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usarii · 1 year

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rules: tag (9) people you want to know better and or catch up with, then answer these questions below!

tagged by @lothricz ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

four ships:

ANDREIL

solkat

mamousa

inuokko

last song: I’m gonna win - Tallyhall

currently reading: Sandman by Neil Gaiman

last movie: Three colors: Red. Girlies i did nawt enjoy this movie... godspeed... it was pretty tho.

craving: some eggplant parm rn with tons of cheese and really good crispy breading

tagging: @artimateria @mushroom--soup @byrons @seedling-lotus @cereza-bat @yoshitakas @captain-cupcake @chvberrie @luigj

#aheem aheem #sorry it took so long for me to answer i havent been on my puter for a while #also it took me a solid 10 minutes to think of 4 ships #i only had andreil on my mind the true OTP #had to put homestuck ship to complete them. AND ITS NOT BAD I LOVE THEM. they are besties worsties ok. they are best frienemies

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louloulemons-posts · 2 months

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Instagram II (S.H.Ver)

Modern!SteveHarrington X Fem!Reader

warnings : none, it’s fluff

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Liked by : Buckley, S.Harrington, EdsMunson, ThatHendersonKid and others …

Y/Nsgram : the hair is hairing

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Buckley : they don’t call him steve ‘the hair’ harrington for no reason 💀

- Y/Nsgram : I love it so much, it’s so fluffy

S.Harrington : babe what-

- Y/Nsgram : i looooveeee it

— S.Harrington : i love you

—- ThatHendersonKid : how are you flirting in the comments like this 😭

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Y/Nsgram : “Babe don’t check the ring camera.”

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S.Harrington : i mean … i warned you

MadMaxx : What the hell is he doing 💀

- Y/Nsgram : you guess is as good as mine

— S.Harrington : i was cleaning!

—- Y/Nsgram : THE CEILING????

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S.Harrington : My Favourite

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Y/Nsgram : I love you

- S.Harrington : i love you

ThatHendersonKid : you simp

- S.Harrington : and what?!

— ThatHendersonKid : nothing (🤮)

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Buckley : besties

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EdsMunson : why do i look so mad?

- S.Harrington : you were talking to Dustin 💀

— EdsMunson : LMAOOOOOO

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ThatHendersonKid : the one thing he loves more than @Y/Nsgram

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Buckley : the fact he has more than one is killing me 💀

Y/Nsgram : his love for those bats is unmatched honestly 🤚

S.Harrington : my OG children before i adopted you all

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Y/Nsgram : and when i’m back in chicago i feel it

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S.Harrington : another version of me i was in it

- Y/Nsgram : 🫶🏻

MadMaxx : when have you ever been to chicago???

EdsMunson : 👀👀👀

SinclairCas : what is happening rn

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MadMaxx : and the winner of biggest simp for his girlfriend is … @S.Harrington

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Y/Nsgram : i can’t believe he actually wore it 💀

S.Harrington : it’s true though, she’s the hottest

- Y/Nsgram : Steven-

— S.Harrington : 😚

ThatHendersonKid : he wore it so proudly too i can’t

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Y/Nsgram : i can’t i just 😚🥵✨🫡

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S.Harrington : babe-

Buckley : girl i can’t

- CeceWheeler : she’s so funny 💀

— MadMaxx : honestly who’s more whipped

Y/Nsgram : BABE YOURE SO HOT I CANT

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Y/Nsgram : moments like these 🤍

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S.Harrington : my favourite moments are those ones with you

Buckley : okay i’ll admit it … this is cute

- CeceWheeler : OTP honestly

— Buckley : facts

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shima-draws · 8 months

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Actually curious as to what people’s general opinion of Ozbert is in this year of 2023. Does shipping them equate to getting hashtag cancelled? Are they still The OTP of the series?? Or are they strictly Platonic Besties For Life. I do not know

It’s weird tho bc obviously if you’ve read the manga you KNOW their situation is very Complicated™️. When they were both the same age it was fine but then Oz got yeeted into the Abyss and time jumped 10 years forward while he was in there for like 3 days and suddenly Gil’s like. 9 years older than him. But then Uncle Oscar still classifies Oz as being 25 even tho he’s physically 15. And then we find out that Oz’s body isn’t even HIS it belongs to Jack so that’s messed up. AND we find out Gil’s actually not just 24 he’s OVER 100 years old bc Baskerville shit. And THEN we find out Oz is actually the true B Rabbit so that makes it so he’s probably even older than Gil is. When we get to the end of the series they’re both canonically confirmed to be hundred(s) of years old so I’m sitting here like. Well,

ALSO looking at these manga panels and official artworks and stuff from the anime I’m like

Well, there’s definitely SOMETHING going on there, that’s for sure,

#And don’t even get me STARTED on the omakes. Holy shit #Shima speaks #Anyway either way they are a wonderful duo.#Gil’s always been SO ride or die for Oz and I respect that #I just see them together and I’m like 🥰 There they are. My boys #Pandora Hearts spoilers #Pandora Hearts #Ozbert #Oz Vessalius #Gilbert Nightray #They’re not straight. I know THAT for a fact. LOL #And see there’s the appealing thing. The absolute ANGST involved #Gil who grew up harboring feelings for Oz but knowing it was wrong and that he could never ever act upon them #And by the time he’s an adult he still has some sort of feelings for Oz. It’s very complex #And then out pops Oz from the Abyss!! And he doesn’t look ANY different from the last time Gil saw him #Meanwhile Oz who was still figuring things out but who was almost sure he liked Gil That Way #And then it hits HARD when he’s in the Abyss not even knowing if Gil is alive #And when he finds out Gil’s all grown up.#I mean YEAH I’d develop a massive crush too are you KIDDING #It’d be frustrating tho bc Oz is still technically a teenager.#But then he figures out oh hey I’m actually? A being that’s existed for a LONG long time. And one that isn’t even human #So I can totally see him whole heartedly chasing after Gil once he realizes that #Anyway. Rant over sorry LOL #Either way. Again. They’re so so close in canon there is SOMETHING going on between them #(Not to mention the fact the anime really loved that and tried hinting at it super obviously)

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neonscandal · 24 days

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Can I share something? So, I got into JJK fandom because of my bestie (forever I'll be thankful to her). And of course, I got to know my otp, Gojo/Geto. They are just the best. Love them more because of the amazing fanarts and fanfics of this ship. Also, I found a lot SatoSugu blogs and learn from them (including your amazing blog).....

Now, my bestie ship Gojo/Yuji. Why? Because, before into JJK fandom, she is BL fan first. And guess her favorite trope? "Teacher-student relationship" and "Age-gap" (yeah, I know, those tropes are not for everyone, even I don't get her taste). And she wrote GoYuu fics and ask me to read them.

So, I read them and give her my opinion. There is a scene where Yuji (20 years old) got insecure because Gojo (35 years old) always talk about his ex-bf Geto (35 years old). And said, "Even if we broke up, he is still my one and only...best friend. I trust him the most even for my life, etc)". When Yuji finally met Geto, Geto said, "Not to worry, Itadori, and please take care of Satoru, we have broken up so no need to be jealous." And to Gojo, "Please be more understanding, Satoru, because your boyfriend, your ex student is still young and you need to grow up."

I asked my friend, why she still wrote Gojo and Geto's bond so strong. (Like, when Gojo and Yuji fought, Gojo instanly ran to Geto). You know what my friend said, "I would call go/ge as close to canon as a queer ship can get in shounen. Their relationship is special. I'm not blind, I just ship Gojo and Yuji more. And it's a fact, if I wrote Gojo then I need to wrote Geto, too...."

Sorry for my long ask. What do you think? Funny right, Gojo/Yuji fic but Gojo and Geto still there....

No need to apologize!

I maintain that Gege Akutami wrote Gojo and Geto so intentionally, so intrinsically, that any writers would still have to solution how to deal with their relation to one another. I don't know that this is the only ship this is true for, per se.

But I think part of what makes them hard to separate is the fact that, if you're relying on any form of canon as the framework for your story, you have to contend the fact that Gojo demonstratively lacks intimacy with anyone else like he has established with Geto. He's not as touchy, not as trusting, not as inspired (he only freaks out when something happens to Geto) with anyone else, demonstratively. He's so relatively shut off from others that it presents a hurdle to write around.

Now, if it's a Geto focused ship, I think it's a lot easier to circumvent because he seemingly has motivations that are more broad. I still believe his mission to be rooted in affection, but he is a creature of subtlety. Like. I say Geto is kind and gentle and generous but he, even before defecting, was capable of cruelty, condescension, rebellion. He's just overshadowed by Gojo's flippancy and bravado.

#neon asks #anon asks #we are the strongest #satosugu #stsg #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #anime #manga

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insignificant457 · 9 months

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yes virginia and darrow are the married otp yes cassius is the highschool sweetheart what’s not clicking for these ppl

So true bestie this is literally them

#red rising #light bringer #darrow of lykos #cassius au bellona #virginia au augustus #love that Cassius and mustang fully had sex and yet we all agree darrow is the center of the triangle #as it should be

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naancypants · 9 months

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I think I've pinpointed the main reason I'm so viscerally unhappy with the direction the writers chose to go in with Nace -- obviously this is just my opinion, so any use of objective terms like "supposed to be", etc is not meant to be taken literally. It's just me airing out my takes on the storytelling.

For me, one of the most appealing things about Nace is how they juxtapose all of Nancy's other romantic endeavors. From the beginning, it's been different with Ace. He isn't a fast-moving hookup or a form of escapism. He gradually grows into the role of a best friend, a partner, someone she is emotionally open with, and the person who can keep her steady when shit hits the fan. Ace's presence encourages Nancy to embrace love (especially self-love) rather than facilitating her urge to push it away.

I associate Nick and Owen, Nancy's season 1 ships -- which ideally would establish a starting point for her -- with Nancy resigning to choices or circumstances that are out of her control, and having to move on from something she really wanted to make work. Both of these relationships were ripped from her grasp, thus leading to pain and reinforcing her belief that she isn't deserving of That Kind of love.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Season 4 has essentially applied these negative season 1 traits to Nancy/Ace, her supposed endgame, with the curse and how it has torn them apart. I've always believed her endgame should break down these patterns entirely, not slap a new coat of paint on them. The idea is for Nancy to learn that true love doesn't HAVE to be painful, that love shouldn't break your spirit. Not when it's the right person. There's no real reason to be rehashing angst and hopelessness and rebounds this late in the game -- not with Ace, who is narratively recognized as The One. This should be the relationship for Nancy that symbolizes joy and the warmth of falling for a friend. It should feel cozy and stable. Why would we want to validate Nancy's belief that great love must come with great suffering? I've always loved Nace for the themes of growth that it reflects in Nancy's character -- that she is learning what real love feels like, that she is embracing her most authentic self, that she has moved away from the closed-off girl we met at the start who used relationships as a distraction from her pain.

Ace is supposed to represent comfort, security, and a safe haven from the strife that surrounds Nancy's life... yet now he is the central cause of her strife. I don't want her to be miserable because of whatever is going on with Ace. I want Ace to be her solace from whatever else is making her miserable! That's how this relationship was built to function!!! That was the entire point!!!!!

I can't help but feel like this star-crossed drama sours their connection a little, when I ship them specifically for the way Ace has always been an anomaly for her; someone with whom she could let her guard down and communicate freely due to the harmonious undercurrent between them. Now they can't make it through (1) conversation without 'breaking up' or stabbing each other in the heart. It's exhausting. It's counterintuitive to everything I love about them. I don't expect a relationship without its bumps in the road, but their arc is so dramatic and heightened now, it's like the writers have disregarded why these two worked so well together in the first place.

All I ever wanted was a sweet little slowburn coworkers-to-besties-to-lovers arc where they both surprise themselves by falling for each other 💐 of course I'm still rooting for them to end up together, but it hurts to know that what was once my #1 currently-airing OTP is barely even a shell of what I hoped it would be.

#nace #cw nancy drew #cwnd #cwnd spoilers #negativity tag #analysis post #feel free to ignore meeee i just needed to put it into words

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simon-x-billy · 5 months

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Simon x Billy

Year of the OTP: November

Chapter 11: What is my hand doing?

[Gif not mine]

Prompt: Secret relationship reveal

Masterlist || ao3 || start || prev || next wip!

RECAP: When last we left our lovers, Simon was still stuck in Brooklyn for career purposes, but at least he got to tell his besties that he is A. on a panel at Comic Con for reasons; B. moving to Italy; and C. talking to someone there. That would be Billy, but the besties think it’s Billie — so that’s fun. Billy, on the other hand, has not been told about Simon’s decision to move. But at least he finally has been told when Simon is coming back to see him — in two days. Today is not that day. Tomorrow is. Until then, the pair are inventively and intuitively making use of technology to come together again. But before we can get to that, the plot thickens/deepens/moves forward. TW: Phone sex written by someone who has never had it. If this is a hideously awful embarrassment to phone sex-havers everywhere, please leave a comment, DM, whatever. Why should they have bad phone sex when they can have better phone sex? Seriously, I ask you.

Chapter 11: What is my hand doing?

———/Simon/———

Ugh, Brooklyn. (Blasphemer! I’m calling myself out and I am a-shamed.) But it's true. Brooklyn is ugh to me right now. At least the wait is almost over. Kelly finally arranged to have me sent back to Italy tomorrow night. Like a- Well, like whatever kinds of objects get sent back to Italy.

Wait.

I rewind that thought back to where I said ‘tomorrow night,’ and this time think it with a bullhorn. TOMORROW NIGHT! Hallefrickinlujah.

The fear is that she’s probably made all the arrangements necessary to have me air dropped from a moving helicopter to get back at me for announcing I’m abandoning Brooklyn. She is truly angry at me. It became particularly apparent when I asked for help with the real estate stuff. That might have been exactly the wrong thing to ask for her help with. This will require a fitting gesture of my undying admiration, and my amazement at her next level ability to put up with me. She levels up every time I breathe in her general direction.

I’m calling Billy without even realizing it.

“Hey, man,” Billy answers. “Howeyeh?” I can hear him smiling.

“Do you have plans tonight?” I ask. “Beyond sleeping, I mean.”

“Just sleepin,” Billy replies with curiosity. I can hear him yawn at the other end and it feels endearing in my stomach. Which is weird, but pleasant. “What did you have in mind?” I can hear his smile change to a sly smirk all the way from Italy.

“I want to fall asleep listening to you fall asleep,” I admit, and immediately die of cringe. Hello, creeper. It’s too late, and I can’t take it back.

“Now, see, yeh can’t just go round sayin beautiful stuff of that sort. It’s unfair, that’s what it is. Say it again.”

“I want us to fall asleep together,” I repeat. “Even if we can’t exactly be together when we do it.”

Billy makes a noncommittal sound. “Time difference is a heartless bitch, Simon. How early can yeh manage fallin asleep?”

“Well,” I pause in frustration cuz I hadn’t thought about that at all in my internal fantasy of hearing him sleep. (Creepy? Romantic? Romantically creepy? Don’t know, don’t care.)

I offer an alternative. “Wake up just for me, then go back to sleep?”

Billy snorts right about the time I realize that that’s actually kind of a tall ask. And again, possibly creepy. Or romantically creepy. “Am I creepy? Or romantically creepy?”

“It’s more romantically presumptuous, really. But I’m setting my alarm, nonetheless. Now let me alone so I can finish prepping the zeppole. Hot pillows of sweetness sent by the Lord himself.”

“Like my own hot pillows of sweetness?” I giggle. I’m giggling.

“Er,” Billy begins. After a moment’s consideration, he clears his throat. “You bake?”

———/Billy/———

“Will yeh be wantin a tour guide and a driver for Pompeii, then?” I ask the pair before me, tryin not to yawn into the late afternoon sun as I count out the change for their beach chair rental. No less than 70, if they’re a day.

“Why? You think we can’t find our way ourselves without them? We’re more than capable, young man,” says the missus. I can see she’s just windin up for a tongue lashing. Grumpy in the mornings, could be.

Grumpy.

I head her off at the pass, picking up the beach bar’s ancient phone with a finger poised to dial. “Not in the least, not in the least. But I guarantee you’ll get more out of it with a guide to show you all the secret corners, peek inside the archaeologists’ tents, tell yeh the local lore and the wisdom of the ages.”

She relaxes. Guaranteed it was the ‘wisdom of the ages’ bit what did it.

“Ah, go on. Let me call the front desk. They’ll arrange for everything.”

“I can arrange for everything my-” she begins, pugnacious as ever.

“Martha,” the man says softly with his hand on his wife’s back. “Let the boy do his job.”

Bright eyes, big smile, Delaney. Simon would be proud of my Guest Services face, and then demand I’m lying about never attending theatre school. I hmmm inaudibly to myself.

Shocked am I, the whole thing is managed entire without another objection, and the mulish Martha and her man are sat there happily installed on their beach loungers.

Oh, Lord. Here comes trouble. “It’s to be that sort of day, is it?” I grumble.

At the very least, I have fair warnin as I can hear the trouble comin. The soft tinkle of bells at her toes announces her arrival. “Well if it isn’t the lovely and mysterious Sabina. Docked the barge, have yeh.” Land ho.

“It’s Billy, isn’t it.” Not a question. Lovely.

“More a ‘he’ than an ‘it.’” Get your pronouns right, miss.

She doesn’t deign to acknowledge my comment. I’m to be ‘it,’ then. Is she offensive on purpose, or does it just come naturally? Perhaps she’s simply gifted that way.

“To what do I owe the honor, my dear?”

“Instructions,” she says with a coolness that verges on frostbite. “For a party next Saturday night. You will come out to the boat as my guest,” she informs me, and tips her head to the side as she gauges my reaction.

Is she- I mean, she wouldn’t be- askin me out? Never.

“Bring Simon as your +1.”

“He’s the +1?”

“You be the +1 if you like that position better.” Her monstrously oversized sun hat casts shadows across her tip to toe, straw letting through tiny, bright dots of light that shift as she shifts. Just as the day I made her cheerful acquaintance.

Has it really only been two weeks? Really? That can’t be right.

“Greta will text Kelly the details, technicalities, all that,” she informs me. Kelly is Simon’s PA, so I’m assumin Greta’s her own.

“Kelly? You know Kelly.”

“Of course. She’s Kelly. People know this about her.” She waves away the question as if it’s both beneath her and boring.

“Sabina, has anyone ever described you as a piece of work? I’m meaning a work of art, acourse.”

She lowers her sunglasses and without cracking the slightest smile, winks at me. Well fuck me sideways.

“How did you know?” I ask, takin my opportunity where I find it. “It’s been botherin me ever since your show. You well knew the party was at a pan club. Why us? Tellin the two of us to come. What did you see in Simon and me that told you somethin would happen?”

Ignoring my question, she floats onto a barstool and flips her curtain of glossy, black hair behind one tanned shoulder.

I put back on my Guest Services face. “Something to drink? Might enjoy an espresso, biscotti,” I offer.

“No. I will not eat,” she informs me.

“Then what can I do for yeh, my dear?”

“Come next weekend. Another birthday party. They happen every year,” she says, lackadaisically. “The house. The boat. You know how it is.”

“Do I?”

“Maybe you don’t.”

She never answered my question, and I’m of a mind to persist. “We’ll consider it, if yeh answer me. Why did you tell us about your show in Naples? What did you see in the pair of us? How could you have known, when even we didn’t?”

“Billy.” She places her hand over mine. I use wiping down the bar as a reason to casually free it again. Watching my reaction over her absurdly large sunglasses, she gloats almost imperceptibly. “Make me a bellini.”

Sabina taps her fingernails on the bar top and takes the opportunity to study me as I pull out the peach purée. I add the sparkling prosecco and place the drink in front of her, giving her an arched eye caterpillar.

She tips her head toward me and says, “All right. I’ll tell you. Simon, you know he’s from New York.”

I nod.

“We know the same people,” she says as if that explains anything.

“And?”

“And from the cafe I saw Simon Lewis sitting in my marina.”

“Your marina?”

She bats the question away. “Of all the times Simon and I have wound up at the same parties, I’ve never seen him look at anyone else the way he looked at you.”

Fuck me.

She continues, “He wanted me to go away, deeply. Who could make Simon want such a thing? So I thought I’d have a little experiment. Nothing outrageous.” She smirks. “You couldn’t take your eyes off him. But he practically pissed a circle around you.”

“Not at all. He spent the whole time dealin with you, my darlin. And if anything, it was me as was sat there doin the pissing. I didn’t much care for the way you spoke to him.”

She laughs low. “Your expression gave you away, you know. The kiss was a test; a simple one.”

“Then what if we hadn’t been, I don’t know, swept up in the whole thing that night?” I challenge her. “What would have happened then?”

“Does it matter? Were you? Swept away? The right music at the right moment can make anything happen.” She dismounts with the tinkling of tiny bells, bellini untouched.

Before she reaches the hotel elevator, Sabina calls back over her shoulder, “Oh and Billy. Dress for Capri.”

Ah. Understood. I take a deep breath. “I’ll do the best I can.”

She nods, and departs without a word.

“Lovely to see you, too,” I mutter.

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It’s Wednesday? I thought yesterday was Wednesday. Fuck me, an extra day. Life drags on at a snail’s pace.

Opening photos, I realize Simon’s face was the last shot I took that wasn’t of my genitals. It’s of him in the tunnel, moments before we entered the club. All bold, confident, and full of excitement, with not a clue of the direction the night would take.

When I look at him, I’ve no idea who I am anymore. I’ve never really been that certain to begin with, in all honesty.

For a man without a rudder, I’ve never needed to know who I am. Just all the whos I’m not. Not a father, not a son, not a brother, not a bother.

Alfie tells me I’m the best of friends. Cheers, mate. Nice to hear, but I’m not sure I believe it overmuch. Not when I’ve never stuck round long enough to be a good friend to anyone.

I’m a nomad. And I hate it.

I’ve only just realized that I hate it. Before Italy, before this glorious place, I’d have described my life as Freedom. Carefree, exciting, mind-broadening, instructive, adventuresome, even a right good time. But as I feel all these words strung together in my mind, I realize they’re all empty and meaningless, when it’s clear I’m the one who’s strung together. Like stringing lights about a Christmas tree. Invariably there are big holes crying out to be filled. Gaps with nothin big enough to fill them. That’s me — gaps big enough for a man to fall through. Never to be heard from again.

For certain, not a sole Delaney has ever noticed I’ve gone. Isn’t that just grand. All the times I’ve lived under one roof or another, time done for what? Some stories told over a pint at Christmas. And not the funny kind.

“Remember that cousin Billy?”

“Oh sure’n let me see now. He was the one as had the curly hair, yeah? Nice fella.”

Or the older generation? They might say, “Oh that Billy, he always was such a helpful young man to have round the house when somethin needed seein to. So helpful. Can’t remember the sound of his voice or the colour of his eyes, but he sure was helpful. Cryin shame we never had a good place to put him when it was our turn.” Sure’n that’s what they’d say.

Oh, shit. Must remember to ring Shazza and wish her a happy birthday.

———/-/———

“Vittorio, buongiorno,” I say as I enter his office.

Rosalina has just been to fetch me from the kitchen, where I’d been losing myself in the mundanity of prep work.

Problem is, I’ve also been gettin lost in too many mental images from the weekend. Just couldn’t clear my head. All good, so good.

It was all so good until Simon’s phone lit up like a christmas tree, and everything hit a wall. Just bam! Face first. A wall. (Shaped like a woman named Kelly, presumably somewhere in New York.)

It’s his career, Delaney. Quit thinkin what yer thinkin. It’s just God punching us in the nads with fate, as Simon would surely say.

Thing is, I do feel as though I’ve been punched in the testicles. I do. And I’m not sure what’s makin me feel worse — the testicles or the fact that we said goodbye immediately after my life was rocked on its foundations.

Am I bi? Never figured I was before. Does that mean I’m not? I love makin love to a woman. So, not gay per se. But not entirely straight, neither. How could I be?

So, bi?

Bein bi would explain Simon’s sudden appearance on the short list of people who’ve ever made me come that hard. Does that make me bi?

“Beelee!” The hearty voice of Vittorio greeting me snaps me out of yet another reverie. With that big-loving smile, kisses to the cheeks, an arm round the shoulder, he makes me feel welcome, and he knows how to make me feel useful. Helpful. Good at what I do. And like I contribute to this little family he’s built in his kitchen.

My smile stretches wide. Not just because I feel like smilin, but more because he deserves all the smiles. “Vittorio, you are a gentleman and a scholar.”

He laughs with a boom. “Si, certo!” Yes, obviously.

“Certo,” I agree, and indeed it is obvious. He’s wise, and kind. I hate getting attached. But I’ll hate saying goodbye to Vittorio. Ah, fuck. I’m attached. It’s too late.

“Come, Beelee. You will sit with me,” he says, opening the doors out to his private garden patio, and motioning me past. He picks up a sweating pitcher of the homemade lemonade they call limonata, made and bottled here in one of the orchard’s outbuildings. If sunlight had a taste it would be Vittorio’s limonata.

“Beelee,” he begins, once we’ve settled in. He looks out at the view and sighs. “The year you are with us is coming near to end,” he says with the most marvelous Northern Italian accent. “You are considering this with much thought, yes?” He leans back comfortably and sips his limonata in a motion he’s likely developed over decades in that chair with this view. Quite a place to talk business and no mistake.

His words finally penetrate my addled brain. “Have I thought of movin on?”

“Si,” he nods.

Movin on.

No, I have not been considering with much thought. But maybe I should. He’s right. It’s only a couple months off, innit. I’ve barely kept an eye on the goings-on in the culinary world since I arrived in Sorrento. And that is curious.

It’s curious, as every other country I’ve been I've always seen as a gig. Workin to live, yes acourse, but livin to expand my ability, my craft, my creativity, along those veins. Finding the joy in learning the tempo of life in each place. I have loved almost all of my gigs, and enjoyed the environs as much as time allowed. And yet I’m always counting down the days, weeks, and months, months, weeks, and days, well before the end for each city. Until now.

I love Vittorio. Adore him. Both as a mentor and as a man. He is a good man. Solid. Steady. Fiercely loyal and protective of the hotel family he’s built. He may have been born in the North well away from the water, but after all this time he has come to be a man of the South. Its cliffs, the sea, the vertical living with stairs to get anywhere. This is his home. Yes, he was born in Siena, but he chose to live his life in Sorrento. He chose this place to plant his roots, and settled in to live his best life.

I long to live that dream somethin awful. Some sort of permanence in this temporary life of mine. A life I could build, myself. A place of choice. A family of choice. Finding my tribe. And holding on to them. Holdin on for as long as I’m allowed to keep ‘em.

Vittorio looks at me with those intuitive eyes of his. “Qua cosa? What thing is so bad to make your face is falling?” He pretends his face has fallen to his lap to illustrate. “You are having sadness?”

“I haven’t thought much about leaving, to be honest,” I admit.

“You fall in love with Italia, I think. In you I see this, each day a little more, a little more. I am thinking the thoughts that you I should send to Firenze. You learn to cook in the North. It is, come se dice, how you say, molto bene very good y diferente with the Campania kitchens of us here.”

“Si, si, I’d like to learn the northern cuisine.” I can barely get my mouth to shape my next words. “Before I leave Italy.”

“Si. O posso Venezia. Pero non sera ristauranti che va bene.”

I laugh at such a sweeping statement of negativity from this man. “There are no good restaurants in Venice?”

“If there was good ristaurante, I send you to there. But Roma.” He rolls his r with gusto and passion for the eternal city. RrrrrrrOmmmmma. “Roma? Si, son ristauranti with the goodness I demand for to send you to there.” He nods thoughtfully. “Stefano, si.”

“Stefano Rossi?” Jaysus, good enough?

“O in Toscana, to Rodolfo.”

“Rodo Molinaro?” For serious?

“Si.”

Before I can bleat about these two utter gods of Italian cuisine, he interrupts me. “Or we take you from Italia and make you in France. Parigi - what you are calling Paris? Provence? You stay on the Mediterraneo you try Nice, la Riviara Franca.”

At least the French Riviera is just down the coast. (And that’s my first thought? How close I’d be to here?)

I try to interject, but he continues. “O in Spagna. I am having the very strong thought of Barcellona. O Siviglia. O to where you are calling Switzerland — Lucerne. You like Lucerne?”

“I’ve never-“

“You think with deeply careful thought of these places. I have thought very strong and with time that is long and full of care. These are the places you consider.”

“Vittorio. You are a dear, dear man and I cannot think of a suitable way to show how very much gratitude I have for you.”

“But your face is not a face of a man is happy,” he observes. “You are disappointing with these choices I give you?”

“No! Never, Vittorio. Not ever. I would joyfully live in every one of these cities! Florence, Rome. Paris, Nice. Barcelona, Seville. Lucerne. All of them.” Or none.

————/Simon/————

“I’d be in the air already, but I have to fit in one last fake fight with Kelly before I go. I promised to take her to brunch so we could fake-fight in person.”

“Let me guess, ‘It’s kind of your thing.’ Seems to me I’ve heard that one before,” Billy snarks into the phone. He sighs in defeat. “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but I think I’m jealous.”

“Oh yeah? Why? Literally dying to know the answer.”

“How long do I have to wait?” he asks, sounding greedy.

“For what?”

“Before I can have you again,” Billy growls, in a tone he’d surely describe as naughty. Or at least I would describe it as naughty.

“With your moans in my ear, breath hot against my throat,” he continues. See? Naughty.

“Billy.”

“Simon.”

“Billy. What are you doing?”

“Hearing that sound you made when I licked a stripe up your neck, still salty with sweat from the club.” His voice is all gravel, low and rumbly.

“You don’t fight fair,” I whine. But in an appealing, sexy way.

————/Billy/————

I like that impatient sound. “I wish this was your hand,” I say, trying to keep the grin out my voice.

“What? W-what is my hand doing?” I hear Simon swallow at the other end.

“That twist you did — it’s like you read my mind: How to wank Billy Delaney.”

I don’t have my hand anywhere close to my cock. I just love gettin to hear him all flustered.

“Uh, um, Billy? Are you having solo phone sex right now? Is that what you’re doing? Cuz I gotta tell you-“ he breaks off.

“What do you have to tell me, Simon?”

Silence.

“And make it good,” I rumble.

“Jesus Christ, Billy.”

“No, just Billy.”

“Funny,” he responds dryly. Which acourse makes me smile. It’s the combination of exasperation, frustration, and libido all fighting for their turns to spring out his mouth.

“Is it? I thought we were gettin someplace, Simon.” I pitch my voice as low as it will go. “Someplace good.”

He lets out a whimper, then all I hear is rustling. Something clatters on a hard floor. Simon gasps, “Shit!” followed by, “Oh, thank God,” then somethin else falls with a thud. I hear shuffling in the background and angry muttering.

“Simon?”

“Wait, wait, hang on just a-“ I hear a jingling of bells, and then the sound of street traffic. People in conversation getting closer and fading away. Sirens. Loud sirens. I hear the tell-tale sound of his Converse slapping on pavement, accompanied by rapid breathing and some mumbled curses. “Come on come on come on!” I hear him whisper.

“Ey! I’m walkin here!” he says loudly, away from the phone. Followed swiftly by an angry, “Yeah, fuck you too, buddy,” under his breath. I feel as though I’m listening to every film about New York ever made.

“Hang on, just a sec,” he huffs faintly, as if the phone isn’t at his ear. I hear the jingling of keys. Everything he does is suddenly amplified, all with a strange, hollow ambience. A few loud, echoing footsteps later, and again I hear the sound of keys scraping into a lock.

“Where are you?” I ask.

“Closer to my bed than I was five minutes ago,” Simon answers. “Not there yet.”

“Where were you five minutes ago?” This is pure gold.

“The bodega on the corner.”

“Serious?” I laugh. “Why’d you turn round?”

“Fuck you, Billy.”

“Not yet.”

I hear him trip over something. The phone clearly just went thud on carpet, and I hear a distant voice, swearing, “Where are you, fucking bastard.” His voice gets closer and closer. “Oh thank fucking Christ. I thought I broke my phone. Oh my sweet baby, an angel at one ear, a devil at the other.” He pauses as he shuffles whatever’s in his hands. “Billy? You still there?”

“Oh, I’m here, Simon.”

“Ok, start talking dirty again.”

I blink.

And we’re both laughing. “I like that you make me laugh,” I tell him.

“I like that you talk dirty. Can we go back to that please?”

“You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine?” I tease.

“What does that even mean?”

“Where are you, Simon?”

“Standing at the base of my bed.”

“Naked yet?”

He chokes, “What?”

“Just wonderin. Set the scene for me, Simon.”

“Theatre school, I’m telling you, theatre school.”

“You’re thinking about theatre school at a time like this.”

“Not even a little, when you sound like this. Jesus, Billy.”

“Where are you now?” I keep my voice fluid.

“Oh! Um, not where I was a minute ago the last time you asked. No, not still there,” he says.

“Naked yet?” It all started out as a gag, but I’ve become increasingly invested in his answers.

“Shoe-less. But I’m working on it.”

“Let me hear you take off your shirt.”

“Okaaay. How?” he asks in confusion. “Shirts aren’t loud. Am I supposed to rip it?”

“You like the shirt? Cos I want to hear all the buttons popping off.”

I didn’t think he’d do it, but I clearly hear the sound of buttons set free, pinging off every surface.

“Button fly again tonight?” I ask, thinking back to how easily his jeans came undone with just a flick of his hand.

“Not tonight.”

“Let me hear the zipper when you pull it down.” I hum as I hear the zzzzzz.

“Did you hear it?” he asks, voice turning gruff.

“I didn’t think I would, but that was hot.” I thought I was teasing, but now I know I’m not. “Let me hear the material slide down your legs. Slowly, Simon. Don’t rush it.”

His phone amplifies the rustle of fabric sliding over skin as though my ear is right there. My eyes slip shut. I can picture the material being pulled slowly over his hips, revealing the V of his muscles there, then catching on the swell of his arse. Sliding over that magnificent arse. Fuck, when he runs, I bet it bounces. And the image makes me groan.

“Mmm, that sounded good,” Simon nearly purrs. He’s gone from 1 to purring in under 3 seconds. “Did it feel good, Billy?”

“Yer man’s got game then, has he?” I challenge him.

“You haven’t answered my question, have you, Billy.”

“Is the secret just to work my name into every sentence? Cos I’ll be honest with yous. It’s doin it for me.” I need more than this. Without preamble I switch us to FaceTime.

“Rude!” he squawks.

“Are you offended, Simon?” I set up the angle for him to watch. He’s gone silent. Turns out I’m clothed enough for some suspenseful stripping of my own. His face is priceless.

————/Simon/————

Merp.

—————/Billy/—————

I watch as his eyes go dark, and his expression turns unselfconscious. Hungry.

I’m more’n likely to show him whatever he wants to see, though it can be hard to actually ask for it. “What and where, Simon?”

“Mmhm that sounds nice,” he says absently.

“Nice.” That’s not what I’ve been goin for. Seems his thoughts are a mite preoccupied. “Do you know what I want to do to you the minute I see you?” I challenge.

“Um. No?”

“I am going to strip you bare after Customs if you stop for any reason except to walk straight to me.”

“You’ll be there at the airport?”

“And I will strip you bare. Right there at Customs. Don’t test me, Simon. After you’ve landed? If I see yeh doing anything?” I prompt him.

“I’ll come straight to you,” he says on a whisper.

“That’s right you will. And the moment we reach the car, I’ll press you against it, undo your jeans, and wrap my hand round you, with just enough firm pressure.”

He whimpers.

“What do you like, Simon? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“What I-“ His eyes go blank. “Merp.”

So I continue. “Then I’ll tell you what I want from you when I get you back to the hotel.”

He whimpers again.

“I want you to strip me slowly, make me impatient. Because I’ll be dying to have you fast. I’ll have been waiting for you, wantin to take you in that tiny car, wanting to feel all of you, and lay you down. But-“

“But she’s too small,” he whispers, getting into it a bit more.

“I’d bend you over the bonnet, but you won’t let me.”

“I won’t?”

“No Simon, you won’t. You’ll tell me the fuckin luggage can wait, and you’ll drag me to your room.”

“I’ll be dragging you?” he asks, sounding confused.

“Just go with it. You’re breaking my flow.”

“Sorry,” he whispers with a grimace.

“Shhh.”

“Ok.”

“Shhh. Hear me. I’ll want to drag you to bed instantly, but you won’t let me. You tell me to slow down. Take my time.”

“Take your time? We’ve gone a whole week without each other. How much more time will we need? Are we even naked yet?”

“Shhh, Simon. See it. See me in agony, desperate for every second I can have with you again. I’ll start at one end of your body and work my way to the other. Those runner’s legs, God. All that skin up, up, following my hands with my lips, lettin the hair slide across my mouth between kisses. Show me where my lips are, Simon.”

His breath catches. “Jesus, Billy.”

“Do you want to see how close my mouth will be? I’ll show you. Watch where I start, Simon, just here. See me.”

He lets out a high puff of air. His breath rate has picked up. So has mine.

“I’ll stop and kiss here.” I circle the spot. “I want my mouth on you, Simon. The soft, warm spot behind your knee you’ve never thought about until I became the first person to tongue you there. Or here,” I whisper, drawing my hand up my inner thigh. I have one thought and one thought only: get this next shot right.

I bring the camera round, laying back to give him the long view up my body.

“Mmmfm, you have a wet spot in your briefs,” he says in a huskier voice. He’s finally getting out of his own way.

“Do you know why, Simon?”

“Why?”

“Because all I can think about is running my lips over all of this skin,” and I draw my fingers slowly up to where my thighs meet. He lets out a high breath. “Show me, Simon. Show me where my lips are.”

The image on the screen swings wildly around, showing bits of lightly furred leg, the color of his sheets, confusing body hair, and the paint on the ceiling. He grunts as he repositions himself. Suddenly, the image is swinging around to show me the path up his knee and I get an eyeful of the long view he’s giving me.

“Mmmmm, do you know what I see, Simon?” All that flesh leadin to the sight of a cock and balls from below, snug in a pair of boxer briefs, lookin monstrous huge from this vantage point.

“Yes,” he breathes. “Yes, I know ex’ex’exactly what that l’looks like.”

“Draw your hand up the inside of your thigh for me. Let me watch it, your phone followin behind the whole way up.” I give him an example to inspire him. “Tell me when to stop, Simon.”

A high moan escapes him. “W’when do you want to stop?”

“Never.”

He groans. “Take off your briefs, Billy,” he instructs me, feeling bolder. “Now.”

I smile to myself. That’s the spirit.

“For you, anything, Simon.” And I realize I actually mean that. I probably would do just about anything he told me to.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asks me. “The wet spot just got bigger.” He sounds terribly proud of himself, and continues with more confidence. “Oh shit, your cock just got bigger, too. God, I can see the tip peeking out of your waistband.”

I steadily reveal every millimeter until he can see the full head. “Oh God. Billy.”

“I want you naked and fucking your hand, Simon, now. Let me watch.”

Simon whines.

“Naked, Simon. Then hand.”

Again, his high puffs of breath turn into a whine. But the moment I fist my cock, Simon’s voice drops two registers — as if he knows this is the moment we really get started. He’s saying, “I want to see the tip poke out of your fist, see you drawing the hood back as you stroke.”

“Fuck yes, Simon.”

“Closer,” he demands.

I moan at the thought that he wants to see it up closer. That an eyeful doesn’t send him runnin for covers. But no, he’s enjoying being in control.

“What does your other hand really want to be doing?” Simon rumbles. “When it’s not holding the phone, what’s it holding? Or fondling? Or sliding over. Show me, Billy. Show me what you do when you’re alone.” It’s a command, not a request.

I let out a long stuttering breath. “Simon, I think you might be quite good at this. Given some more practice,” I say, as I try in vain to get my phone under control. I need a place to prop it so I can use both hands. Finally, driven by the agony of frustration, I set the phone against a pillow at the right angle and kneel with knees spread wide.

“Oh fuck shit fuck,” comes straining out of him, and he’s fully stroking himself in earnest. “Nhhhh, Jesus Billy.”

What’s he on about? I look down at myself and visualize the view from that angle. Oh God. “You, too,” I grind out. “Want to see you too.”

He gives me what I want. Lord, that is a filthy fuckin sight from that angle. My hips punch my cock through my fist and I cradle my balls.

“Fuck yes,” he moans. I look down and find just how much precome I’m dripping. I hitch my hips closer to the camera and splay my legs wider. “Oh Jesus Billy fuck,” he gasps at the sight.

“Show me,” I tell him. He takes a screenshot and turns the phone round to show me. “Show me on you, Simon.”

“Oh, right,” he breathes.

“Faster,” I tell him. “Let me hear you.”

“What makes you come, Billy? Mmmmmfffwant to see it up close,” he groans.

I reframe the phone, but the sight from this distance has got to be brutal.

“Oh Jesus, Billy,” he huffs, then “Oh God,” comes out with an urgent tone. I’m flyin in and out my fist, yet somehow he can see it all.

“No, don’t stop,” I complain as his hand stutters to a stand still. He puts the phone down on the bed below him, and squats just over it. It’s an intense view. “Oh God, Simon. That is obscene.”

“Now you,” he instructs. “I want to see both hands better.”

I try to angle more carefully so he can see more cock and less balls.

“Oh fuck,” he says in surprise. “Right there, yes. No, too far, bring it back, bring it back - stop! Perfect. Show me.”

“That’s,” I grate out, “my line.” Oh God, I feel the sensation begin to build. “Simon- Si’ nhhhh, I’m- are you-“ I can’t think.

“Yes,” he grates out, followed by a strained, “Fuuuuuck!” I’m glad he’s as close as I am. I want to see him tip over the edge while he’s watchin me do the same.

I’m fucking panting, every breath I force out comes back in gasps. “Oh God yes,” I whisper. “Simon.”

“Me, too, me, too, oh fuck yes fuck. B’Billy?”

The look on his face is all shock and awe, then all I can see filling the screen is the head of his cock pulsing spurts of come landing somewhere outside the frame.

Ho shit. Fuck fuck fuck, the heat blooms throughout my body in warning. “Oh God, fuck Simon, fuuu, can you see? I want you- watch-“ I call out nonsense. I can only focus on the rush I feel throughout my body. I come in full view of the phone and my knees buckle.

Rolling to my back and still panting, I try to remember my name and country of origin. But “Simon,” is the only word I can find.

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uriekukistan · 14 days

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mello about the character list

hii thank you for the ask :)

favorite thing about them: he's just like me fr (affectionate). he's such an interesting guy. i'd love to put him in a jar and study him.

least favorite thing about them: he's just like me fr (derogatory). get out of my head little man.

favorite line: "in the end, there is no greater motivation than revenge." words to live by probably a bit problematic that i feel that way but idc for me its true

brOTP: mello & matt. i mean i ship them too but they have a good friendship going on as well, so i like them as besties as well

OTP: meronia! in like a blood and guts way

nOTP: halle and mello...

random headcanon: a chocolate purist. one time someone gave him a chocolate bar with almonds and he lost his shit. also don't think that white chocolate should even be counted as chocolate.

unpopular opinion: idk if its really unpopular or not, i just see a lot of portrayals of him drinking and doing drugs frequently, but i see him as the type to prefer to keep a clear head (that being said i have also written him doing these things so uh)

song i associate with them: valasy by nürnberg idk i found it early this year when i was on a bigger than usual mello kick and it will forever be one of his songs in my brain

favorite picture of them: was my icon for a while. i think this pic changed my life in 2013

#death note #mello #mihael keehl

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harringtonandbuckley · 2 years

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just thought of robin throwing pebbles at nancy’s bedroom window to try to wake her up and be all cute and romantic and she completely blacks out in the moment and thinks she picked up another pebble but actually picks up a pretty decently sized rock and thinks she throws it gently but actually throws it with so much force that she breaks nancy’s window.

(bonus points for if the rock was thrown so hard that after it bursts through the window it hits nancy who is sound asleep)

#stranger things #robin buckley #maya hawke #nancy wheeler #natalia dyer #ronance #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x robin buckley #nancy wheeler loves robin so true bestie #otp: robin and nancy #nancy x robin #robin x nancy #robin stranger things #incorrect ronance #stranger things season 4 #st4 #if you saw this on a different account of mine no you didn’t

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prototypelq · 10 days

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A bit late but Lucia for the ask game?

Ohoho, gladly!

Lucia, my underappreciated and beloved!)))

This one's sadly going to be short, cause, well. There is not much we have on Lucia at all.

favourite thing about them:

I admit, I am a sucker for her overall design and style. Of course, I also cherish her bravery, kindness and duty, but. Her visual design is just. So Good. and I am weak for redheads

To add to that, I love how her DT form pioneered the 'angelic' design and vision in DMC! It suits her perfectly, and I definitely love how dmc4 and Nero's DT in dmc5 doubled down on that foundation.

Also, we don't have that much of Lucia, which is good for female characters in Capcom games, they are safer than way.

least favourite thing about them:

We don't have that much of Lucia(((

(tho I am grateful for her small inclusion in the pre-dmc5 novel, it was very welcome and I love the idea of her keeping an eye out for Dante when she can)

favourite line

I'll be honest, besides the obvious 'Dante told me...Devils never cry!" I can't even FIND more quotes from her...this is tragic

bOTP

Her and Trish! I think them interacting might be therapeutic for both - both are afraid of losing themselves to their demonic nature, however their stories are inversed, so they can complementary support each other. I also just genuinely think they could hit it off nicely, and be besties power duo.

Though I can also see their similarities driving them away from each other, cause that's the mature thing every character in this fandom usually does.

Lucia would adore Patty and vice versa)

OTP

Dante/Lucia. They could be like, so unbelievably sweet. That stuff in entirely AU though, while I could envision a way Vergil/Lady might work out post DMC5, I can't see any way of Dante/Lucia happening in canon.

Outside of canon, I think they could be tooth-rottingly sweet. It's all very optional though.

nOTP thankfully she has no relatives to be shipped with, amiright?

random headcanon

She likes wine and trying out different kinds of it. Same as Vergil, for some reason I think she'd enjoy pottery. Also drawing, I think Matier tried her best to make Lucia interested in art and drawing lessons were part of that.

unpopular opinion none

song I associate with them

Like. I know they are very different, but it cannot be just coincidence that we have Two sidesweep redheads with tan skin and accent right???

anyway, they have nothing in common besides that (...or more like we don't have any canon info on either of them to find any similarities), buuuut I do really like Mistral's battle track, and some lines certainly could ring true for Lucia as well, so yeah.

youtube

favourite picture of them

Every picture of Lucia is my favourite picture of Lucia, However. This Fanart. It is somehow even more perfect than her original design. Which I never thought was possible.

#lucia my underppareciated #genuinely wish we got more of her #also her actions speak louder than words cause apparently she came to the agency a few times for a visit throughout the years #and i love that about her #i live in a simultanious state of 'oh good we don't have much of lucia so capcom has not ruined her yet' and 'damn i wish we had more lucia'#thank you for the question ember!#dmc lucia #dmc #dmc2 lucia #dmc2

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user: same user. same.

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user: That was honestly so cute! The fact that at the end Connor wrote on a puck and flicked it over the glass where Y/n was sitting beside the bench with her and Connor's families, Y/b/f/n, Clove, and the Stromes. Her reaction was so cute (as it was on the screen). Y/n started crying and nodded causing Connor to celebrate more. She put her hand on the glass while crying and so did he but with the biggest grin on his face.

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bianca_skye: I don't think I've seen you so happy that you cried

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yoursis: How long did it take?!

user: oMgGGG!!

drat27: I can't believe we were a couple before them…

user: They are so cute 😍

zstrome: MY LIFE IS COMPLETEEEEEEE 😍😍😍

clove_bennet: Now time to be a professional third wheel and be the couple photographer

yourbestie: you got that right

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oilersWAGs: Edmonton Oilers' 19-year-old Captain Connor McDavid and Karate World Champion Y/n Y/l/n are officially dating! McDavid asked out Y/l/n after the Oilers' Win over the Jets and she said yes! #nhlotp tagged: mcdavid97and yourinsta

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user: AHHHHHHHH YESSSS!

user: #otp

user: How did they meet each other?!

user: They met through their families. Their mums were friends, and their older siblings went to school together.

user: it's been how many years in the making?!

user: loads.

user: 😍😍😍😍

user: Honestly, I think they are a good match

user: I should be his new girlfriend :(

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singsweetmelodies · 5 months

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hello katie I am sliding into your ask box to ask about the a/b/o fic 😌🤭❤

hiiiiii! LMAO, omg, the a/b/o... okay, so there's actually a long story behind this doc. (there's always a story with me, isn't there? 😆😆) but the thing is: until quite recently - the beginning of this year - i didn't like a/b/o at ALL. would always put it on my "DNWs/dislikes" list and everything...

and then, a couple of months later, this... did a full 180. i always say that piarles is the OTP that's getting me to read and write things i NEVER would have done before - and it held true yet again! not only did i start reading a/b/o, but i also became kind of obsessed with it, lmao 🤭🤭 and THAT'S why this doc exists: for me to collect all the random little ideas and snippets of writing that occur to me for the piarles omegaverse.

now, i am an alpha!pierre and omega!charles truther - charles interacting with other men is the EMBODIMENT of the "🥺🥰" emojis, while pierre is "😏🐶😈", so these designations are the only ones that fit, to my mind. and really just... it just fits their personalities so much!!! i hate to say it, but my friends were 100% right when they said that the omegaverse, but alpha!pierre in particular, would be EXACTLY my cup of tea. thank you indeed, beloved besties 🙏

#asks & answers #wip title game #piarles a/b/o #no disrespect intended to the omega!pierre/alpha!charles truthers... but it could NEVER be me 😅#charles is my most beloved darling and he certainly is cocky and daring and confident on-track #but off-track; most ESPECIALLY when he interacts with other men... that is a BABYGIRL your honour #he is the living embodiment of ''what the fuck is 🥺 i don't speak bottom'' 🤣🤭#and while pierre DEFINITELY also has his babygirl moments;#he's far too 😏😉 with other men (and far too cocky in general) to be anything but an alpha in his eyes #so all the ideas in my a/b/o doc are variations on this theme; basically!#omega charles and alpha pierre; and how that affects their interactions and their relationship #(there is LOTS of possessive!pierre 😏😈 and just as much soulmatism and mate themes)#(i really am obsessed with a/b/o lately its not even funny 🤣😭)

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battlekilt · 1 year

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What is the meaning of one character... to any of us?

If anyone thinks it is cringe that I run my blog with an obvious theme, which is GFFA from my Clone King's perspective, I think they may need to reflect upon the things that they decide to judge others on.

If anyone thinks that Captain Rex is boring, then I am not going to change their mind. The fandom has plenty of people who are allowed to fixate on Cody or Fox, while I feel pressured to pick a different clone to be transfixed on. My apologies to these individuals, but Rex is just my favorite. By this point, he has remained my favorite for two years.

Sure, there are plenty of other characters I love and can talk about endlessly. I love Wolffe, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Cody, Fox, Plo, Fives, Echo—the list could go on and on and on and on and on, and it continues to grow as more people share the love they have for their own.

Yet, it is Rex who has entertained me and tickled my brain for two years. He has been an excellent litmus test for those that I want to humor as a friend.

I will tag things from his POV. I will talk mostly about ships with him; the fact that I do ship him with so many people is a huge development for me—I come from a fandom culture where OTP meant you shipped one ship, especially for either character. It took time to adjust to the idea that OTP can now mean a favorite ship.

No shade, but I just don't really have an interest in most ships that do not have Rex. Sure, there are a few mild exceptions, but none are ones that I am heavily involved in. Once I ship Rex with a character, I am not interested in seeing that same character with anyone else. This is likely remnants of the era when OTP was a hard-definition. I will follow and engage with people, and block the content I don't want to see.

Rex is the narrative mechanism I explore GFFA. I don't do reader or self-insert; I am not an interesting character, nor would I want to engage directly. I'd rather be an omnipotent puppet-master that pulls at strings, and quite obviously... I have a favorite puppet, and that remains Rex. Look how well he dances on these strings.

So, love and support from me to other fellow fans that have a One True Character—thank you to the person who introduced that term to me—and hold fast to it.

PS. Fans with other One True Characters are great. Their energy and vibe are so wonderful to be around, especially if they will sit and share the love they have with their character. They are some of my favorite fans. They are a wealth of knowledge about their special characters. Their love and devotion is infectious, and enlightening. They make great friends because it is like being an academic of one specialty, and having the benefit of an expert in another specialty.

Some OTCers*/** that I think deserve some love:

Obi-Wan: @ninjigma Anakin: @spacingstars, @husborth, @vaitiara, @jebiknights, @anakinsafterlife Thrawn: @blackmonitor Bo-Katan/Satine Kryze: @isaakandreyevs Boba Fett: @acatalystrising, @galozima Cody: @patchmates, @delicateclouddetective Echo: @ann-i-inthestars Bacara/Nova Corps: @floatingvampire

(besties are emphasized.)

* If you feel I got your OTC wrong, let me know! Though, this is just the one true character I associate you with.

** If you would like to be on this list, let me know!

There are plenty of others that I talk to on Discord, and just don't know how to credit them here.

#kilt's brain #bucket's brain

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