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Having a sideblog with more than one administrator is funny because its me and my homegirls with differents main blogs but one shared obssession with this one underrated anime of 2004 like...
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https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13441604/5/
"So you found out who her birth family is?" said Azazel. "She's a Vongola. Of the Primo's line, to be exact. The second they find out who she is they're going to try and make a play for her," said Fon tiredly. "It really doesn't help that two of the sons are dead, the third one is too weak to properly hold the family together and the fourth is of questionable heritage at best. They might even try to marry her into the main family, to keep her from attempting to claim her birthright." Silence...then... "Yeah, I can't see that idea ending any way but badly," said Serafall dryly. Ryuhime was barely able to pull off 'normal' by human standards. She would never agree to be married off to a human far weaker than she was, and it would only end in a bloodbath. Add onto the fact they'd expect her to play housewife at the very least, and things would only get messy in a hurry. "Pretty much the same thing that tends to happen when the 'male' Varia assassins get married off for political reasons and then need help with the clean up of their former husbands," said Fon dryly. "Which is why if anyone asks then the Varia is a 'boys only' club." "So what do we do now?" "We play keep away for now. You did get the system ready for her to set up, didn't you?" asked Fon. "Yeah, I got it ready. She just needs to put it together and she'll have a network to travel between dens, basically turning them into a 'multi-room mansion' between realms," said Azazel. "And I got the amulets that will act as the keys between the doors!" chirped Serafall. "I can't wait to try this out. If it works then I can see my little Sona more often!" Azazel and Fon coughed. Odds were that Sona would be more than happy to dump the bulk of Serafall's affection on Ryuhime the first chance she had, once she knew it was an option.
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12918478/2/
"What?" she said in shock. "You passed out from the flu, and Dino had you brought here," said Reborn. "Were you aware that the Petra famiglia were raiding your...apartment...when we arrived?" She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I heard they were planning to make a move on me, hence why I was out of bed in the first place. Stumbling into that shootout was not what I intended." "You've been out cold for the past three days, and you're underweight to boot," said Shamal. "Kinda hard to buy groceries when I don't take many hits and have to pay rent," she snarked. Reborn frowned at that. With her skills she should easily be able to afford decent places and groceries. She took one glance at the look on his face and snorted. "Just because I'm a decent hit man doesn't mean I enjoy it. I might be a stray cat but I do prefer to stick to one place and work from there. The problem is I draw too much attention so half the time I'm dodging idiots trying to drag me into their famiglia to the point I have to move to get any peace," she said tiredly. "It's simply easier to eat cheap meals on the go than actually cook." Reborn could sympathize with that. He could remember all too well the annoyance that was being a freelance hit man just making a name for himself, having to dodge multiple attempts to draw him into a famiglia. First because of his skills, and then because he was the strongest Sun.
calling a woman 'ho' when you dont like her is bad actually
Whatever, ho.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/87676801?view_full_work=true
Honestly, Colonnello hadn’t originally planned to introduce Grace to any of the other Arcobaleno so soon (Actually, the plan was to keep her away for a few years). But over the last few days, he couldn't help but notice the quiet, anxious way the girl lingered in the doorway whenever he was watching over Skull. She was terrified for him, clutching the sketchbook he had given to her in a attempt to help her deal with her visions as she checked to see if he was alive, to see if she had failed someone else.
Besides, Colonnello knew the younger man all too well and had known that the second Skull laid his eyes on those precise, terrifyingly accurate drawings, he would panic because while the Frenchman constantly claimed to hate the Giglio Nero as much as the rest of them, Colonnello could always see right through his bravado.
What Skull felt for the Giglio Nero was nothing but sheer, paralyzing fear.
After all, unlike the rest of them, the former stuntman hadn't grown up in the Underworld nor had he ever been a battle-hardened soldier. He had been an ordinary man, a performer who was ripped out of his life and forced to carry a Curse and a power he never asked for because of the manipulations of one know-it-all, heartless bitch. It had taken almost three decades for the former stuntman to stop being actively suicidal and finally regain some semblance of sanity after the Arcobaleno Curse took their lives away.
So, while throwing Grace into the picture was a gamble he didn’t want to make, keeping Skull in the dark about how Colonnello had gotten his hands on those drawings was an even bigger risk he wasn’t willing to take.
“She’s too young,” Skull rasped after he finished listening to Colonnello’s explanation on how he found Grace, the quiet statement pulling the blonde out of his thoughts. A short, humorless laugh bubbled out of the Frenchman’s throat, smearing a thin trail of fresh blood down the corner of his dry lips. Between his bloody lips, Colonnello could see the pale, jagged edges of several newly sprouted teeth nestled in his swollen gums.
A lot was being left unsaid there, and Colonnello could only close his eyes and offer a silent nod.
She was too young to be dragged into the grotesque underbelly of their world.
She was too young to bear the crushing weight of a cosmic sentence she couldn't possibly understand.
She was too young to live with the silent, terrifying knowledge that her body was actively decaying from the inside out with every breath she took.
Whenever he looked at Grace, Colonnello tried focus on the many questions he had about her situation while pushing those kinds of thoughts away — locking them in the back of his mind where they couldn't bleed into his daily life — but like a clockwork, reality always clawed its way back and he reminded himself that the Sky Curse was a different monster entirely. That, different to what happened to the rest of them, the Sky didn't lock a body in time or torment its host; it devoured them whole.
Colonnello hadn’t cared to know anything about Luce before or after the Curse, but did make sure to learn as much as he could about the Giglio Nero Famiglia and one thing they couldn't hide was the slow death of their precious bloodline. With every successive generation, the Sky Arcobaleno burned out younger and younger, the lifespan between the bearer of the curse and their inevitable death shrinking like a lit fuse.
Luce’s grandmother was cursed at fourteen and died at sixty-five. Luce’s mother had been cursed at seventeen and managed to hold on until fifty-eight. Luce herself was nineteen when they were cursed in 1960 and died at fifty-three in 1992 when her own daughter was barely twenty-one. And Aria, from what he heard, was already wasting away at forty-one, showing symptoms far worse than her mother's when the woman was her age, being confined to a permanent bed in a private hospital since giving birth to her own daughter five years prior.
So, how long did Grace have? Would she even make it to thirty? Or would the simple fact that she was an outsider, that she didn’t belong to the Giglio Nero bloodline, grant her a few more years?
Colonnello snorted, leaning back against the worn leather of the armchair. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced down at Grace. The girl was sitting on the floor, her back pressed against the base of the chair, completely tuned out under a pair of oversized headphones as her pencil moved rhythmically across her sketchbook. Her eyes were blank, hollowed out by the weight of whatever vision she was currently pouring onto the paper.
The blonde-haired man’s lips curled down into a bitter line.
“Lose it? Really, Jean-Pierre?” Colonnello drawled, his own tone dripping with sardonic irritation.
The Frenchman glared up at him with his eye, the visible muscles in his jaw twitching before he snapped his gaze away toward the ceiling.
“Fort bien… Allow me to correct myself,” Skull spat, a bloody rasp edging his words. “Why did Aria manipulate things so the kid ended up with the Curse? Aside from the glaringly obvious fact that the woman is trying to outrun her own death, of course…”
“She doesn’t know who ended up with the Pacifier, I checked.” Colonnello said, his steel-blue eyes sharpening into something dangerous. Then, after a moment, he added the information he hadn’t really shared during his retelling, “All I know is that Renato sent me out to track down the Sky Arcobaleno, and I literally stumbled across the kid by accident. I originally assumed I was looking for either Aria or her spawn.”
Skull huffed and spat out, “Reborn is too much of a lapdog when it comes to that pouffiasse’s bloodline. There is no way he would ever send you or anyone else after them when he is right there.”
Colonnello decided to not comment on that; he had already beaten himself over that a few times ever since his call with Reborn. He really couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen the red flags at the time.
“It’s possible Aria just wanted to spare her daughter from the Curse, but I doubt she’s any different from her mother or her grandmother,” Skull continued, and he been able to move his left arm, he would have probably reached out to rub his lips as he always did when he was thinking.
The Underworld treated Skull like the weakest, dumbest piece of the Arcobaleno but while he lacked Verde’s clinical genius and Reborn’s lethal brilliance, he was far from stupid. He simply preferred to hide behind a mask. After all, once a performer, always a performer.
“The Giglio Nero only have children because their lineage demands it,” the younger man added, staring blankly at the ceiling. “If there was a single maternal bone in any of those women, they would have never brought any child into this world. They all knew damn well that any of their children would be doomed to carry the curse after them and…” he paused, pursing his lips as he seemed to think of something.
“What?” Colonnello asked, his eyes narrowing to sharp, dangerous slits.
A heavy, suffocating silence stretched across the room, broken only by the faint, rhythmic scratch of Grace’s pencil against paper.
“I think you’ve been giving the Giglio Nero far too much credit,” Skull said quietly. He shifted his head with agonizing slowness, fixing Colonnello with a single, icy look devoid of his usual theatrical whininess. “You’re ignoring the fact that there is one person who can actually overrule them when it comes to the decision of who will bear the Sky Curse.”
Colonnello felt a cold, familiar dread settle in his chest as the implication hit him.
If all of this mess wasn't one of Aria's schemes and if it wasn’t some kind of attempt from the Giglio Nero to stop their bloodline from dying out, then the true puppet master behind the Curse had simply decided to add a new piece onto his board.
“I have a new question to add to your list,” Skull murmured, his voice barely above a raspy whisper. “What makes the kid so special that that Man picked her to bear the Curse?”
And, Colonnello thought, a sneer twisting his lips as his mind raced down an even darker path, did that bastard have a hand in her mother’s death?
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"Nii-chan? Is that you? Ah, you're early!" came the response to the yell, and Reborn missed the grumbled response as the man entered the kitchen. Watching him as he walked, the hitman noted the loose, rolling gait and the calm way in which the man took in his surroundings without seeming to. Definitely a fighter. Possibly with some familiarity to flames, if his comment on 'power play' was an indication he had been aware of Reborn's mild killing intent… or if he was just too dense to pick it up. After all, the Vongola intuition was from the Sawada side, not the Kurosaki… All in all the danger level for the family was quite low, but it was well known that Yuzu's family was not close to the Sawada's, or at least to Iemitsu… So whether this Ichigo would be a welcome boon or an unwanted hindrance would remain to be seen. And he would deal with it if it came to pass. Ah, it would be interesting to see how this would play out. Reborn felt a sinister grin touch his lips and restrained himself from laughing. Kurosaki Ichigo. I had wondered when you would turn up.
“Once, I used to have a friend. My friend’s name was Enkidu. The man created by the gods in order to kill me, and a the man who called me “a star”. But he... ...Enkidu...”
I just love Enkidu
Kyoko and I-Pin Stardew Valley AU
- Ep 85
Hibari is a Disney princess 😂
- Ep 86
Don't you you its a bit too much for Tsuna to abandon Nana?
I mean she's lonely and Iemitsu already abandoned her
Nana still loves Iemitsu and lets him near the kids, and he gave them alchool and hurts Tsuna
She calls Tsuna useless, don't listen and won't help with the bullies
She picks Iemitsu over Tsuna always, he's perfect husband
She's a grow ass woman, get a job and a divorce??? Confront Iemitsu? She's 34, Tsuna's 14.
I think Nana needs a little brutal caretaking, her son leaving her because she's married and love obssessed with their ABUSER and chooses and forgives him? And won't acknowledge his abuse? His abandonment? Lack of care and cruelty?
Wake up to reality, ma'am!
Tsuna's child, Nana's adult, its not his duty to care for her if she refuses to do the same. He suffers because of her husband, because of her neglect. She doesn’t want better life for herself or Iemitsu!
Tsuna should NOT stay in a abusive homelife to make his mom happy! Or tolerate her while she still has only Iemitsu as a life goal!
Nana hurts Tsuna a lot and he owns her nothing, he wasn't her husband, him abandoning her is NOT the same has her HUSBAND!
She can go out and make friends her age, get a new husband, hobbies and a job, again, not Tsunayoshi's job to babysit his grow ass 34 years old mom!
Nana has nothing because she wants nothing. A big lonely house and a absent bum for a husband? Who wants that? Usess she gets off her ass and wants to better her life. I think its too late for a relationship with Tsuna, 15 years lady!
I dislike Nana suffering because of Iemitsu (for all I am like, do something! Stop waiting and chasing him!)
And I like her suffering because Tsuna forces her to confront reality and her abuse
"Nana will be alone" she's free! Different than Tsuna! Iemitsu will not pay her attention anyway, he is busy.
Nana can very much get a better life and friends
Giotto sat with his grandfather that night while fretting and panicking all at once "You knew it was her!" Giotto hissed while Timoteo sighed heavily his grandson standing to pace and walk back and forth his face drawn "From the beginning I had a feeling of familiarity, but it's her!" Giotto was beside himself "It's Tsuna-chan, It's really her!" he whirled on his grand father "How could you not tell me?"
The old man smiled sadly at his grandson while he watched him pacing back and forth unsure of what to do with all the energy he had "We both know you can't keep a secret, Reborn was observing her first, we had no way of knowing if she even recalled her family."
"No, those people can not be called family!" Giotto interrupted angrily while his hands clenched "They hurt her and we just left her there!" they were just as guilty as her mother was, they had left her alone in that hospital without a second thought. They had taken the girl away and promised her safety, then left her completely exposed to what they knew was, or at least suspected was, a toxic environment.
"The past is the past." Timoteo noted "What we need to think about now is getting her away from the Gesso." Giotto growled lightly at that while he shot his grandfather a glare
"Why are you so intent on getting her away from the Gesso? She's happy where she is, she has family that care about her!" Timoteo sighed, his grandson wasn't looking at the bigger picture, she had such pure Sky flames, she was a powerful weapon, and she should not be in the hands of a family like the Gesso.
"Giotto, she is a Vongola by blood, she should be with the Vongola." Timoteo explained carefully while Giotto frowned at him
"You're not telling me everything, what the hell grandpa, don't go hiding things from me now, and not on this! It's Tsunahime damn it!" Giotto had never gotten over the guilt of her disappearance, knowing that they could have done something more for her. He had been curled in an expensive bed while the girl went missing, and now he knew, he was curled in an expensive bed sleeping away all his cares while she was destroyed and abandoned.
"The Gesso are not a good famiglia Giotto." Timoteo noted seriously "We're allied now purely so we can try police them as much as we can... do you know that Byakuran, at seven, massacred an entire famiglia for no reason? What do you think they're making her do?" Giotto shuddered while his mind ran away with the idea, had she killed someone before? Had they really forced her into killing?
"B-But, that wasn't her." Giotto stuttered out finally even as Timoteo sighed
"No, it was not." the old man agreed "But you have seen the darkness in her." he added even as Giotto shivered at the memory "Where do you think that innocent child got that darkness?" Giotto had no answer for that. Thinking back to that day, when for a moment Giotto had been terrified of the new transfer, she had been cold, and deadly. He had said it himself, she was a demon. This was the same little girl that he remembered being lifted from her bed by his grandfather, so small and scared, timid and gentle. She had been made cold by someone.
"Giotto, do you care for her?" Timoteo asked softly while Giotto nodded without hesitation, of course he cared about her. Giotto had spent over ten years thinking of her, and even before he knew it was her he had been happy to just see Tsunahime smile even for a moment.
"Then for her sake we need to get her away from the Gesso. Can I count on your help?" Giotto shivered again recalling her cold expression and the pure fury in her eyes when she had attacked Alaude. The image was replaced by the near tears girl tonight with her shoulders shaking and that stubborn expression while she tried so hard not to cry in front of him.
Why is it so wrong to love Byaku-nii?
Schooling his expression Giotto finally pinned his grandfather with his determined blue gaze "I want her to be happy." Timoteo smiled in relief at that while he nodded to his grandson, they could count on him to help them.
Giotto however carefully kept his thoughts to himself, he didn't want to trigger his grandfathers intuition I will make sure she is happy, even if I have to protect her from the Vongola, and you.
Yuno raised a eyebrown. "You expect my father to abandon me at the mercy of child kidnappers that want to manipulate me? Not most likely, senile old man." He spat the insult. Nono wanted him isolated from his family? No way in hell.
He wasn't Sawada Tsunayoshi and never will be.
Nono frowned. "Now, Tsunayoshi-"
"No, old rat bastard. You don't get to get rid of the adults that actually care about me so you can control a young civilian teen to do your bidding. They are my family. My father. I am not malleable as you hoped, Vongola." Yuno rolled his eyes. Those people are bloody stupid! "And Its Yuno, Kurosaki-san for you, we aren't casual, I do not give a flyinh damn about my birth parents, I have a family and none a single one of you are part if it."
Estabilish his owm terms, impose his Will, his identity and make clear his own his wants and needs and what will happen. They will try to do the same, battle his will. That would be hard.
He didn't mention Nana, they see her as a civilian mistress, she will be forgotten easily and he can send her to Ryuken. Far away from her beloved Iemitsu.
Nono glared at him, something like rage at those old eyes. He clearly disliked his pawn having a will and spine and a family outside his Famiglia.
Yuno held his glaze amused, with a raised eyebrown. "You arrogant fool." He said. "Having a enemy for a heir? Good, you are stupid. But please, try to kidnap me from my home and real family again. I will kill you myself, slowly and plainfully, like the miserable pathetic man you are." He sneered. "Then I will take over your precious Famiglia and make it mine's, it will belong to the Kurosaki's name. Consider yourself usurped, old snake."
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 3.05
