#giullia

[isottafraschini]

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[lunarthedragon]

Idea for Luca sequel, titled “Alberto”!

So a few years after the events of the first film, Portorosso has become a secret haven for sea monsters looking for safety and acceptance.

Alberto, meanwhile, is flourishing as the local life guard who helps his dad in the pizzeria, but something has been bothering him. He’s antsy and hungry for SOMETHING, but he doesn’t know what. He assumes he’s excited about Luca and Giullia returning for the summer in a few days…

Wanting to surprise his friends (and hoping to make some of this antsy-ness go away), he’s been saving up and he goes to buy a fresh, new Vespa! As he’s driving around the new Vespa, getting used to it, and showing off to Massimo, a visitor enters the city on a motorcycle, catching people’s attention with the noise.

Turns out she’s a migratory sea monster that is dropping by for gas, food, and a place to rest for a few days before heading out. She draws Alberto’s intrigue but the Paguro family warns to avoid her, claiming migratory sea monsters are dangerous and uncaring.

Still, Alberto tries to speak to her but she’s flippant and claims she’s only passing through. He says this place is a haven for sea monsters and she should enjoy herself, but she insinuates it’s not a haven for all sea monsters, and she loves travel too much anyway.

Finally! The train comes into town and Luca and Giullia are back! The welcome is so exciting and warm and happy! Alberto’s so happy to have them back and listen to them talk about school and show them his Vespa! Giullia keeps mentioning having to research colleges while Luca is still considering what he wants to do.

The three eventually go out on the Vespa to have some fun, and it’s fine at first, but Alberto keeps getting bored too quickly and isn’t as excited about everything. Giullia is too excited/college-worried to notice immediately, but Luca does, and the two boys have a heart-to-heart in the water or on the island.

Alberto explains his issues and Luca says he wants to help but he doesn’t know what’s up either. Alberto thinks he should be happy, he finally has a family and support system, and he doesn’t want to be ungrateful, but somethings wrong.

Unknown to them, the migratory sea monster, let’s call her Noemi, is swimming around nearby and overhears. She calls that Alberto sounds stir crazy. That having a home base is the first step to discovering oneself. Then she leaves.

Luca suggests that he was able to figure out what he liked and enjoyed when he left, but he knew he had his family and Alberto always waiting for him. Thus, maybe it is Alberto’s turn. Maybe now is the time for them to finally go on their Vespa adventure!!

They rush to pack, trying not to wake anyone, and leave a note to explain that they’re going on a quick trip and they’ll be back soon. They also don’t take Giullia, since the original plan had always just been them so they want to do this themselves. They’re both still a little reckless…

Problem is, something happens to the note, maybe the cat tears it up or something, so no one knows where they went. Giullia, however, finds a torn piece of the note or she remembers some conversation and she suspects they’re somewhere nearby. So, she hurries to catch the train but misses. Instead, she runs into Noemi on her bike, about to leave, and somehow convinces her to take Giullia along.

I’m not sure about the finer points of the rest, but basically the boys end up on a cross country journey, followed by Giullia and her new “gal pal,” and through the journey they meet other sea monsters that are different. A lake monster from Scotland whose grandpa accidentally mooned the humans and the picture taken of his butt and tail became the Loch Ness Monster photo. A river monster from the Nile that looks like a crocodile and gets snippy when people call her a gator. A swamp monsters that can never seem to dry off and is a little gross. A snow monster that is “technically” water related and is fluffy when cold and has a heavy Russian accent. They’re all different and treated poorly even by the “plain” sea monsters.

The main baddie is also a sea monster who hates humans because a hunter took his leg, but he also looks down on the “lesser sea beasts” because he claims they don’t know what the real sea monsters have been through, sighting his leg. Baddie attempts to recruit Alberto, seeing the harpoon scar on his arm, but inevitably he realizes that the baddie is a hypocrit and they should all be supporting each other as sea monsters, even the more obscure ones, and he, Luca, and Giullia manage to save the day somehow.

It closes out the trio plus Noemi returning to Portorosso to worried but happy families. Alberto is so relieved to be home and hugs Massimo and Giullia together. Noemi says, however, that this is a good feeling, returning to home base, and is essential, but she’s pretty sure Alberto is migratory too and it’s okay to crave the world.

Alberto comes to terms that he’s finally comfortable and happy enough to go out into the world and explore (a bit more safely than the unplanned road trip he just took) similar to Luca going to school. So, he starts properly planning and getting ready to go, Noemi helping him plan while the Paguro’s and Massimo help him pack and plan his locations.

Finally, as he’s getting to his Vespa and wished everyone bye, he notes that there are more baggage than he needs. He turns and finds Luca lugging one, final bag over, all smiles, and says that he’s going to take a year break before looking into college, and that they need to give this whole adventure a second go.

Alberto smiles at him, hugging him tight, and the two best friends hop on their Vespa and are off to see the world.

(The credit art probably shows the Vespa unable to handle the distance and Noemi has to help them get a motorbike instead lol)

[mystic-imaginations]

A lazy summer afternoon

After a fun day of aventure the underdogs decide to have a lazy afternoon with Machiavelli in their backyard

I really challenged myself with this drawing!

It took me in Total 12 hours to make. But i am very proud of how it turned out,

[analjasminog]

[dhustgirl-blog]

Me desculpe se um dia eu já te fiz chorar, é que eu estou acostumada em estragar tudo.

DhustGirl

[lia-jung0812-blog]

Tutti meritano di essere felici. A nessuno può essere negato un sorriso. // Everyone deserves to be happy. A smile can not be denied to anyone.

LIᗩ JUИG (Giulia Ciotola)

[bloodwords]

II. Oh darling, after all, all you have is yourself.

“Eu sou louca” As palavras que por tanto tempo soaram como cortes fundos de papel, naquele instante, foram ditas com confiança. Um sorriso no rosto. Um cigarro na mão. Faz alguns anos desde que Arizona se deu conta de que seu emocional instável era devido a um transtorno de personalidade. Um cigarro na boca. Um sorriso no rosto. Faz alguns anos desde que Arizona luta e se esconde da sua outra metade temida. A metade louca. A metade soturna. Lutar contra você mesma é uma tarefa no mínimo difícil. A pressão de não surtar a levava a uma crise de ansiedade e desespero. Dessa forma, ela simplesmente surtava. Mas agora seria diferente. “Eu sou louca” Não tinha a quem temer. Fumaça entra; Fumaça sai. A menina caminhava deixando sua casa para trás. Deixava o par de olhos azuis iguais aos seus a qual ela fazia promessas impossíveis de cumprir. Ela agora iria viver como a louca que sua família tanto temia. Uma mochila nas costas Um sorriso no rosto Um cigarro na boca Um sentimento de alívio.

[bloodwords]

I. What have I done?

O mais belo vestido de seda cobria seu corpo. Seus cabelos dourados caíam em cachos pelos seus ombros expostos. Seus olhos cerúleos observavam os vultos desconhecidos percorrendo o salão oneroso que seu pai alugara apenas para causar uma boa impressão. Logo, a jovem captou o olhar preocupado que a monitorava cuidadosamente. O olhar materno que dera origem ao seu. O olhar á qual ela prometeu que hoje ela manteria o controle. Que hoje ela não iria estragar tudo. Suas mãos frígidas tremiam com a pressão que exerceram sobre ela. Junto com o sentimento de estar sobrecarregada vinha o medo. Se o medo viesse a tona, seu lado soturno viria também. Suas mãos frígidas agora tremiam ainda mais. “Querida se junte a nós na mesa”. Ela não queria comer. Ela não queria se juntar a ninguém. “Por favor, me deixe sozinha” Ela desejou em sua mente. Tarde demais. O aroma da refeição servida a causava náuseas. Seus pulmões se reprimiam enquanto o desespero tomava conta de si. Havia muito barulho. Risadas, Taças sendo brindadas, A boa carne sendo mastigada, Garfos estalando nos pratos de porcelana. Havia muito. Muito mais do que ela conseguia aguentar. “Calem a boca” - Ela pensou. As lágrimas rolavam involuntariamente pela sua face aflita. Um sorriso trêmulo tentava manter a calma e acompanhar a risada alta que ecoava o cômodo. Uma mão tocou seu ombro. “Arizona, está tudo bem?” - As palavras soaram como um ruído baixo em meio á todo aquele alvoroço. O contato da mulher desconhecida em seu ombro nu a trouxe um terrível desconforto. Mas ela não poderia estragar tudo. Não hoje. “O que você disse? Pode repetir, por favor?” A menina tentou ser educada com a mulher preocupada. Sua voz saiu desesperada. O choro já a tinha dominado. A aflição. O medo. Enquanto sentia sua garganta fechar e sua consciência desbotar, ela alucinou palavras que por muitas vezes já havia escutado. “Se controla, sua vadia louca. Mais uma vez você arruinou tudo”. O peso de tentar manter o controle enquanto a sua outra parte queria dominá-la não a deixava respirar. Todos rindo. Mais barulho. “Calem a boca” - Ela pensou. Um homem tossia. Uma criança chorava. Mais barulho. A mão da mulher apertara agora forte seu ombro e a jovem sentira seus ossos se amassando. Ela não poderia estragar tudo. “CALEM A PORRA DA BOCA!” Dessa vez ela não apenas pensou. As palavras brutas saíram de sua boca num grito, e em um ato desesperado, ela agarrou o garfo em cima da mesa e o cravou na mão que descansava em seu ombro. Ela estragou tudo. Seu grito foi o suficiente para que ela pudesse respirar novamente. O grito da mulher com a mão pingando puro sangue foi o suficiente para ela cair na realidade. Todos estavam em silêncio. Havia pavor no olhar deles. Seu coração parou ao perceber o que ela tinha feito. Rapidamente a menina se levantou, e agora, deixando para trás o alvoroço que pela primeira vez no dia se iniciou. Ela tinha estragado tudo.