#verde rambles in tags

[verdant-mainframe]

AHHHH OKAYOKAY FINE

i'll let kijani out of his enclosure and write the opening to the verdant project. i don't know what he'll do when he's out, but it's a prologue, bitch isn't going far plot-wise.

and NO. marshall will not be there even though he is the main character. he does not get the privilege.

[deadmansbistro]

theyre still very silly (redraw of this!)

[tumblasha]

nah, i`m gonna need a link or smth. where can i watch There She Goes (2018-), the 414 special? started watching the show ~48hrs ago and i need this special to complete it

or if oomfs have a vpn that can say that i'm in the uk, i'll love u 5ever <4

[midnightcreator12]

Time to Ramble about Clan Hamato-Verd vs. The Turtle-verse

(title a wip)

Because there WILL be a multi-chapter fic about that at some point and I like how much I can DO with the multiverse in play. And I have so much brainrot over all the lil adventures so y'all get a sneak peek!

There are no rules saying that I cant reuse canon universes that have already appeared! (Cause I'm writing the 'rules' lol) Becasue I have a VERY strong mental idea of how I want Chula to intervene with the 2003 Leo vs the Foot.

Chula actually brings no turtles on this trip. CJ is the one who tags along and they split up to go find any signs of the turtles (they're making a network to try and track down Astra and the Clones and the turtles are the most likely people to hear news about them because 'turtle luck'). CJ actually finds them first, right as Leo is being tossed into April's apartment.

CJ stays outside for most of the fight, picking off ninja who are trying to go in and overwhelm the turtles. He manages to shoot a message to Chula that he needs her NOW and dives into the fight inside about the same time as adult Casey does.

Casey questions if the kid is stealing his thing, CJ says he'll explain later and its a long story and April yells that CJ needs to get out of here and that this is too dangerous for a kid. And CJ is like 1) hell no. 2) then explain the 3 fifteen year old turtles who are very much in the thick of this fight

The fight goes on, CJ is actually doing VERY well in it (foot ninja are easier to fight than alien death machines, who knew?) And then Shredder shows up, doing his lil speech about how he's going to burn the turtles to the ground, blah, blah, blah.

Then CJ, from the front of the shop, his back to the door, says that Shredder should consider calling this attack quits and leaving while he can. And, of course, Shredder and Hun think this kid is being ridiculous, the Foot has the upper hand after all and what can this skinny little teen playing at being a hero do?

And CJ's like 'Maybe I can't take all of you-" lighting crash, dramatically revealing Chula's form towering behind Casey, light catching her visor in just the right way so you can see one, furious, glowing green eye. "But Mrs. Verd is gonna make sure none of you leave alive."

cue a massive battle montage where Chula gets to peel Shredder out of his mech suit and is more than happy to rip his tiny alien form apart while CJ covers the Splinterson's escape.

CJ takes everyone back to the Tortuga, where Leo is quickly attended to with bacta that has him making weeks of recovery in minutes. And by the time hes up and asking what happened, Chula returns, most of the blood on her armor washed away by rain but gleefully showing off the new Shredder helm that is to be added to her collection

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Chula finds a sainw don and finds his dimension where his fam is not dead yet and she takes the role of prime 03 don and helps them overthrow the shredder

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Chula gets a habit of collecting turtles from bad timelines that starts with her finding a Rise Universe where the Krang Invasion succeeds and the 4 turts are the last ones standing

F!Leo is knocked out by the time Chula gets there so the other three have no escape route and are just trying to protect their Leo.

Meanwhile, F!Leo goes down and his last thought is that he's going to die. Only to wake up to a younger version of him in baggy pants and a poncho grinning and telling him "Heeeeey, I'm your lil bro now! And tall, dark, and scary in the corner is your mom!"

And F!Leo is just, '....this is not how I imagined hell.'

Meanwhile, F!Donnie is just happy to be on a spaceship that ISN'T trying to kill him

(See also, Past rise kids fighting for Chula's attention with the Future Rise kids. Maybe a subplot where the past kids think maybe Chula would prefer to hang out with other adults or/and Future boys thinking she'd prefer the younger, undamaged versions. (she loves both. both past and future versions are her boys))

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In the same vein as that, Chula trying to 'adopt' turtles but they refuse.

I think CJ is actually from another dimension instead of the future so, Chula is thankfully doing a solo run when she finds CJ's home reality and find Master Leonardo, alive but not for much longer without treatment.

Chula, of course, trys to help him but he pushes her away and begs her to just let him die. He wants his brothers, he's tired, he wants to go home.

And, as much as it hurts, Chula understands on some level. So she sits with Leonardo until he dies and holds a burial ceremony for him when he does. She thinks she sees a flicker before she leaves, someone in the corner of her eye that almost looks like Leo.

She doesn't dwell on it and moves on to the next reality.

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Chula drops into the 2007 universe and finds out that Leo is off in the jungle and no one has gotten word from him in a while....she leaves the Lair and is back in about 3 hours with a very confused and screeching Leo hog-tied over her shoulder and asking, "who the hell thought separating you boys was a good idea?!"

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She meets Shredder from the 1990 movie....

She is not impressed and pretty much just bitch slaps him

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I do not really like the Bayverse movies but I like the idea of Chula meeting them and being like, "Holy hell, a set of your four that are taller than me! Now that's a new one.'

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But we also gotta posit Chula meeting other versions of herself. Maybe the Feral Chula from the non-canon crossover I did with Feral Leo. Or a Chula that never left Death Watch and ended up in the Empire's ranks. Or a Chula who grew up with both parents, or grew up with her mom on Lasan and became an Honor Guard.

Hell, Chula meeting other versions of ASTRA. An Astra who stubbornly stuck to the Jedi code and never tried to form a relationship with her Chula. An Astra who DID join her father in his slaving business. An Astra who ended up becoming a Sith. An Astra that ran away with Seena and they both became mercenaries dodging the bounty their father put on them.

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Okay, this ones a lil dark and simi inspired by a vague memory of a comic I saw ages ago. From what I remember from the comic, Splinter was a lot more abusive to the boys and was training them so they could take down the foot clan. And Leo ended up killing Splinter because Splints told Leo to kill Donnie because Donnie wasn't taking the training seriously enough/was doing poorly.

SO! In my scenario, the setup is pretty much that but they're pre-teens. Leo agrees but says he should take Donnie away from the Lair so Raph and Mikey won't interfere. Splinter is like 'Whatever, just get rid of him'

Leo takes Donnie far away from the Lair and tells him that he has to run far away or SPlinter will kill them both. Donnie does as Leo asks and Leo kills a rat on his way back, showing the blood on his blade as 'proof'

Donnie runs pretty far and collapses at one point. But his crying attracts the attention of a certain Mandalorian who's looking for the turtles of this dimension.

She, of course, goes to check on Donnie and Donnie is distrustful at first but he's also a pre-teen who has had very little to no positive attention from anyone but his brothers (and even then, only when they were sure Splinter wasn't able to hear/see them)

And Chula asks if Donnie wants to stay with her (assuming that he's alone) and he begs her to take his brothers with her too.

She agrees, now very confused as to whats happening. Donnie is clearly in bad shape, do these turtles just not have a Splinter? And if that's the case, why is Donnie alone?

But Donnie is getting excited as he leads her to the Lair because he and his brother don't have to live with Splinter anymore! He gets so excited that, when they get close enough to the Lair, he breaks away from Chula and runs into the Lair-

Only to come face to face with Splinter. And Splinter is furious because Leo lied to him and the 'weak' one is back and now he has to handle this himself because Leo clearly is not the good student he thought he was-

Except, when he goes to strike Donnie, screaming murder and vengeance, he's stopped by a massive, clawed hand grabbing him up and slamming him to the ground hard enough that something cracked.

All the turtles stare in shock as Chula towers over Splinter. She'd taken her helmet off with Donnie before so they get to see the pure rage on her face. But it's gone when she turns to Donnie and quietly tells him to go pack his things and tell the others to do the same.

Splinter can't move but he still screams at the boys to attack, to defend their master. Not one moves to help him. They all scurry away, leaving Chula to freely drag Splinter out into the sewers.

The adventure ends with Chula adopting four pre-teen turtles that have no interest in learning any kind of fighting and she is perfectly happy with that and takes every chance she can to shower them in love and cuddles and constant reminders that they never have to fight for her.

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And so much more! Everything is on the table! Even fan iterations! (there are a few I would very much want to play with ngl)

[oh-no-another-idea]

fresh, after, spend, find, + bonus: previously, disappear: a word find tag

Finding some fun words from beloved @sleepyowlwrites -- thank you, owl! Funnily enough, I have all of these except fresh. I guess my characters need to eat healthier diets. Maybe when they're not running for their lives? 😂

From Invisible Girl:

After:

“I think I’ve finally found the answer to what we’ve been looking for,” Felicia had said the previous night after calling Velia back to her study. She’d lit candles around the whole room, and in the middle of them, she glowed orange, eyes nearly as bright as the flickering flames. The soft scent of smoke mixed with her floral perfume. “The cure for you.”

Spend:

The two waiters quickly hopped to it, leaving the cooks in relative peace. “Any more news on our special passenger?” one of them asked. Velia’s ears perked up. “Keeps to himself, don’t he?” The bearded cook answered, shaking a pan with the sort of hiss one would expect from a snake over an intercom system. “Takes a lot of meals in his room, spends time in the library car…rather dull, truly.” “As long as he’s not complaining, that’s all right in my books, eh? Remember when we had that radio star aboard, what was it, two years ago? Woman wouldn’t shut up about how she wanted her coffee prepared.”

Find:

She reported back to Felicia Verde’s home for unwanted Gifts. Nobody called it that but her; the name was unnecessary. You only found Felicia Verde if there was no one to find you.

Previously: [Velia and Paris first meeting lol]

“Wait,” the boy said, somehow guessing she was leaving because of his previously mentioned intelligence. “It’s just—I wondered—if a being can’t be seen, is it the being who is unseeable, or our eyes, that simply don’t work at all the right levels?” Velia stopped. “And if you painted over me with enough paint, would you be seeing me finally, or only the shell imitation?” she said. The boy snapped his fingers. “Exactly.”

Disappear:

For lack of anything better to do, Velia answered. “I’m not entirely sure. My clothes disappear. Anything small enough for me to hold disappears.” “I wonder if you could hold me—that is, carry me—would I disappear?” [said Antonio] “Nothing alive would,” Velia corrected. The train shook with suppressed laughter around them. “Except maybe a plant. I’ve never tried a plant.”

Context in case anyone would like it: Velia is invisible to those who don't care about her. And on that note, I'll pass on some gentle tags to anyone who read all of this, and also @author-a-holmes @halleyuhm @thegreatobsesso @lena-rambles @gummybugg

@imbrisvastatio @revenantlore @reneesbooks @eccaiia and @charlesjosephwrites if you'd like to search your wips for the words correct, hold, prayer, and fish 🐟

[steamworksfairy]

Hello!!!

I'm steamworksfairy! Or Steamfairy on a03. I write fics such as The Bane of Strength, The Perfect Lie, ect. I have quite a few so feel free to check them out if you're an Arcobaleno fan! I mostly focused on Verde and Skull so you can expect me to ramble about them a lot. Also please be careful as ratings for my fics vary. If you choose to read one then read the tags and make sure you are reading one that is appropriate for you :3

I'm kinda new to Tumblr because I'm a strange creature that lives under a rock (/j). So you know currently going through the first post jitters. This is pretty much just going to be rambling a whole lot...

Anyways, I decided to start a Tumblr in order to keep readers updated on my stories. As well as interact with fellow khr fans and share all of my Verde and Arobaleno headcannons. Maybe I'll even talk about few ocs and aus I have.

I think that's it for now so I'll drop a headcannon before I go!

Headcanon:

This one is for Verde/Arco.

Okay, Verde is tall, right? Like the tallest? So he can't really steal his fellow Arcobaleno's clothes, but they can steal his. Which annoys him because he may not seem like it, but he'd like to be able to borrow their clothes and look all cute and domestic. All he has is Colonnello's jacket, but that is regularly stolen. So he's forced to quietly feel left out/envious of his fellow Arco. Until, one day at a thrift shop, he finds it! He finds an old Immortal Skull shirt from Skull's days as a famous stuntman in HIS size! Naturally, he buys it, washes it, and shows it off. When Skull sees him wearing it for the first time, he blushes so hard and showers Verde with kisses and snuggles. The other Arco, mainly Reborn, are jealous and try to steal the shirt. However, Verde refuses to give it up and protects it with his flames and a state of the art probably over the top security system.

Okay, gonna post this before I lose my nerve!

[joviepog]

Oh god here we go.

Deep breath…

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Hello! as you hopefully already know, my name is JoviePog. my real name is Emery but i prefer you call me Jovie, JoviePog, or just Jove. My birthday is October 11, ꏲꃢꐃꆭ and my zodiac is a libra.. if you care about that sort of thing. My favorite colors are London fog blue, Olive green, and Mustard yellow. I know i know, they are very specific but search them up and you’ll see why. Anyway, my favorite food is Ramen (for obvious reasons) and my favorite snack is Popcorn. Favorite drink? Rose Matcha boba or water. I like them both! I play a couple of instruments. I play.. Drums, Piano, Guitar, Saxophone, Violin, Trumpet, Ukulele, and Cat piano (if that counts lolz). My favorite song is Last day on earth by Tai Verdes while my favorite music style is Indie Rock. My favorite number is 10 and my favorite movie is Pride and Prejudice. My favorite book is The wild robot and Anne of green gables while my favorite animal is a fox! They’re so cute. Their little orange fur and their little white and black tails. And they’re always so mischievous and cunning and-

Oh god I’ve started to ramble on havent i? Well, i dont think there is much else to me! Uh lets see… I’ve been writing stories since i was 9, my favorite streamers are Wilbur, Ranboo, and Quackity… uhhh blah blah blah. I’m allergic to cats but i still love them. I have two dogs… I go by she/her pronouns, I’m bisexual, I’ve only dated once…

Yeah no thats about it. But hey! If you want to know a bit more about what i do here is some more things you can click on:

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[mysticstarlightduck]

Thanks for the tag, @willtheweaver!

Listen to the Wind - Karliene Version

Thick and Thin - Faouzia

When The Hammer Falls - Clamavi di Profundis

Antigravity - RUNAGROUND

Verde Crud - Andra Ariadna

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling OPEN TAG

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Thank you for the tag @and-make-it-double

1.paint it black (not picky on singer since it's the lyrics I'm after)

2. Take me to church by Hozier

3. The siren's song by karliene (lady of the lake is another favorite)

4.there is a bad moon on the rise by CCR

5. Thunderstruck by AC/DC

No pressure tags

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[chaostrick]

Happy holidays @sterndesuedens

[focsle]

Hi! I love your posts about whale ships, they're terribly fascinating. Do you have a tag for them?

Also, what were the most common reasons for deciding to work on a whale ship?

Thank you! I do now, thanks to you haha. Awhalin is the tag. Not everything is there, but it’s what I can remember from these past few months + some other stuff from years back I messily tagged and was able to find again.

And to provide my usual long ramble to your question:

Reasons for whaling depended on a number of factors like race and class.

Regarding the demographics of American whaleships, crews skewed quite young. It’s not too common to see someone over the age of 30 who’s not a captain/officer or in a specialized role like cook, cooper, etc. Most hands before the mast were between the ages of 16-28, with many in the 20-22 range. Whaling was also more racially and ethnically diverse than many other industries in 19th century America. In this period about 20%-40% of a crew were Black or African American sailors, and Wampanoag, Pequot, and Shinnecock men would also find work on New England whaleships. As a voyage went on, ships would also pick up folks from other regions as well such as the Azores, Cape Verde, Chile, Peru, Japan (in the later half of the 19th c) and numerous islands in the Pacific such as Hawaii, Tahiti, the Marquesas, the Marshall Islands, the Cook Islands (often to replace crew members who had died / were discharged / deserted…whaleships had incredibly high desertion rates). So those are the demographics we’re looking at when thinking about why someone might go whaling. Very young men, from a number of different racial and ethnic backgrounds.

To dive into the specifics of what drew them, and how the industry was perceived across all these different experiences, read on!

One reason was ‘character building’. It was a way to shape & prove one’s masculinity in an entirely male space that involved…hunting the planet’s largest mammals. It was thought to be an adventurous vocation that gave someone the rare opportunity to leave their hometown and see the world. Agents tended to play up that sense of adventure when recruiting. It was also not uncommon for runaways to sign aboard a whaler—it was pretty easy to join one and pretty hard to be brought back once it sailed. There are also a few instances of agents using coercive/conning methods to ship men aboard, but that often wasn’t necessary to fill out crews. This sort of rite of passage into manhood, and striking out on one’s own into the world for the first time was a pretty common one. At whaling’s peak, about 50% of every crew in a voyage leaving New Bedford was green rather than career sailors.

Sometimes there was a religious aspect to that ‘character building’ as well, a romanticism with the ocean and the ability to see the Sublime there. That if one wanted to see the works of God, the sea was the place to do it. Sometimes men would sign up for ships (or be signed up for ships by their family) known for having Pious Captains and No Alcohol with the idea that the experience would strengthen their moral character. Other men signed on as if they were doing penance for some secret wrong they committed, such as greenhand Elias Trotter, who claimed he signed aboard a whaler because ashore he had committed a ‘sin’ in ‘a manner unparalleled’ and he felt that a whaleship would morally ‘revolutionize’ his life. William Stetson wryly remarked on this notion however, on a different voyage, saying ‘for scarcely a more immoral school than a whale ship can be imagined’.

Another big reason was economics. Some mistakenly viewed whaling as a way to Get Rich Quick (like a nautical Gold Rush), as evidenced by New Bedford having one of the highest numbers of millionaires per capita in the WORLD during its heyday in the 1850s—but that money largely only made its way to agents and shipowners, not the people actually working on the ships. But if one’s lot ashore wasn’t great, on the most basic level going whaling meant guaranteed food and housing for 3-4 years if one survived them. Not to say it was good food or housing by any means, but depending on one’s circumstance that would absolutely be a motivator. And, while the pay wasn’t great and there was a dramatic difference between the cut a mate got and the cut a greenhand got, there was also a strange sort of equity to it. Without wages, everyone was bound to the success of the voyage, from cabin boy to captain. Everyone within each specific rank got the same cut, regardless of who they were as men. There were no wages, there was only a share. Which, ultimately led to an exploitative and predatory industry, while also bringing an equalizing element to each man that required perhaps more cooperation with each other than in other trades. What a messy thing!

But the work was miserable enough that those who had the option to leave the industry after a voyage and choose a different vocation (e.g. white men) often would. Many surviving journals, (most written by white seamen) express an abject hatred for the work and regret for signing on. While there were individuals who came from whaling families who would rise through the ranks to officers and captains, the sons of captains who’d start out as cabin boys with their lives mapped out for them aboard a vessel, there weren’t a lot of ‘career’ whalemen and there was a huge rate of turnover (and even many of those mates and captains wrote about how miserable they were on the job).

However, for people of color working in the industry, particularly Black and Indigenous men, the idea of being a ‘career whalemen’ came from a different place. A whaleship having a diverse crew didn’t mean it was without the individual racial prejudices of other shipmates, but at the same time, the ultimate determining factor of rank and respect on a whaleship was ‘are you good at hunting whales’. In the antebellum US where for many Black people there were few options for upward mobility in work, where slavery was legal in numerous states, where the Fugitive Slave Act destablized any sense of security one might have in free states still steeped in de facto segregation, whaling was a viable option. There were no whaling ports south of the Mason-Dixon line, signifying the unique position (and sometimes refuge) that whaling existed in for Black and African American sailors. Unlike white seamen who often left after one voyage, because of the restrictive circumstances of life in the States ashore, Black and Indigenous seamen were sometimes more likely to become career whalemen. This, of course, wouldn’t have been true if more white men stuck with the industry—their unwillingness to stay in the job and rise to the rank of officer created openings in the position for people of color, but again that was because the options were so limited otherwise. Again, what a messy thing! Indigenous whaleman in New England also saw a substantial opportunity in commercial whaling that brought with it more economic agency than the work often open to them ashore, as well as upward mobility and respect of rank. The few recorded words of native men who found themselves in a place of authority on whaleships, as mates or captains, showed a strong sense of pride in their work and what they built for themselves. Nancy Shoemaker wrote an excellent book on these men and the ever changing contingencies of race they encountered depending on the spheres they found themselves in, called Native American Whalemen and the World, which I highly recommend.

There is also some scant historical information about this when it comes to Indigenous people in the Pacific Islands. British missionary Charles Pitman, who was stationed on Rarotonga in the 1840s and 50s claimed that 100 young men left the island for whaleships in 1849 alone, saying of their $30-$80 advance for signing on ‘these sums according to their custom they soon divided among their friends, and some of them immediately shipped again, not liking to settle down on their own lands.’ Some chiefs forbid young men from going whaling, but when that happened there are instances of the men sneaking to the ship in a canoe and signing on anyway. While the personal voices of these men go unrecorded and their motivations are only referenced through the words of missionaries, it could be inferred that many of the reasons for going were the same: adventure and something new, leaving repressive conditions ashore as missionaries made their presence more felt, the potential for greater economic opportunity, etc. A number of boatsteerers (the people who would throw the harpoon, who were essentially petty officers) were men of color. There are also a number of instances of those men who rose through the ranks to become captains. Skip Finley personally identified 50 of these captains and their histories, with the acknowledgement that there were likely more, in his book Whaling Captains of Color. But for those 50, there are many many others who did not find that upward mobility.

So tl;dr 1. Adventure and personal development, 2. Economics, 3. Trying to find agency/upward mobility I’d say are some of the biggest reasons, depending on one’s background. But few people found those things aboard. It was hard work, dangerous work, and often did not come with any reward.

I talk about this book all the time, but Rites and Passages by Margaret S. Creighton is my FAVORITE whaling history book that dives really deeply into the social life and motivations around whaling (with the acknowledgement that most personal whaling memoirs and journals that exist were written by white Americans, so that’s the perspective mostly known and represented)

[moralesispunk]

What Their Weddings Will be Like

Female Reader x

For: Frankie Morales, Din Djarin, Marcus Moreno, Pero Tovar, Agent Whiskey, Dave York, and Marcus Pike.

Frankie

This was the day that Frankie had been thinking about since your third date. Not in a weird over-possessive way, but you fit so easily into his life that he couldn’t not imagine you in his future from that day on. When the day finally came, he couldn’t stop his usually steady hands from shaking as he tried and tried again to tie his bow-tie, eventually giving up and letting his mum do it. It was a cosy wedding, lots of close friends and family their to celebrate. You both decide to have it in early summer so it can be outside, a fully outdoor ceremony with lots of flowers and a tent full of fairy lights to dance under the stars at night. Frankie never left your side from the moment you stood next to him at the altar and he didn’t stop crying either. The tears first came when you walked down the aisle towards him, then when you said your vows and I do. They started again when you were first announced as Mr and Mrs and started to prick at the corner of his eyes as when he watched you laugh with your mum and his mum as you told them about a disaster with the flowers. He tried his hardest to fight them away during his speech but let them flow again during your first dance. He carries you over the threshold and into bed that night, kissing every inch of your body as you both lie there exhausted but more happy than you thought possible at the end of the day. He made sure his eyes were on you every moment throughout the day, taking in every expression you made to make sure he would remember this day for the rest of his life.

Din

Din will be prepared to give you whatever you want to celebrate but what is important to him are those three simple sentences: Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde (we are one whether we are together or apart, we will share everything, we will raise our children as warriors). When you tell him that you don’t care for the usual wedding traditions of your people and are happy with the simple Mandalorian ceremony he is happy and will fly straight to the Armorer, never letting go of your hand the whole way there. He can’t stop the tears from flowing behind his helmet as you repeat the lines back to him, his hands shaking as he tilts his head down for a Keldabe kiss. When you move back to private quarters, he feels sick with nerves when he reaches up to remove his helmet in front of you for the first time. He isn’t sure what he expects when your eyes meet without filter for the first time but it isn’t the pure love and adoration that is there. He gives in to his emotions, letting his body fall to his knees before you as tears fill his eyes again. When you fail to lift him up you join him on the ground, holding his face in your hands and kissing all over it as he holds your waist in his hands, repeating how much he loves you in the most gentle whisper you have ever heard.

Marcus M

Marcus wasn’t 100% sure whether he would marry again but after you met Missy for the first time he knew he would. He knew from the moment he met you that you would be in his life for the rest of his days but when he seen how quickly you and Missy connected he knew that he would love to call you his wife one day. He proposed in a very low-key but romantic way and had already started asking questions about what kind of wedding you wanted the next day. You decide on a simple wedding with close family and friends. He cried from the moment you walked into the room, not able to understand how lucky he got to be calling you his wife in about half an hour, tears getting heavier as he recited his vows, even heavier when you said yours and he couldn’t see the room any more when you turned to say some special "vows” to Missy. And his vows... oh my god. This man just has the most perfect way with words and is able to tell you exactly how he feels every time he sees you and thinks about your future together. As soon as you both got a chance to sit and eat, he made sure to get your first dance going quickly before you can get interrupted again, keeping you on the dance floor and in his arms for a lot longer than just one dance. He held you close to his body, his head resting on top of yours that was pressed to his chest, and whispered more private promises to you that he didn’t want to say in front of everyone at the ceremony while thanking you for loving him as well as you do. He also has the perfect honeymoon planned for you both and it is split into two parts: the first week spent on your dream vacation as he plans dinners and walks but a lot of time spent in bed, the second week Missy joins you both on a fun filled week of rollercoasters and water parks to celebrate the adoption papers that means you are officially her adopted mum.

Pero

To be honest, you weren’t sure whether Pero was the type who would ever want to marry. He was pretty unorthodox, not caring what others thought about him and in turn you became less worried about what people thought about you. Pero was still selling his sword but when he was home you stayed in your beautiful but simple cottage just outside of the village. On days he left you would keep on your brave face as he kissed you goodbye but would spent the rest of the day hugging the jumpers that still smelled of him close to your chest. The tears were worth it on days he came home from his travels when you would be running into his arms before his feet had even landed on the ground coming down from the horse. This time was different and you weren’t sure why as he stopped you before you crashed into his body. He spoke more words in this moment that he ever had before, rambling about how he missed you, all of you, every moment he was gone and he didn’t want to leave you every and he especially did not want to leave you without some protection. The next morning you and Pero went to the local church for a simple ceremony between you both. Had anyone seen Pero they would have thought he was unhappy as he repeated the vows with his scowl still on his face but his eyes were a dead giveaway that he was only just holding back tears.  

Whiskey

Another one who is a bit unconventional and not ashamed of it. The minute Jack has the ring on your finger he is telling you how excited he is to have you as his wife and how he doesn’t want to wait another day to call you that. You decide whats better than one wedding but two and so decide to run off to Vegas in the jet that Jack definitely checked out for the day. Not long later you were running out hand in hand as husband and wife, Jack whisking you into his arms at the bottom of the steps and taking you to the fanciest hotel to have the most extravagant dinner. The second wedding has your friends and family, a bit more formal with Jack in a tux and you in a wedding dress as you say your vows for the second time. He takes the opportunity to enjoy walking around with you by his side as husband and wife in front of everyone you’re close with.

Dave

A traditional wedding will be on the cards for Dave. He quietly goes with you to every step of the planning process - trying the cakes, looking at flowers, scoping out venues. He doesn’t seem too excited but walks around the venue with you hand and hand as he listens to you talking about how the tables could be set out. The reason he is so quiet is because he feels... guilty. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky to have you in his life let along get to watch you walk towards him down the aisle in a few months time. He is excited and it’s already to spill over in the form of tears on the big day, he is just too scared to get excited until the vows and I do has been said.

Marcus P

Like this wont be the most romantic day you can imagine. Make sure you have waterproof mascara for this because he will be have you crying with happiness from the get-go. Just as you are getting ready a small box and note will arrive with a necklace and love letter attached. He will tell you how lucky he is to have found you and how he is even luckier to get to call you his wife in a few short hours. Don’t worry because he will tell you all this again later in front of your friends and family as he holds your hands and doesn’t look anywhere but your eyes. Prepare for Marcus to sneak you away when everyone is busy with the music and dance floor for a moment of peace and quiet as husband and wife. You are just about to say you are surprised he has held it together all day, only one tear managing to spill over as he said his vows, but as your mouth opens the tears begin to fall as he pulls you into his chest and slow dances below the stars to the quiet music coming from inside, only managing to whisper how much he loves you into your hair before he can’t form any more words.

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I love that Cape Verde!! Can you tell us more about her? I’m really interested in other people’s OC’s

sorry this took so long!! But maybe thats a good thing because im currently working on an AU where cabo verde is an important character so i feel like i’m getting a better idea of her

generally though, check cape verde tag on portu-cale’s blog, her hcs are always the best (yes i always need to mention portu in all the lusofam asks, its not my fault her ocs are so good)

Cabo Verde is a really sweet and chill girl, she kinda gives me a Disney princess vibe, she’s quiet but is very expressive still, through things like art, poetry, and just her general way of being.  She avoids conflict, but she can tell when she’s being walked over, yk? But she’s very empathetic in nature and always tries to understand the ones around her and see things from their perspective, even if she can’t agree. I think there are moments and situations where she will stand up for herself and what she believes in, but mostly, even more than she should sometimes, she’s a peaceful girl, and I think especially she avoids petty drama. She’s an introvert and is more on the shy side, but unlike other introverts in the family she does enjoy the louder company of more extroverted people, and especially her sister Guinea Bissau, who she’s very close to and looks up to and they're very cute and sorta complement each other in some ways??  She doesnt like to be on the spotlight, if she has to, she’ll manage, I think she’s the kind of person who is easy to like and knows how to be diplomatic and give people a good impression, but she prefers situations where she can talk and listen in smaller groups and without the focus being on her. 

This is just rambling in no particular order or sense, just some general thoughts, and most of them come from reading portu’s hcs and some other stuff, and also writing her on a fic did help giving me new perspective on the character. I hope this was fun, messy as it is, and sorry for taking so long!! I’m answering all my forgotten asks today hopefully 

[uta-no-fakku-sama]

30 UtaPri Questions

I finally got around to doing this after being tagged so here we go :3

this is supposed to go on my main but i already saved the draft before i could do anything so oh well ;w;

Your Best Boy? Natsuki, but Cecil and Camus are not too far behind.

Your Least Favorite Boy? I don’t really have any; they’re all really nice.

A Character You Never Thought You Would Love as Much as You Do Now? Y-Yamato. . . There’s just something about him that makes me happy ÚwÙ

A Character You Can Relate to in Any Way? Otoya, I guess. I’m not exactly sure on how I should put it, though.

A Character That You Think Deserved More Love? Eiichi, definitely. I know he’s messed up a lot and I don’t agree with what he did, but it’s (not really but it’s there) simple to see he means well. I know what it’s like to do something I thought as good but ended up hurting someone else through it, which in turn hurt me. He had good intentions, but went with them the wrong way. I do understand why people feel so upset and angry towards him; in a way, he has been shown in a bad light. Then again, HEAVENS in general during their very first appearance in Season 2 were depicted to be like the main villains of the series. Then again, that’s probably just me overanalyzing again. Sorry for the rambling ;w:

A Character You Would Want as Your Partner/Lover? Haruka. Just Haruka. Let me smooch.

A Character You Would Want as Your Mentor/Senpai? Reiji! I mean, he’s Reiji. And maybe Cesshi. Or Masato. Maybe Camus if I’m allowed to make fun of him.

Your Favorite Ship? NatsuCam. Such a rare pair. Like, a really fucking rare pair. Most of the content for it is mine. Haha ;w;

A Character You Want to Cosplay/Have Already Cosplayed? I’d like to try Cesshi, but I don’t know if my skin’s dark enough for that so I don’t wanna risk any chances. An alternative may be Natsuki, but then I’d be a short kinda chubby-looking Natsuki. Kira’d be nice too though! But I’m probably a little too expressive for him;;; Nagi’d be a nice fit as well, I dunno :3

Favorite Side Character? I’m not really sure if Satsuki counts as a side character since he really only shows up during Natsuki-centered episodes. If not him, then Tomochika! She. Just she.

Your Favorite Solo Song? I found myself enjoying Cesshi’s solo songs a lot. Destiny Song really brings me in. Brand New Melody has a lil something to it that makes me really happy though. I don’t know what it is, but it gives me a nice feeling inside. I also really like SUKIxSUKI Hanamaru and Hatsukoi o Mata Hajimeyou!! Those are both really nice songs that make me feel really fluffy happy inside >w<! And Melting of Snow. And Hurrayx2 Dreamers. And there’s a lot of solo songs I like. Oops.

Your Favorite Duet Song? North Wind and SunShine. I just really like that song. Like, that was the duet song my mind really stuck onto when I first started playing SL. I got attached.

Your Favorite Trio Song? Kaleidoscope. When I watched the movie in theaters, that was the one I kinda got really hooked on;;;

Your Favorite Group Song? There’s Mirai Chizu and Maj LOVE 2000% and QUARTET NIGHT and Poison KISS and HEAVENS GATE and GIRAx2 SEVEN an—

Your Least Favorite Group Song? FORCE LIVE I guess?? I mean, the chorus is okay and stuff, but the other things in the song are just not really my taste. Like the beginning. The beginning just feels so eeeeehhh to me;;;

Your Favorite Singer? I think they’re all good how do choose favorite help—

Your Favorite Group/Trio/Duo? Favorite group is hard to choose; they all are good. Favorite trio is easily either the Kawaii Group or the White Chocolate Horse/Tea Party Group (Natsuki, Ren, and Camus). Favorite duo is also very easily the Royal Group.

Your Favorite Member of STARISH? Natsuki Shinomiya. Tsuki-chan. Ye. I love he. Cesshi’s also very close behind. He sweet. Beb. I also love he.

Your Favorite Member of QUARTET NIGHT? Camus. Used to be Reiji. Sorry, maracaboo. It all started when I got his My Only Prince UR (the first MOP card I got) which in turn made me go “I guess I’ll change Natsuki for him on my screen and then I tapped him and he go “high butler voice time hewwo mistwess uwu ^-^” and I went “holy shi—

Your Favorite Member of HEAVENS? Yamato!! I love him. I love his appearance. I love his clothing choices. I love his voice. I love his personality. I. Uh. Munscklez. Ha;;;;;;;;

Your Favorite Seiyuu/Voice Actor? Why do I have to choose one? I mean, unrelated but through their seiyuus and stuff I was able to find out Mamoru is in the Japanese dub of The Lorax and that put me through a fucking loop. Thanks, Mamo :3

Favorite Drama CD? Lycoris no Mori. Shit. That was. Made me remember that Vocaloid song The Wolf Who Fell in Love with Little Red Riding Hood. Also Black Hood Cesshi. Evil boi. Just doing evil spirit boi things. Kinda caused people to murder along the way but it’s okay because in the end he’s probably still dancing over their dead bodies in the woods. Also wolf Randolph Toki red-nosed bitch. Randolph sounds really close to Rudolph, don’tcha agree? And Blood Otoya. Or Brad Otoya. Or whatever. Who in their right mind thought Blood was a good name for a boi? Like, I know he has red hair and red eyes and a red hood and red blood an— Victor. Huntsman Ren. Ren with ponytail. H. That is all. H.

Your Favorite Shining Live Card? *slams hands on table* TEA. PARTY. UR. BOIS. Natsuki please come home soon ;-;

Your Favorite Song Beatmap? Any of the ones with slide notes. Like, a lot of them. Also just any really difficult song I somehow manage to FC on the first couple tries. Like I remember there was one song for an event I was playing in only to get more LP where there was like a fuck ton of notes. I forgot if if was 800 or 900, but there were a lot. And I managed to FC it first try. Haha whoops ;w;

Your Least Favorite Song Beatmap? Nothing really comes to mind except for the lower difficulty ones. When you play a lot of Pro songs, the lower ones just kinda get boring.

Black Dejavu or White Gravity? White Gravity definitely. I can’t believe Masato said “lol bye” and joined the Kawaii and Royal Groups. Also, Natsuki’s high notes. They told him to do it twice and he said “okay :D”. I know it has a more uniform(?) singing distribution and order, but that just personally fits me and my ears better :3

UtaPri Merch That You Own/Watch? I have a Prince Cat of Citron!! And a Natsuki face towel that came along with him. I wanna get either Lime or Aqua next, but I can’t choose who. Lime because second best boi, Aqua because third best boi and shipping reasons. Also, you ever follow accounts that have Prince Cats of different sizes and have them act out as if they’re like a lil family? I want that life. Like, there’s one I follow on Twitter with Rosso and Cielo and Iris and Arancia and Verde and a lil Aqua as their child and I adore them. They use emojis to represent who’s talking and the lil Aqua’s emoji is a lollipop it’s just so cute ;-;. . .

How did You Get into UtaPri? Shining Live. I saw that Klab had another idol rhythm game on the app store and went “Why not? I haven’t had one with guydols yet?” and look where we are now;;;

A Set Theme in Shining Live That You Want to See in the Future? I’ve been having a bunch of gacha set and event ideas on a note on my phone. Like street dancer, fairytales, zodiac, zookeeper, cyber, and seven deadly sins/four horsemen as gacha ideas (some I already made art concepts for;;;). And for events, I got carhop, first date kinda thing, and ice/figure skating. In short, I want a lot :3

Why Do You Love Your Best Boy? At first, it was because he adores cute things and I adore cute things and he’s cute so I adore him. After learning more about him, I do see more similarities between the two of us. The feeling of being betrayed and growing defensive because of it, his defense being Satsuki and mine is trying to use words to help me. The need to grow stronger to not be seen as a burden, to try and not rely and depend on others to fight our battles for us. There’s probably more I can dwell upon, but that’s all I can think about for now.

Tagging: I don’t know I’m sorry ;-;. . . Anyone who wants to do this can have the go ahead.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

‘Sup guys, the person I was watching Grimm with is out of town, so I can’t watch the last season at the moment. However, it’s still kind of eating my brain, so y’all get a ramble:

So like, here’s the thing about Sean Renard’s actions in like the second half of season 5...they just feel off to me. Like, this guy arranged for a goddamn royal to be assassinated because said royal did the show’s equivalent of touching a hair on Nick’s head. And to be perfectly honest, I really think it would have actually been to Sean’s benefit to have Eric alive because that’s when shit really started to hit the fan.

And also like... if the guy wanted power... the throne’s right fucking there?? Dude’s a literal royal bastard and has already proven himself willing to deal with his “family” when necessary (at some point, they have to run out of legitimate heirs), but no, he’s quite content to be police captain. A police captain with a pet Grimm- like JFC he goes out of his goddamn way to have Nick more or less trust him for literal years and he’s clearly invested in Nick A) sticking around, B) being on his side, and C) being a Grimm.

Then season 5 hits, and don’t get me wrong, Sean’s a shady bastard. If there had been a clear build-up to him being Black Claw from the get-go, I would have bought it and been A-OK with it. But the whole set-up really seemed like him going, “Someone set me up to do their dirty work, so I’m going to dig a little deeper and find out what they’re up to” and then getting WAY in over his head. And then I guess feeling like he had to double down?? Because he felt his people were in danger?? (”Sean Renard doesn’t take sides” YOU’RE RIGHT BUT HE DOES HAVE PEOPLE AND YOU ARE ONE OF THEM *cue me ugly crying over that*)

IDK, I feel like if they actually wanted him to be a/the villain, the season finale wouldn’t have essentially been a return to the status quo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

13 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

#4

A Successful Resurrection (Allegedly)

Summary: Verde is a necromancer (allegedly; he has the degree but has never managed to actually resurrect anybody), and Skull should be dead. It's been months since Verde attempted to resurrect Skull, and a belated resurrection has never been heard of. Yet, Skull is somehow dripping dirt across Verde's floors and eating his cereal.

Verde is… confused.

“Wow, you have like, nothing to eat. When was the last time you went grocery shopping?”

Skull de Mort… should be dead. None of Verde’s attempts at necromantic resurrection have succeeded in bringing even a zombie or skeleton minion to life, much less a fully resurrected, walking, talking person. Nevermind the fact that it’s been months since he made the attempt, and a belated resurrection has never been heard of.

Ao3

Though, Verde pushes his glasses up his nose, this could be his chance to get published, assuming he can replicate the feat or at least definitively prove it happened.

Skull closes the fridge with a loud sigh and proceeds to rifle through Verde’s cupboards. A shower of dirt falls from his outlandishly purple hair as he tilts his head back and stands up on tip-toes to see. “Honestly man, there’s no way you can live like this. Necromancer means raiser of the dead, not secretly dead.” Another small shower of dirt- Verde twitches- as Skull tilts his head to the side. “Are you like a vampire? A vampire necromancer? Because that would be super cool.”

He pulls a box of cereal from the cupboard and starts eating straight from the box with his dirt covered hand. Verde will throw the entire box away the millisecond Skull’s done. There are so many potential contaminants in his house right now, including Skull. “Why,” he asks for the second time since Skull showed up on his doorstep aggressively ringing the doorbell, “are you here exactly?”

“Oh! Right!” Skull sets the cereal box down on the island and munches on what’s in his hand for a moment. “So like, digging your way out of six feet of dirt plus a partially decomposed coffin sucks right? Also, I’m mildly insulted that you couldn’t bury me in something more expensive then just plywood.”

“I did not bury you, nor was the coffin made of plywood,” Verde says. He tries to casually take the cereal box, but Skull grabs it again.

“Right…” Skull looks him up and down a bit dubiously, which Verde supposes is fair. “Anyway, when I got out, I figured there was really only one or two explanations for why I was presumably dead and buried and now suddenly alive and personally unburied. Judging by the distinct lack of desire for brains, I concluded it must have been necromancy.”

There are so many logical fallacies in that statement, Verde isn’t quite sure where to begin unpacking it. The cereal box once more evades his attempts.

“So I looked up local necromancers, and low and behold, you’re the only one in town!” Skull beams and holds his arms out like he’s presenting something. Verde takes the opportunity to throw the cereal box in the trash. Skull blinks. “Whatcha do that for? It’s perfectly good cereal.”

“Not after you put your grubby hands in it. No. Do not dig it out of the trash.” Verde smacks the hand that had begun to reach down. “You,” he says, pointing a finger in Skull’s face, “will go upstairs, third door on the left, and take a shower. I will lend you some clean clothes, burn the ones you are currently wearing, and then we will both go shopping for groceries and clothing for you.”

The grin that spreads across Skull’s face can only be described as ‘sly’. “Aw, so you do care, Mr. Necromancer sir.”

“That’s Dr. Necromancer sir to you,” Verde pushes his glasses up his nose again. “And you are my ticket to being published in several necromantic science journals. It is only logical I keep you in acceptable condition while I investigate the cause of your belated resurrection.”

“Wait a minute! Belated?!”

“Yes, yes, it has been months since I attempted to resurrect you, Mr. De Mort. Now, please, shower before you continue to spread contamination throughout my house. I have several delicate experiments that may have adverse reactions to graveyard dirt.”

Skull gulps and looks rather a bit paler under all the dirt and grime, but he shuffles off to take a shower without any more complaint. Verde takes it as a win.

He turns and faces the mess in his kitchen with a sigh. Perhaps he should hire a maid.

14 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

#3

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17 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

#2

This week I learned that there are mummies hanging on the walls of the Palermo catacombs, and ngl, I kind of want to make it Squalo's problem. Just Xanxus dragging him down there because "It's a shortcut" or something and not entirely understanding why Squalo's so freaked out about it. Or maybe it was on purpose and he's enjoying how freaked out Squalo is

18 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bram Stoker really did know just enough about how Southerners speak to get Quincey into the ballpark, but also had literally no actual idea about the subject at the same time. And tbh, I’m not sure what’s more disconcerting: The fact it’s not quite right or the fact the South has sounded like that for over a 100 years

53 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

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{I'll be rebloging this onto my page to go in depth on some of the choices I made for them, as well as "behind the scenes" stuff such as concepts and what went on during their creation.}

{Apologies for taking so long!;; I think something must have gone wrong with my notifications; because I didn't know I had gotten my assignment until post Christmas, when it finally popped up in my notifications bar;;}

{This was made for @nerdynefelibata , and my prompt words were "Moss, Ceramist, and Wild". So I hope I did an okay job incorporating them! To Nerdy, feel free to message me if you want the full quality image, as I don't know how badly Tumblr will ruin it.}

{Welp, that's enough rambling. Here she is, and I hope you like her! As usual with the fantrolls I create, here's her "introduction"}

Your name is KAOLIN OPHYTA and you have MOSS colored blood. Your birthday is the 22ND of AUGUST and you're currently 9 1/2 SWEEPS OLD. At least, you BELIEVE so.

Your INTERESTS are rather MINIMAL. You love caring for your MANY PLANTS. They are SCATTERED all around your HIVE, and you enjoy the pops of COLOR. Your main PROFESSION is being a CERAMIST, so your HANDS and SMOCK are usually covered in DRY CLAY and smudges of PAINT. You live in a SMALL FOREST just outside of the CITY. It's FAR enough to ESCAPE the LOUD noises and all the hustle and bustle, but CLOSE enough for you to walk to your small STORE to sell your WARES.

You don't like being ALONE, but can appreciate the occasional bout of SILENCE. Neither seem to happen very much, mostly because YOU like going OUT. You have yet to fill any of your QUADRANTS just yet. You believe that it might be because you often LOCK YOURSELF AWAY on the occasion to WORK LONG HOURS, thus ISOLATING you for random periods of TIME. Even so, you continue to WORK HARD to still make TIME to spend with your FRIENDS. You can be quite the PARTY ANIMAL.

Your background is a bit FUZZY, to say the least. A few sweeps ago, a LARGE STORM caused a TREE to crash through your HIVE, and landed on YOU in the process. Because of it, they're are now LARGE GAPS MISSING from your MEMORYS of before the STORM. You are unsure what happened to your LUSIS, but remember it was a large FOX LIKE CREATURE. Even with this MISFORTUNE, you still MAKE LIGHT of the situation, and maintain your HAPPY and rather BUBBLY personality.

Your STRIFE SPECIBI is STAFFKIND/SPEARKIND; and you often use a DOUBLE ENDED SPEAR, with each side molded after a CLAY SHAPING TOOL. You are the MAGE of SPACE, and your LUNAR SWAY is PROSPIT.

Your TROLL TAG is argilChaparral and your QUIRK is one of the more interesting in your opinion. l-Y°u type l!ke th!s.-l l-It's n°t super s!mple, but y°u th!nk !t l°°ks neat!-l l-Y°u always were °ne f°r °verd°!ng th!ngs l!ke th!s.-l

So.

What will you do?

[valloryr]

One Page Lost

Author: Vallory Russups

Rating: T

Pairing: Byakuran/Sawada Tsunayoshi, Bluebell/Yuni, Bluebell & Byakuran, Sawada Tsunayoshi & Arcobaleno

Prompt: Sky Day (Dragon AU / Royalty AU) for @khrrarepairweek

Tags/Warnings: N/A

Summary: Byakuran saw Tsuna at the library and fell in love.

AO3

For Byakuran, the world was a book. A well-read one, but not a book you open again and again to discover new sides and angles, new perspectives and old secrets. Rather, the type you pick up because it's comforting, familiar, and there is nothing better anyway.

Lounging on a cushioned sofa as white as everything else in the room, Byakuran frowned at the marshmallow between his fingers. Kikyo would be annoyed with him if he went through all their stocks of marshmallows in a single day yet again. which was the perfect reason to cheerfully finish off the last packet.

"Bya-nii!" Bluebell's sweet voice signalled her presence before the girl burst through the doors, leaving wet footprints on the plush white carpet. She latched onto him and pouted into his stomach.

"You should come when you don't smell like sea-weed, dear." Byakuran patted the head of his 'little sister'. "Went out for a bath in the sea?"

"She dumped me."

"Well, I've been telling you it won't work out between the two of you. You're the sister of the man who murdered everyone she loved, after all."

Byakuran rubbed Bluebell's shoulder consolingly. Honestly, he didn't understand why Yuni had to be so difficult about some things.

Bluebell shook her wet hair and glowered.

"Not like this, dummy. She dumped me into the water, nyu. We quarrelled, and she pushed me. This hasn't ever happened before!" Bluebell intertwined her cold, slightly scaly fingers with Byakuran's warm ones and looked down. Mumbling, she added, "What if there is something wrong with her? Are you sure that tea you're feeding Yu-chan is... safe?"

Byakuran sighed.

Everything would have been so much easier if people had less morals. Even his closest and dearest ones fell prey to this fate.

Touching Bluebell's cheek gently, Byakuran said, "Safe or not, without that tea you wouldn't have Yuni-chan at all."

Bluebell bit her lip to stop it from trembling.

"But this way, I have to wonder whether it's really Yu-chan I'm with or someone I've made up myself."

Smiling, Byakuran told her a joke to keep her mind off such useless things, and then chattered a mile a minute, switching to more interesting topics. Scruples were so boring, and he was already bored by so many things he wondered how he functioned. Probably out of pure spite. People would be much happier with him gone.

Yuni was a disappointment.

After Byakuran's country of Gesso crushed the Vongola Empire and created the Millefiore Empire, his first action was to secure the family of the Giglio Nero prophets. The mother was too strong to be contained by his magic, which was the reason Byakuran killed her along with everyone who protected the prophetess. He drugged her daughter Yuni, keeping her at hand just in case, but she didn't See what he needed her to, so Byakuran easily discarded the girl.

She was lucky Bluebell took interest in her.

In a world where everything was a book, there was just one page torn out. A single page Byakuran didn't know the contents of.

That 'page' was an old story, almost a myth. It told about a group of mystical ancient dragons controlling the keystones of the world.

The Arcobaleno.

Byakuran desired that page more than he had ever desired life.

"And what are you doing here?" Byakuran purred into the ear of an unfamiliar figure in the royal library.

"HIEEE!"

The figure - it was a young man, almost a boy, no matter how high-pitched his scream - shuddered and stumbled away from the White Emperor. He managed to bump into two oak desks and almost bash his head into a bookshelf.

Quite a bemusing reaction. Usually people just bowed, threw their money at him, and fled the country.

The boy rubbed his head. He was a cute little thing, all scrawny knees and brown doe eyes and fluffy hair Byakuran longed to brush. The oversized robe hanging off his frame only emphasised his small stature. It had seen better days. Several necklaces of golden beads festooned his neck, so thin Byakuran could snap it with one hand, and they rattled every time the boy moved. Very bad for stealth.

He might have even been interested in romancing the boy, had Byakuran not known how those things unfold. Boring, like everything else.

"Scared of me?" he asked with his usual smile. The boy looked to the side before taking a deep breath and looking right into Byakuran's eyes, a feat unheard of even among Byakuran's most loyal servants.

His heart skipped a beat.

"I know the things you've done, Your Highness," the boy - who looked too young to be there - said in an endearingly direct way even though his shoulders trembled. "But I'm not scared."

"How delightfully suicidal."

Byakuran swept past the boy to drop into a chair, furrowing his eyebrows at the fact that it was gilded with gold. Why gold? He had told them he only welcomed silver.

"Now, who are you? I haven't seen you here before. And where is Mammon. It's not like them to eschew their duties."

Mammon was the Keeper of the Books and the one in charge of the special archive that contained precious information on such things as the world before Byakuran's reign as well as the legends of the old - The Seven Arcobaleno Dragons.

"I'm Tsuna," the boy told him. When he wasn't shrieking, he had a soft, soothing voice. Byakuran wouldn't mind listening to this boy lecturing him in Kikyo's stead. "Master Mammon took me in and told me to help clean everything up." Tsuna scratched his cheek. "They... aren't fond of that."

"Well, they weren't hired for their cleaning skills."

Byakuran took a nearby book in hand. Indeed, it wasn't dusty - a rare event in Mammon's library. They were lucky they were incredibly knowledgeable about languages as well as had a gift of repairing frail pages and charred tomes. Then again, Byakuran might still get rid of them in the future. To spice things up.

"Th-this is my first day," Tsuna spoke up nervously, unable to bear the silence. He fiddled with the beads on his chest. "Everything is fine, right? I haven't done anything wrong, right? Master Mammon is... very easily irritated." He added under his breath, "At least they don't shoot me with a musket."

Byakuran let Tsuna's ramblings wash over him.

He didn't remember hearing about Mammon taking anyone in - they were not the charitable kind - but to be fair he generally skipped reading reports because he could guess everything written in them, both complaints and praise. He left such mundane things to Kikyo and Zakuro.

This was a minor surprise, but even small surprises were the reason Byakuran made it that far.

He returned the next day.

He returned yet again, with Mammon nowhere to be found all the while.

Byakuran would have liked to torture them a bit for lazing about in their work hours, but when Tsuna greeted him with a shy grin and a wave of his feather duster before falling off a step-ladder, he laughed and found himself actually grateful.

"Ouch." Tsuna jumped to his feet, wincing when his movement pushed the step-ladder to the ground with a loud clatter. He ignored it and braved on, "P-please don't punish Master Mammon for not being here. I tried to rope them into helping. They escaped."

"Probably drinking fairy-dust essence with that meditation master from the Oriental District."

"Actually, no. Really, no. Master Mammon hates Fon-san. I think they teamed up with Skull to go bother Master Magician Verde."

"Skull? Ah, the messenger from Carcassa."

Tsuna hummed, leaning down to right the step-ladder. Byakuran appreciated the view of the round behind. Such a shame the boy insisted on those horrid clothes. Honestly, even if you have no money, just go and steal it!

He should send some underlings out for a present. Even Byakuran hardly ever managed to shove Torikabuto out of his tower, but Daisy would appreciate a work-out. He should send him somewhere remote though - Daisy had interesting hobbies like carrying around a bunch of torture tools and trying them out on citizens to see if he met anyone as immortal as him, and people were oddly judgemental of that pastime.

"Your neck is very lovely," Byakuran whispered in Tsuna's ear, enjoying the poor boy's blush. He trailed his finger down the his Adam's apple before wrapping his hands around it.

"Thank you, but, um." Tsuna pushed Byakuran's hand down firmly. He righted his jiggling necklaces, this time with charms on them - a present from Byakuran. "I'd like to keep it."

"Tsu-chan, don't be a meanie. Of course I'll let you keep your neck, I don't want to snap it or cut it off. Just... strangle it a little."

"Hiee!" Blushing to the roots, Tsuna coughed into his fist. "That's... No. Not my fetish. But..." His voice lowered. Byakuran leaned in even deeper to hear it, inhaling the scent of dust, honey, and musket powder. "But I may not be opposed to trying out something else."

With that he used a burst of magic to blast Byakuran out of the library.

Rubbing the back of his head, the Emperor laughed. He hadn't expected little sweet Tsuna to have magic.

Byakuran found out that Tsuna was bullied by some of the other servants in the castle.

He was pleased.

After all, how else would he find an opportunity to show his Tsu-chan just how much he treasured him?

He gathered the bullies and their families and executed them in the most brutal ways possible, aided by the imagination of the torture masters Lal Mirch and Colonello. By the end of it, even Bluebell trembled, clutching Yuni's hand and shielding Yuni's eyes from the gruesome sight - sparing her lover in the only ways she could afford to.

Tsu-chan watched the proceedings solemnly. Unlike Byakuran or Daisy, he didn't laugh a single time. His eyes glowed strangely orange, and Byakuran didn't hold himself back from kissing his sweetheart on the eyelids once the show was regrettably over.

"You didn't find it cruel? Their death?"

Byakuran caressed Tsuna's lower lip with a curious thumb. It was soft, like a petal of a toxic flower.

His Tsuna grasped Byakuran's hand, the one adorned with the rings both his own and those of fallen enemies'. The boy's fingers lingered on the Vongola ring.

"Perhaps I did. But it was also necessary."

In Tsu-chan's eyes Byakuran read mourning but not regret.

It was then that Byakuran decided that he loved him.

"So, you didn't change your mind, kora?" Colonello asked him. His eyes showed he would respect any decision Tsuna made, but the spherical Dragon Amulet on his chest shone bright blue, anticipating blood-bath.

Tsuna glanced down at his hands. Noticing their trembling, he curled them into fists - even though Reborn pretended to just sun himself on the stones, he was watching, and his teacher would release a stream of scorching fire any second to 'help Tsuna deal with stress'.

"No, I didn't. Why would you think so?"

"That's pretty obvious, Tsu," Skull chimed in. Unlike half of them, who took on their dragon forms since their secret meeting place allowed them to let loose, he remained a human. He was the biggest dragon, after all. Besides, he would get an opportunity to fly freely soon. "You've been getting quite chummy with that albino bastard."

Viper, a beautiful indigo dragon happy to shed their Master Mammon disguise, huffed out fumes of black mist. Their equivalent of pursing lips.

"Mou, I didn't lose so much money by playing translator just for it to end up useless."

"There are things more important than money," Fon preached, still sounding calm and peaceful even as a long red dragon twining around trees. "Self-discovery, for one."

"Thank you, Fon, but I think I've discovered enough about myself to want to bring down the man who has made my people suffer for so long," Tsuna said.

On his neck, his amulet glowed, the orange gold of his eyes not concealed by the magic of the beaded necklaces he wore in the human form. The power inside the little sphere was ancient and beautiful, reminding Tsuna of times long past, when he founded the Vongola Empire with Giotto. Giotto then became the First Emperor, while Tsuna kept his identity concealed - he was the leader of the immortal Arcobaleno dragons and what would he do if he broadcasted who he was to everyone he met?

Lal Mirch wrapped the end of her navy blue spiked tail around Tsuna, while Verde abandoned his heap of research papers to make the tea he awkwardly presented to his boss.

Tsuna smiled at all of them.

A pity that the human whose company brought him so much enjoyment had been twisted before they even met, but Tsuna would never be alone.

Tomorrow they would be sieging the castle, freeing Yuni (who told him she wanted to bring a tagalong, and Tsuna didn't mind - he always listened to his friends' requests), and Tsuna would see Byakuran one last time. He wondered what expression the man would make.

Tsuna's heart ached briefly, but he had seen a lot of death, some caused by Byakuran himself.

Some things were cruel but so necessary.