#Federico needs a vacation

[lateranoexe]

It was a long day for Federico, aka Executor. He has just returned to Rhodes Island after what seemed like a year or so. How things had changed. When he was last here, he was doing Notarial Work, checking up on Laterano citizens, and assisting the doctor in their involvement with Reunion, and other problematic situations until he was recalled back to Laterano and assigned a task by the Pope to investigate a few problems elsewhere. It was only then when he returned, things have changed. The environment at Rhodes Island had changed. More people, the cold frigidness the place once gave was filled with warmth. Is it because of him and his awareness or has time really did things in? But there is one individual he had been curious about. IF she is still around that is. The one and only, the She Devil herself. She who is unpredictable, uncatchable and hard to detain due to her devilish nature. Flamebringer was one thing but her? This requires more work than he thought. But it's been a couple of years... so how is she now? Best to look into her whereabouts to find out. " ... Operator W has recently returned to the ship about a month ago with a few comrades of her own. I see. I will go interrogate her and assess her given situation and make a report. " @thewdevil

[calyxthenerd]

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“So yeah, we’re meeting up with my younger cousin and his friends at the hotel so we can coordinate everything” Leon finished his long speech as they got to work in trying to find cabs for everyone, while in the other side of the airport…

“Okay, so for the cabs, it’s the usual groups, Jim, Yam and Ramiro can go into this first one since you’re all focused here, Pedro, Nico, Delfi and Jazmin, you guys go on the next one, then it’s Nina, Gaston and Matteo, followed by me, Luna, Ámbar and Emilia, am I missing someone? No? Good! Move people, move! We need to get to the hotel soon, my cousin and his friends must be waiting for us!”

At the hotel…

People from both groups started slowly arriving in cabs, Jim, Yam and Ramiro walked up to the hotel, running into Camila, Maxi and Andres “Oh I’m so sorry, me and my friends here came with our group of friends on vacation, but we don’t really know where we’re supposed to be going…” Jim let out, all in one breath

“Don’t worry, a similar thing happened to us! By the way, I love your hair! Is it natural or dyed?” Camila replied, getting Maxi to punch her arm and say through gritted teeth “Cami, what did we say about asking these kinds of questions to strangers?”

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s fine, it’s dyed, actually, me and my girlfriend” she pulls Yam forward, hugging her side “have been dying our hair together since we were fourteen!” Yam waves, smiling awkwardly “Yup, that’s right”

Ramiro walks out from behind them, chuckling “It seems you two dumb-dumbs forgot to introduce yourselves” he made a weird bow and said “Ramiro Ponce, best roller skater in the world, at your service” he got back up “and those are Jim & Yam, my favorite strange lesbians

Maxi extended his hand and shook Ramiro’s “I’m Maxi Ponte, these are Camila Torres, my favorite strange lesbian, and the one who’s been weirdly quiet is Andr- CAMILA WE LOST ANDRES!!”

Suddenly appeared Broduey and Federico, who were dragging a very confused and rambly Andres behind them, they did not look happy “You guys know full well you can’t let him out of your sight, and it was your job to watch him” Federico lectures as Broduey pushed Andres onto Maxi, who holds him close

Then Federico noticed those people were staring at him, until the tall dark haired tall one grabbed his hand and pulled him towards their side “Matteo, dude, what are you doing with those people? Come on, we need to wait for the rest” and Federico struggled against his grip, until he finally could free himself “I don’t know who you’re looking for, but my name is Federico and you’re wrinkling my clothes!” He started to run his hands down his shirt to smooth it out

A few feet away there was another weird encounter

Nico and Pedro were hauling all of Jazmin’s bags out of the cab as she and Delfi watched on, when a certain dark haired shortie, distracted by her surroundings bumped into the pile of suitcases and fell, with everything falling with her “What did you do! Do you have any idea how expensive those are???” The fashion nut berated her, as the other journalist tried to calm her down, “Jazmin, stop it, I’m sure all your 5 bags worth of outfits are fine” meanwhile the young bassist stopped with his job to go help the curly haired drummer “I’m fine, don’t worry, here let me help you guys” she got the last three bags out of the cab, showing immense upper body strength and dismissed the cab driver

“I’m so sorry about this, I’m Naty, and I’m so clumsy and this happens all the time I’m sorry-“ suddenly someone clapped a hand on her shoulder, stopping her rambled apology “Natalia, how many times have we told you to stop apologizing so damn much, and don’t you think of uttering the word sorry” said a newly-arrived Diego, with Marco on his toe

“Anyways, I’m Diego, this little bouncyball is Naty, and the tall one is my boyfriend, Marco, he’s a local, so if you’re ever in any trouble, call him, and you guys are?”

“I’m Pedro, the screechy one is Jazmin, the one calming her down is my girlfriend Delfi, and our tall one is my boyfriend, Nico”

“Good to meet you guys, we’re just waiting for our friend who organized this trip to arrive so we can all go in and meet up with his cousin and their friends” said Marco

“Funny, we’re doing the exact same thing” replied Nico

Elsewhere…

“Yes Francesca, it was a great idea to agree to take a cab by yourself in a city you don’t know-“ it dissolved into angry Italian rambling as she marched up to the hotel with her stuff, bumping into someone

“Mi dispiace- uh, um- sorry”

“Va tutto bene”

She looks up and cocks her head “Federico?”

The Federico lookalike scratches his chin “I think you got the wrong guy, my name is Matteo”

Then two other people come up to him, a brunette girl with glasses, who’s very focused on something in her tablet, and a tan guy with floppy hair, who’s guiding her, so she doesn’t bump into anyone, with the hand he has on her waist

“Hey, bro, what’s taking so long-“ Gaston furrows his eyebrows “who’s that?”

“Before you interrupted, I was about to ask her that” he looks at her expectantly

“I’m Francesca, I’m kinda lost actually, I was hoping you could help me find my friends, one of them looks a lot like you” she points to Matteo

“Okay, Francesca, this is my friend Gaston, and the one with her head stuck on the screen is his girlfriend Nina”

[paradiselady19]

So... I need to sort out my thoughts... so this is going to be me rambling on about my thoughts to the question...

WHAT IS COLIN DOING?!?

Okay, so, he does have this amazing new full beard and since he usually doesn't have it, we all assumed, it's for a new role. I'm very much behind this thought!

He is confirmed for three conventions in the states later this year, so we assumed he would be shooting something in the states.

But... now he is in Romania. Posted about Bucharest in his stories. Vacation maybe?

Maybe not, because he started following Federico Caretti, a Make Up artist, and he is in Bucharest as well. Posting stories, referring to 'On set' and shooting 'Day 1 of 102'. This guy has pictures from set, the only maybe "helpful" thing I could see, was a "Saloon" sign.

And at reading Saloon my mind immediately went to JJ Sneed. Dolly Parton herself said, JJ is not dead. But I could not find anything about a second season. And would they shoot in Romania? Probably not.

Then I googled and tried to find anything about films or series being shot in Romania. The only thing I found was the show Wednesday. Haven't watched it, so I can't say if Colin could fit in there and if there would even be a role available. This is probably to far fetched anyway...

Another thought is, when he is shooting something now, he maybe will be promoting the thing, when he is doing the conventions. But, no hint there with other guests who may be related to the assumed project.

And then I started thinking about Cannes Film Festival and this TSR event and that he maybe won't be there in person, just his avatar... because he is shooting. And they only talked about JR getting dressed in a fancy suit, and why not say something about the other hosts as well...

And now I'm lost in my thoughts and really really wish he would tell us something!

Anything. He could just tweet something like "Shooting again, yippieh!" Just so we know.

I really hope he is working and that he is happy and loving it and that we can see it someday.

[zephersspace]

Hey there, spooky ones! 🥸🤌

This week has been pretty hectic to me... but we're pushing through... or at least we try xD

I finished Santa (by Federico Gamboa) and, as my friends say, quedé. From the fourth chapter the book gets incredibly interesting! I wasn't loving it at first bc it has so many descriptions (like, pretty fucking detailed ones), but it gets lighter to read, I ended up liking it a considerable amount 🫣

Today I have my English midterm and I should be nervous but I am not which I guess is better than the alternative 😂. I missed the review bc of health issues and I hope that doesn't backfires me.

Anyways, I'm still reading Canción de tumba, by Julián Herbert, and so far so good. It has some interesting takes redaction wise (like, the narrator changes and sometimes he's talking about his present and then he goes to his past); nothing you can't notice, but it's still an interesting take.

I'm really looking forward to next week which is like a "vacation"... I really need a break.

Well, that's it for today, strangers.

☁️Remember to be kind with others, but mostly with yourselves☁️

Yours truly, Zepher 🖤

[maroon5gurl88]

#162: 8 1/2 (1963)

https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-y2g39-1447e2c We’re going on a vacation this month through the power of cinema. We start in Italy with a look at Federico Fellini’s 8 1/2. Samantha, Emily and Kristen discuss whether Guido Anselmi is a terrible human, post-WWII Italy, and why they need to hold a séance.   Kristen’s written a book for TCM and Running Press called But Have You Read the Book?…

[harley-michaels-main]

Broken Hearts Club

Summary: Part Two of Betty, Bad Ending. Based off of the song broken hearts club by gnash

Warnings: Angst, angst, and some more angst

A/N: I have no idea who is on the Argentina National Team in HAikyuu so I'm just using the actual player's names. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THESE PEOPLE ACT OR ANYTHING SO PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE I AM ONLY USING THEIR NAMES

Another A/N: Yeah so there isn't really any of reader interacting with Oikawa its really just him being depressed so um yeah enjoy

Oikawa stared out his hotel window. It had been raining for the past few days and it didn't show any signs of letting up soon. The rain in Argentina was different than the rain in Japan. Rain in Japan was colder and somewhat calmer. The Argentinian rain was harsh and hot. It hurt his lungs to breathe in the humid air, so he stayed inside most of the time.

Today just seemed to be all the more miserable as it would have marked your three-year anniversary. A full year and a half you two have been apart and he still isn't able to get over what he had done.

He groaned, pressing his palms against his eyes to try and stop his throbbing headache. The knocking that came from his door wasn't helping with it.

"Not now," He called out. The knocking continued. He groaned as he pushed himself out of his bed and answered the door. Federico stood there, a smile on his face and standing in his training clothes.

"Toru! Come on, let's go practice!" Toru stared at him for a moment before he smiled softly.

"Sorry, I don't think I can today. The weather is messing with my knee I think," He stated. He felt bad about lying, but he just felt bad in general.

Federico glanced down at Oikawa's knee. "All right then. How about we watch a movie!" He suggested as he pushed into his room, not waiting for an answer. Oikawa held back a groan as he closed the door behind Federico.

He turned around, watching as Federico took a seat on the small couch in his room. "Wow, your room is so nice! Is this what the single rooms are like?"

"Uh, yeah I guess so," Oikawa responded as he walked over and sat down next to Federico. Oikawa hadn't known the team that long, only a few months now. On the court, he was better at conversing with them, but out of the blue like this, he was as awkward as a fawn learning to walk.

"Are you alright? You seem kinda down," Federico asked as he grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table. Oikawa blinked. Was he being that easy to read?

He smiled softly and laughed it off. "Of course I'm fine. Like I said, the weather is just bothering my knee." Federico laughed along with him, clapping him on the back.

"Yeah yeah. You say that, but you look like you just had your heart broke," He countered, glancing at Oikawa out of the corner of his eye. Oikawa's smile saddened as he looked down at his lap.

"It wasn't very recent... A year and a half in fact." Federico hummed, keeping his eyes on the tv, allowing Oikawa to speak if he wanted to. "It was my fault though, so I guess I deserve it."

"I don't think anyone deserves to feel that much pain. You said a year and a half ago, no?" Oikawa nodded. "I think that is enough time to rehabilitate. Sure, the pain never goes away, but you need to move on, my friend. Everyone has had their share of heartbreak, myself included."

Oikawa looked at Federico with curious eyes. "What happened?"

Federico smiled softly as he turned his head to look at Oikawa. "Let's see... It was a few years ago. We met right before I joined the team. She was married and on vacation. We only hooked up a few times, but it was something a bit more than that."

Federico stared at the tv as he remembered the few nights that they had shared together. Sighing he shook his head with a small chuckle. "In the end, she left with her husband and I stayed here with the team."

Oikawa looked down at his lap, slouching back against the couch. "I guess the world somewhat has it out for us then." Federico raised a brow with an amused look on his face.

"What are you talking about? The world had brought us together, no? We shall be heartbroken together! We shall focus on our lives and even win the Olympics!"

Oikawa couldn't help but laugh. The ache in his chest was still there, but it was starting to heal. It was nice to know that someone he knew was going through the same thing as him.

He had someone to help him through the loneliness and the pain.

"Ah, look! It stopped raining!" Oikawa followed Federico's gaze toward the window. The sun shone brightly through the clouds. He pushed himself up from the couch and looked at Federico with a bright smile.

"Let's go practice! My knee is feeling a lot better now." Federico shared his smile as the two of them were quick to rush out of the room and toward the gym.

Neither of them was sure how long they were there or how many serves and spikes they had done. By the time they were done, it was dark and both of them were laying in their own puddles of sweat. His body ached and his palms felt as though they were on fire. Yet he never felt better.

It was only temporary relief. In the morning, the ache would settle again. Yet, slowly over time, it would ease until only a soft pressure remained. The loneliness would ease away with the company and the misery would drift away.

However, that is Oikawa from the future. At the moment, he really needed a shower.

[kaetastic]

PRINCE CHARMING

pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader

summary: Luca brings the Reader to a fancy family gathering, except, he can’t take his hands off of her when she’s in a fiery red dress, displaying her tattoos  [requested: @supermegapauselouca​]

word count: 3.4k (oop)

warning: slightly ??? nsfw lol couldn’t help it (’m horny for the man), a lot of interruptions

note: i’m so sorry this took long! i had to finish up history unfolds and was writing trouble on the side. bless you and your freaking amazing ideas 🥰 i hope this is alright :) also, i wanted to post this for my 2,000 post but nvm lol

Chattering and stifling of expensive giggles swirled in with clanking of metal on ceramic. Shufflings of polished shoes paced on the marble floors which had been drowning in shimmers of iridescent glimmer from the dancing flames huffing from the candles. The ball of hovering fire resided on the stick of wax. Beads of sweat poured to puddle on the silver tray.

With a smile, Y/N incessantly nodded her head at the woman who had been persistent on firing up a conversation. The mirror dangling from her neck blared sparkles of cerulean blue and innocent white under the howling moonlight. Although her mind directed to flickers of other thoughts, the hostess couldn’t help but stand and entertain her guest.

The woman had been rambling on and on about the origin of the diamond necklace that was up for display on her neck as if a museum. The gem was colossal, almost inhumanely possible to be sold as a worn necklace. The hostess wasn't uncomfortable with the elderly woman's declaration of the necklace's background which sounded it had a more complex, entertaining past than Y/N. It was slightly embarrassing. Every time her head had pulled her out to the abyss, the woman inquired questions like: What do you think about it? or What gem looked good on me? It felt like Y/N was tugged back to school. The elderly woman would raise her arm into the air, sparkles from the gold rings wrapped around her arm sung a choir of clanking with every jab of muscles. The amount of gold she had worn was enough to halt worldwide human hunger for at least a month.

“Zia Gianna,” The familiar English interjected the conversation. Luca’s voice was mellow honey poured over a freshly plucked out plump peach. The viscous sweetener glistened over the fruit, seeping into the minuscule pores to branch valleys of the sticky liquid. However, the Italian in his voice embedded a piercing gem on the peak of the fruit. Well, that was the popular comments quirked up towards the Italian, all sourced from his Italian family members.

Although most of the males did not bat an eye at the slightly toned-down accent, it did not pass the females without them darting a glance. His aunts were the one quirk up the English poking from his Italian. Even though he hoped the two aunties from his father’s side were the last ones to comment on his accent, hope was not enough as it went on with the night, “I see you’ve met my wife. Are you pestering Y/N about the necklace?”

The woman let out a laugh, causing her head to be thrown back, her neck nearly snapping in half. With her white silk-gloved hands on her chest, the elder woman grinned of glee after she recovered from his words. A charmer even towards his family members. Luca’s arms snaked around his wife's waist to brush his thumb gingerly over her hip as if she was a fragile plucked out flower. With the signature quirk of his lips, his pearly white teeth shot a sparkle towards his aunt, “Oh, Luca, of course. I will never stop talking about it until I die.”

The Italian shook his head, “Zia Gianna, you live under the same roof with Zio Giovanni, you’ll surely live longer than I will.”

Grinning from the mention of her hard-working (maybe over-working) husband who sacrificed his sleeping hours for the late-nights for the organization, the elderly lady clasped her hands to gawk at her nephew as if he was a hero who had saved her life, “Thank you for giving that man a day off. You don’t know how many times I've annoyed him to eat dinner at home.”

“Now I just need to give Gabriele vacation,” Gianna bopped her head, nodding in agreement with her nephew’s words. Although the woman had familiarized herself enough with the infamous mafia, she never had her sweat coated over the organization. However, the woman with prominent wrinkles can approve of the recent bustling days which was a fluctuated period of time since it was just a calm breeze before. Overhearing her working sons and husband during their rare days of consuming breakfast at home, she had picked up enough information from their ranting. Some problems that were rising in some ports had caused a rattle in the foundation of the business. “Well then, I’ll steal my wife back.”

“Of course, congratulations on the wedding once again and remember Luca,” Dragging her silk glove-covered index fingers down her cheeks, she flicked it in his direction, “Don’t lose her.”

A flicker in the aunt’s eyes was shot at the man before she left the room, strutting out of the main room to converse with her other cousins. 

“I like that,” Y/N mumbled, fingers furled around her husband’s arm, clumping up his suit while he guided them out of the crowds. The scent of lingering wood and expensive whiskey swirled into her lungs, the odour that smeared over their bedsheets. She continued. “You calling me your wife.”

“Yeah?” With a clench of his fingers, she jumped back at the abrupt feeling. A satisfied smirk sported on his lips, happy with her reaction. “Get used to it.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N couldn’t believe this was the man she ended up marrying. Although the pair had been together as couples for a long while, nearly three years, it wasn’t until he had brought up the ring. Which then led to the necklace wrapped around her finger, its diamond sparkling under the chandelier light. The wise man who was in his late thirties believed they should see how well the boats rock over the raging waves. 

After caressing his eyes over the party, he craned his neck down, hot lips puffing warm air into her ears as his eyes darted onto her inked skin that always managed to quiver his knees. A powerful woman with painting over her skin (even though he believed he could make better art on her), “Remember what you told me before?” Slightly confused, the quirked up eyebrows loosened once she understood what he had meant. Y/N couldn’t help the appearance of the satisfied smirk plastered across her face. A coquettish hum echoed into his ears. “It’s true?”

While his close cousins paced past, Luca gave a silent bop of his head as an acknowledgement of their presence. The woman peaked on her toes, whispering over the cross on his neck, “Why don’t you find out?” 

Tongue grazing his bottom lip, Luca's eyes beamed at his wife. The strings of wanton mumbling stood on the tip of his tongue, ready to flick into her ears. All that clogged in his head was pictures of her bare. His fingers trailed down, further from the appropriate position that was on her hip; down, closer towards her bare legs. 

“Luca!” The Italian yanked his hand back in a snap, fingers scratching the nape of his neck while he cleared his throat. Approaching the pair of the night was his uncle whose hair twinkled of stardust, neck drooping with the hefty golden chains that were the size for docking boats. An amused giggle brushed her lips. It was always amusing to see Luca get riled up even though she had to face the consequences which were then followed by days of resting. 

“Zio Federico.” The curled up corner of Luca’s lips etched a barely noticeable twitch, one only his wife could see. The dancing wine lapped against the glass flute as the middle-aged man hopped towards the married couple. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was because of the incessant amount of chains he dragged upon, but the head of Luca’s uncle shot forward, shoulders too slow to meet a middle-ground.

There was one thing Y/N had learnt during the ride with Luca’s life, well, more like inspect. It would be the first thing for eyes to graze upon but their lips would be sealed shut. And now that she was officially Luca’s; it will always be the elephant in the room unless there was no article of clothing on him. Every man in the party wore suits. A fortune for those outside of the blood pool to purchase. A walking advertisement for those who wore it. The grey-blue of his waistcoat contrasted with the dying black jacket, his tie of a peculiar dotted pattern that nearly resembled that of a canvas painted by birds shit.

Trekking with a slimy gait, Federico’s arms were wide open for the boy, well, man. Even though they work in the same organization, the elderly man was positioned on a different station, somewhere lower of New York. Not so secretly, Federico had a soft spot in his heart for the youth, his nephews and nieces. It felt like days ago when Luca was no more than a 12-year-old boy. Visioning it wasn’t hard as Luca had been one of his favourites (also not a secret because it had been pointed out by nearly everyone) since the boy never matched up with the rest of his troublesome cousins. The man still remembered when the meddling boys sneaked out of their classes while Luca had remained, completing the whole school day. He was much easier to control. Well, Y/N wouldn't be able to agree.

“Ciao, Luca,” He let out a boisterous cackle, yanking the taller man by his neck to smack his lips, cheek to cheek. “Look at you, married.”

With a quivering smile, Luca became the temporary slapping victim for his uncle. The once grimacing clapping of skin died down when the man had enough of his teasing, “Said it yourself, wasn’t rowdy as Alessandro.”

“That boy will never settle down,” Inhaling in the liquid, Federico shook his head at the issues riled up by his nephew. “At least Alessandro didn’t get her first.”

Y/N wore a tight lip as Luca’s frigid hands rubbed her bare skin. Although slightly debatable, she was sure the creeping smirk on his lips was not because of the amusing rumours spiralled by his cousin but because he noticed the bulging bumps and her shuddering, “At least Alessandro didn’t get her first.”

“We’ll catch up later, I’m sure you two are busy. If you want to see Luca baby photos in his diapers, I can pass ‘em around.” With a wink, the elderly man stomped away from the pair to boisterously yank his cousins in a hug.

A sigh fell of Luca’s lips, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose at his uncle’s antics. Although he was annoyed at the man, Y/N couldn’t stifle her amusement at the thought. Luca Changretta in diapers? She will need to see that.

“Were you in baby nappies?” Y/N whispered as giggles weaved through her words. While pacing down the long side of the table, she shot a sparkly smile towards one of Luca’s many aunts who returned the same gesture. Arms locked tightly, the pair sauntered around the room, gazing over the party with hidden pride flared in them.

Humming at her words, Luca halted once they were in a dim corner before his fingers found its way up her neck. All he needed was to get the idea of his uncle introducing his wife to the embarrassing childhood pictures of him out of her head and out of her creative thinking. A shudder zipped down his body at the thought of her seeing him in the train-patterned pinned diapers. Oh, he could only imagine the days of her taunting. The area of skin his calloused fingers trailed over bulged with bumping hills at the cooling sensation. To be a mafioso, Luca’s hands were often smeared with a frigid kiss of a gun’s metal. Something she had grown to adapt to.

“Luca,” Y/N hissed at her pesky husband. With a hum, his fingers laid on her cheeks, his lips were nudged to the crook of her neck, nose swirling in her intoxicating scent. “Your family’s here.”

Another hum rumbled from him, albeit, it was just to give an indication of acknowledgement. Even though her fingers were clutching onto the lapels of his jacket to nudge him away, her staggering exhale said otherwise, “How ‘bout I check now?”

With no reply but faint moans, Luca’s fingers descended at a languid pace. Caressing his skin with frigid kisses was the silk fabric of her dress, “Fuck. How can I keep my hands off of you when you look ravishing, especially with this?”

Gently nipping his teeth on the smeared trail of a slithering snake tattoo, all he could imagine was ending the party so they could get out. A dark smear hazed over his already dark iris when he couldn’t feel the usual presence of the garter. Before he had the chance to inquire her, she exhaled an explanation, “Took it off before we arrived.”

Luca’s jaw clenched, teeth grinding over one another at the thought of her bare, ready for him, “All I can think about is just having you on the desk,” Luca mumbled. While the words puffed over her neck, the flesh of his warm lips caressed her with ever so feather touch. “Can you imagine? If we were at home right now? I would just tear this dress apart.”

A gulp plunged down her throat, warmed by her deadly acid. Luca was a tease; unfortunately, she had to learn it the hard way, “Are you wet?” 

He was so close. So close to dragging her out of the party to validate it himself, but, of course, what better night than a family gathering. After his name was once again called out, he reluctantly sauntered away.

As the night aged, Luca had been yanked into countless conversations, hurling him from one side of the room to the other as if he was a throw pillow. He could feel the gurgling acid ascending his throat at the dizzying motion. However, there was one thing his mind couldn’t wipe off and that was his wife. People were rambling on about work or meeting again at a café, but his focus was not set on them. Y/N was in the same room as him. He couldn’t help his mind but divert to the silk red dress she wore. Occasionally, his eyes would steal discreet glances across the room where she would be accompanied by an aunt or his. 

He wouldn’t snap his neck towards her direction if he didn’t know what laid under the sheer fabric. The dress she wore was the exact colour of the brassiere and lace garter she wore. Well, had worn. The Italian knew this because she walked in his studies while he was finishing up some papers, in only the two undergarments. If only they hadn’t have to be rushed. And fuck was it difficult for him to maintain his twitching. Despite them being the couple of the night as they were the one to host the party, the two barely spent time together while she was dragged into gossiping about God knows what.

Cutting off the water supply with a squeak, Y/N paced out of the powder room after she was satisfied with her fixed appearance. Even though her locks of hair had been poking out of its usual, organized manner, the absence of her comb gave her only one option and that was to tolerate the mess throughout the night. As she sauntered into the empty hallway, the sharp clicking of her heels resounded off the brick walls. A buzzing sang from the flickering lights who was starving for electricity. The location of the party might’ve been in an exquisite ball but the powder room had to be underground.

Y/N knew everyone was busy munching on the meals that were being served; however, she felt eyes brushing over her figure. Having ties with the mafia was one thing, married to a mafioso was another. There had been instances where she had let her guard down at situations like this. Thankfully, Matteo or Frederico had been present. It never ended without a smear of blood on her dress. No one could get in, right? The whole mafia was present in the building. As she sauntered down the dim hallway, her shoulders were tensed, eyes set only onto the open arch that led to the ascending stairs.

Steps after steps, she could hear her breathing overlapped by her thrumming heart. A few more and she could glide over the shimmering stairs. Just a few more.

As a chilled hand slammed over her hands, the scream she stressed clogged in her throat. Thrashing in their grip, faint slamming of her unsuccessful attempts to produce at least frantic clicks of her heels whispered. Her clenched arm was ready to plunge her prodding elbow into the figure. That was until a familiar musk trickled into her head; the familiar fabric of a suit made way into her peripheral. With a toothy grin, Luca craned his neck down. Y/N didn’t feel the same way. 

After a smack to his chest and an amused chuckle, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her body onto his, “What're you doing?” Y/N hissed, annoyed at the stunt he just pulled.

“You were gone for too long.” He mumbled as his fingers gripped on her waist. His lips pressed chaste kisses on her neck. 

“I was gone for five minutes..” The woman stammered as the frigid bricks kissed her back. Luca’s mouth rested on the spot he knew too much of. The area of her sensitive skin he loved to mark. All she could see was a white haze smeared over her vision at his teasing pecks. Neck angled for better access, the Italian grazed his teeth over the tattoos trailing on her skin. Fuck. If there was one thing that can ruin Luca Changretta, it would be his woman and her tattoos. Too indulged in the ticklish feeling of his kisses, Y/N didn’t notice his hand lowering until it slipped to squeeze her inner thigh.

“Luca...” Y/N moaned, lips pressing one another as she tried her best to suppress the wanton sounds. There was one thing she didn't want. And that was to not be caught by a family member of his in such a public place. Chuckling at her bucking of hips, Luca retracted his fingers. An exasperated sigh brushed her lips, head slamming into the wall at his antics. Eyes blurred with the smeared scribble of his cross tattoo, her breathing puffed over the sole patch ink. At an agonizing pace, he pushed his fingers up. Heat radiated over his skin. Oh, he was close to the mess she had created.

A clearing of a throat trickled into their ears, snapping through the warmth that was shared between the two. Pulling away with flushed faces as if teenagers who had been caught, Luca feverishly sleeked his hair back. Still in shock, Y/N’s cheeks were smeared pink at the sight of her mother-in-law. 

“I know I said I want grandchildren, but I didn’t mean to conceive the poor soul at a family gathering.” Even though her words weaved with disappointment, there was a glint of amusement flickering behind her eyes. After her soft voice seeped through the cracks of the walls and she was no longer in sight, Y/N finally realized what had just happened.

Luca chuckled, head shaking before he burst into strings of laughter. He didn’t know what was funnier, the fact that his mother had nearly caught him fucking his wife or his frozen wife who had still yet to regain from her rigid stance.

Yanking down the hem of her dress, a frustrated groan brushed over her lips. Y/N shot irritated glares at her husband who was in a spell of laughter. Audrey Changretta just saw the hands of her son in her daughter-in-law’s dress, “What?” 

After a faint smack against his chest, Luca noticed her furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes, “What?” The woman hissed, mocking him as she clawed through her hair with her fingers in a makeshift comb. “Your mother just saw your fingers in me.”

“Well, technically, it wasn’t in yet,” Another chuckle fell off his lips when she slapped the same, sore spot. Y/N rolled her eyes. “What was I meant to do?”

Having enough of Luca, she let out a huff bnefore stomping away from the scene, “Luca!” The Italian grinned at her squeak once a boisterous smack of his hand against her back echoed through the tranquil hallway. Y/N didn’t even bother to shoot a glance at his words. 

With a matchstick dangling on the corner of his lips, he yelled out as she faded away, “Don’t get too tired, Amore! We’re not done!”

[bitter69uk]

Recently watched: The Girl in the Black Stockings (1957). Tagline: “She was every inch a teasing, taunting “come-on” blonde … and she made every inch pay off!” I’m using this period of enforced social isolation to explore the weirder corners of YouTube for long forgotten and obscure movies. (My boyfriend is accompanying me only semi-willingly). 

Look, I don’t mean to overpraise what’s essentially a lurid minor exploitation b-movie. But in terms of low-brow fifties pulp thrills, the addictively trashy Girl in the Black Stockings veritably pulsates with prurience, misogyny, twisted psychology and an almost tangible revulsion towards sex. And it condenses its shock-by-shock twists into a taut 73-minutes. 

While vacationing at The Parry Lodge, a luxe mountain resort in Utah, hunky Los Angeles-based attorney Dave Hewson (Lex Barker) tentatively romances shy Beth Dixon (Anne Bancroft), the hotel’s switchboard operator. We first encounter the couple dancing by moonlight at an outdoor pool party. “Are you breathing this hard because of me or the altitude?” Hewson suavely inquires.  Their tryst is abruptly ruined when he lights a cigarette, and the flame illuminates a brutally slain female corpse in the bushes. The dead woman is Marsha Morgan – the local “good time girl” (prepare for lots of slut-shaming and blame-the-victim talk). Her throat has been slit – and her black stockings are in shreds! Suddenly, every guest and employee at Parry Lodge is a suspect – and what a menagerie of freaks they are! They’re all hiding sordid secrets, and they all seem guilty as hell. One thing’s for sure: as Hewson surmises, “We’re not dealing with an ordinary killer committing an ordinary crime!” 

The hotel’s proprietor is Edmund Parry (Ron Randell), an embittered misanthropic quadriplegic who viscerally loathes women in general and Marsha Morgan in particular. “I must say, the man-eating witch deserved it!” he’s apt to declare. “She was poison. Like a disease! A common creature whose every word, every breath, every gesture, was the show of an empty shallow strumpet. Miss Morgan was an example of a completely justifiable homicide!” Edmund is doted on by Julia (Marie Windsor), his devoted-to-the-point-of-incest sister. Does Edmund’s paralysis eliminate him as the killer? (It’s hinted his disability is psychosomatic). And what about the hotel’s knife-wielding, blood-splattered Native American handyman Joe (Larry Chance)? Due to an alcoholic black-out, he can’t account for his actions on the night of Marsha’s murder. Or bad boy ex-con sawmill employee Frankie (Gerald Frankie), who was sexually entangled with Marsha? Meanwhile, faded matinee idol Norman Grant (John Holland) is staying at Parry Lodge while preparing for a screen comeback, accompanied by his platinum blonde paramour Harriet Ames (Mamie Van Doren). As more dead bodies begin cropping up (cut to newspaper headline exclaiming “Maniac Strikes Again!”), it becomes apparent a serial killer is stalking this remote desert town. Who will be next?  

The Girl in the Black Stockings certainly boasts a fun ensemble cast.  By this point, premium fifties beefcake leading man Lex Barker (a former husband of Lana Turner’s) had already portrayed Tarzan and was yet to feature in Federico Fellini’s La Dolce Vita (1960). Barker’s facial expression is permanently set to “pensive squint”, but we get copious glimpses of his wondrous physique, so who’s complaining? Today we remember Anne Bancroft as a heavy-weight credible “prestige” talent, but before she won her 1962 Best Actress Academy Award for The Miracle Worker, she paid her dues in b-movies like Don’t Bother to Knock (1952), Gorilla at Large (1954) and this one. Character actor John Dehner plays local sheriff Jess Holmes as if he’s wandered in from a Western. Tough-as-nails film noir broad Marie Windsor is cast against type in a virtuous “good girl” role. The Girl in the Black Stockings’ poster mischievously hints archetypal fifties bad girl and personification of moist womanly needs Mamie Van Doren is the film’s star (and the titular girl in the black stockings). In fact, her third-billed role as “the stunning blonde who lived for pleasure” is surprisingly small. Ultimately, it’s Ron Randell’s ferocious performance as the twisted-by-hatred Edmund that leaves the most indelible impression. 

Because it was made in ’56 (when the Motion Picture Production Code was still enforced), The Girl in the Black Stockings can only imply the violence and kink. All the murders occur off screen, but the script compensates by having characters describe the mutilations in gruesome detail (“A girl was slaughtered and carved-up like a side of beef tonight!” “Those arms! Cut up like a jigsaw puzzle!”).  Some particularly vivid moments: when one of the potential culprits is cornered by the cops at the lumber mill, he panics and falls into a buzz saw! And when a little girl discovers a dead body floating face down in the hotel’s pool, she giggles, “Look at that funny man!” Foreshadowing Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho (1960), William Castle’s Strait-Jacket (1964), eighties slasher films and even David Lynch’s Twin Peaks (think of Marsha Morgan as the equivalent of Laura Palmer), The Girl in the Black Stockings offers a tawdry good time. 

Watch the film here. 

[lunavadash-creates]

Oh Dear, you’ve opened Pandora box of my curiosity! I would love to read about your other OCs! Does all your OC’s have something in common with you? I know you mentioned that the only trait you share with Amara are green eyes. But there are many traits you share with Olivia! What about others? But please, enjoy your vacation first!

Btw. Olivia is one of very few female names I like

🔪

Ha! Actually you opened the Pandora Box!

Honestly I have an OC for every fandom?men/women I like. Some of them doesn't even have name but I can imagine traits of them all. Also some OCs add a pinch of supernatural fantasy into the stories.

For AC 1 I have Amara and Shifa.

Shifa was an idea for a witch that was able to give Malik his hand back. Tbh I wrote some about it and then dropped it ;; (opsie)

For Ezio I have Flora. The only supernatural part of her is that she can see ghosts. Basically she sees ghosts of Federico and Giovanni and then tried to tell Ezio about it because she needs his help to help them cross the border. Actually I mostly use Flora in Sims but that story is complicated and lasts for all Ezio trilogy.

For Connor I thought about Slavic girl (idk I just like Slavic looks and folk outfits/stories etc. She run away from Europe after her country was destroyed and became a doctor/herbalist in America. She helps people both British and Native if she can. She doesn't want to hurt anyone. She used to be an assassin but she didn't want to kill and take part in wars.

Olivia - I already said a bit about her. She is a seamstress, Thomas Hickey's younger sister, bunny lover.

For Edward... Well I don't have oc for him to be with but I have an OC they actually starts her story in black flag! Ceri (Ceridwen) is a mermaid that became friends with Edward. She was for him when he lost everyone but when he settled in London she had to leave. She went back to th sea but she visited sometimes to check on them and meet baby Haytham. She promised Edward she would protect Haytham. But then she disappeared again and when she came back Edward was dead and Haytham was gone. She found him eventually during ac rogue, decided to stick by his side but eventually fell for Shay. Isn't it too weird? But I really like mermaids and sirens so I just had to make at least one!

I have 2 oc for Haytham. Olivia is my main one but when I'm down I like to make something about the other one. Lori (Loralei) is a siren who is with Haytham. I created her for my friend who has also sea creature for Shay! Sometimes we have fun with developing their relationship.

Shay - as I said, for him I only have this mermaid lady.

Arno - Vivienne. It's a soulmate au which I already wrote and it's somewhere on Tumblr and my ao3. I think I may write more about them sooner or later. Back then I had big mood for soulmate au's because I find them interesting!

For Arno I also have male OC Gilbert (alternative for french Frye I guess ). Gilbert is a writer and a friend of De Sade. He meets Arno by accident and then... He writes a book about him, but actually changed his name and such. But when Arno sees this book, he knows it's about him. He and Gilbert have funny relationship. Gilbert is at the same time very mature and very childish! He helps Arno to move on in life.

Jacob - let's start with Megan, another Slavic oc who tries to help people who run away from central/East Europe to London. She is an assassin and was sent to London to free it. She is supposed to make fully functional assassin's bureau in London and liberate the city. Council doesn't know Evie and Jacob are there so she kind of .. blackmails them to do what she wants or she will tell on them and they will be kick of the brotherhood. But eventually they work things out.

I have informant Ian who is also for Jacob. He is kind of a psycho and morally grey but welp.

I know it's so many and I'm like creating more whenever something inspires me. It's a total mess but it makes me happy 🥰

I almost forgot! Octavia the doctor for Otso Berg, finding out that his daughter isn't sick but poisoned by abstergo.

I have no oc for Bayek (except one lil oc who is a child Bayek and Aya kind of adopts) because I have so much respect and Aya and I'm in such an awe for Bayeks love I feel like I would be disrespectful if I made OC to be with him.

[purplesurveys]

1062

survey by chrissylee22dc

A

Achievements: I guess I’m being asked to list some of mine...some of the ones I’m proudest of, at least, are graduating university with honors, landing a job (liking it is a big bonus), and taking up leadership positions.

Age: I am 22, but never felt quite like it.

Are you planning something right now? Kind of. I’m eyeing a long road trip to Tanay with just myself and go to one of their coffee shops, but idk when I’ll be able to do that. My wallet and bank account are still beat from Christmas lol (and until now I’m still buying gifts for friends), so it might have to wait until sometime next month.

Arizona or Alaska: I think Arizona weather is already quite like ours here, so I might enjoy Alaska a bit (if not a lot) more. There’s generally a lot more factors I find interesting with Alaska, like their food.

B

Birthdate: April 21st.

Build: I’m quite thin and underweight, but I actually recently made plans to start working out - both to make an effort to be healthy with myself, and also to feel good post-breakup. I’m hoping to see some changes in my body and build in the coming months.

Babies, do you have any? None of those, not sure if that’s still the plan for me.

Blonde or Brunette: Brunette.

C

Childhood sweetheart: Erm, does Gab count? We technically weren’t kids anymore when we first got together. I wasn’t attracted to anyone as a kid and was more concerned with growing my Pokemon pogs collection.

Current mood: I’m hungry and can go for savory breakfast foods right now, like shakshuka or huevos rancheros. Also a little anxious because I really don’t want to think about work, but tasks continue to pile up for a certain client.

Children, are there more in your future? There aren’t even any to begin with.

Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi just because it reminds me of Punk and my chaotic wrestling fangirl years.

D

Dad's name: Edgardo, but no one calls him by that full name. He has two nicknames; one of which he hates and only family and friends use, and the other is the name he has permanently introduced himself as in his workplace.

Dating anyone: Not anymore.

Do you plan on having lots of money? Don’t most people?

Dogs or cats: Dogs.

E

Elementary School: I’m not sharing that.

Eye color: Dark brown/black.

Ever going to China? Probably not right now considering the present situation. I’d love to go to the rural cities and have a peek into their country life.

Early or Late: EARLY. Lateness is a big pet peeve, unless the excuse is super reasonable like Manila traffic or a car accident.

F

First Crush: The first person I felt remotely attractive to was Andi, from 6th grade. Then she moved to New Zealand and the crush quickly faded out.

Fears: For concrete things, I hate cockroaches and fair rides. For bigger concepts, I fear getting left behind, failing, and not getting approval, and the idea of never being satisfied or happy with who I am, what I’ve done, or where I’ve gone.

Future goals: Have a place of my own, be able to sustain myself, and keep myself alive.

Funny or Serious: I think everyone has to have both sides. I wouldn’t want to hang out long with people who can’t be sat down to just shoot the shit with conversations that go a little deeper. At the same time, I’d be quickly bored with someone who talks about existential or philosophical topics 24/7 and takes everything seriously.

G

Grandparent's names: On my dad’s side, Dolores and Federico; on my mom’s side, Agnes and Jun. My maternal grandpa is the third in multiple generations of Abelardos in the family, but his nickname is simply ‘Jun,’ because Philippines.

GPA: We don’t measure our grades with that, but we do have a GWA; I’m just not sure how that can be converted to GPA. Mine was in the 1.47 range, which was good enough for cum laude honors. I barely missed out on a magna cum laude honor (which required a 1.45 GWA), so that’s something I’ve always been pressed about and I know I could have clinched it if the pandemic didn’t cancel my final semester, which would’ve given me the chance to pull up my grades.

Going anywhere this weekend? I don’t think so. I want to spend the remaining 5 days of my break completely unproductively.

Giver or Taker: Giver. I like pleasing people.

H

High School: I attended one school from kindergarten to high school.

Hair color: Black.

Hate anyone for life? I don’t think so. I dislike some people, but I can’t tell if I’ll feel that way for the rest of my life.

Hairspray or Gel: When I’m going somewhere or attending something fancy, I use hair gel to hold my hair down.

I

In 8th grade, who was your best friend? Eighth grade is freshman year of high school, right? In that case, my best friend was Gabie.

Is ignorance bliss? Sometimes it is. I like no longer being updated about Gabie’s life. Back when I still tried to push my way in, I was miserable. I stopped doing so over the holidays and I just stopped reaching out, stopped trying to communicate, everything. I’ve been a lot happier that way.

Is there anything you wanna share? That’s kinda the goal with every survey I take.

Ice Cream or Cake: Right now, maybe ice cream. I’m very picky about cake, and I don’t like the spongy ones aka most cakes I know.

J

Jumped rope for fun: That’s exactly what I use jump ropes for. I don’t think I ever used it for fitness or working out except for maybe PE.

Junk around you right now? I mean, not really. I have my embroidery stuff in a pile beside me, but I don’t consider them junk.

Joining anything anytime soon? Not planning on it. I briefly considered joining a gym as a new thing to do for 2021, but in the end I figured working out at home would be enough. Angela recommended the latter as well, so that’s how I abandoned my gym plans quickly haha.

January or July: I guess July? January always feels just a teeny bit stranger than other months, considering it’s the beginning of a new year.

K

Killed anyone: ...This serious?

Keeping a secret? I keep different secrets from different people.

Kicking someone off your top friends today? I don’t think that’s a thing anymore. Hasn’t been for a while.

Kiwi or Apple: Apple, just because I’ve never had the chance to taste kiwi.

L

Lost anyone close to you: I’ve lived 22 years, of course I have. I’d be very surprised if someone has lived that long but has never experienced losing people, whether from a fallout, from death, etc. Just this year alone I lost a great-aunt on my maternal grandpa’s side, and a ton of relatives from my maternal grandma’s side.

Last kiss, when and who: Gabie, three months ago.

List 3 people that you'll love forever: I can only think of Angela. And of course, Gab.

Lover or Fighter: Fighter, I suppose. I can be relentless. Right now with my breakup has been the only time I allowed myself to take a step back and not forcibly take things under my control for once.

M

Middle School: We don’t follow the concept of middle school here. The levels in middle school fall under elementary school as well.

Marital Status: Single.

Mom's name: Abigail.

Music or TV: TV.

N

Northernmost state you've been to: Batanes, which is as northernmost as northernmost gets in the Philippines.

Nickname: A lot of family members call me Byn, but for the most part Robyn has always been my main nickname.

Name your future boy and girl: I have yet to make up my mind about this.

Naughty or Nice: Nice. I never particularly feel ~naughty, and since the breakup I especially haven’t felt the need to be sexual.

O

Opened a piece of mail that wasn't yours? Sometimes I’ll open the electricity or water bill addressed to my parents out of curiosity just to find out how much we consumed in the last month. But nothing more than that.

Occupation: I’m an associate at a PR agency.

Owe anyone money: Nope.

Outgoing or Shy: Shy at first but I can get outgoing once I’ve warmed up to a person/situation.

P

Place you most want to be? Right now? I’d love to be at a coffee shop or bar at a higher altitude, with a view of the city. I used to go to a lot of these before the pandemic hit, but now I’m thinking of doing it again.

Purposely destroyed someone’s life? No.

Planning a major trip? Not really. Most tourist spots require swab tests and I am not having anything go up my nose.

Pink or Black? Love both, but I like pink ever so slightly more.

Q

Quit a class: I’ve never dropped a class. I’ve wanted to, but there was so much paperwork to fill out to do so and I also didn’t want to be behind on my overall schedule.

Quickly...the first word to come to mind: Whistle, because the pink/black question reminded me of Blackpink.

Quitting your job soon? No lol I’m barely two months in.

Quiet or Loud: I can be both, but these days I’ve been quieter.

R

Riding in an airplane: I have no idea what this is asking.

Ride, tell me about yours: ^ Same.

Running for any political office in the future? No plans to.

Rain or Snow: I guess rain, since it’s the only one I’ve experienced.

S

Siblings names and ages: Nina is 20, my brother is 17.

Shoe size: I fit anywhere between a size 6 to 7.

Shave daily? It used to be daily, but I haven’t had the need to since the quarantine began.

Shower or Bath: Shower.

T

Turning 21 was (will be): It’s been a year since then.

Texas, ever been? No but I have relatives who live there, so it’s one of my choice states to visit and stay at if I ever plan to go to the US.

Think you'll live to be 100? I doubt it. I don’t have any relatives who lived until that age.

Tame or Wild: Idk, tame I guess?? I don’t know what this is asking.

U

Unique quality about you: I feel like this is a question best answered by other people who see and interact with me more than I do myself.

Underwear on? Yeah.

Under your bed lies: Large containers with all the magazines I collected from childhood that I can’t bring myself to throw out.

Under or Over: Idk, you have to be more specific.

V

Virgin? No.

Vacation time left? I have five days left, including today :( I plan to be the most unproductive or bum-y I’ve ever been, because I have no clue when I’ll have a break this long again.

Voting in the next Presidential election? Of course.

Volleyball or Swimming: I like swimming more, but I like watching volleyball.

W

Went white water rafting? I don’t think so, but I would give it a shot.

Wearing right now: A hoodie that’s around two sizes bigger for me.

Write a sentence about you: About anything? I’m a little upset with myself for having been a bit lousy with survey-taking during the holiday break. I planned on taking a lot to catch up on the ones I’ve missed out on, but so far I mostly take just one a day lol.

West Coast or East Coast: East.

X

X-Rays in the past month: 0.

X-Mas plans: Had a get-together with my mom’s side of the family on the 24th; we hosted our own Christmas party on the 25th; and we visited my dad’s side of the family on the 26th.

X, does it mark the spot? Idk.

X-Tina or Britney? Britney.

Y

You lost "it" when? I mean, I’ve had more than one moment where I freaked out...

Your favorite song:  I’m really in love with Saw You In A Dream by The Japanese House. My favorite songs come and go, but this one has been a constant.

Your favorite place on Earth: Sagada.

Yes or No: Idk. I’m not enjoying these vague ass questions.

Z

Zodiac Sign: Taurus.

Zodiac Sign: Idk, I’m still a Taurus.

Zippos are neat, agree? I don’t have an opinion.

Zoo or Circus: Neither.

[sanjuno]

I’ve been rewatching sailor moon recently and so I reread you sailor moon AU’s and I thought “what would happen if you combine your SI!Shingo and SM x KHR au’s?” How would SI!Shingo react to have long a cousin? How would he react with the khr cast? Was just wondering and couldn’t stop thinking about it Well then bye

Hahahaaa… hm. Well.

First thing is that Chibiusa would still try to brainwash Usagi’s family, but SI!Shingo is is just like… hahaha, nope. Their parents still get hypnotized though. But the whole “Yeah you do actually have a cousin” thing would then be exposed.

Shingo would then proceed to be the unrepentant troll that we all know he is and convince his entire family to take a spontaneous vacation to visit relatives because “Chibiusa came all this way by herself without telling anyone and Auntie should probably be informed about where she ended up.”

Shingo would hear “Namimori” and go “Huh?”

Shingo would hear “Sawada Tsunayoshi” and go “… uh-huh.”

“Hmm…” goes Shingo, who would sit there with a bubble tea while Tsuna flails over the sudden arrival of previously unknown mystery relatives and No He Does Not Have A Sister!

“Mwahahahaha~” goes Shingo. My Plans Have Just Become Significantly Easier To Execute.

And then things proceed to develop along similar lines to “Celestial Chorus” but with more examples of Shingo showing up in Italy to drop glitter bombs on the Mafia while he kidnaps a few people. Because Tsuna is his cousin and that means Shingo is going to Make Sure Things Go Better Than Canon.

Hayato is far too happy to be abducted by an alien and shoved headfirst into his Sky’s arms. Shingo is a Concern and makes sure Tsuna is too.

Mukuro is super suspicious until Shingo takes him along to kidnap Nagi because weird Mist-bond shenanigans. Also Shingo is the only one able to commiserate with Mukuro about the whole “died and reincarnated” thing.

Basically this results in the entirety of the bitty!Tenth Generation getting an express trip to Crystal Tokyo like some sort of weird preparatory training class for the Ten Years Later Arc. The Black Moon get their asses kicked by a bunch of teeny-boppers it’s brilliant.

Shingo continues to be a troll and convinces Hayato and Mukuro to keep taking jobs in Italy for Reasons. Mostly “fucking with Reborn” reasons but still.

Depending on how I decide the timeline works out Shingo might also kidnap his other cousins when they get “killed” and hide them on the Moon because he wants to fuck with Timoteo too. Also to prevent Tsuna from actually having to be Decimo.

Enrico, Massimo, and Federico would like to get off the Moon now please. Please? Little Cousin don’t you think this joke has gone too far?

No, Shingo is outraged and stubborn as fuck. Timoteo is a horrible father and I’m not giving you back until he apologizes!

Unfortunately the wards on the Iron Fort mean Shingo can’t just teleport in and grab Xanxus so he needs to stage a Ring Battle situation so Timoteo will let Xanxus out. Which is the impetus behind a lot of Shingo’s generalized fuckery in Italy.

So long story short the Ring Battles get invalidated because Shingo drops the “rumours of our death were greatly exaggerated” brigade in the middle of the arena and kicks back in a lounge chair with yet another bubble tea while Enrico bellows nearly incoherent verbal abuse at his father and makes distressed mother hen noises over Xanxus’ extensive network of scars.

Also the brothers di Vongola have maxed out their combat magic stats because they had nothing better to do on the Moon than train their Flames and read. So they caught up on the lost thousand years of Magical Theory stored in the Moon Palace Library and ran all the Senshi level training simulations.

Enrico has significantly more social value and trust than Xanxus and much more political acumen than Tsuna so it’s a hell of a lot easier to get the information about how Flames/Magic is supposed to work circulated through with wider Rainbow Mafia. Which spills over to the Triads/Yakuza/Mob/etc. Which basically becomes an underground movement that is slowly reviving the values and cultures of the Silver Millennium.

The “Ukiyo” revival makes things much, much more difficult for people like the Dread Moon Circus and Death Busters to target random civilians.

Also aside from the TYL arc most of Tsuna’s future battles are derailed either because Enrico Dealt With It or Shingo Trolled Them Into Oblivion.

Kawahira still ends up crying into Usagi’s skirts though. And Daemon still gets an Ofuda to the face.

The End. XD

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Sunset

Request: Federico Bernardeschi takes his girlfriend on vacation and proposes to her!

Warnings: brief sexy talk

________________________________________

Federico was terrible at keeping secrets from her. Whatever he was planning was stressing him out, and if his leg bounced any faster it might break away from him. She reached for his hand. “What is it?”

“The boat’s late.”

“So?”

“We’ll miss the sunset.”

“I don’t see how, it’s right there.”

He rolled his eyes. “We won’t be at the right spot when the light’s right.”

“It will still be a beautiful night, on a beautiful lake, with a beautiful woman.” She tickled him under his ribs, and he managed to crack a smile. “Why don’t you tell me what’s so special about this sunset?”

“And ruin your birthday surprise? I’ve spent months arranging this.” He perked up at the sound of an approaching motor. “Finally.” The boat captain waved at them while his crew docked.

“I thought I got my presents last night,” taking his hand as they walked down the gangway.

“I can do better than lingerie and a few orgasms.” He actually looked a little insulted.

“They were really good orgasms, though.” She saw him smile to himself.

The captain briefly went over the safety procedures before pulling away from the dock again, and Fede bundled them under a heavy blanket against the breeze. The scenery was, truly, breathtaking. I could live here, she thought to herself, looking out at the mountains surrounding the lake. A vacation home, maybe, something small to escape to when we need it. She snuggled in closer to Fede, linking her fingers through his across his chest. Maybe a little house on the water, with a slide off the dock for the babies when they came.

She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t notice the boat slowing til they were stopped, anchored in the open water. “Oh,” she gasped, looking out at the horizon. “Oh, it’s perfect.” Fiery streaks of pinks and oranges and reds spread across the sky as the sun fell lower, appearing to sink into the water.

Fede stood, hands in his pockets as he stared out at the sky. “We could buy a place here,” he said.

“I was just thinking that,” she laughed.

He turned to her, holding out a hand. “Come here.” He folded her into his arms, brushing a sweet kiss over her lips. “Have you had a nice birthday?”

“I’ve had a wonderful birthday,” she said, feeling the warmth of his smile spread through her. “Thank you, baby.”

He swallowed, bit his lip. “There’s one more thing.” As the sun set fully, soft lights around the boat flickered to life. He somehow looked even more handsome in their glow.

“Federico,” she chided him, reaching up for another kiss. “You spoil me.”

“Do you remember our third date?”

“When you tried to make me dinner and almost cut off your finger instead?” She grinned. They had spent six hours at the hospital while a specialist stitched him up. He hadn’t tried to mince garlic since.

He nodded. “I called my mother that night and told her I’d fallen in love.”

“That’s funny, you didn’t tell me for another three months.”

“Well, I had to be cool about it.” His laugh was light but nervous. He cleared his throat. “You were incredible that night. You’re my rock. I feel like I could conquer the world with you at my side, but I don’t need to. You are the world to me. You’re everything. And if you’ll have me…” He raised the little black box from his pocket, and she forgot how to breathe. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He took a long, shaky breath. “Will you marry me?”

She could barely see through her tears. “Oh my god, oh my god… baby! Yes!” She took his face in her trembling hands. “Yes, yes, yes,” she repeated, and she could feel the joy in his kiss, the relief. He lifted her into his arms, nearly crushing her in his excitement.

“Here, before I drop it” he said, setting her down to open the box, and she couldn’t stop herself from squealing. It was perfect, in size and shape, and it fit like a dream. “Do you like it?”

“I love it. I love you.” She wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest, and they held each other under the brilliant night sky.

[calyxthenerd]

Group Vacation Surprises

Previous Chapter

On the venue where a random band was playing

"Man, this place is a bust, i think my cousin could make better music, and she's three" complains the italian

"Okay, so, where should we go?"

"Earlier, before i got the flyer for this band, Broduey texted me the adress of the place he was taking Andrés, we could join them?"

"Sounds good"

At the sci-fi museum

"And this is one of the original lightsabers used in the starwars movies, thoughtfully donated to this museum by the lucas film studios" drawled the tour guide

"Princesa!!!!!!" called the spaniard "It's one of the originals from the movies!!!!!!! how exciting is that???"

"I know!! so exciting!!" his girlfriend squealed back

On a karaoke bar

"Here we are, this bar i've never been to before!" says the brazilian, making a grand gesture with his hands

"This place is actually pretty nice, not somewhere i would've found by myself, but nice" nodded the cocky singer

"I love it!!! the lights are so pretty!!! i'm going to get a drink!" squeaked his girlfriend, bouncing off to the bar, where attempted, and failed to follow, sighing, he resigned himself to sticking with his new acquaintances, knowing she would come find him later, and if she didn't, well, she had his number

on the other side of the bar, friends found each other

"Nico?!"

"Jim?!"

"Pedro?!"

"Ramiro?!"

And the two redheads left just said their own names,, not wanting to be left out

"Jazmin!"

"Camila!"

The first one to recover was the bassist among them, who asked "Ramiro, Jim, how did you end up on the exact same bar as us? and who is this girl? and why does she look so much like my ex?"

To which the rapper replied "breathe, dude, one question at a time, to answer your first one, Jim and i came to sing karaoke, and to answer your other questions, i think it's best if our new friend introduces herself"

"Hi, Camila Torres here, older sister of Ada and Eva and resident crazy redhead"

"WAIT!!! you're the Camila Torres??? you're like, my favorite actress of all time" rambles the fashion blogger

"Oh, thanks honey, always nice to meet fans" she replies, genuinely

"Okay, i think we're glossing over a very important detail here, you mean, Eva and Ada, like OUR Eva and Ada" he points to himself and Pedro "are your sisters???"

"They don't belong to anyone, but yeah, they're my sisters"

"Pedro, hold me" and he faints

Meanwhile, a few feet away from that exchange, a certain italian is with his back turned, chatting with his friend over some drinks

"Matteo!! I've finally found you!" she jumps on his back, making him spill his drink all over himself, before going back to solid ground, not noticing the spilled drink, or the fact that this guy isn't wearing the same outfit her boyfriend was wearing when they got there, but he's slowly turning around to berate her for it "I've been looking everywhere for you, because when i got to the bar, you weren't behind me and..." he grabs her face between his hands, making her look at him "You're not Matteo...!" "No I am not"

"Get your hands off her!" snarls the other italian

"Matteo!!" she calls out, running into his arms, as he holds her close

"So, care to explain? anyone?" he looks between Federico and Maxi, who has his hands up in surrender, looking for a way out of this situation

"Look man, i don't want your girlfriend, because one, she's barely scrapping 20" "she's 19" "so, barely scrapping 20, while i'm almost 30, two, she's not my type, like, at all, i like tall blondes, and three, she came up to me, while i had my back turned, because she mistook me for you, jumped on my back, spilled my drink and ruined my outfit, i was just trying to get her to see i wasn't her boyfriend so i could go back to my hotel, take a shower, put on some clean clothes and forget this ever happened, okay? Maxi, let's go" and they walked away, not leaving space for a response

"Chico Fresa, despite me loving how clingy you get when jealous, you need to control yourself, these scenes never do anyone any good" says the short brunette, uncharacteristically serious

"I know, i'm working on it with my therapist, but now, let's sing! i signed us up for a song i think you know!"

The first chords of a very familiar song start playing as he drags her onstage, shoving a microphone onto her hand and grabs another one for himself

"Busco una salida

Y no entiendo lo que pasa

Y aunque sé que soy valiente

Tiembla mi voz"

she starts, taking a step back once it'is over so he can sing his part

"Alguien que me diga

Quién es quién aquí en mi alma

Y talvez hoy me descubra

En esta canción"

he steps back, letting her have her turn

"Busco ese momento

Donde llenas mi confianza

Y provocas en mi mente revolución"

he replaces her again

"Alguien que decifre

Este miedo y esta calma

Porque es nuevo para mí

Esta sensación"

they walk towards each other, their eyes meeting as they get to the bridge and start singing it, together, followed by the chorus

"Solo tú estás a mi alrededor

Y por eso es que canto

Que más da?

Lo que sinto es diferente si tú estás

No me importa lo que tienes para dar

En tus ojos puedo estar

Se me miras no precisas hablar

Talvez eres mi otra mitad"

And they keep singing and looking at each other, like in a trance, until the last chorus, when they finish the song and the whole place claps, snapping them out of it and making them hurriedly place the mics on their stands and rush out of the stage, probably off to find the fastest way to get to one of their hotel rooms

Back to that restaurant

"Violetta Castillo, will you marry me?"

"So, what do you say? my knees are starting to hurt" he asks again, getting her out of her frozen state

"YES!!!" she jumps on him, knocking them both down to the ground, where they stay, giggling, until the waiter comes in with their food and clears their throat, making them both stand up quickly and go back to the table, and they start eating until he freezes and chuckles, making her cock her head to the side in confusion

"What is it, mi sueño?"

"The ring, it's still in the box, on the floor" he bends down and picks it up, as they both laugh, and when he comes back up he grabs her hand, carefully sliding the ring onto her finger "there, you're stuck with me now"

"I can't wait"

At the port

"This was really fun, i love doing things with you"

"Aw, is little miss queen of the rink going soft on me?"

"Oh, shut up, you bitch..." she trails off, when she sees the scene in front of her

"Really? you couldn't be without me one afternoon and you already replaced me?" she snarks, looking at Simón and Yam playing their guitars and singing together

The male guitarist jumps up at the sight of his girlfriend, almost dropping his guitar into the water, if not for the fast reflexes of the two blonde lesbians accompanying them "Rosa!!!" he squeezes her tightly

"Mi amor, i love your hugs as much as anyone but Luna, but you're kinda crushing me there" she breathes out, voice hoarse

"Sorry Rosa, I just got excited to see you!"

"I know, and it's adorable, now, back to the hotel? you two better make sure me taking time off from work is worth it" she walks out of the pier

They look at each other "yes, ma'am" they reply in unison, following her. leaving a lost and confused Yam to follow them from a distance

At the airport

"So, i booked your room in advance, it has a queen sized bed, because only the best for my princess, and if you want i can set you up with room service for dinner, because you must be starving and we all know how much airplane food sucks and gosh, you must be exhausted, was the flight okay? did anyone bother you while you waited? do you want me to carry you, i can carry you, and-"

The british girl cups her face, successfully silencing her "Delfi, darling, i'm okay, let's just get a taxi to the hotel, alright?"

Her dark haired girlfriend just nods silently, gesturing at a cab that was passing by them, making it stop, the driver got out and helped them load the bags into the trunk, everyone climbed into the car, that made it's way to the hotel

[bewareofchris]

31: federico/edward

R/Nc-17 | Federico/Cristina, Anne/Mary, implied/referenced Federico/Edward | “Don’t kink shame me.”

Federico had not been drinking alone.  No, on this adult vacation, far from responsibility and children, he had been drinking with friends and relatives and friends of relatives.  He had been licking the taste of freedom, and salt water, and liquor off his lips and enjoying the feel of sand between his toes.  

Mary was a happy drunk, always smiling so bright and so loud that it crinkled up the corners of her eyes.  She had been bawling with laughter, telling him about how they’d met Edward at a pirate thing, how he had shown up in a Walmart costume with black-and-white stripes and red scarves.

Anne was a sweet drunk, with wandering hands, sitting on Mary’s lap with one hand in her shirt, squeezing her breast like nobody else was around to see.  The story was irrelevant to her, but she added in tidbits and fun asides, saying things like:  I liked the blue one.  Remember the blue one?  He was hot in the blue one.

He must have been some kind of fire in the blue-pirate-costume because Mary had interrupted her retelling of real events to concentrate on Anne’s pretty face.  She’d breathed out, “yeah,” like the statement required any sort of agreement at all.

Cristina looked sideways at him, one eyebrow raising as her head tilted out to the side, motioning at the couple kissing like fucking not so far away from them.  Her head motion was an invitation, and he was fully willing to take her up on anything.  It was the coordination that was lacking.  The part of his brain that should have told him to get up, to move it elsewhere, that was the bit that missing.  He leaned forward just far enough to cup his hand at the back of her neck, to pull her forward to kiss her with half the unadulterated desire of the others.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her, or that she didn’t want him, it was just--

Cristina’s skirt was inching up her legs, she was twisting around to lift up on her knees, she was straddling his thigh, pulling his hand up against her warm-and-wet-and ready.  Her voice was a siren’s clever hum, saying: “I bet he’s got the costume still.”

“Yeah,” Federico whispered back.  His fingers slid inside her damp panties.  She was wet, and hot and aching.  Her fingernails were like knives biting into the backs of his arms.  She pushed down against the careful touch of his hands with no attempt at modesty or patience.  

“You thinking about it?” she asked, “thinking about how he’d look--all those buttons, and layers.  Can you imagine peeling out of it?  Could you imagine--”

“He’s got the guns too,” Anne said from the side, “he’s got a real cutlass, he’s got the whole set up.  No hat, the blue brings out his eyes, and the guns brings out his bossiness.”  She might have said more, but Mary was pulling her attention back, telling her how rude it was to interrupt.

“I bet he’d fuck you,” Cristina whispered against his ear.  She was grinding against his hand, restlessly fucking the two fingers he’d slid into her.  “I bet he’d bend you over something and fuck you.”

“Oh God,” Federico gasped.  He kissed her just to make her shut up, and she whimpered into his mouth as the motion of her hips grew frantic, as the chair started shaking with the effort of holding them both up.  Federico was all set to turn her over and do this properly when she clenched around his fingers and bit into his lip.  She was shivering with fulfillment, shamelessly enjoying herself, and then sagging back away from him as it were polite to make use of a man without offering anything in return.  His pant leg was wet where she had been and his fingers were running with--

“For Christ’s sake,” Edward said.  He’d excused himself from drinking, promised he’d come back to make sure they were behaving themselves, and there he was now, looking like a real tourist.  His shirt was hanging open and his shorts were above his knee.  He was tanned as an old hide, with his tattoos half-faded on his chest and his hair bleached so blonde by the sun you’d never convince a man it had been almost brown once.  “Go inside.”  He held out his hand for Anne and she took it with a pout.

Mary stood up on her own, but said, “Cristina wants you to put on your Captain’s coat and fuck her husband.”

“Yeah,” Anne agreed, “bent over something.”

Federico would have preferred that nobody ever share that information, but Cristina picked up her drink with a smile.

“Bed,” Edward said rather than continue the conversation.  He didn’t move until his friends (and sometimes lovers) were up the beach to the hotel doors and then he looked back at them with a skeptical frown.

Cristina set down her drink again, pulled her skirt down so it was covering thighs again, and said, “don’t kink shame me.”

“I don’t need costumes,” Federico offered.

“You’re drunk,” Edward said.  “Come on, back to the hotel.”  He held out his hands for Cristina to take and she slid up against his body with her arm around his back, making quiet-sure-plans for the future about pirate costumes and rough sex.

It was Federico’s ass that was being offered up, and his aching dick that had been neglected and he couldn’t even find enough brain-cells willing to work together to protest.

[noora-nora]

I’ve been on vacation for a week and was finally able to digest everything (both trailers, tumblr theories everything) and WOW. Italia did THAT. S3 is going to be both beautiful & heartbreaking at the same time. I’m curious because Ele also looks hurt in some parts of the trailer, so besides the SA plot what if she’s physically assaulted as well? (Her injured leg). My poor baby.

I know! I made a trailer anyalsis post and during this scene in the trailer:

It really reminded me of a scene post fight in episode 8 or 9 (after Eleonora will say that she needs space), but boy version of Federico had a broken nose just like in the original episode three, so when does this scene occur?!? I saw a lot of theories about how Edoardo will hit a dude with a chair because the guy will say homophobic comments to Martino or Filo. If that is the case, pour me a beer, I will never be ready to witness that monstrosity.

I suspect that either she will get the injuries from the assault (😭😭😭) or that she will get them while she is having a panic attack about the assault. My heart is really not prepared for this season at all.....

[obviouslyyourdreamland]

All roads lead to Rome!

   Millions of people all over the world are interested in travelling. They are spending weekend or holiday like this, travel to see other countries and continents, modern cities and the ruins of ancient towns, they travel to enjoy picturesque places, or just to change places. Alsо for someone traveling as the meaning of life, someone looking for relief from depression or inspiration, a push to change their lives, the reasons may be different, but one thing remains unchanged - after the journey you will never be the same again as before.

   You can travel with a travel company where all the tours are listed in advance and you can read everything, but how much more interesting it is for me to plan vacation on my own. Travel companies often choose only the well-known and typical places for tourists out there, as usual the crowds of people and feel the coloration of the city in such a rhythm is extremely difficult.

  If you are still convinced that the travel companies are the best, then good luck with them, and all those who are ready to take a risk, who are open to new experiences and acquaintances, who want to really feel the city and its lifestyle, then there will be some tips on what worth the attention and how to plan your trip in the best way, here's an example of how I do it in the form of tips.

  So first and foremost you need to choose country where you want to spend your time, let’s take for example Italy. Afterwards you need to choose a city. Italy it is a magnificent country, and Robert DeNiro once said :«Italy has long changed. But Rome is Rome.» so our choice now is Rome. “Benvenuti a Roma!” - these are the words you will see when you arrive to Rome. Here emperors ruled and gladiatorial battles took place, the fate of the Catholic Church was decided, the best examples of baroque were created, created by Leonardo da Vinci and filmed his legendary "Dolce Vita" Federico Fellini. Every Roman house, every cobblestone is saturated with the spirit of European antiquity! What you need to know before you arrange an unforgettable Roman vacation!

  Subsequently, each of us has a certain idea of Rome, so now is the time to read about different sights and landmarks, watch videos about Rome and find different photos. Also a very genius advice (personally from me) is to listen to bloggers or locals (find e.g. someone on facebook or CouchSurfing; people are friendly there) who live in the city where we plan to travel. They can give advice about those places that will help you to feel the true spirit of the city and to feel the atmosphere.

  After that, it is time to search ticket. One of the best web sites for this is Skyscanner or Momondo. One more advice is to look for tickets for those dates when websites or airlines are having something like happy hours or days when tickers are cheaper.

 Then we start looking for place to live, it could be a hostel , a hotel or you can try to couch surf) here you are free , because everyone here already choose what is closer to them.

When we have tickets and place to stay , we can make a wish list .

        Here my TOP 10 places to visit Rome :

1.     Coliseum a symbol of the greatness of ancient Rome and the pride of the present. This is one of the most famous attractions in the world, which is visited  by 6 million tourists annually. The Colosseum is the largest amphitheater of Antiquity, which seats about 50,000 spectators

2.     The Trevi Fountain is the largest and most beautiful fountain in Rome. It was built at the end point of an ancient aqueduct. Trevi's final appearance dates back to 1762, when after many years of work on it, Nicolo Salvi, it was finalized by Giuseppe Pannini.

3.     The Pantheon is one of the greatest domed structures in the world and one of the best preserved structures of Antiquity. It was built between 25-27 years BC. Consul Mark Wipsany Agrippa, son-in-law of Emperor Augustus.

4.     Piazza Navona is one of the most famous squares in Rome, which is often called the "Three Fountains Square". It was formed at the end of the 15th century and retains the shape of the stadium of Domitian, which in ancient times stood here.

5.     The Vatican is a miniature state within Rome, the center of the Catholic faith. If you are a connoisseur of art, then be sure to visit the Vatican discount museums. They collected hundreds of unique, most valuable creations, paintings, sculptures.

6.     Trastevere is one of the most pleasant walking areas of Rome with a typical Italian atmosphere. This is one of the best places for lunch or dinner in the Italian capital. A walk through the narrow cobbled green streets of Trastevere will reveal hidden treasures such as modest medieval churches, small shops with the most unusual items or scenes of everyday life of the Romans.

7.     The Aqua Paola Fountain is a monumental marble fountain created in the 17th century to celebrate the discovery of the old Roman aqueduct.

8.     Yanikul is a very pleasant place for walking, which is far from the hustle and bustle of the city, as well as an excellent observation deck. Many call Janiculum the eighth hills of Rome.

9.     Cafe Pompi Tiramisù - if somewhere there is that same real Italian tiramisu, then definitely in Pompi! Here you will find not only its classic coffee flavor, but also strawberry, banana, vanilla, caramel and many more variations of the tastes of the famous dessert

10.   Spaccio Pasta - among the most original take-away establishments, the Romans prefer the Spaccio Pasta restaurant, located just a stone's throw from Port San Giovanni.

  Then you need to write an indicative plan of where and what day you want to go, in order to build a route better, use maps and see which places are closer to each other. For example, trip to Vatican will take almost all day, so for evening you can go to one of pizza and pasta places and enjoy the walk in the evening city.

   Rome is a breathtaking city; I hope all that advice will help you to make your trip better and more incredible.  Italy are unimaginable country, Rome is one of the oldest cities in the world, the ancient capital of the Roman Empire.  

  It seems to me that every person should feel something like that, in order to realize their dreams. You need to make an effort today in order to have everything in the future and just to be happy!