato dall’of counsel Daniele Raynaud e composto dalla senior associate Elena Beccegato. I venditori sono stati assistiti da Gelmetti Studio Legale Associato con un team coordinato dal socio Pierfrancesco Gelmetti coadiuvato dal senior associate Lorenzo Colletti e dal trainee Carlo Bertazzi. Ethica Group ha agito in qualità di advisor finanziario dei venditori. Lo studio legale Shearman & Sterling ha assistito Cassa Centrale Banca in relazione al finanziamento con un team composto dal partner Pasquale Bifulco e Alessandro Ciarmiello. Gli aspetti notarili sono stati curati dallo studio RLCD Notai, in persona del Notaio Chiara Clericicoadiuvata dall’avvocato Alessia Alberti. Read the full article