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everythingne · 6 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ el matador y la matadora - welcome, señora sainz (cs55)

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Valeria accepts the call from the Wolff's, joining Mercedes for the foreseeable future. She reunites with friends, sets some records, and finds a wandering eye or two.

warnings/notes: mentions of car accidents and injury (non-graphic, possible spine injury mentioned.) slightly uncomfortable energy, valeria being a pushover/ignoring red flags, thats rlly it <3 hope y'all like this one shes gonna be fun

fc: adria arjona // sister!sainz + hamilton, piastri, sargeant / reader

One thing Valeria Sainz did not expect when she signed as a Mercedes reserve driver, was to walk into the Mercedes Australia garage for a meeting with Susie and Toto at fucking one in the morning.

One in the morning?

Valeria and her parents had just gotten into Australia. Dead from the long flight during the practice days and in dire need of rest. Despite needing to check into the hotel and get some actual sleep, Toto continuously pressed that this matter had to be discussed 'in person, immediately.' So, Valeria sent a suitcase with her father and kept her carry on with her as she called for a rideshare.

At 12:56am, Valeria arrived to the Australian GP's circuit with a Monster Energy tucked under one arm. Fighting back several yawns as she fishes out her lanyard and scans into the gate. Rubbing sleep from her eyes and sleepily stumbling her way down the pavement to where she knows she's supposed to be. Luckily, it doesn't take long for her to find her boss, plus Susie, both looking equally as frazzled as they stand on opposite sides of the only light source pouring out of the Mercedes garage.

Valeria chugs the rest of her Monster, tosses the can, and approaches with a tiny huff.

"You both look miserable." She chimes once she's within earshot, causing Susie to jump out of her skin--which in turn makes Toto chuckle.

"Sorry, it's been a long night." Toto runs one hand through his hair, shirt partially undone and sleeves rolled up as normal. Susie's in fucking pajamas. An old Mercedes shirt that's definitely Toto's over some leggings, and if Valeria looks hard enough she thinks she can see Jack napping on a couch with headphones on.

"Yeah, I can see... uh, why was I... needed? So early?" Valeria looks over at the engineers finishing packing up what's left of George's car. It had been completely knocked out last lap of practice, left laying on its side until Stroll whipped around the corner a bit too quickly and clipped the side, sending himself and Mr. Saturday into a nearby wall.

Double knockout. Drugovich on standby for Lance. No one yet on standby for George.

"Come, sit." Susie waves her over to where she crosses the room to snag her husband's desk as a chair while he falls into his office chair. Jack stirs, sitting up to see Valeria and he smiles and mumbles a mix of sleepy German and English to his past babysitter. She wastes no time scooping up the Wolff child and settling him in her arms like she had when he was still tiny, and she was a teenager. Carefully, Varelia sits across from the Wolffs as Jack drifts back to sleep in the comfort of her arms, tucked tight against one of Carlos' old Red Bull hoodies she'd stolen years back. A staple in her closet now.

"George is out... for a while." Toto makes a vague gesture, "At least two months. They're suspecting a spinal injury. If so, he's out for the season."

"Ah, dios mio, it looked horrible on the little plane screens. I didn't imagine this bad." Valeria rubs Jack's back, giving her shaky hands something to do. Toto just nods and leans on his desk, Susie's hand resting on his forearm softly as she turns back to fully face Valeria.

"He's alright. Carmen's flying in to be with him and his team while his family prepares for him to be sent home." Susie looks at Valeria, watching the girl with a keen eye the Spaniard in front of her has picked up on over the years.

"No." Valeria whispers, an edge of surprise, "But what about Schumacher? And Vesti?"

"I can pull you fully out of F1 Academy easier than getting those two for long term, plus, we need to keep them as reserve for Lewis. They're more used to his car than Georges." Susie hums and Toto nods, rolling his neck out and looking up at Valeria.

"You have been driving for Mercedes since we could have you on our program. There is no one I'd want more for a long-term contract than you, Valeria." A tiny smile graces Toto's distressed expression for half a second as he says, "You've babysat Jack all these years, you're like family. Plus... I trust your capability to be thrown in with little warning."

"Quali's tomorrow. We need you here at... we'll say ten because you need sleep. Sharp, Sainz." Toto snaps for the extra effect and Valeria nods. The night is still when Mercedes packs up, Susie bringing Valeria back to the hotel alongside Jack while Toto goes off to the hospital. It's too early to wake her family, so Valeria jumps around in excitement in the bathroom before getting herself ready for bed.

Her Formula One debut tomorrow. And only her and the Wolff's know.

Valeria doesn't sleep.

Well, she does. But it's terrible sleep. And Carlos moving in the attached en suite wakes her up fully only a few hours after shes gotten home. It’s barely sunlight, but she can’t help but get out of bed and stumble to the kitchen.

“[Why are you awake, Valita?]” Carlos asks his sister in Spanish, one arm lifting so the baby of the family can tuck herself comfortably against his broad chest.

“[Slept terribly. I’m racing.]”

“Qué?” Carlos pauses mid coffee making to look down at his sister, her mused hair and tired expression. The girl who was seven years his inferior, who had taken after him in every aspect of his life.

She was racing?

“Today, ahora. This weekend. I’m racing for George.”

"What?" He blink again, still struggling to process. Laughing to herself, Valeria unsticks from her brothers side and puts her hands on her hips as she blinks up at him.

"[Are you deaf?] Hello?" She waves a hand in front of his face and he swats it away, electing to go back to pouring some creamer in his coffee as he still stumbles through his words.

After a beat, he asks, "[This weekend?] In Australia?"

"No Carlos, [this weekend in Singapore.]" Valeria deadpans, bumping him off to the side so she can make her own coffee as she mutters, "Ponerse las pilas, Carlitos."

"Ay, tia," He pokes her side as he leans across her to grab his phone off the counter, "You don't get to Carlitos me, I get to Valita you."

"Yeah yeah," Valeria whacks her brothers arm, shooing him out of her space as she pours some coffee in a cup, "but, hello, me racing?"

Carlos hums, sitting at one of the barstools nearby, sipping his coffee before he says, "[How long is George out for?]"

"They're not sure... [I think Toto said at least two months.]" Valeria grabs the coffee creamers from the little coffee maker area, pouring a good few in along with some sugar.

"[Good lord,]" Carlos hums, setting his cup down, "through Monaco?"

"Most likely. He could be out for the whole season, but I don't know how bad his injury is." Valeria huffs, sitting down next to her brother who smiles and pulls his sister to his side.

"Congratulations, Valita. [If I was a bit more awake I'd look more excited.]" He chuckles and Valeria laughs, resting her head on his shoulder and yawning.

"Me too."

The paddock is absolutely buzzing as the Sainz family, right now just both Carlos' and Valeria, walk through the warm sun. Carlos keeps his children in front of him through the gates until they meet up with both Mercedes and Ferrari staff to help escort them along. They've been speaking amongst themselves for a while, Valeria trying to keep her nerves at bay as she walks into the paddocks. It's her first time here as a racer for F1, not just to support Carlos, and she can't help the way it makes her feel sick.

"¡Ay, Papá! Relax!" Carlos laughs, watching as his father adjusts Valeria's outfit for her... for about the hundreth time.

"[It's her debut, Carlos! Let me make her look nice!]" The man defends his actions as they've stopped outside the Mercedes garage. Valeria feels two little arms wrap around her leg and she laughs, leaning down to pick up Jack as the Wolff's approach and smile. Toto and Carlos Sr. exchange a quick hand shake and greeting while Susie fusses over Jack's shirt being ruffled now that he's still. Valeria is well aware of every camera on her, her skin crawling at the sight of everyone watching her.

This was the part of racing she never liked, but had to accept, the insane publicity.

"Alright." Carlos leans over to give his baby sister a tight hug she reciprocates without hesitation. Snuggling into his tight hold as he murmurs to her, "[Good luck, not a single one of us will go easy on you.]"

"[I wouldn't want you to.]" Valeria steps back, smiling at her brother. As much as she knew Carlos wanted nothing more than to keep her glued to his side the whole day, they didn't have much of a choice since they were on seperate teams. Before she can make a snide comment, her father takes her in for a tight hug.

"[I'm so proud of you, Valita.]" He muses to his daughter, stepping back after a moment to straighten her collar and give Jack a little fist bump.

"Gracias, Papá." Valeria smiles, pecking his cheek, "[I'll be nice to Carlos.]"

Her father laughs, a bellowing thing as he claps her shoulder and Carlos playfully flicks her cheek. A few more pleasantries are exchanged before Valeria's waving the two off to go drop him at Ferrari while she turns into Mercedes with the Wolffs.

As soon as they're in the garage, Susie takes Jack from Valeria and the driver escapes off to George's drivers room--or, hers, she supposes to drop her bags and get changed into her team shirt. It feels weird to press the Mercedes crest to her skin this time, because its a different uniform. The white shirt they're wearing this weekend pairs perfectly with her dark wash jeans and white platform sneakers, her gold jewelry a nice accent. But she can't help but stare at herself in the mirror.

This isn't F2, for F1 Academy. This is the real deal.

She hates that its an injury that's brought her into Formula 1. But, she supposes, it's nice to know that Mercedes trusted her. Winning F2 her first year in it and winning F1 Academy for two seasons might've done it, but shes also done hundreds of tests in these F1 cars. She knows George's car like the backs of her hands.

When she exits George's--her, drivers room, she so distracted runs headfirst into someone. Curses fall from her lips as she stabilized herself, barking out apologizes with a flushed face before soft laughter chimes in her ears.

"Oh! Lewis!" She smiles and the Brit grins, bringing her in for a tight hug.

"Hey Little Sainz, how are you?" Lewis steps back, eyes trailing up and down Valeria as if seeing her against for the first time, "God, you've grown since the last time I saw you."

"It's been like six months, Lewis. I haven't grown that much-- and I've been good! Training, training, and more training." Valeria follows Lewis out to the main garage, his hand ending up on her back to guide her through a bit of a crowd before the re-emerge in a calmer spot.

"I've been watching you and Dorianne absolutely dominating F1 Academy. It's nice to be getting the next generation of drivers in." Lewis smiles, stepping up to stand beside her. He's almost suffocatingly close as they chat, but she chalks it up to the crowded garage.

And tries to not think it's weird Lewis has yet to move his hand.

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"Holy shit, Prema crew is back!"

Valeria squeals as Logan lifts her, Oscar laughing off to the side as he steps to the side to wait for his turn to give their childhood third a hug. Since their days of karting, the three were practically glued at the hip. It had gotten to the point where the two had been to their home in Spain multiple times, and vice versa, the two practically as much her brothers as Carlos--with Lando slowly working up to tht level.

"How are my two pain in the necks doing? Got over your weird not talking bump?" Valeria is finally set on her feet and she pulls Oscar into a side hug, grinning happily before letting go of both as she leans against the wall of the exterior back wall Mercedes garage. It's still super early, so not many people are here, giving the three a quick pause to reconnect.

"Through the magic of you forcing us both to answer FaceTime calls, yeah." Oscar smiles, fist-bumping Logan, then Valeria, "Glad the trio is back in action."

"Fuck yeah. It's been way too long since the three of us have gone out, we should do something this weekend." Logan smiles and Oscar gasps, quickly rattling off a few places he and Lily were looking at going to over the weekend, as well as when his family was visiting. Logan tries to pay attention, to Oscar and Valeria's excited chatter, but he seems to notice something.

Oscar's about to call out Logan's distracted look whent he American pulls him a bit closer to Valeria and leans down to whisper, "Why's Lewis staring at you?"

Valeria perks up and then turns back to look in the garage where she can see Lewis' eyes for half a second before he tucks away and moves out of her eye line. Her eyebrows crease before she turns back to her friends.

"Probably just looking out for me, he's probably worried about media or something being weird..." Valeria shrugs, but when she feels eyes on her and turns back again, Lewis' gaze isn't exactly what she'd expect.

"No, it's not anything protective. It's.. like it's constant. It's weird." Logan hums and Oscar even looks back now, all three of the post-Prema trio staring at Lewis until he dips away.

"It's super weird." Oscar reinforces and both men look to Valeria. She sputters before admitting softly,

"Okay, he's been a little weird, but I think he's just worried with media and everything. The Mercedes garage was packed with reporters when I got here and he refused to move his hand off my back--I also didn't ask him to, so he probably think think it was weird but." Valeria shrugs, "there's no harm in him being nice guys."

"But he doesn't really know you, does he?" Oscar hums, "Like its not weird for me, Logan, or even Lando to do that because we're close with you and Carlos trusts us."

"Mate, I think you're overthinking this," Logan nudges Oscar lightly, sharing a knowing look with him, and Valeria can see his attempt at lightening the mood. But it falls flat.

And Oscar, thinking he's making a point just says, "I have sisters."

Logan turns to look at Valera for help, and she just shrugs, prompting Oscar to continue his thought.

"One of my sisters had this older dude she worked with hit on her for a few weeks before she noticed. He was always checking up on her, being overly nice, and the--the hand on the back thing! He did that."

Valeria laughs softly, squeezing Oscar's arm in reassurance, "I don't think he's flirting with me, Oscar. He's like, forty. He is literally old enough to be my father."

"You're definitely otherthinking this, Osc." Logan chuckles and Oscar raises his hands in defense, saying something about being better safe than sorry. But his words are lost in the hubbub of the paddocks as media starts to filter in, forcing the trio to say goodbye to turn to their respective garages.

Valeria tries to not let it bother her that Lewis is the first in Mercedes to speak to her when she returns.

"Valita!" Two arms wrap around Valeria's mid section and she squeals mid-interview as Carlos pokes her sides. Resorting to whacking his hands away so that she can get him to stop tickling her, Lissie laughing at the Sainz siblings banter.

"Congratulations on Q2," He smiles, wrapping an arm around his sister, the cooling feeling of his cooling vest on her back making her huff and lean into his touch.

"Congratulations to you on Q3, I was just as close as Ollie was to Q3!" Valeria laughs, letting Carlos hijack her interview for a bit. Mostly because she's excited to be able to do these sorts of things with her brother, and also because it feels safe.

"A wonderful start for the both of you tonight," Lissie smiles, angling her mic towards Carlos as he speaks.

"It's a real honor getting to have my sister here to race with me," Carlos slightly tightens his grip, but more out of a genuine happiness than any level of overprotective weirdness, "She's a wonderful driver and I really hope that people will get to see that this weekend, and in the future."

"And Valeria, how does it feel racing with Carlos?"

"Oh dios mio, It's like a dream! I never thought we would be able to race together since I was always just behind him, but I've looked up to Carlos since karting so it's honestly amazing to get to be there, driving along him now." Valeria turns to smile happily up at Carlos, who returns the gesture and passes her back to Lissie for her interview once he's whisked away by some Ferrari employees. Smiling through the interview, even as her energy is dragging, Valeria eventually finds solstice on the floor in her drivers room to sort of reset herself. Plus, the concrete is ice cold and it feels amazing after hours of being in a car and on her feet in the Australia heat.

Three knocks on her doorframe make her look over, to where Susie stands and smiles softly.

"Great work, rest up. We'll see you tomorrow."

Valeria nods, sitting up to thank her as Toto leans on the doorway behind her and smiles, his voice a deep timbre as he says, "those guys aren't going to take it easy on you tomorrow, to them you're just another car. Keep your head straight, stay locked in, you've done excellent so far."

"Thank you, Toto." Valeria gets up with the help of Susie, and as Lewis passes by with a soft congratulations she tries to ignore the fact his eyes seemed to settle anywhere but her face.

She's got bigger problems to worry about.

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milesandcorysupermacy · 1 year

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All jokes, mami

42!Miles Morales x Hothead!Black!Reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: First time writing but I think it's pretty good 🤷🏾‍♀️, use of n word, cursing, Miles crying, mentions of trust issues, that's it I think

Word Bank: Hija: daughter Bien: Good Muy Bien: Very Good. Ay Dios mio: oh my God Tia: Aunt

Summary: You're having a great time with Miles, Talking about drama and laughing your ass off! But, when you go in the bathroom you find some press on nails that DAMN sure aint yours, and are WAY too dramatic to be his mom's. What do you do?

You're sitting in Miles' room. 'Neon Guts' by Lil Uzi Vert and Pharell playing in the background. You guys are doing what yall usually do, gossip about things that go on at Visions.

"Nah, that nigga was trippin', ma. In what world is it EVER ok to crease another man's forces? I'm not the issue."

Miles said in his own blissfully ignorant (hilarious) way. Talking about yet, another incident he's had within the past two weeks with the same guy, Bryson. He hates this man with everything in him. You try to get them to stick together since they're 2 of the handful of students that are minorities. But, as I said earlier, he's ignorant.

"Bae, I get that, I do. The forces were clean. Fresh out the box." You say, trailing off. Playing with your faux locs, thinking of what to say next. Trying to tread carefully because you know Bryson is a sensitive topic. He's your ex, and yall are still cool. But, Miles just NEEDS to be throwing blows with him all the time.

"But that doesn't mean you punch him in the face! A simple 'Ay watch where you goin' bro' would've worked perfectly, but now he look like a busted, lightskin, balloon." You say doing a horrible impression of Miles and his suave brooklyn accent.

Miles chuckles at your description of Bryson, deciding to add onto it.

"Nah, he don't look like no balloon. His ass look like a clown. Matter a fact, a whole ass circus, and he the star. That nigga a bitch anyway. He really think he look like Drake?Nah, bro. Yo ass look like French Montana, stop playin'. Like, Drake? Nah nigga more like Brake, because he needa pump the brakes and slow down before Plankton come and steal the secret formula for that big ass forehead! Cartoon looking ass." Miles said breaking you two out into a fit of laughter. Silent laughter. The worst kind of laughter.

The laughter where you two are just rocking back and forth on his bed, slapping each other's arms and legs, wheezing slightly, and barely gasping for air. You two calm down and you think of a joke. You gasp from realization.

"Nah, because why do he for real laugh like Mr. Krabbs?" You say laughing again. Miles starts laughing too. Snorting this time, which only adds to the excitement.

"I love how funny I made you, Mami. I'm rubbing off on you, bien. Muy Bien." Miles says in a slightly creepy way.

"Damn, I can't even get credit for being funny, Morales?" You say pretending to be offended.

"No, it's better like this." He says before giving you a peck on the cheek and putting his hand around your waist.

After like 5 mins of talking about more drama at Visions (with no laughing fits). You and Miles settle down and start cuddling. With 'Good Days' By Sza in the background. You wrap your arms around his back, with your legs on the outside of his. Miles, just laying on his back and wrapping his arms around your waist. (I hope this makes sense 😭) Cuddling in a bear hug kind of position. You guys stayed like this for about an hour, and just as you're about to doze off, unlike Miles who fell asleep 20 minutes ago. You have to pee.

You slip your hands from around his back, and try to subtly move his hands from your waist, but he woke up. Damn, getting to the bathroom is not gonna be easy with his clingy ass.

"Where ya goin', mamas?" Miles mumbles half asleep, with a raspy voice. Your heart flutters from the nickname.

'How tf does he have this affect on me, and he's half asleep?' You thought.

"Baby, I gotta pee. I'll be right back, ok?" You say trying to dumb it down since only half of his brain works at the moment.

"No, you're gonna take too long. Just stay with me, we'll get you a pamper or sum." He says gripping your waist even tighter. You usually would've given up because of how sweet he was being, but you deadass were gonna pee on yourself.

"Miles." You say sternly. He lets your waist go with a dramatic sigh, and you walk into the bathroom.

You do your business, flush the toilet, and walk over to the sink, starting to wash your hands. But- oh, what's this?

You pick up a pack of orange, rhinestone, one inch, press on nails. You don't wear press on nails. Shit, Miles would know because he pays for you to get your nails done. You feel the anger boiling inside of you. Maybe they're his mom's? No, she hates orange. It reminds her of Halloween. "The devil's holiday". You remember that's what she calls it and you start to smirk. No! You're supposed to be mad right now. You finish wiping your hands on a paper towel and throw it away. Grabbing the nails and marching into Miles' room.

You see miles on his phone, he must've been waiting for you to come back. Or texting his other ho-

"Hey, Ma-"

"Whose nails are these?" You say throwing the box at his face.

He groans and inspects the box, tilting his head in confusion. "I dunno, these seem a little too... crazy to be yours, why?" He says completely oblivious.

"Nigga" You chuckle from anger, pacing around the room. "Stop playing dumb. Miles you're not stupid, you've never been stupid. So I know you understand what pisses me off, and one of those things is lying. Imma ask you one more time, Miles Gonzalo Morales. Who's fucking nails are these?" You spat gritting your teeth during the last sentence. Miles shot up out of the bed, knowing what you were getting at. Trying to convince you with all his heart he'd never do that. This poor boy has lost enough, and he's not about to lose you to a pair of ugly ass nails.

"Mami, I promise I don't know who's nails those are, It's wild that you're even accusing me of this right now. You came over every day this week!" Miles expresses, desperately trying to give you enough evidence.

"Yea, and I always come over after school, maybe your hoes have a scheduled time for after I leave. Who is this bitch? Hm, Miles? Is it that Mexican girl on the 2nd floor, she seems like she's our age." You scream at him, sure that Rio had woken up from her post-work nap.

"Mami, I don't love anyone but you, I promise, ok? Even if I did, with all the money I spend on yo shit. You really think I have enough to buy another girl some nails?" He shouts back. Pointing to the Gucci Mini-Purse he got you for Christmas, he had saved up all year to buy it ever since he saw you eyeing it at the mall. But he could have it back now and give it to his other hoe.

"You know what? You can have this back since my only purpose is being a charity case, fuck nigga." You say taking out your keys, phone, headphones, Lip Gloss, and card out of the purse, shoving it in your pockets. Throwing the purse at him.

"Mami, you serious right now? Sit yo hot-headed ass down and listen to me, you actin' crazy!" Miles grimaced realizing what he just said already knowing your reaction.

"CRAZY?!?!?! I WILL SHOW YO ASS CRA-"

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE? Dios mio¡ It sounds like the real housewives in here. Hija, what did he do this time?" Rio asked.

"Mama Rio, who's nails are these?" You ask her. (She gave you permission to call her that after the 6th dinner together, don't worry)

"¡Ay! I was looking for those, they're Miles' Tia's. She came over yesterday, and was showing me them. She took them from Miles' cousin because that little mama is only 12 and does not need those." She said grabbing the nails and walking out the room to call his Tia. Leaving you and Miles in the most awkward silence. You slowly turn around to see Miles standing there. You thought he would have some sassy remark but no. His lip was starting to quiver and you knew what was next. He starts letting tears fall which surprised you.

"Papa, why are you crying?" You say walking over to hug him. Feeling the worst guilt ever.

"I....I thought you we're gonna leave me, Mami. I would *hiccup* never do something like that to you. Honestly if the roles were reversed I'd forgive you. I don't think I can even see my life without you. I'm so sorry." He says.

"Miles..." You whisper.

"It's not your fault I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. You've done nothing to prove that you're untrustworthy. I have trust issues and that's something I need to work on. Not you. I'm so sorry, baby" You say sitting down on the bed for one of the most needed cuddle sessions yall have ever had. And after a few minutes of comfortable silence, Miles breaks the ice.

"What if I just made my mom cover for me, and I am cheating on you?" He asks with a shit eating grin.

"Miles..." You warn

"All jokes, mami"

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mossy123302 · 5 months

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This is going more pissa (romantic, correct?) and might have some...implied nsfw....?

My thoughts is very scrambled, and I have so much to say.

I always think about Origins!Smp Philza meeting Q! Missa...

Missa who probably got lost during his way back in his travels of finding Q! Philza a gift! Missa is determined to find the right one, to show how much Philza means to him and that he deserves something better....

But, uh, Missa wasn't currently sure where he was and now he's upset, not angry, but upset... How is he supposed to find the greatest gift, a treasure when he cannot even find his way back home! How?! He was on the right trail and still got horribly lost...He should have just brought a map and compass with him, but he didn't because he was confident with himself that he would find his way back. He always found his way back one way or another, even if it took much longer...but while he tries to find his way back, he'll just keep looking for a good gift for Philza

....

Missa, who, stops in his track when he sees two large familiar wings. Oh, ohhhh, oh lady death spare him, because apparently he was never lost at all?? Philza is here??? RIGHT HERE AND HE DOESN'T HAVE A GIFT- DIOS MIO

Missa was just ready to cry right there and decided he was just gonna have to make up whatever lie and present he has in his backpack, he lost his backpack

Missa was too distracted, muttering and quietly sobbing to himself that he wasn't aware that Philza already noticed his presence.

Well... O! Philza, to be more exact, who immediately noticed a new presence in his territory..his home.... He was curious to see what this new person was, and what bravery they had to be so willing to enter and well.... He wasn't sure what to make of this strange fella who wore a skeleton mask, and dressed in purple and blue with a few chains that seemed to be connected around his neck to his armor shoulder, with another skeleton over it as decoration...

O! Philza is a little disappointed, but he doesn't think this new stranger would have anything good for him...he looks... pitiful and pathetic like some wet cat.

O! Philza was about to leave until suddenly Missa called out for him and he almost tripped over his own feet, because how does this stranger know his name—

Annndd why is he crying— Oh Lady Death help him-

Missa tried to be brave, help him, he tried but he immediately broke down crying because he honestly didn't know what to say or offer as an apology gift, so all he could do was give a sorry lame apology to Philza for not being around and letting him take care of their two beautiful eggs/children all by himself

It took a minute for O! Philza to process and awkwardly stop Missa that he genuinely has no idea who he is or why he is here and that they don't have no kids and if he's gone insane— (O! Philza has standards, thank you very much- While Missa is very cute in his opinion, he doesn't plan on having anymore children nor does he recall ever adopting. Who the heck is Chayanne and Tallulah)

After some awkward conversation, O! Philza did finally offer Missa to stay at a nearby village until he can figure out how to...get him back to Quesadilla Island, back to his Philza and his kids. Missa is forever grateful to this weird other version of his platonic husband, and decided he'd lighten up the village as a thank you!

....How does one lighten up a village anyways?

..Missa will figure it out.

Missa itches every little instinct in O! Philza, and it's such a curse and blessing. The way Missa screams, and immediately clings to O! Philza without any hesitance, crying for him to save him.

The way Missa found some bravery in him to finally ask if he could preen his wings, because gods, he knows how important wings are to them and he wasn't gonna let O! Philza walk around, with dirty wings, like that any longer. He was so gentle as he tended to every feather and even as an extra bonus, he gave a massage to O! Philza and his wings as well!

Missa, in O! Philza opinion, is a god send...

Missa is super attentive, makes delicious meals that he's never heard of before and most of all, despite being weak, he still tries and is willing to put himself out there if it means his family and friends were safe. O! Philza may have...purposely stopped searching for a way to send Missa back and instead send Missa further and deeper into the forest...deeper where no one can find him.

Further away from civilization. O! Philza wanted to be the one to save him each time, to be the only one he speaks with... But Missa already has a home, his own Philza and kids.

That burned deep in O! Philza brain. Missa wasn't mated, as far as he can tell, there's no bite mark, no scent or anything (Though it could be because Missa has been traveling so the scent must have worn off), and yet he has kids! Literal actual children they take care of and takes after those two...

Now O! Philza loves kids, don't get him wrong, but even he doesn't know where Missa came from and as far as he can tell, someone must have purposely dropped Missa here without telling anyone and now he's just stuck here, so oh well.

But Missa never stops talking about them....He doesn't stop. He talks and talks about them, and O! Philza wonders how red Missa's face will get if he kisses him to shut him up.

Will Missa quiet down if he gave Missa kids?

O! Philza isn't quite sure of what anatomy Missa has, but he knows Missa isn't human at all to some degree, so it's possible...he could....

The idea of Missa being— He's getting distracted. He could just fetch some other fledglings from another nest, but...he knows it won't quiet Missa for long. It's not his biological ones, not the real ones but...

...Hm.

Mm.

O! Philza might not be so against the idea after all of Missa entering his nest. It has been awfully quiet and empty anyways...

#pissa #thoughts #too many thoughts #missasinfonia #o!philza #help #i wrote something #perishes #qsmp???#missa qsmp #q!missa #mentioned q!philza #missa design is a reference to maepletea design #yandere implied

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Tower Town, Chapter 22 - The Final Slice

Part 5

Gustavo managed to squirm out from under the bulky corpse just in time to see the Pizzamancer explode. He saw Peppino standing, panting, obviously exhausted…

He saw the blood soaking his friend’s clothes…

Then Peppino collapsed.

Gustavo ran towards him. “PEPPINO! PEPPINO!!” He rolled him over - Peppino's face was soaked with blood. He wasn't breathing. His eyes were already lifeless.

Gustavo shook his head. “No. No. Nonono…”

He looked around, his vision blurred by tears. Mi… Mio Dio, Giuseppe, Anita, the Noises, they're all…”

Suddenly a pair of arms grabbed Peppino and picked him up. “Come on, all of you! Grab the soldiers and the rabbits and follow me!”

“P… Pizzahe- we mean, Paolo?” Fake said.

Paolo strode off. “Hurry up! We might be able to save them!”

Gustavo nodded, and grabbed Noise and Noisette, hoisting them up with the strength of desperation. Pepperman lifted Giuseppe's corpse, piling Anita's small frame on top of him.

The group trotted after the tall Ninda, into a room full of glass tubes. Cloning tanks? Gustavo wondered.

Paolo gestured at a staircase next to the clone tanks. “Hurry! Up there! Put each one in a separate tank! Hurry!”

As they did so, Fake glared at him. “If you are planning on cloning them-”

Paolo waved irritably. “These ‘cloning tanks’ are actually medical capsules!” He closed the lid, and quickly hustled to the control panel. “If we're fast enough, it can regenerate them before brain death sets in!”

Everyone gathered beside him. “How do you know that?” Fake asked suspiciously.

Paolo tapped the side of his head as he typed frantically. “Remember what I said? While I was monitoring you guys, the Tower hit me with some sort of… beam. It recognized my memory loss and filled in the holes with what it thought I needed.”

Brando nodded. “So you know how these operate?”

Paolo nodded. “I think so.” He finished typing, and the bodies in the tubes buoyed up as the force fields held them. “There. I've initiated the regeneration program… I think. I was in such a rush, that… never mind. Now, we can only wait.”

Gustavo moved Fake aside. “Why are you doing this? You got what you wanted. The Pizzamancer's dead.”

Paolo frowned. “I pay my debts. Despite what you all feel towards me, I have no ill will towards you.” He glanced up at the bodies of Noisette, Giuseppe, and Anita. “And… some people recently showed me the value of kindness… and friendship.”

Gustavo paused, then nodded. “All right. How long do you think it'll take?”

Paolo shook his head. “Hours, certainly.” He motioned at Pepperman, Brick, and Fake - all three, while standing, were trembling with pain. “Let's get you all patched up.”

~~~~

Paolo handed Brando a small device. “Here, hold this button down and run it over their wounds. It should mend even them.”

As the Ninda walked away, Brando turned to the froglike clone, and dutifully ran the device over their flesh. Fake shivered as the device wove their doughy form back together. “That feels very uncomfortable,” they said.

“I can only imagine,” Brando said absently. He spoke as he waved the device around. “In there… you said… you had to save your son?”

Fake looked at Brando warily. “We… we did not wish to tell you. We saw how… angry you were. At us.”

Brando sat back. “What are you, Fake?”

Fake sat silently, then finally nodded. “When Bruno disappeared… Pizzahead kidnapped him. Assimilated his restaurant into the Tower. Did… horrible things to him. To us.” Fake shivered. “He - we died. He used Bruno's brain as the base for us.”

Brando reached up and touched the being's head. “So you're saying… you're my father? Bruno Tagliatelle?”

Fake cringed back from the look of reflexive hatred that appeared on the boy's face. “Part of us is. And we regret… he regrets so very much how he treated you.” They looked downcast. “We know you cannot forgive us for how we treated you, but… we could not stand by and watch you die.”

Brando’s face was unreadable. “You… nearly sacrificed your life to save me. And you didn't have to. I could have protected myself.”

Fake nodded. “We did not think. It was�� reflex. And besides, we have come to understand how much we lost. The terrible mistakes we made. We cannot change the past. But we…” they looked up at Brando's face, “we would like to think we could be with you in the future.”

Brando said nothing at first. “I hated you. I hate you so much.”

Fake nodded. “You had good reason to, young one. Bruno was horrible to you. He knows that now. We are so sorry.”

Brando shook his head. “I don't know… I don't know if I can forgive him.” Then he smiled, weakly. “But it does give me some comfort, knowing the part of him that lives actually cares.”

Fake nodded. “The Bruno in us wishes they could have been a different person, now.”

Brando chuckled. “Well, he - you - are, are you not?”

Fake stopped, then chuckled. “So we are.”

Brando held out a hand, smiling. “Nice to meet you.”

Fake shook it. “Nice to meet you, Brando.”

~~~~

Peppino found himself in a shapeless void. He stared around, then looked down. The hole in his chest was gone.

He also wasn't breathing.

“I finally-a get to meet you in person, l'altro mio figlio.”

Suddenly Peppino was aware of a figure in front of him. He was tall, a good head taller than himself, heavyset, with long curling hair.

Peppino’s memory stirred. “P… Papa?”

The man turned - behind his bushy mustache was a warm smile. “Peppino. Il mio piccolino. How you've-a grown.” He walked forward and embraced Peppino.

Peppino found tears welling up in his eyes, and he hugged his father for the first time in over forty years.

For an unmeasurable time, they stood, together.

Finally, Peppino spoke. “Papa, you should know… I’m not-a the original Peppino. I'm-”

“A clone?” Sergio said, smiling. “I know. Your brother told me.”

“Giuseppe’s here?” Peppino said, confused. He looked around.

Sergio chuckled. “None of us are-a here in a physical sense, you silly polpetta. We're…” he paused, “in between. In between life and-a death. And yes, I know. You are still my son, however you came-a to be.”

The statement was so simple and yet profound. Peppino couldn't help himself anymore, and he plunged his face into his father's chest, bawling like a child.

Forty years of pain and suffering poured out of him like poison from a wound.

Sergio hugged the man to him. “My poor-a little Peppino. The world has been so hard on you. Would that I could have-a been there to take some of the burden from you.”

“I missed-a you so much, Papa,” Peppino choked.

Sergio stroked Peppino's head. “I have always been beside you, Peppino. You and-a your brother both. As much as I could be.” He held him at arm's length. “You have seen-a so much, felt so much torment. But you are strong, Peppino. Stronger than-a you realize. You have survived things that most other people would not.”

Peppino hung his head. “But-a now it's over. I died defeating the Pizzamancer. What happens now?”

Sergio smiled. “Who said you were dead?”

Peppino shook his head, confused. “But… you're here, Papa. Where else would I-a see you?”

Sergio laughed. “Ah, you were on-a the verge of death, it's true. But your friends found a way to return you. It's only a matter of time, now.”

Peppino blinked. “But, even so… you are here. You died long, long ago…”

“Sì, that's true,” Sergio conceded. “But just-a because we're dead doesn't mean we're gone. How many-a times did you end up a ghost in-a the Tower the first time?”

Peppino shivered. “More times than I want-a to think about. But I thought that was-a just a transformation…?”

“They don't-a have to be mutually exclusive, figlio,” Sergio said. “Now, our-a time is drawing to a close. I wanted to-a tell you: I am, and always have been, proud of you, Peppino. Despite-a your hardships, you haven't given up. Either of you.”

He started to slowly fade away, and Peppino reached out to him. “Wait! Papa, wait, please!”

Sergio’s voice was fading, too. “You're being pulled-a back to the real world, Peppino. It's-a not your time, and won't be for a long time. Look after your brother and-a your friends, Peppino. They are as good as family.” He turned, then turned back. “Oh, one last thing…”

Peppino wiped his eyes. “Sì, Papa?”

“Tell your Mama… I'll always love her, and I'll wait as long as it-a takes for her. Tell her… take-a her time.”

Peppino nodded. “I will, Papa. Grazie. And goodbye, for now.”

Sergio waved. “I'm always-a with you, my sons. Take care of Margherita for me… and don't-a let go of those you love…”

~~~~

Paolo wandered the capsule room, alone. The others had all fallen asleep; Fake and Brando huddled together, Gustavo laying on top of Brick. Vigi crouched on Pepperman's head - apparently he'd gotten accustomed to the perch.

Or maybe he's just comforted by a friend's proximity. He paused. Friends, Paolo thought. Must be nice.

He checked the gauges, and nodded. They'd all managed to pull through. Barely.

Then he looked more closely - the regeneration process should have stopped long before, it seemed. He quickly hit an END command, and the machines hummed to a stop. Whoops. He carefully checked - while their minds were fine, it looked like they had all been physically regressed. Looks like roughly twenty years. He snorted. I doubt any of them will mind.

He walked over to the room where the Pizzamancer - my ancestor - had reigned. The room was an absolute disaster - holes, broken walls, spikes and debris everywhere.

They'd left the Pizzamancer's remains where Peppino had felled him. Good riddance. He walked over, intending to get one last kick in -

Wait. What?

He crouched and looked more closely. His wounds. They're closing. Paolo stood up, horrified. I thought we destroyed his immortality! Then he realized. Of course he'd have a backup! It's slow, but he's regenerating!

He started to run back, to warn the others… and stopped.

No. They've done their part, and more. This time, I'll take care of it.

“Tower, new command. Authorization: Paolo Totino.”

Confirmed. Awaiting command.

“Command: Tower will no longer accept or acknowledge commands or requests, both direct or indirect, from the spirit of Dominic Totino, in perpetuity. Include sub-command: any attempt by Dominic Totino, in any direct or indirect capacity, to alter or interfere in Tower technology will enact Tower destruction of compromised technology instantly. Fatal compromisation of Tower technology will enact Final Solution Protocol, subset: Tower Subquantum Annihilation. Execute.”

Execution successful. Dominic Totino’s access has been permanently rescinded. Any attempt by indicated individual to subvert indicated protocols in any way will be rendered unsuccessful.

“Command list.”

Command list verified. Awaiting command.

“First command: Tower will confirm total regeneration of all subjects currently in resuscitation, decant them, and ensure their consciousness and health. Confirm.”

Confirmed. Awaiting command.

“Command: Tower will teleport all technology, except that vital to Tower integrity, as well as control room terminal, to a stable, unoccupied location one mile outside Tower Town. Confirm.”

Confirmed. Awaiting command.

“Command: Tower will teleport all occupants, excepting the body, spirit, and mind of Dominic Totino, to a stable, unoccupied location 100 meters outside Tower Town.”

Confirmed. Awaiting command.

“Command: Tower will enact protective protocols, then teleport itself to planetary coordinates 0, 0, 0. Confirm.”

Confirmed. CAUTION: command will place Tower at the planetary core. Tower will not be accessible. Verify.

“Verified. Command: Destroy any and all teleportation technology remaining within the Tower upon arrival at previously described coordinates. Comfirm.”

Confirmed. Awaiting command.

Final Command. Tower will enact full concealment protocols. Parameters: all. Concealment will continue until rescinded by myself. Confirm.”

Confirmed. Awaiting execute command.

Paolo looked at the tubes in the room behind him, holding the barely-living bodies of his allies. The people who'd sacrificed themselves to save the world.

My friends.

He looked at the still form of the Pizzamancer, his ancestor, who'd offered him the world, but he knew in his heart would turn on him at the slightest whim.

No decision at all, really.

“Execute.”

~~~~

Peppino blinked as he felt some sort of force let him go. He fell to his knees.

Then it all rushed back to him.

Frantically he put his hand to his chest. His shirt had a huge hole in it, but of the gaping wound that had killed him, there was no sign.

What…?

He heard a coughing sound next to him. He glanced over-

Giuseppe was on his knees, coughing and shaking.

Peppino felt pure joy rise in his heart. “Fratello!!” He hopped over and snatched the man up, hugging and spinning him around. “Sei vivo! SEI VIVO!!”

Giuseppe laughed. “Put me down, Pino! I-”

He stopped, then put his hands to his throat. “The scar's still there… but I sound… normal?” Indeed, he sounded almost exactly like Peppino now. He held a hand up - his hair had grown back, and his ear had regrown, but the scar remained. “What… what happened?”

Peppino looked around. To the side, Noise and Noisette were hugging, crying. Farther along, Anita was staggering out, looking confused. “I... don't-a know. I feel… good, actually. Really-a good.” He bounced experimentally. “Better than-a I have in years, in fact.”

He looked over - Gustavo, Brick, Fake, Brando, Pepperman, and Vigi were asleep.

“Maybe we-”

Bwip

~~~~

Bwip

“-should… ask… them?” Peppino blinked.

Giuseppe looked around. “We got teleported again.” He turned, then pointed. “Just outside town, in fact.”

“That's my doing,” Paolo said, strolling up, looking smug.

Everyone turned towards him. “What did you do?” Peppino said.

Paolo polished his fingers on his shirt, and grinned. “Well, long story short, after you killed the Pizzamancer, we managed to get you and the others in the medical pods and save you. Then, while you were regenerating, I noticed the Pizzamancer was regenerating, too. So I had you all teleported here, removed all the tech from the Tower, and had it teleport and seal itself in the planet’s core.” He grinned maliciously. “He may live forever, but he'll be stuck there forever, too. In fact, I bet he's waking up to a nasty surprise, right now…”

~~~~

Dominic stirred as the regeneration power he'd engineered finally restored him to life. He pushed himself off the ground, in immense pain but alive. He grinned. A clever ruse, Raphael, but I planned for such an eventuality. He gasped just a little - he wasn't fully healed, yet. That Spaghetti fool did quite a number on me. In all his plans, he ruefully realized he'd never thought what might happen if they'd acquired two powers.

He looked around. The room was a wreck - spikes everywhere, holes blown in the walls, floor, and ceiling. And blood. Blood everywhere… but no bodies.

They must have fled. Took the bodies with them. He stretched. “No matter. I'll capture them, and they can watch as I melt the world again!” He chuckled maliciously. “Tower, Command: search for previous invaders.”

Silence.

Dominic looked upward. “Tower, Command.”

Nothing.

Dominic felt the first tingle of fear run through his heart. I know that boy Paolo was controlling some of the Tower's functions. Surely he couldn't…

Dominic strode over to his throne, flipping up a hidden panel on the arm. He held his hand to it. “Tower, verify access.”

The Tower was silent as the grave.

The Pizzamancer felt real panic now. “Respond, damn you! I order you to respond!”

He ran from room to room, looking for something, anything. It was all gone. Damn you, you little crumb. What have you done to my Tower??

Finally, he entered the medical lab where he knew the other Ninda had been controlling things. Despite being mostly empty, a single screen glowed.

Aha. A fatal mistake, boy. All I need is one… Dominic strode over and touched the screen.

The screen made no sound, gave no response. Instead, it showed a message:

Many-times-great-Grandpa Dominic,

You are the most horrible, vile person I've ever met. You deserve an eternity in hell, but you seem to have found a way to avoid that. So, I've created one for you.

I made sure while I was regenerating everyone - they're all alive and well, by the way - that I was now the sole master of the Tower. The Tower will never again respond to you in any way. Any and all attempts to circumvent this physically will result in the Tower itself instantly destroying anything you so much as look askance at. Oh, and just to be sure, the Tower is now locked at the center of the planet, and no one, not even myself, can find it, thanks to its concealment protocols.

You wanted eternity, Dominic. You destroyed the world for it. You tried to destroy it again. You destroyed my life. Now I'm going to rebuild my life, with these people, while you sit in hell forever.

Requiescat en pace, Dominic.

The Pizzamancer stared at the screen, unable to comprehend. He looked around desperately, trying to think of a way out of his eternal prison.

As if to taunt him, a single wall had been made transparent, and he could see the truth of it: outside was a brilliant wall of liquid rock and metal, swirling and spinning.

Dominic sat down on the floor, horrified.

“No…”

He held his head in his hands.

The empty halls echoed with his rage and despair.

~~~~

Peppino sat down hard. “So, thats-a it? It's-a over?”

Paolo nodded. “It's over.”

Peppino reeled and sat on the ground.

Giuseppe stood, staring at the sky. He was clenching and unclenching his fists.

Suddenly, Gustavo was wrapped around Peppino's neck. “You're alive! You're alive, amico!”

Peppino grinned and patted his friend on the head. “Sì, Gustavo. I should-a be dead, but…” he looked up at Paolo. “I feel-a good. Is that a side-effect of the regeneration process?”

Paolo looked uncomfortable. “Well, I, uh, kind of didn't set the parameters exactly right and sort of… left you in the oven too long, as it were. The five of you have been physically regressed twenty years.”

Everyone stopped talking. Finally, Noise spoke up. “I thought I felt wrong. Dammit, I don't wanna be fifteen again!”

Noisette giggled. “Oh I dunno, hun, I didn't know ya back then, and I gotta say, you were pretty cute.” She batted her eyelashes at him.

Noise perked up immediately. “Ya think? Well, lemme tell ya then, back when I was…”

Peppino turned back to Paolo, who was trying to look confident but instead looked like he wanted to run. Giuseppe walked up to him. “My voice is normal again,” he said, “and my ear’s whole, too. But the scars are still there. Shouldn't those have been healed, too?”

Paolo shrugged. “I was in a hurry. I guess the system concluded that since they didn't really impede you, they didn't need to be fixed.”

Giuseppe nodded. “Considering the benefits, I think I can live with scars.” He grinned, then reached down, hauling Peppino to his feet and into a bear hug. “We did it, fratellino!”

Peppino chuckled. “I guess-a we can say we died to save the world, eh?”

Giuseppe laughed. “Indeed we can! I should let the authorities know!” He reached down to his pocket… and pulled out a broken mess of glass and metal. “Ah, damn, my phone!”

Vigi oozed up. “No worries, big guy. I didn' get hit. I'll give ‘em a call.” He pulled out his phone, looked at it, then grinned and handed it up to Giuseppe. “Actually, how about you do th’ honors? I think one o’ the heroes of the day should spread th’ word.”

Giuseppe paused, then smiled. “I mean, don't you qualify too?” He grinned down at his friend.

Vigi laughed. “Maybe, yeah. But I think it'll sound better comin’ from you.”

Giuseppe sighed, and dialed from memory. “Second time I've saved the world…”

~~~~

All of them sat on gurneys, rocks, whatever was available, as the EMTs looked them over. Police vehicles flashed lights everywhere.

Giuseppe walked over and sat down next to Peppino, grinning. “The news hounds will be here soon, I bet.”

Peppino grimaced. “Dio ci aiuti. I don't-a know if I'm up to answering that many questions…”

Then a series of unmarked vehicles pulled up… vehicles that looked familiar. Giuseppe smiled, though a bit painfully. “Looks like Spec Ops got here first. Thank God.”

Peppino raised an eyebrow. “You're more happy the military got here first?”

“Sì. They already know most of the story. They'll just want to know what happened.”

As the doors opened, a variety of figures stepped out, most forming a cordon just in time: the dreaded news vans pulled up, the reporters swarming towards them, only to be stopped by the soldiers.

One soldier, however, stepped towards them. “Lieutenant Morelli, Major Spaghetti. Did you really do it? Did you stop this… fou?”

Giuseppe smiled. “That's right, Louis. He's gone.” He gestured at Paolo. “At least, that's what Mr. Totino told us… and I'm inclined to believe him.”

As Paolo walked up, the Frenchman blanched. “Mon dieu, Major, that's Pizzahead! How can you-”

Paolo held up his hands. “Mr… what is your name?”

The Frenchman stopped, stunned. “Er… Lambert, monsieur. Captain Louis Lambert.”

Paolo nodded. “Paolo Totino. Formerly possessed by the Pizzamancer, I was Pizzahead.” He frowned. “Please, before you arrest me, please send someone to these coordinates.” He rattled off latitude and longitude.

Lambert looked even more confused. “Why?”

“Because that's where I ordered the Tower to transport all its technology to. It's inert - it only responds to me - but it could be extremely dangerous in the wrong hands.”

Lambert's eyes grew wide, and he nodded. “Give me a moment to confer with my superiors…” He turned, frantically speaking in French into a lapel mike.

Giuseppe turned to Paolo. “Quite the bombshell you dropped there.”

Paolo shrugged and grinned. “After all, it's mine, more or less. I am the Pizzamancer's direct descendant. Just don't want it causing too much trouble, sitting in a field somewhere.”

Peppino reached out and tentatively touched the Ninda’s arm. “You're-a turning yourself in? But you were brainwashed! Possessed!”

“Maybe. But it'll be better for the courts to work that out for themselves,” Giuseppe said. “It also looks better for him.”

Louis turned back to them. “We have several teams setting out now.” He gestured to the others, who gathered together. “Everyone, if you don't mind, we'd like to take you briefly into custody, for your own protection.” He jerked a thumb towards the rabid mob of reporters, and grinned wryly. “I doubt any of you will mind.”

“Thank god,” Vigi said, oozing towards a vehicle. “Can’t stand reporters.”

As the other operatives gently gathered the exhausted party into the gathered vehicles, Giuseppe, Peppino, and Louis sat down in the lead vehicle. “Pardon my bluntness, messieurs, but you look like you've been to Hell and back.” He gestured at the various holes in their clothing, specifically the giant hole in Peppino's shirt, just below the breastbone. “A blow there should have killed you, but you appear undamaged. How-?”

Peppino grinned. “Well, technically, it-a did kill me. He killed us both.”

The Captain’s eyes widened. “But how-?”

“Just drive, Louis,” Giuseppe said, grinning, “it's a long story.”

~~~~

Peppino sat in the pizzeria. The place was packed. After word of the end of the Pizzamancer's reign of terror had gotten out, people had surged out of hiding, and cities all over the world had an air of celebration.

All the others were there. Noise and Noisette were off in a corner, Noise trying not to panic as he was surrounded by clamoring fans. Noisette was firmly deflecting some of the more aggressive ones.

Pepperman and Vigi sat at a table closer by. Vigi was taking a leave of absence to recover, but several officers kept stopping by to speak to him. Peppino had never seen him look so pleased. Pepperman, meanwhile, was all but bringing down the roof with his laughter, talking of making a series of paintings to commemorate their victory.

Giuseppe and Anita sat at a table close to the counter. Margherita sat with them, and the three were talking and laughing quietly. Margherita was grilling Anita like she was interviewing the woman for a job, but Anita was taking it in stride.

Brando was moving among the customers. His smile seemed even bigger than usual. His confidence had skyrocketed since the Tower. He's earned it, Peppino thought happily.

Fake was in the kitchen. They had split up into five again, each moving with purpose. With the burden of secrecy off them, they were much more relaxed.

Gustavo stood on a stool next to Peppino, Brick napping beside him. He looked up at his friend and grinned. “Hard to believe just a few days ago the world was on the verge of collapse.”

Peppino sighed. “Sì.” He felt more content than he had in… he couldn't remember when.

Giuseppe looked at his watch, then waved at Peppino. “Hey, fratellino! Get the TV on, it'll be starting soon!”

Peppino grinned and grabbed the TV remote. “Go get-a Fake from the kitchen, would you, Gus? He'll-a want to see this.”

Gus nodded, hopping down as Peppino turned on the TV. It was a new, large flat-screen - his old one, the old reliable purple one, had finally given out.

At least I can afford it, now.

Gus returned with Fake, who was wiping their hands. “What did you need, Peppino?”

“You should-a see this, amico,” he said. As he spoke, the sitcom that had been playing was interrupted. “This is a National News Special Report…”

The entire pizzeria grew quiet.

The President herself stepped onto the podium, the reporters’ cameras flashing like lightning as they waved and smiled. Finally, the cacophony quieted, and they spoke.

“Good evening, everyone. We'll try to keep this brief but accurate.”

“Approximately three days ago, a group of citizens discovered a way to reach the mobile base of the international terrorist known as the Pizzamancer, who had been terrorizing the entire planet for weeks.”

“While military intervention was considered, it was decided that a small group, with intimate knowledge of the Pizzamancer and his technology, would infiltrate the Tower and stop him.”

Anita chuckled. “Like we gave them a choice.”

Everyone in the room laughed.

Giuseppe snorted. “They're just covering their asses so they don't look incompetent. Gotta keep up appearances, after all.”

“This group was successful due to the effort of many individuals, including the person once known as Pizzahead.”

The crowd of reporters started an uproar, but the President waved them down. “Let me explain. Using Old Technology, the Pizzamancer had, for all intents and purposes, possessed a man named Paolo Totino, his descendant, and forced him to perform the deeds Pizzahead perpetrated. Mr. Totino is currently in custody of his own volition, and we are investigating.”

The President cleared her throat. “While security concerns mean we are unable to release most of the details at this time, due to the singular nature of the aggressor, there should be no fear of reprisals, and as such, we spoke to the individuals involved about revealing themselves. Some few have elected to remain anonymous, and we will honor that request. Others have given us permission, and as such, we wish to honor them publicly.”

The entire pizzeria looked at Fake and cheered, who blushed. “We felt the world at large was not quite ready for our… nature,” Fake muttered.

Peppino put a hand on their shoulder. “It's Ok, amico. We all know what you did.”

“First, we have Major Giuseppe Spaghetti. A decorated hero of the Great War, whose deeds are so myriad listing them all would take all night.”

The reporters, as well as the pizzeria audience, both laughed. Giuseppe blushed, but laughed as well.

“Not only is he a decorated hero of the War, he is one of the founders of our Special Operations branch.”

The crowd cheered, and Giuseppe smiled.

“Next, we have another retired veteran, Lieutenant Anita Morelli. Again, a highly decorated member of our military forces during the Great War, she had retired as well. Recently she returned to assist in this time of crisis, and served a pivotal role in the success of this mission.”

A round of applause made the tiny woman blush herself. “No need for all that,” she muttered.

“Next, we have Mr. Theodore Noise.”

Noise hissed. “Stop announcin' my real name, ya-”

Noisette innocently swatted Noise in the back of the head, and the crowd laughed. He sat up, grumbling, but didn't continue.

“Many of you know him as the owner, and occasional star, of NTV.” The reporter crowd cheered, and Noise smiled in satisfaction. “Being a former employee - and victim - of Pizzahead, and by extension, the Pizzamancer, he joined the other former Pizza Tower Bosses, as they were known, in the assault.”

“An’ they can pay me back in visibility,” he quipped.

“I think-a you're visible enough already, gremlin,” Peppino snorted.

“The next member was the internationally-acclaimed artist, Phillip Pepperman. Another former inhabitant of the old Pizza Tower, he lent his immense strength to the effort.”

Pepperman preened, but unusually, said nothing.

“Joining him was Vigert L. Lannte, Sheriff of Tower Town. Another former Boss, and a gifted marksman.”

Vigi practically gleamed with repressed pride.

“A new player on the field was Mr. Brando Tagliatelle. A man with a personal grudge against the Pizzamancer, we have recently discovered that the disappearance of Mr. Bruno Tagliatelle, his father, was the work of the Pizzamancer - he captured, and killed, the man. The younger Mr. Tagliatelles then joined the battle, avenging his lost family.”

The audience, both TV and pizzeria, murmured in shock. Peppino put his hand on the young man's shoulder. “Are you sure you're Ok with-a such a public confession, ragazzo?”

Brando shrugged and smiled. “It's honestly a relief.” He glanced at Fake, and grinned, if a bit weakly. “And it's not like it's a total loss.” He'd informed his mother the day before, and she'd been disconsolate. “Mama will finally grieve… assuming she remembers.”

“Another member, Mr. Gustavo Farina, you may recognize from the destruction of the original Pizza Tower.”

The crowd cheered and Gus blushed furiously, ducking behind the counter. Peppino laughed and poked the gnome. “You-a knew you were going to be mentioned, amico.”

Gus blushed but smiled.

The President grinned. “And last, but certainly not least, was the leader of this movement, Mr. Peppino Spaghetti.”

The pizzeria erupted in applause. Peppino chuckled.

“The destroyer of the original Pizza Tower, himself a veteran himself of the Great War, and brother to the previously mentioned Mr. Giuseppe Spaghetti. Despite the terror involved in again brain g the Tower, he not only led the expedition, but dealt the final, decisive blow to their opponent, nearly at the cost of his own life.”

Giuseppe quirked an eyebrow. “Almost?”

Peppino wave his hand. “You know what would-a likely happen if word got out that we died and-a were resurrected. Everyone in-a the world would be fighting over that Old-a Tech.”

“We, as a nation and as a world, cannot express how indebted we are to these people. Evidence discovered in the Tower indicate that the Pizzamancer was responsible for what we know as the Plague of Spite, which nearly wiped out the world 2500 years before. We have evidence that he was designing a new plague, even more deadly, but the effort of these individuals stopped him, and destroyed the plague.”

The shouting reached a deafening pitch. Peppino and the others hadn't said anything about the plague. Now the back-slapping and clapping was downright feverish.

The President stood smiling while the cacophony wore down, then cleared her throat. “Mr. Spaghetti reached out to us just yesterday and asked us to drive one point home: it was the former Pizzahead who destroyed the plague.”

The room went dead silent, then broke out in a raucous barrage of questions, but the President waved them down. “A full statement will be issued to all media outlets after this announcement.” She paused, looking down, then back up. “I say again, the world cannot adequately express how much it owes to these people. However, I have moved to have that day declared an international holiday. While we haven't heard back from all nations, all the ones who have have been vogorously in favor.”

The audience cheered, but Anita snorted. “Wonder what they'll call it?”

Gustavo chuckled. “Knowing them, probably ‘Pizza Day’ or something like that. Sounds ridiculous.”

Peppino crossed his arms. “It-a would be appropriate, though.”

“To all of you, if you're watching…”

All of them sat up straight.

“I would like to personally say: Thank you. We are forever in your debt.”

The audience roared with approval.

~~~~

Later that night, Peppino sat on the roof of the pizzeria. Fake was downstairs, taking care of the stragglers. Everyone has gone home - even Gus and Brick had left.

Except Giuseppe. He sat beside Peppino, watching the sky. Fireworks were exploding everywhere, celebrating the final destruction of an enemy who'd held the world in fear for millenia.

For once, Peppino didn't cringe at the explosions. The voices were silent.

Both men swung their legs, smiling, watching the display. “Hard to believe this is-a for us,” Peppino said. “I'm-a not used to being… an international hero.”

Giuseppe chuckled. “You get used to it. People will calm down after a while, but… well, for me, I was only known in the military, before. Now… now we're known everywhere.” He turned. “Don't be surprised if you get flooded for a while.”

“Ah. Maybe I should-a order more stock, then,” Peppino said ruefully.

Giuseppe laughed out loud. “Peppino, you just saved the world. Not us. You. Take some time off, or something!”

Peppino laughed but shook his head. “I've-a taken enough time off in my life, living in-a my own doubts and fears. Trapped in-a my own head.” He watched the brilliant bursts of light above, and for the first time in over twenty years, he enjoyed them.

“From now on, I want to live.”

The two men sat back, watching the world express its relief and joy.

~~~~

Peppino, Gustavo, and Brick slowly walked up the hill towards the pit where the Tower had stood. Gus carefully cradled the small purple egg that the Tower had given them. “Are you sure they'll be here?” Gus said.

Peppino nodded. “Believe it or not, Gerome has a cell phone, and he called me. He said they're-a gonna build a house up here.” He looked around. “Something about ‘good rock’ here…”

As they topped the last hill before the rise to the cliff, they could indeed see the beginnings of a house. Stone, of course, but Peppino was surprised to see it was purple.

As they approached, they saw John lift up a block and place it on top of the wall. The world seemed to shift, and the rock changed, reshaping to fit the ones below tightly.

“Well, if-a nothing else, you could make a killing building stone monuments,” Peppino said cheerfully.

John turned, smiling. “Hey there, Peppino.” He yelled. “Hey! Gerome! They're here!”

From around the corner came… another slab of stone, with two small legs working busily underneath. John lifted the stone, and Gerome, who'd been underneath, saluted. “Hey.”

Peppino's eyebrows shot up. “How-a were you carrying that, Gerome?”

John chuckled. “Gerome's stronger than me, what do you mean?”

The three stared at the taciturn little man, who said nothing. Then they all shrugged. “Ah, well, we just came up because… well, we have something for you…”

~~~~

John held the small purple egg, which was shivering gently above his cupped hands. “Well, will wonders never cease. The old ones in the Tower left us a present.”

Gerome walked up and put a hand on his brother's hip. “Not a present, John. A future.”

“What is it?” Gustavo said.

“It's… exactly what it looks like, sort of,” John said. “It's an egg… but it's also an idea.” He stood. “With this, our people… the Litha… can be reborn.” He looked ready to cry. “It'll take years… but…”

Gerome looked up and gave one of his rare grins. “We won't be the last anymore.”

John looked down, tearing up, and nodded. “Yup.” Then he held the egg down at Gerome's level. “You want to do the honors?”

Gerome gently took the egg, holding it carefully.

Peppino, Gustavo, and Brick held their breath…

Then Gerome chucked the egg into the pit.

Peppino and Gustavo both gasped, and Brick squeaked her own surprise. “Gerome, what-a the-”

Gerome dusted off his hands. “It's OK. It'll embed in the rock below. This is good rock for us Litha. That egg’ll spread itself out through the rock, an’ in a year or two, we'll see the first new ones climb out.” He looked happier than they'd ever seen him. “Thank ya, Peppino. For gettin’ us out, and givin’ us hope.”

John roared with laughter and slapped Peppino on the back. “Yeah! We got a new beginnin’ because of you! Things are looking up!”

Peppino looked over at Gus and Brick, who gave a thumbs-up. “Yeah, they really are, aren't they?”

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bentosandbox · 1 year

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LaTers lyrics TL

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keysmashed this out quickly yesterday because i think we're not going to get an official one

disclaimer: done with the power of JLPT N3 and a honorary texlapp doctorate also i tried to reword some the english lyrics to make them make sense

texas / lappy / both

この身を盾にして影は背中に迫っていた My self as his trump card, his shadow approaches my back

自由を縛ったのは自分か世界のせいか Who was it that bound my freedom, was it me or the world

境界を踏み越えて満ちる騒がしさを知った I step over the boundary, and am full of the turbulence I knew

狂乱を巻き込んだ力戦いで示すだけEasy My power engulfed by frenzy, demonstrating it in battle is easy

昨日に追い付かれるのか Will yesterday catch up with me

明日を追い駆けるのか Will I chase after tomorrow

Which one do you like? Which path will you take?

さよなら告げるために此処にいる ‘Goodbye’, I came here to say this

最初から揺らがない覚悟を持って From the very start, with my unwavering resolve

打ち砕け Sink or swim Break into pieces, sink or swim

逃さないよ Stop bugging me Can't get away, stop irking me

Fight to the last 速度を上げるStory Fight to the last, speed up the story

追憶を振り切って Break from your memories

何の因果が結んだ聞こえない振りは止めてよね Just what kind of fate has tied us together? Stop pretending you can’t hear me, okay?

重く感じた刃に縋り付くのは記憶 My blades feel so heavy, with the weight of my memories clinging on

愛憎の重なった玩具（おもちゃ）ぶつけ合えばいいよ Playthings of both love and hate, it’s fine to smash them together

退路は塞がったままで信じた道を歩んでくJourney My path of retreat still closed off, I set off on the journey I believe in

受け入れて楽しもうか Why not accept it and have fun?

掻き消して進もうか Why not drown it all out and move on?

Which one do you like? Which path will you take?

さよなら高くついた代償は ‘Goodbye’, an expensive farewell

これから斬り伏せて払えばいい From now on, I cut down whomever I please

Live in this world And live in this world

過去から地続きの夢を見た I dreamed of a connection from the past

未来へと臨むため現在（いま）を行こう Let’s head towards the present (now) to face the future

いつかは… Someday…

ありがとう次を描きたいから ‘Grazie’, I’ll express this next (time)

応えよう剣先に触れる音で Come on, respond, with the sounds of our sword points touching(🤨

さよなら告げるために此処にいる 'Goodbye', I came here to say this

最初から揺らがない覚悟を持って From the very start, with my unwavering resolve

忘れないで Be the light Don’t forget now, be the light

夜明けまで Slash the darkness Until day breaks, slash the darkness

Fight to the last A fight to the last

速度を上げて行け Come on, let’s speed things up

もう止められない程 (Til) it can’t be stopped no more

追憶を振り切って Break from your memories

I'm guessing it's supposed to be the 'later' in ‘see you laters’ if La = Lappland and te = texas what is rs relationship???

lines that made me ????

Which one do you like?

my gut() is telling me it's more along the lines of 'which path do you like better' so i went with 'Which path will you take?'

逃さないよ Stop bugging me

was wavering between the first part referring to tex (as in lapp telling her she can't run away forever) but the 'stop bugging me' convinced me its referring to herself being unable to escape the quagmire

ありがとう次を描きたいから

nobody corrected me on twitter so i take it my reading isn't horribly off lmfao..texas saying thank you to LAPP?? dio mio

#arknights #i should tag all these tl posts under something #bentotexto #convinced that we got no lappy content for almost 3 years because HG/yostar were saving money to afford mingosu because wtf #this song is like tailormade for an animatic but i dont want to retread stuff i already drew before dot dot dot

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engreed381 · 10 months

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Mi himno a Djehuty (español no es mi lengua materna, por eso SORRY)

Creo en ti, padre mio!

Tú, quien reemplaza el Sol,

La luna con dos alas platas.

Abre todas las puertas, tú, quien sabe todos los secretos,

Quien oye todas las oraciones.

Te veo en cada libro, en cada cara, en cada voz.

En el día eres el babuino quien adora el sol.

En la noche eres el sagrado ibis, quien protege mi vida.

Te llamo, tú, con gran nariz, escúchame!

Mis pensamientos son para ti.

Mírame, estoy en frente de la puerta de tu templo.

No me alejes, ya que soy tu hija.

No me alejes, padre, ya que eres mi voluntad, ya que eres mi fuerza, ya que eres mi debilidad.

Por favor, mata el serpiente horrible en mi, dios mio,

Porque quiero ver Maat. Porque quiero vivir en Maat.

Muéstrame Maat.

DwA Djehuty

#kemetic #kemetism #djehuty #himno #thoth

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gamerbearmira · 1 year

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Hey, I had this crazy idea for post-canon Mama Isa and I wanted to share it, obviously I don't know how the rest of the Mama Isa story is gonna go so some parts are kinda vague

Isabela paced Casita's courtyard anxiously, waiting with Dolores for the (hopefully) good news. It had been many years now since Isabela had left the Encanto with her little family to start a new, better life, her and Dolores were now in their thirties, with Dolores already having two children of her own, in fact, her eldest's fifth birthday was coming soon, dios mio how time flies. But Isabela couldn't focus on that, all she could think about was Mirabel, her youngest daughter who was now in her mid-twenties, happily married to a man who treated her like a queen.... And was now in the process of giving birth.

Memories of the past few years flashed through Isabela's mind, she had become increasingly nervous once her kids began to reach the age where they started looking for romance, she trusted them to make smart decisions and promised herself she wouldn't keep them from marrying whoever they chose, but the motherly instinct of "if you break my baby's heart I will break your bones" never went away, and memories of their old family had not helped her concerns, Mirabel's husband, however, was nothing but a big sweetheart, he never missed an opportunity to show Mirabel how much he loved her, always complimented her on her sewing and other art projects, and supported her through all her endeavors, so Isabela happily welcomed him into the family. Now he and Mirabel were having their first child, Isabela was going to become an Abuela... And it terrified her.

"It's gonna be okay" Dolores reassured, "you're not gonna be like her" Dolores knew exactly what Isabela was thinking of, she was thinking of Alma, their old Abuela (though she had long since lost that title), Alma had been a horrible Abuela, from what Isabela can tell she had been an awful mother too, she cared more about the people of their village and what they thought than the needs and wants of her children and grandchildren, Isabela had done everything she could to be the exact opposite of Alma, but knowing she was about to gain the same familial title gave her an irrational fear. Isabela knew it was irrational, she wasn't going to suddenly turn into an awful person just because there was a new baby, but the idea of doing something wrong, of letting down or, God forbid, hurting her new grandbaby the same way she had been hurt, it scared her to no end.

"What if I say something wrong? What if I don't give them enough attention? What if I give them too much attention and I become a helicopter parent? Dios mio, what if they develop a POLLEN allergy and they think I'm making them sick on purpose!?" In her panic, Isabela had grabbed Dolores by the shoulders and started shaking her, "it's gonna be okay Isa", Dolores assured, "you're gonna be a great Abuela, just like you were a great mama, just breathe okay" Dolores guided Isabela through a couple of deep breaths, before letting out a squeak of surprise as she heard the tell-tale sign of a baby crying, "the baby's here" Dolores said, as soon as those words reached Isabela's ears, she made a mad dash for Mirabel's room, with Dolores following her.

Mirabel breathed a sigh of relief as her baby's cries rang through the room, the sound that announced the labor was over and her baby had been successfully delivered, "congratulations" the midwife said, cleaning off the newborn and swaddling them in a soft blanket, "your baby is perfectly healthy" "gracias" Mirabel's husband said, as he was handed his newborn baby, bending down so Mirabel could wrap her arms around the baby as well "mi amor, look" the baby had a mix of Mirabel and her husband's skin tone, but a small tuft of hair revealed they had inherited Mirabel's curly locks, the baby had yet to open their eyes. A rapid tap sounded on the door, no doubt Dolores had already begun spreading the news of the baby's arrival, "you can let them in" Mirabel said, and the midwife opened the door to allow Isabela and Dolores inside.

"How are you feeling?" Isabela asked, fidgeting with her fingers nervously, "I'm fine mama" Mirabel assured, "I'm just tired" Mirabel lifted her baby up from her chest towards Isabela, "do you wanna hold them?" Isabela froze for a moment, before a comforting squeeze on her shoulder from Dolores gave her the courage to accept the offer. Isabela carefully took the baby from Mirabel, holding them gently in her arms, the baby yawned as they snuggled up in Isabela's arms, getting comfortable in her embrace. Isabela smiled, the baby was so relaxed, they felt no fear or anxiety being held by her, the baby clearly felt safe in her arms, the baby trusted her to look out for them, and that immediate trust took away the remaining anxiety Isabela had, "hola bebe" Isabela said softly, "I'm your Abuela Isa".

Outside Mirabel's room, Isabela's door shimmered, and the name above her door changed to "Abuela Isabela"

I know this is a weird one, but the idea of Mama Isa's reaction to becoming an Abuela and comparing herself to her own Abuela was one that I just couldn't resist

Yo⁉️ THIS IS SO COOL RAHHHHH

Honestly. Love this idea, genuinely. Everything is right, like Isabela looks back and does pretty much to the opposite. She did her best as a mother (and did a great job), but being an abuela is just. Stressful to her. Not because she can’t handle it, but because she’s scared of how she’ll end up. She doesn’t wanna do anything wrong and end up like Alma.

Also her having all these questions. Like so real �� Shoutout to Dolores for helping her calm down though, cause that would’ve been a Greek tragedy waiting to happen 🌚 Also. Door, she’d definitely gonna be so excited, and then she’ll be breaking down in the corner and then she’ll be back to running around announcing she’d an abuela. Slay

I really gots to make them updated older designs, I just. Haven’t. Guess it never crossed my mind⁉️

Also, I know you didn’t ask but I gonna put this here for when I do time skips in the story (because there will def be time skips lmaooooo) uh. In this point in time??? And this is a guesstimate. Because Idek where the story is going either, it’s not planned like the others 💀 we’ll say, idk 9 or 10 years later than their canon ages, so that’s like. 14 or 15 from where the current story is now

Isabela is married to her husband, but has no kids yet (?). Dolores has 2, duh, but has another later on. Luisa has a husband, her wedding would’ve been a bit before this, but she has a kid later in the year, she just doesn’t know yet, (likely). Mirabel has a kid, obviously, and Camilo has a girlfriend and plans to propose later on, and Antonio. Has a crush on a certain girl <33 Bruno just. Tío Bruno, he’s not looking for a girl, not that he’s not interested, he just doesn’t wanna do allat, he’d rather focus on family.

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #mama Isa AU #mama Isabela AU

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cutesharkstudios · 8 months

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Lumity Comfort Ch. 1: Normal Human Date

(This is a post king's tide, pre thanks to them chapter)

In the Noceda household there are 4 universal truths:

The sky is blue

Water is wet

The MCU is overrated

Luz: (Running through the house like it's falling apart) CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP

And Luz needs to learn when to chill

Camilla walked into her house, noticing her daughter in panic mode. She knew what to do in situations like this. She pulled out a small harmonica and played a single note.

Luz immediently stopped, as that note put her at ease even in her most stressed. She turned and saw her mom, looking peaceful and calm, with a warm smile.

Camilla: Mija, calm down, whatever is stressing you will be okay.

Luz: Okay, sorry, I'm just really stressed for my date with Amity tonight. This is my first date and I want it to be perfect.

Camilla: Aye, I've been there. You should have seen me on my first date. I was practically sweating stress.

Luz: I promised her that we would have a normal slice of life date, free from the stress while we fix the portal door. I just want her to be happy after all that's going on.

Camilla: Hey, just don't lose sight of the reason why you are doing this, to spend time with her. Dios mio, you should have seen me on my first date. I practially fell asleep in my food because I lost so much sleep planning.

Luz: Right, I just need to make sure my clothes and gift are ready and I will be set.

Camilla: Don't worry, you're a Noceda, you got this.

Luz: Thanks mom, and thanks for being cool with me liking girls.

Camilla: I know my side of the family is a bit more on the conservitive side, but I havn't heard anything homophibic from them yet. I'll float the idea their way of being cool with queer people, and God willing pave a way for you coming out to them. If that's cool with you.

Luz: I'd like that. (Hugs her mom)

Camilla: Now get ready, you have a date to prepare for. That and I need the laundry room for my uniform, delivered to SO many puppies today.

Meanwhile, in the girls' room of the house, Amity is being dressed up by Willow. She ultimately decided on a cute purple dress with sequens and a pink belt. She also had her hair in a massive bow with the lesbian pride flag.

Amtiy: I'm so nervous. I've never been on a date before.

Willow: Neither have I, but don't worry, knowing you two it will go smooth.

Amity: I just love her so much. She brought me out of my horrible life and gave me a new future. I want to be with her forever. I have so many questions about the future I want to ask her about.

Willow: Well I'm glad you're much happier. And I'm glad to be your friend again.

Amity: Hey Willow?

Willow: Yeah?

Amity: I'm sorry. First for the crap I pulled when we were kids, second for the bullying, and lastly for trying to erase the memories of my actions instead of confronting them.

Willow: Compared to Bosha, I'd say that isn't too bad. You were pressured into doing those things, Bosha had no excuse.

Amity: Well, I still want to make things right. Just ask me when you need me.

(knock knock)

Amity: Come in.

And there stood Luz, wearing a suit top and black pants. Instead of a white shirt under her tux, she had a bi pride shirt, showing that she was no longer afraid to be herself.

Amity blushed, but not her usual bob-the-tomato-would-be-proud blush, but a lighter gentle blush, as the luz of her life look so pretty and happy.

She held her hand with Luz, and the two went to their first ever date.

#luz noceda #the owl house #toh #amity blight #lumity #luz x amity #disney #camilla noceda #willow park #sapphic

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ghostbeliveinme · 29 days

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30 días del reto Thinspo (día 5)

Día 5.- ¿Por qué realmente quieres perder peso? ¿Estás haciendo eso por ti?

Bueno, en el otro post os iba a comentar que me pasó en el camerino del rodaje en el que iba a figurar. Cada uno tenía colgado en perchas su vestuario con sus nombres, yo nada más entrar en el camerino me fijé en mi vestuario por lo bonito que era, ni siquiera leí el nombre, simplemente me gustó sin saber que iba a ser mio. Antes de ese día enviamos a dirección nuestras tallas de ropa pero cuando me fui a probar mi vestuario no me cabía. Parecía ser que con mi ropa se equivocaron... O simplemente yo estaba muy gorda. Me dio vergüenza tener que decirle a la encargada de vestuario que la ropa no me cabía. Entonces me trajeron otra ropa bonita y tampoco me cabía. Fue demasiado horrible ver a las encargadas de vestuario tratando de buscar ropas de mi talla. Al final me encontraron un vestido horrible que me hacía ver mas ancha de lo que era, eso sí que me cabía. Entonces me grabaron así, recuerdo también que otra chica súper delgada se vistió a mi lado con un vestido que le quedaba precioso, me moría de la envidia, "¿porque yo no era así?" me pregunté.... Parece ser que me fui por las ramas pero esto tiene que ver con la Pregunta del reto: ¿por que realmente quieres perder peso? Para evitar más situaciones vergonzosas como esa, para que la ropa me quede bien, para sentirme a gusto en mi propio cuerpo, para ser bonita... En fin son muchísimas razones. ¿Estoy haciendo algo para conseguir perder peso? Como dije en el anterior post estoy estancada, he vuelto ha comer demasiado y a no hacer ejercicio. Me siento como una mierda pero, ¿eso me va a detener? NO. De verdad me imagino en diciembre toda esbelta, lo malo sería dejar todo y simplemente no seguir intentándolo porque me tropecé con una piedra en el camino. No me voy a permitir eso, tu que me estas leyendo tampoco te vas a permitir rendirte, vas a seguir y en cuestión de tiempo perderás peso, solo tienes que plasmar tu idea en la realidad, luchar hasta conseguirlo. Cree en ti.

#3ating d1sorder #princesa ana #tc4 #tw 3d vent #an0rec1a #no quiero ser gorda #quiero ser flaca #anaymia #diario de una gorda #estoy gorda

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years

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I'm having a horrible week, so please I was wondering how the Penguin's would react to a very sick and upset reader? Maybe they've been missing for a few days and he goes to check on them and finds them in bed crying and on the verge of throwing up

A/N: I tried to get this done asap, I felt so bad when I got this rq and had to go to work 😥. I’m so sorry you’re having a terrible week, make sure to take time for yourself, breathe, hydrate, and rest. Whichever comes first or easiest for you. I’ve just had a horrible month in October of up and downs and barely trying to recoup from all of that. It’s okay not to be okay, and I wish you all the best...You are loved and cared about and I hope these scenarios with the Ozzies help give you a little bit of comfort.

Trigger Warning: mentions of depressed thoughts/emotions/actions

Penguins Comforting a Sick and Upset Reader

Arkhamverse Penguin:

Oswald Cobblepot rarely ever knows when something isn’t going on. He always had eyes and ears out for everything. Yet, somehow you managed to allude him. Not just for a few hours, but actual days. He’d been too busy to sought you out, like he wanted to. Now, he’s finally got the time. Oz feels like shit already for not speaking to you sooner, you were probably pissed at him. Shunning him out. He wouldn’t blame you if you did.

When he finally gets to your room, he knocks. All he hears are sniffles in response. He slowly creaked open the door. His heart once hard and cold, which was only warmed by you, absolutely cracked.

“L-Love, w-what’s wrong?”

Your only response was more sniffles and pants. “I-I’m what’s wrong…I-I..everything’s wrong.”

Oswald knew what is was like to have those feelings. Being born looking the way he does, constantly staring at himself in the mirror chastising himself for something completely out of his control.

He gets down on his knees, even if it did hurt, he didn’t care. He set his umbrella on the floor and tried to wrap his arms around you as best as he could with your head buried in pillows and covered in blankets.

Oz slowly rubs his bandaged hands up and down your back. You’re not sure why, but more tears started to slow. “Shh…it’s okay, love. Just let it all out, Ozzie’s gotcha.”

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

You understood his line of work. You knew the stakes of being with him. Yet, why were you feeling so sick and tired. Not of Oswald, but yourself. To think you could ever be with the likes of him, good enough for him. He had women around him all hours of the night, why did you even bother? Why bother? You were so tired…

Oz knew something was up, he was nothing if not observant. He had plans to finally take you out after a few days of not being able to come home. He literally slept on the couch in his office just to stay on top of everything. Be that as it may be, you haven’t called him, texted him, nothing. Something was nagging at him to go home, he needed to be home. He needed to be with you.

There’s a couple knocks on your door. You were in the fetal position in your bedroom’s private bathroom. Your not sure how, but your self-loathing was so strong it made you absolutely nauseous. You felt like you were going to vomit at any second. When you didn’t respond, Ozzie came in and saw you through the open door of the bathroom.

“Mio dio, Y/N! W-what’s wrong sweetheart?” Despite the limp in his leg he dove down to his knees on the hardwood floor. He scooted closer to you, holding your very cold hands over the top of your knees.

“O-Ozzie?” You lifted your head from being tucked behind your knees. “W-When did you get home?”

“J-Just now, honey, what’s wrong? Why didn’t you reach out to me?”

“I-I..didn’t want to bother…not sure w-what’s wrong.” You groaned. “C-Can you stay?”

Oz got closer to you, huddling over you and wrapping his stocky arms around you. He kissed your cheek. His hand combing through your hair as he pets the back of your head. “Of course, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

Gotham Penguin:

“Butch, have you seen, Y/N?” Oz asked after yet another meeting and another day without a word from you.

“Can’t say I have boss…” Butch shrugged.

Something was up and whenever something was afoot Oswald made damn sure to get to the bottom of it. He may have seen glimpses of you throughout the mansion. Seeing you scurrying to the bathroom or kitchen to grab something. His mind was always so far gone he never thought to stop you when he had the chance.

Now he longs to see you at all. He wishes he could catch you wondering the halls or getting something from the pantry.

He lets out a determined huff before dismissing himself from the table, where dinner was just placed. “I will go find them.”

“You need me to come, boss?”

“No need, Butch. But thank you. I shouldn’t be long…”

The moment he gets to the door of your bedroom, he suddenly feels a straight knot in his chest. Looking under the door he noticed there was no streak of light coming through. You couldn’t be in bed already.

He knocked. “Y/N…I-It’s me, Oswald…”

Nothing. Oswald’s heart sank. He turned the door knob, grateful that you hadn’t thought to lock it. When he opened the door and peered into the room, he felt his sunken heart crack.

You were laying under the covers in a heap of tissues and tear-stained pillows. You were murmuring something in your sleep.

“N-n-no good…j-just a bother..burden..burden.” You were scratching your head, almost ripping yoru hair from your scalp.

Oz rushed over, almost tripping over his limped leg. He fell to the edge of your bed where you were facing.

“Y/N-Y/N, darling it’s me. It’s Oswald, p-please wake up!”

You jolted awake, your eyelids still glued from your dried tears and sleepies gathered in your ducts. “O-Oswald?”

“It’s me…it’s me dearest.” Oswald wrapped his arms around your neck, leaning your head into his chest. He began caressing the back of your head, gently rocking you from side to side. “I-It’s okay, you don’t have to explain anything now, I-I’m here…it’s going to be okay…”

Batman the Animated Series Penguin:

It wasn’t like you to miss out on a date. You two always looked forward to them. Whether it was to the opera, to the zoo, or to view an art exhibit. It was always the height of both your weeks. Then again, he hadn’t been the most forthcoming as he got busy with his schemes and fellow rogues, and he was hoping this date would make up for it.

“Well, if they can’t come to me. I’ll surely go to them.”

Nothing prepared the Gentleman of Crime for what he was about to discover at your apartment. Oswald knocked a few times and you didn’t respond. He wasn’t panicking before, but he certainly was now. Thankfully you have given him a spare key.

He knocks a couple more times, before he opens the door. “U-Uh, darling, i-it’s me Ozzie…I was…”

It was pitch black in your living room. The only light source was the moonlight seeping through the window. Perfectly highlighting your tired state on the couch. Your coffee table covered with various heartburn and nausea medicine and water bottles.

“My dear, Y-Y/N…” Oswald quickly made his way over to you. He took a seat on the couch by your feet.

“O-Ozzie?”

He placed his hand on the back of your shin. Slowly massaging your leg over the covers.

“I-It’s me, my dear…w-what’s troubling you?”

You shook your head. The weight of your anxious thoughts swirling in your head pushing out tears you thought you’ve run out of.

“I-I don’t know, Ozzie…I-I don’t know and I hate it!” You wheezed out, as another rack of sobs started coming.

Oswald tried his best to wrap his arms around you, without putting all his weight on you. He just wanted you to know he was there. “Shh…shh…its fine, my love. Let it out, there doesn’t always need to be a reason. I’m here whenever you’re ready, darling.” He reached for one of your hands, and kissed the back of it reassuringly.

The New Batman Adventures Penguin:

Oswald didn’t like not knowing things. You had been MIA for a few days now. He had tried calling you, texting you, everything but actually show up. He didn’t want to intrude, confiding in himself you would let him in when you were ready.

Although, now it was getting to the point of concerning. Not having you made him extremely irritable to things he usually took pleasure in. Like the thriving nightlife of dancing figures and great music.

Oswald decided to seek you out, you can be mad at him if you wished, but he couldn’t stand idly by any longer. He hightailed it out of the Iceberg Lounge, ignoring everyone who tried to stop and talk to him on his way out.

“Y/N, darling?” He rapped his fingers against the wood of your door. The drive to your place seemed like it took ages.

Oswald started to get really nervous now, he managed to gulp down the anxious frog in his throat. He opened the surprisingly unlocked door to your apartment. The living room looked desolate. Everything was exactly how he recalled it when he last saw you.

“Y/N?”

“O-Oswald?” You croaked from the bathroom. You could hear his steps as he quickly made his way to your hallway bathroom. The bright led light shining down on you and your shameful heap. You clung to the toilet bowl for dear life.

“Dear God, Y/N!” He dropped his umbrella outside the bathroom and immediately ran to your side.

“N-No, I-I’m gross right now…”

Oz shook his head defiantly. “I don’t mind, let me help you, darling. Please?” He cupped his arms under your armpits and around your torso. He began lifting you up from the ground, you slowly gaining feeling back in your feet and legs.

Oswald placed his hands on your shoulders and began rubbing your arms in a soothing motion. “Would you like to discuss what’s troubling you?”

You slowly shook your head, ashamed, but also confused in your own right. You’ve just felt so trapped in this concoction of despair and angst, you couldn’t recollect how it all came jumbled up to leave you a dry heaving mess in your bathroom.

Oswald offered you a soft reassuring smile. “That’s quite all right dear. I apologize deeply, I didn’t come get you sooner, but I am here now and I won’t leave until you’re better.”

Telltale Penguin:

You were his life line. He got even more irritable than TNBA Penguin. Anyone and everyone around him irked him. They’re laugh, smiles, carelessness…it made him miss yours. He knew he was a lot and he didn’t want to cross any boundaries when you decided to go quiet.

Oz knew what it was like needing time to ponder things in your head alone. Albeit he also knew just how cruel the brain could be to it’s own host.

Oswald sent you a text and a call. An hour almost goes by and you don’t respond.

“Screw it. They’ll just have to be mad at me.” He concluded as he began walking from his parents’ park to your apartment. He looked up to the third floor window he knew was yours. The lights weren’t on.

He strolled into the complex and began making his way upstairs to your apartment.

“Y/N?” He questioned after he got to your door. No response, Oz reached for his spare key in his pocket to unlock your door.

He called out to you again once he came in. He headed to your bedroom when he didn’t see any sign of life in the living room. Oswald knocked on your bedroom door this time, and all he heard in response was wheezing and gasps.

“Y/N?” He opened the door and he was shocked at the sight before him. The only damn light he ever had in his life after his parents’ death…was dulled down. He shucked his shoes and jacket onto the floor as he made his way to you on the bed.

“O-Oz?” You barely whisper out. Your throat sore from weeping and screeching your misery.

“It’s me love, Ozzie’s here.” He got up on the bed and wrapped his arms around your blanket coated body.

“I-I-I’m sorry for being distant…I don’t know…I don’t know…” You hiccuped. Tears began forming, trickling down onto his white t-shirt. Oswald began rocking you back and forth, running his fingers up and down your spine.

“It’s okay, love. You don’t have to know. You can cry all you want, I’ll be here to help you dry them off, no matter what.”

One Bad Day Penguin:

“Lili, have you heard from Y/N tonight?” Oz asked.

“Can’t say I have, Oswald. I haven’t heard from in a couple nights now…”

The Iceberg Lounge has gotten awfully quiet without you around. Sure there was the chattering, dancing, and the music…but those paled in comparison to your radiance. No one could ignore you if they tried.

Yet, here you were trying to be avoided.

“I’m gonna check their place. Keep an eye on things while I’m out?”

“You got it, Oz. Let me know how they’re doing, tell ‘em we miss ‘em.” Lili replied.

After a curt nod, Oswald drove to your home. Lili and Oswald both tried contacting you back to back, but still no answer.

Oswald could feel his hands start getting clammy from his deathgrip on the wheel. This just was not like you. He was racking his brain for any sort of explanation. However no matter what possibilities or scenarios he came up were close to what he discovered.

When he got there, he warned you of his presence with a holler and a few knocks. The fact you still remained quiet caused fear to slowly rise, causing his heart to do gymnastics in his chest. He could hear the sound of vomitting echoing down the hall.

“Y/N!” Oz ran to your room. He was greeting by you heaving and coughing into a trash can.

“Shit! Y/N…” Oswald sat on the edge of the bed, on the same side you were hanging off from.

“O-Oswald…” You choked out.

“It’s me, baby…are you okay?”

You shook your head. “N-No…I’m not, I don’t know what it is…just…tired. My brain hates me…and it’s making me sick…”

Oswald nodded in understanding. If anyone knew anything about self loathing it was him. Hell, somedays he still like himself even now as an adult. Oz leaned in and kissed your temple.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m here now, and I’ll help you in anyway I can, okay?” Oz reassured as he brought his hand to the side of your face. He used his index finger to tuck some wayward hair out of his view of you.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Oswald offered.

You wanted to shake your head at first, but decided against it.

“C-Could you get me a warm damp towel and some water?” You muttered.

Oswald smiled. “Sure thing, baby. I’ll be right back.” He gave you a peck on the cheek before getting off the bed.

“W-When you get back, could you…stay…with me?”

Oz looked over his shoulder as he opened your bedroom door. “Of course, it’d be a pleasure.”

You could almost start crying again as you felt the faintest of smiles grow from your lips.

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