#Michele is the Sicily OC

[breitzbachbea]

"#RRRRRRRRRRRRR CIAO RAGAZZO"

wait is this really a thing people say in italian? like calling people ragazzo or ragazza? i always thought it was some weird 2012 fanfic thing

To be fair, I am not entirely sure it's a common way to uh ... well, borderline catcall someone, which is what I'd call this if I used it on a man in real life.

But yeah, raggazzi or the shortened version of "raga" is definitelly used to adress a group of people and ragazzo & ragazza can be used for single people, I think.

Also, I more often heard the term "fidanzato/a", but "ragazzo/a" can also be used to mean boyfriend or girlfriend

[lettherebemonsters]

That moment when you're already planning out an Italian invasion of OCs.

From Sicily, we have Daniele Beniamino Mercatino aka Freakenstein. We also have Damiano Michele Mercatino aka Creepazoid.

In Venice, we have Domenico Sangiovanna aka Ringmaster or The Marionette. There's also Gianna Giovanna, aka the Dollmaker.

In Florence, we have two sisters loosely known as Shivers and Quivers.

In Milan, we have the Scrivener.

In Rome, we have La Strega (Witch) and her nemesis the Demonologist in Vatican City.

And I'm gonna add another OC from Sardinia because those guys are always forgotten. I might call her the Ghostwriter but I'm debating it....

[fireandspiceland]

I'm so sorry for sending this ask cuz you said you have so many prompts still, but I have to make sure the first second porn fanfic of my kids that not by is not THAT ship - Either 80 for SicIre or 94 for TurGreSic. You choose. If you wanna do this at all.

Send a ship and a number ask game

First of all, I want to make clear I'm only doing OCs here because I already know them and love them a lot. They fill in a hole in the hetaverse that will probably never be covered by canon. Second of all, I couldn't decide for a prompt and I'm still not sure about the characterisations so I thought some practice would be good and did a short thing for both of your requests :)

OCs: APH Sicily - Michele Vento, APH Ireland - Harry O'Connel

80. “We’re already late… do you want to be more late?”

-> probably ooc but Bea is the only one to judge me for that. Porn without plot, I don’t even know who called or where they should be going. Maybe Bea can fill in on that (tho tbh it's not really necessary)

Harry groaned when the weird ringing noise interrupting his dream manifested into something way too real for his still tired brain. He reached out to tap around the nightstand, trying to find his phone to decline the call that just woke him up. Who was even calling at- Harry checked the time on his phone. 9:37am. Fuck.

Suddenly, he felt wide awake and shot up, carelessly throwing off Michele’s arm that was on his torso. A quick scroll through his notifications showed countless missed calls and messages about his and Michele’s whereabouts. Harry turned to the other men, who made no move to wake up, and shook him violently. “Wake up! We need to get ready now!”

Before Michele even got to think about protesting Harry had already pulled the covers off him. “What’s gotten into you?!” He reached for the blanket with a frown, trying to cover up the very present evidence of a very nice dream he had just gotten pulled out of.

“The meeting started more than half an hour ago! We overslept! Now get ready!!”

Harry was frantically rummaging through the drawers, throwing pieces of clothing onto the bed, some of them hitting Michele, who was still sitting there trying to comprehend what was happening. And enjoying the view of Harry bending down to put on his socks, ass in perfect display.

When Harry turned around and saw Michele just watching him he stilled for a moment. He propped his hands on his hips. “What. What are you thinking? I can see that you’re thinking and I’m not sure if I like it.”

Michele snorted and couldn’t help but laugh. The confused look on Harry’s face only contributed to his amusement. “I was thinking..." He let his gaze wander down Harry's still half naked body. "We’re already late… do you want to be more late?"

Now it was Harry's turn to think. Was it that easy to convince him to miss a more or less important meeting?

His train of thought came to a halt when the sheets rustled and Michele crawled to the edge of the bed and quickly slipped onto the carpet, kneeling before him. Harry's breath hitched when Michele pulled his briefs down and ran his tongue along the inside of his thigh, kissing and nibbling at the skin on his way upwards.

"I- We should really get ready..." Harry's tone couldn't even convince himself, even less Michele who hummed in agreement but instead of stopping wrapped his hand around the base of Harry's cock and stroked him to full hardness. When Michele licked the tip of his cock, Harry finally gave in to the pleasure and carded his fingers through his lover's hair while he proceeded to suckle on the tip.

Michele let his other hand wander from the back of Harry's thighs upwards to pinch one of his firm cheeks. He hummed approvingly around Harry's cock, drawing a moan from him while letting his hand wander a little further.

"Okay, ok- AY!" Harry gasped when he felt Michele's fingertip prod at his hole. "Let's be more late, a lot more late."

"If that's your wish!" Michele was on his feet immediately, pulling Harry onto the bed with him, a cheeky smirk on his lips. He watched Harry roll his eyes at him, but before he got to make any snaky comment his lips were already occupied returning the kiss Harry initiated.

They nearly ended up tangled in the sheets in the process but managed to get rid of Michele's briefs at last. Fingers were slicked up, lips bitten, and moans filled the room as Michele took his time stretching Harry's hole. Once he felt Harry relax around three of his fingers, he slowly pulled them out, pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek before settling himself before him.

With Harry on his back before him, Michelle bent the other man's legs a little and lined his cock up to his hole after slicking it up as well. He carefully pushed inside, wanting to give Harry time to adjust, but his pleas for Michele only spurred him on to start moving. A few slow thrusts quickly turned into a quick pace that had Harry groan and fist the bedsheets.

Michele leaned forward to capture Harry's lips in another passtionate kiss, bending his legs a little more, fucking him a little deeper. "Fuck, right there," Harry exclaimed when Michele brushed his prostate. After a few more well angled thrusts Michele grabbed Harry's dick. They looked into each other's eyes and exchanged a quick smile before Michele started stroking Harry in time with each thrust.

Michele's movements got more frantic and sloppy with each passing second. He was pulled into another kiss, only meant for him to swallow all of Harry's moans as he came. The feeling of his lover clenching around him, the heat getting tighter, was what pushed Michelle over the edge. He quickly pulled out, coming all over Harry's hole instead of inside him.

Once they started coming down from their highs, Michele frowned at a familiar loud noise disturbing his post-orgasmic bliss. He had collapsed on top of Harry and now felt him trying to break free from his lover's hold, but Michele would be damned if he let him pick up his phone now of all times.

"Michele, I should really-"

"Shhh. We're already super late. It would only raise questions if we showed up at all now."

Harry rolled his eyes another time, but only put his arm around Michele and waited for his phone to finally stop ringing.

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TurGreSic under the cut because the post got too long for my liking

94. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

-> I spent 30mins searching through our discord chat to find this thing you mentioned once when we were talking about the Cell Block Tango AU. But I knew it had to be there and now here's a drabble.

Michele came here to get fucked. The 'how' ended up a bit unexpected, but hey, take it or leave it, right? And Michele was definitely taking it. "It" in this case being Sadik's dick up his ass.

They hadn't planned for any of this to happen. Not for Sadik to keep making salacious comments about Michele shoving his crotch into his face when rehearsing their part for the 100th time, not for Michele to make retort in an equally salacious manner, and especially not for Herakles to do anything but get his Turk to stop when his hands kept wandering from Michele's waist to other parts of his body.

"Don't tell me you're starting to regret this now." Michele propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at Sadik who had slowed down his thrusts a little, making the other man suspicious.

"What? No!" Sadik leaned down close enough for Michele to think he would want to kiss him. Instead he whispered in his ear. "But if you keep being so loud you might attract an audience."

The next snippy comment died on Michele's tongue when Sadik quickened his pace again, going harder and deeper. All he could manage was another moan and a couple of curses.

"Can you at least try to keep it together?" Sadik frowned, but kept thrusting into Michele as if to accentuate his words. "You can tell me about how much better than Herakles I fucked you when there aren't-"

"You think you're doing this better than me?"

The small sofa creaked under Sadik and Michele's weight shifting as they turned towards the door. They both froze while Herakles closed the dressing room door behind him and gave them a disapproving look.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Sadik straightened up, his dick still burried deep inside Michele who only rolled his eyes.

"I figured that much." With an audible thud Herakles let himself fall into the armchair opposite the sofa, only a small coffee table between himself and the other two men. "You could have invited me so I can make sure you're fucking him right, but at least I'm here now."

Michele huffed, immediately attracting the others' attention. "Could you maybe stop talking about me as if I wasn't right here with some dick up my ass?!" He clenched around Sadik to make his point clear and earned himself a surprised gasp followed by a lazy thrust.

Herakles chuckled when he noticed how Sadik gripped Michele’s hips, trying to hold back. “He doesn’t break that easily. And you don’t have to pretend as if you care if he did.”

In any other situation Michele would glare at Herakles for such a comment. But right now he just shifted, rolled his hips. Trying to coax Sadik into finally continuing where they had left off. If Herakles and Sadik had even the faintest idea of how much he wanted to see them try breaking him. He smiled to himself.

“Come on, old man, he’s begging to be fucked. Or are you tired already?” The challenging look in Herakles’ eyes was the last straw it needed to pursue Sadik into giving him a show. The first thrusts were slow, deep, making Michele moan and reach for Sadik’s arms, his back, whatever part of him he could reach to hold onto.

“He feels so fucking good.” Sadik’s voice was strained, saturated with the need for more, but he was determined to stretch this out and if only for Herakles’ sake.

“I know.” A low purr from Herakles caught Michele’s attention and he watched him pull his pants down just enough to free his hard cock and stroke himself. Their eyes met for a moment. Was that.. longing in his eyes?

Michele was abruptly pulled from his thoughts when Sadik bent his knees a little further, drove into him deeper and hit his prostate with every following thrust.

"Fuck!" Michele clawed onto Sadik's arms, digging his nails into the skin. Sadik hissed at the slight pain, but didn't slow down his pace. "You're supposed to fuck me, not re-arrange my guts!"

Before Sadik could make another witty comment, a loud moan coming from Herakles captured the others' attention. "Stop complaining, Miche." He was stroking himself faster, running his thumb over the tip every time. "He's so good at this... Watching you taking him so well...I'm almost jealous."

Herakles' breath hitched when Sadik smirked at him. No words were needed for him to know what the Turk had in mind for them to do later.

Together with the movements of Herakles' hand on his cock Sadik's pace also sped up. With a groan that he was sure the others outside the dressing room heard as well, Michele drove his nails deeper into Sadik's arms, drawing blood. His head lolled to the side, giving Herakles' a perfect view of his face.

"Please..." The word was almost inaudible, coming from Michele's lips only for Sadik to hear. He huffed, but wrapped his hand around Michele's cock to stroke him in time with his thrusts. The tip was wet with precum and so sensitive to Sadik's touch, after a couple of strokes Michele was already cumming all over himself and Sadik's hand. He bit his lip to stifle his moans, so as to not attract anyone outside to check onto them. The way he clenched around Sadik was enough for the other man to reach his climax as well, spilling inside Michele with a low groan.

When they both cought their breath again and Sadik slowly pulled his dick out, Michele once again ended up making eye contact with Herakles, who wiped his own cum off with a sweaty towel he had brought from practice. A faint smile was on Herakles' lips, but the longing look had disappeared from his eyes.

[rebelrayne]

oc: giovanna russo nassiri headcanon

protagonist in Mon Amour | Face Claim Odeya Rush

Nickname Gia

Age 26-years-old

Birthday March 2, 1996

Height 5'3"

Hometown Bedford

Ethnicity British & Sicilian

Favorite Artist Maroon 5

Anthem Love Somebody by Maroon 5

Job Neonatal Nurse

MBTI INFJ - The Advocate

Love Interests Youcef (endgame), Bruno (secondary)

History Lesson

Giovanna’s parents are from different countries. Gia’s parents actually met while her mom was on vacation in Sicily. The two had a long distance relationship for a while until her dad ultimately decided to make the move for her mom. Gia’s parents are still married and very much in love. Gia is careful in love but only because she is waiting for a big love like her parents. But, for the right person, she thinks she might get carried away.

Although Gia’s father speaks Italian and her mom can speak it a bit, Gia is a bit rusty. This is much to her Nonna’s disapproval, as she feels she wants her to find a nice Italian boy and she won’t be able to do that if she doesn’t speak the language. She also knows that it’s a bit strange with her name that she doesn’t speak Italian but only speaks English and has a British accent.

Gia is more likely to sit back and watch as opposed to being the life of the party. She is well liked but she would rather observe behavior and stay out of conflict before getting to know others. She hates small talk and prefers to have deep conversations with people; once she gets to know someone however, there is no mute button. She tends to warm up quickest with others that are introverted as well. 

Gia is extremely emotional and finds it difficult not to feel others’s emotions. She is likely to cry if she sees someone else crying. She would identify as an empath and finds that she cares far more for people than they care for her. She has a few close friends and likes to keep her circle fairly small; she’d rather have two best friends than 20 close acquaintances.

Even though Gia is a gorgeous girl, she often doubts herself and feels self-conscious. She is confident in many things but will sometimes feel like less of a person if she has any feedback that isn’t positive.

Playlist Must-Haves

love somebody by maroon 5

girls like you by maroon 5

never gonna leave this bed by maroon 5

tightrope by michelle williams

never really over by katy perry

sugar by maroon 5

animals by maroon 5

[scaletthoes]

a definitive list of my mafia oc's that not only did nobody ask for but also with their accompanying backstories that not once did nobody ask for (mostly bc they didn't know they existed):

Dina Salieri

Dina Giovanna Salieri was born to Don Salieri and his wife in Winter 1902. In terms of her friend group, Dina has been known as the flirt since her teenage years. When she was younger, Dina was a Daddy's girl but, as said by Nancy Bonaparte in 1932 after Dina had an argument with her father, she "used to be Daddy's girl but she's calling someone else Daddy now." She is the youngest of her friend group and views Nancy and Monica as her older sisters. Throughout her youth, Dina studied dance, specifically ballet, and in High School she became a cheerleader. Her love for ballet earned her the nickname 'Ballerina' from Sam and 'Dina the Ballerina' from Paulie. Since her 21st birthday in 1923, Dina and Sam have had an on-again-off-again friends with benefits relationship, this relationship has been described by Monica as 'the love story of this century'. In 1930, Dina had a pregnancy scare, this put her life in perspective and swore not to sleep around (or with Sam) as often. This did not work as she was filled with jealousy everytime she saw Sam with another girl. Dina finally snapped in September 1932 when she saw Sam with Michelle at the Race Tracks. In November 1932, Nancy, Monica, Tommy and Paulie had grew tired of Dina and Sam pretending they weren't in a relationship so Nancy and Monica decided to test their relationship to get them to admit it. A golden opportunity fell into Nancy and Monica's hands when Don Salieri ordered Sam and Monica to attend the funeral of Billy Ghilotti. Nancy and Monica's plan worked as Dina was filled with anxiety the entire time Sam was gone and also jealous that Sam and Monica had been put on a mission together. When Sam arrived back safely, Dina wrapped her arms around him and kissed him - exposing their relationship to the group. A few months later, Sam was attacked by ambushers during a booze deal gone wrong - Dina became increasingly worried about him everytime he went on a mission. In early 1933, the Don found out about Dina and Sam's relationship and did not approve; he demanded that they break up and Dina refused and they didn't speak for weeks afterwards. After this, they had considered eloping, however these plans were put on hold when her father finally gave the relationship his approval. In March 1939, Dina and Sam finally married; in the August of that year their first child, a daughter named Sicily, was born. Additionally, in November 1938, Don Salieri died making Dina the Don of the Salieri family.

Nancy Bonaparte

Nancy Margaux Bonaparte was born to Georgette and Antoine Bonaparte, French immigrants, in Summer 1902. Nancy is the oldest of her friend group. She has one sibling, a brother, who her parents left in France when they immigrated. Nancy's brother, Jean-Claude, is 14 years older than her. Nancy attended Lost Heaven High School with her friends Dina and Monica and they were on the schools cheerleading team, the Lost Angels. Nancy has always been sassy and this caught the attention of Monica's mortal enemy, Susan Gallo's, father, Giuseppe. Nancy and Giuseppe maintained an affair from 1919 til his death, from a stroke, in January 1920. After Giuseppe's timely death, Nancy discovered she was pregnant and gave birth to a stillborn daughter, Samantha, in the back of Paulie's car in August 1920. Nancy managed to keep this a secret from her parents and the Don. Samantha is buried under the Art Gallery. After the quick death's of Giuseppe and Samantha within the span of 8 months, Nancy was overwhelmed and decided to visit Empire Bay on holiday - a place she would become more than familar with in the later years of her life. When she returned, Nancy, Monica and Dina moved into an apartment together and Nancy commited herself entirely to the Mob, where she earned the nickname 'ape della morte' (which simply means bee of death) as she has one of the highest kill rates in Lost Heaven and has the traits of a worker bee. In 1930, Nancy met her future husband Tommy Angelo after he had saved Paulie and Sam's asses for the first of many times. Tommy and Nancy hit it off immediately and Monica teased Nancy for this relentlessly. In October 1931, Tommy and Nancy became official and in July 1934 they got married - the first wedding of their friend group. The Angelo's welcomed their first child, a baby girl named Paulette Olivia Angelo, in May 1937.

Monica Romano

Monica Isabela Romano was born to Sophia and Giorgio Romano in Fall 1902. Monica is the only living Romano child; her older brother, Antonio, died fighting in World War I and her younger brother, Lorenzo, died of smallpox in November 1908. As the only Romano child, there is a lot of pressure from her family for Monica to marry a 'nice Italian boy' to keep the family line going, despite the fact the children would not have the Romano name. Monica is very self conscious as she views herself as the chubbiest of the group. During High School, Monica had a feud with Susan Gallo. Monica and Susan used to be friends until Susan began dating Billy Ghilotti, who's family had ties with the Morello's. Monica saw this as a betrayal and wrote 'Susan Gallo deserves to die' on the wall of the toilet cubicle. Additionally, while she was there she wrote 'Dina Salieri is a slut' on the wall as a joke and blamed it on Susan when the Don found out. Dina convinced the Don to let it slide but this didn't last for long as after he found out Susan knew about Giuseppe taking advantage of Nancy - who he saw as a daughter - he instructed Monica, who he also saw as a daughter, to kill Susan immediately. Monica did and stalked Susan to her home, killed her, put Susan in the boot of her car and sent Susan's car to the dump where she watched it being demolished. In 1928, Monica and Paulie started dating - making them the couple that has been dating the longest out of the group. Paulie finally popped the question in April 1936 and the two were married just 7 weeks later. They welcomed their first child, a boy, in December 1938. Their son, Thomas Lorenzo Antonio Lombardo, was the first boy born to their friend group and is named after Tommy and Monica's brothers.

this turned into just their life stories didn't it? i literally can't stop myself i am obsessed 😭😭

also sicily trapani and paulette angelo are girlbosses confirmed... also it's canon in my head that monica and paulie had like 3 boys and a little girl so luciana lombardo also girlboss confirmed

[breitzbachbea]

I think Hetaverse Michele should be short, lik 1.66m. Which now means that Hws Sicily would hate LFLS Michele 1. for his involvment with the mob and 2. for the almost 10 extra cm god granted him.

[breitzbachbea]

I am on salviamoilsiciliano.com again, looking at the list of Italian names & their Sicilian nicknames. If anyone is writing Spamano with a decidedly Sicilian Romano, here's your resources.

[breitzbachbea]

Kind of sad that in LFLS, the British Isles folks are no longer siblings, because while Harry does know the pain of sharing bc Soph is still his sister ... I think in the Hetaverse, SicIre could have the extra component of Liam having a lover he DOESN'T have to share with his brothers and sister. A man just for himself!

[breitzbachbea]

Whole hog michele

YES, finally giving my boy the attention he deserves! (A heads up for CW Child Abuse)

Look at this beautiful creation by @pyromaniacqueen ! Prettiest man in town!

Ask Game for someone's OCs

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Already not answered here. I can't speak to any questions about his conception, since he was originally the OC of a friend and I got to 'keep' him when they moved on from the Hetalia fandom.

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Born on 15th July, 1987 and 26 in the first book of the main series. His twenties is what he hovers around in age in most stories.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Has he ever! Of course, the one I'm most well-known for is perhaps SicIre, aka him and Harry O'Connel. The definition of OTP for me and it has been the greatest honour to rewrite Irish Problems to tell their meet-ugly that launched a thousand posts. Saluting emoji.

But Michele is simply too shipable to me. Love GreSic, aka him and his childhood friend Herakles who bond over the shared secret of their horrible childhoods. Michele is also just weak to a man with big arms and big legs ... plus they can talk all throughout the night. I love GreSic, man.

TurSic is great for "The one that got away". I love these two being flirtsy and Michele being into being adored, but also clearly saying "Ah ah ah! Not your toy!". And Sadık can't help it, he loves to run after beautiful people to cherish. This ship is also very-well suited to femme fatale, ever-devouring Sicily Michele ...

I ship FraSic but only as horribly, messily divorced ship. These two only saw each other as shiny, shiny trophies for two weeks and then all they could think about was sexily murdering the other. I love FraSic as bitter exes so much man.

Sicgypt has also been on my radar, simply because I love the Sicily & Egypt connections throughout history and they're both very laidback together, I think. Would both love to adore the other.

Michele is also one of two men that Arielle has any romantic respect for and they make an absolute dream marriage in my res publica AU. They're only friends in LFLS (<main AU) and most other universes I come up with, though. Also because I'm too busy ruining Arielle's life by her finally being engaged to Tahir and then that DIPSHIT still chooses Robert. But that's neither here nor there.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Pasta Norma and good, fresh seafood. He loves an eggplant so much. Also pistachios, everything sweet that comes in pistachio, he'll get in pistachio. Hell, he has pistachio-flavoured condoms, which are one of the main reasons Harry seriously wanted to stage an intervention at some point.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Gangster - again. In this case, he's the biggest shark in Sicily's already dangerous shark tank.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

He loves gardening and cooking, both things he inherited from his mother. It was Maria Vento, who turned the useless, landscaped garden of that hell-mansion into a vegetable and fruit patch. After his father died, Michele expanded on it. He also taught both of the twins how to cook, and especially Lorenzo was an eager student.

🎯 -What do they do best?

He is an excellent cook and an excellent host. The latter is also connected to how he's a great leader. This man will keep a group together! He'll stand his ground, but he'll make concerns feel heard. He'll put everyone at ease and rally them to a cause, just because he makes them feel like a family. Certainly, he does choose to whom to extend his empathy - He wouldn't be a mafioso, couldn't be, if he did to everyone. But when he does extend his empathy, he does make it feel heartfelt.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Loves to cook! Loves to garden! Hates to have to catch Angelo's chicken and drive it back to his farmer neighbour! (Seriously, how do these chickens keep escaping and make it all the way over to his fenced in garden?).

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

When his mother first let him help cook in the kitchen ...

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Probably most of his childhood, as far as his father is concerned. To be beaten and then told that if he told his mother (again), he'd earn twice the beating again is probably seared into his memory.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Already not answered here!

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Already not answered here!

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

He should be in an upbeat yet whistful regional romantic family comedy ... instead he's in this gangster drama.

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

He's a pansexual cis man.

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

None! But Marco and Lorenzo Bontade, the twins he took under his wing when they were 12 and he just 18, refer to him as their "big brother".

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

He loves and adores his mother Maria above all else. She's his everything, the person he loves the most in the entire world. Her love is the reason he's even alive.

Because his father Salvatore is one of the main reasons this AU is called "Like Father Like Son". Jealous that someone else got attention by his beloved Maria, he quickly grew to hate his son and physically abused Michele for most of his childhood. Michele has never told anyone but Herakles about the abuse and he's haunted by everyone associating him with his father's brutal political legacy.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

He's such a tragic figure and I love that. He's so motivated by 'fixing' himself, eradicating any trace of the hurt he received in everyone's mind, that he doesn't notice how he hurts those he loves the most and wants to protect the most in this quest. You understand why he's so desperate to achieve his goal and you can also blame him for his actions, still. He's a posterchild for how most of the characters in LFLS have been failed, deserved support and help and didn't get it, so now they keep the cycle of trauma and abuse going.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Currently in a writer's block when it comes to Irish Problems, but I've been consistently writing him for the past few years. Even more so because most of the time when I want to write, it ends up being a SicIre drabble. When in doubt, make Michele and Harry be in love.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

No, not Michele, dearest. Again, whether he grows old or not is none of my business, but I wouldn't kill my Miché.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

No phobias, as far as I'm aware of, no. He does have a deepseated distrust of father figures and hates being called 'son' or someone acting like he does with his own kids. Unadoptable by men, this man.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

The Vargas brothers, but more specifically Lovino Vargas. Cousins thrice removed, Lovino believes that he's entitled to Sicily as part of his territory, especially since his family has all of Italy and is so much more successful than Michele's. Michele is going to give up his power and control over his cold, dead body. They also both hate how much they see themselves in the other - either all they could never be but should OR they see their most glaring faults reflected back at them.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

That is a good question, because I don't know when Michele stopped being my friend's OC and became my OC instead ... I'd guess somewhere in 2014, 2015. When my friend moved on to other places and I was still obsessed with both Hetalia and this little AU world I created.

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

I met him for the first time when I was 14!

[breitzbachbea]

dunno enough about your fav hetalia ships, so feel free to just attach it to the most fitting favourites

OTP (or ship of choice) has to suddenly take care of a child or (feral) animal, how would they react? who would do well

who would be a karen at a restaurant for their patner(s) who got a wrong order at the restaurant, how would both react?

who is the most likely to be completely oblivious while the other is constantly trying to confess their feelings, maybe even actually doing it but person a just doesnt get it? how would they finally find out ?

I'll try to answer something for all of those! Sorry if it isn't all primarily related, da OC AU brainrot ...

Herakles has tons of stray cats at home and the track record with Sadık is mixed. He loves the cats in general and many like him, some don't, some are indifferent. There is one black kitten that loves him more than it does Herakles and he dotes on it so endlessly. It responds without a fail to "Kedicik." I hope I used the right I's.

Not the Karen thing, but restaurant related - Michele (Sicily OC) has had a few occassions where he wanted go beat Paddy over the head with the bread basket. (Paddy is a Human OC and basically a kind of surrogate father/uncle figure for Harry, my Ireland OC). Paddy so shamelessly asks for more food and in general does things that Michele finds rude/embarassing. Harry is lucky he's so fuckable and literally the man of Michele's dreams, bc his aversion of father figures makes Paddy a NIGHTMARE.

Honestly, kinda GerIta behaviour. Still. on my ao3 (also breitzbachbea) I have a very recent GerIta fanfic called Two hearts alas! reside in my chest, where two of Ludwig's friends try to figure out a) if Feli is flirting and b) if Ludwig is gonna notice it.

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I've had too much time at my hands, so I redownloaded CMAPS and made a relationship diagram for my Rake Courtship AU, which is set in a of yet undecided place in Europe, roughly somewhere between the 1790s and the 1830s. Anyone who has a better idea about how nobility and class relationships worked during this time can feel free to slide into my dms/asks and scream at me about the flaws. Always open to learn and improve! (Also, oh my god, anyone who could help me with what Charlie could do, because I got fuckall idea)

Key first: - Blue boxes are hws characters; that includes my Sicily (Michele), Ireland (Harry) and Northern Ireland (Sophie) OCs. White boxes are Human OCs of mine. - Green is familial relationships/extremely close friendships - Red is for political relationships - Blue is for friendships/work/social role relationships - Pink is for romantic relationships

The basic prompt for this AU is: After Harry and Michele have been courting each other for a year, fruitlessly trying to get engaged against the will of Michele's father Salvatore, Salvatore suddenly engages his son to the one of the Count of Fernando, Antonio. Rosario, who is politically connected to Fernando and related to Salvatore, takes pity on Antonio and Michele for how heartless their fathers are and asks his eldest son Lovino to keep them company. Meanwhile, Harry does not give up so easily on his beloved ...

You can already read two oneshots I published for the AU here on tumblr: - Help Me, I'm Holding On For Dear Life (SpaSic, SicIre, implied Spamano; focus on Lovino's feelings) - I'm With Him And This Is Real Life, Honey (Spamano and implied SicIre; again a focus on Lovino)

Relationships not on this list: - Feliciano is already engaged with Ludwig (and I just have no idea if the Beilschmidts are wealthy upper class or also aristocracy) - Antonio is friends with both Gilbert and François; Fran is also friends with Harry and Charlie, because Charlie's greatest skill is his affability

Anyways. I spent so much time and energy on brainstorming this AU and talking about it, so I thought I'd put something out there that would give people a jumping off point to join me in the worldbuilding and daydreaming. Thank you for your attention.

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I'm not going on anon, and also not telling anyone to continue a chain.

Top 3 fics of yours that you wish everyone would read—GO!

Thank you, Darling! I will copy the explanations for the fics from a similiar ask I did already, if possible.

1.Perché in Sicilia i morti dovrebbe morire I am aware that there is technically a typo in here, but I don’t have the book I quoted around, so I don’t know if the typo is already in the source material. Either way, do you like ghosts? Do you like folklore? Do you like places haunted by the terrible things they’ve seen, objects filled with the absentminded crooked intentions of their owner? Do you like childhood friends, who are the only friends to trust each other with their terrible childhoods, but it doesn’t solve anything? Perché is the story you want. Herakles and Michele are sneaking around Michele’s house during a power outage, talking about the recent past and ranting about the distant one, while the are some parts in between those that are unspeakable. It weaves the past of Sicily on a whole, especially Palermo’s and its hinterland, together with the fate of the Vento family and clothes the terrors of Michele’s own psyche into the familiar appearance of the collective Sicilian folklore. Also, if you like two mediterranean guys being way too coddly and touchy-feely, you can give this one a go as well.

2. No Rest For The Wicked Tu non fermami se capita! Lo sai che il mare mi agita! Ti canterò di quelle notti ad orienteeee, di quella luna che danzava tra i bazaaaaar! If you are a fan of self-indulgent fanfictions, this is the most unashamedly self-indulgent thing I ever wrote.* This story has everything: The Chaos Seven (Team Sicily and Team Ireland) go on a Turkey Vacay with the Greeks and Turks. Paddy hits his head. Harry and Soph are 100% on their bullshit as if no one else is around. Argueing. Cursing. Flirting. Hera and Sadık so deeply in love in their twisted and yet so mundane way. Italian Music and Sexy Dancing. Bridal Carrying. Please go and read it, 🌀 ohhh you want to read about TurGre and SicIre and the O'Connels soooo badly. 🌀 *All my other OC fics don’t count, because I avoid tagging them Hetalia as much as I can, so I don’t expect anyone to read it. Even if they are tagged hetalia, no one specifically looks for my OC ships, so while I am glad for every reader, I never write with any in mind.

3. On the King's mind Am I very proud of this fic? Not really, but it's grown on me ever since I wrote it. I really like the story-in-a-story, mostly because it hits a lot of beats of the LFLS mainstory: The Anglo-Irish Antagonism, Robert and Charlie's enmity in particular, Charlie and Harry's friendship and. well. there's. SicIre :]. If you don't mind very stereotypical High Fantasy stuff, with a less conventional King/Adviser constellation, you should definitely give this one a go. I also just enjoy Harry, (High) King of Ireland a lot. We love an underdog, but sometimes I just want my kids in the cool positions of power they could definitely fill.

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I know that in canon, Romano is very focused on his masculinity (even though he's a crybaby) and always tries to be a womanizer ... but I should let him do what my Sicily OC does. Michele's funniest value gender clash is him both acting the Sicilian Macho & being a gay whore on top of it, but also constantly playing the "I'M A GOOD CHASTE CATHOLIC WOMAN, HANDS OFF!" bit if it's funny/if he doesn't want the advances in the moment. Lovino, watch and learn.

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I'm curious. i might have already asked and forgot but

what made you ship Ireland x Sicily?

Short answer: I had an Ireland OC and my friend had a Sicily OC and we obviously had to mash 'em together.

Long answer: I did a little bit of research back then and Ireland and Sicily have a lot of superficial similiarities. Both predominantly Catholic, both predominantly rural for most of their existence, both having a strong sense of identity (be it something that only emerged in the last few centuries, because the (ethnic) Nationstate is a very young concept) and both having a long history of foreign rule. They're used as examples of backwardness and barbarism of neighbour elites, often ones they are politically/economically tied to.

I also, way back when, started a little AU story that was supposed to be a simple Art Trade for my friend whose Sicily OC it originally was. This has since spiralled wildly out of control and writing that AU has become my main hobby ten years later. During which that Sicily OC became mine, since my friend moved on from the fandom.

And I just ... I am very specifically in love with my Ireland and my Sicily, but you can imagine canon Ireland and Romano for all you want, if you want to get it. They're just so made for each other - loving, kind, and warm, embracing the whole world. Take no shit but do no harm. They also share a certain dark and fatalistic sense of humor, love to lament but ah well, in the end you make do.

I just love how Ireland and Sicily fit together like puzzle pieces. Sicily, shunted from the world stage in Hetalia, no longer even a prized crown jewel, a caged bird, just seen as a burden who happens to have a pretty house. And then Ireland comes along and says "I see you". Sicily doesn't even have to explain the years of hardship, the degradation, the loss of yourself as you see your people drift away because there's nothing left for them here. Ireland knows, but they don't have much of a shared past so there isn't baggage of millennia of sharing history. And Sicily understands too, understands how hard the price for freedom is and how desperate one is for it after being kicked down on. They work without words. They are each other's safe haven, gladly finding solace in their mirror image. Ireland has someone who looks up to him without being bitterly disappointed; without obscuring the man behind the myth.

And oagh, in LFLS. Harry and Michele see themselves as someone who's hard to love, who's too flawed to genuinely keep anyone around, and they effortlessly take each other's hands and don't let go. They're charmed by how stubborn they are in their own ways, they see how hard they work and how much they love their family and friends. They see someone who's beaming with pride, who knows their own worth, but also isn't so far up their own ass that they can't laugh about themselves. SicIre are just old men at heart. They are the perfect ship for sitting on the porch together and bickering about the neighbours and expressing their love in little sappy, gestures. They're just ... they're just so alike and yet different enough in how they express themselves that it never gets boring.

Also, also, just looook at them.

(Pictures respectively by @/modernday-jay, @/lieutkenny and @/c0ffinated)

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Btw I’m very new to your blog, could I get a brief intro to your OCs (and their nationalities if they have any 👀)? Just want to keep up with the story BJHB

Oh my goood anon, I love youuu.

However I sadly have like. Over 200 named characters in one and the same universe so it can be quite tricky to give an introduction to them.

I explain the worldbuilding here, though! And within that context also briefly talk about the Irish, the English, the Sicilians.

As I say in the linked ask, I am currently working on the rewrite of the first two main stories, but here's a blurb I've made for the rewrite of story 1, Irish Problems:

Hetalia Human AU/Organized Crime AU. Almost every Hetalia Character is the biggest shark in their nation’s organized crime shark tank & usually supported by two right hands. The story centers on HWS Ireland and HWS Sicily (both OCs of mine).

Two islands, two requests, one weekend: Harry O’Connel is down on his financial luck in Dublin. Michele Vento is looking for partners to pull him out of his isolationist political situation in Sicily. One weekend in Palermo to decide if one hand can’t wash the other. The Irish have the connections Michele wants and the Sicilians have the money Harry needs, but either party had reckoned without an old enemy of theirs. Arthur Kirkland has had his eyes set on Ireland for a long time and the last thing he needs is a quarrelling Sicilian in his neighbourhood. A routine first meeting suddenly turns into a matter of life and death. Will Harry, Michele and their friends work together to save each other or has everything fallen apart and into Arthur’s hands before it even began?

You can also have a link to a beta document of the office scenes, which are the introduction scenes for the English and Sicilian office. (The Irish get introduced in a prior one, but dw, I also listed the context needed for their office scene): The link (You can ignore the feedback questions, bc I do have a lovely beta now, the fantastic @someone-you-do-not-know )

I absolutely SUCK at Intros, not least of all bc yes I could give you an intro for the main Alternate Universe, but I also put these mfers into a lot of other Alternate Universes, so it is hard to sum them up without it feeling like a character existing in a vacuum. But if you wish to see all the forbidden other AUs, you can find them over at @i-centri-degli-universi . If you just want in general to browse my OC blabber more pointedly, you can look for the tag "storie nostre" on my blog. If you are on mobile, just search my blog on it and click the tag on the first post that has it, that way you can ACTUALLY see all the posts I made with it :)

But I can give you a few nationalities and infos for like. A few fuckers that pop up a lot on here:

Harry O'Connel, Sophie O'Connel (Soph is my Northern Ireland OC and Harry's younger sister) and Charlie Higgins, Harry's best friend, are all from Dublin, while Paddy O'Neill is from Derry, which he left at 24. You might also recently have seen me talk a LOT about Aaron, Angus and Kilian recently here bc of my Rake Courtship AU. Aaron O'Connel is Harry's and Soph's father (who died in the main AU timeline in 2009), while Kilian MacLeod and Angus O'Mallry are friends from Paddy's youth in Derry, his best friends. He burnt all bridges with his past in the main AU though and Kilian died in 2005 (iirc) in a car crash ...

We also have Michele Vento and Marco & Lorenzo Bontade, the latter who ran away at 12 from their hometown Bagheria to the nearby Palermo, where Michele is from. He took the twin boys under his wings and they refer to each other as brothers.

Then we have Robert Bailey and Tahir Rashid, two Londoners who are the ruthlessly efficient and yet always bickering right hands to Arthur Kirkland.

If you ever wanna know more about a certain OC, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE just ask, I swear I don't bite :)

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I'm here in search of your glory There's been a million before me That ultra-kind of love You never walk away from You're just the last of the real ones

I've recently put my money where my mouth is & bought books and magazines to learn more about my favourite isles on the planet. Of course I couldn't help myself & had to draw my Hetalia OCs, Ireland and Sicily, staring fondly and full of curiosity at each other throughout time and space.

Close-Ups underneath the cut!

Ireland - Or Harry/Liam O'Connel - is supposed to represent a 16th century clansman & pirate! I used the illustrations from the magazine's article on Gráinne O'Malley as reference. If you don't know who Gráinne O'Malley is, go and listen to this wonderful podcast on her. She was an Irish noblewoman who made a living partially by extorting taxes out of any ships passing her part of the coast and raiding other settlements on the island. And she was a major pain in the neck of the English administration, who wanted to weed out any source of resistance against their rule!

Sicily - Or Michele Vento - is clad in a Himation and wearing a hairband or crown: He's supposed to represent Hieron II, a tyrant of Syracuse who brought his city a lot of splendour and stable, politic times due to diplomatic foresight. Switching sides quickly from Carthage to Rome during the second punic war, he ensure his city one last era of prosperity before it should fall into political turmoil under his grandson Hieronymus and at last be sacked by the Romans. His appearance is both based on coins issued by Hieron II, depicting his head, and a statue of a hellenistic ruler, published in Griechische Kleidung by Margarete Bieber, first published in 1928.