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@volatilepersonality
Hey, daily reminder that Narancia literally had no home after his mom died because she was the only one of his parents that cared about him at all. His father was abusive, neglecting him completely. Half his motivation was joining the gang to have a home again at any place safe, and Bruno was safe. A guy worth working for, respectable and his hero to care when no one else had and Bruno didn’t have to do anything to the extent he did.
100 ways to say ‘ i love you ’ sentence starters ↪ skins uk edition. alter as you see fit
“wake up [name], you twat.”
“do you want a coke or something?”
“can i carry your books?”
"i like that you’re funny Iooking.”
"oh thank you, you’re so nice.”
"you fancy me?”
"i think that could have gone a lot worse, don’t you?”
"we’ll miss you, won’t we?”
[ text ] : EAT
"have you always had that mole?”
"i’m respecting. believe me, i’m respecting.”
"you alright? do you want to dance?”
"do you want me to walk you home?”
"we’ll make ourselves comfy, yeah?”
“shall i give you head?”
"i’m gonna get an early night. coming to bed?”
"i’ll give you head - that’s friendship.”
“but what about you? you’ve got bigger problems than me.”
"i like your hair.”
"and i’m really, really sorry for being a slut, okay?”
"i realised something. i’ve been an idiot.”
"and i was hoping maybe you’d give me another chance?”
"you’re clever, funny, and … very, very pretty.”
"so i’ll see you around.”
”[name], you came! i mean, cool, i mean … i wasn’t sure you would.”
“do you think they’ll give us a joint cell?”
"i don’t want this to be difficult.”
"did you get beaten up?”
"i want to speak to you, and i think you want to speak to me.”
"kiss me again.”
"come on, i’m taking you for breakfast.”
"happy birthday, mate.”
"there’s something i have to get off my chest and if i don’t, i’m afraid everything might just totally go to shit.”
"come to bed with me. please.”
"you’re my best friend, but i really don’t know what the fuck you’re on about most of the time.”
"see? i remembered your favourite.”
"look, sorry, [name]. but your mum says we gotta take you home.”
"come out. i’ll get you dancing.”
"do i have to gay you now?”
"right, i know it might seem a bit fast, but, well, i think we’re ready, so, er, [name] … i want you to move in with me.”
"let’s talk. fill me in with everything. every little detail.”
"we can carry on pretending, if it makes you feel any better.”
"and i fucking love you.”
"wow! you’ve got a wacker lot of doughnuts.”
"cheeky.”
"thanks for keeping schtum.”
"hi, i made tea.”
"i brought vodka. was that right?”
"i’ll show you how to do a blowjob.”
"i missed you… i missed you too much.”
"i think you can do anything.”
"it’s also nice just being with you, when you’re not being a prick, that is.”
"you alright?”
"i know you, [name]. i know you’re lonely. i think you need someone to want you. well, i do want you. so be brave. and want me back!”
"fuck you.”
"can’t we just sit like this … for a bit?”
"this is a once-only charity event, you understand?”
"i bought a fucking gateaux.”
"please. can we start again?”
"facebook really needs to hear about this.”
"you’re very stalkable.”
"i was scared!”
"i am so proud of you.”
"don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
"she’s lovely, isn’t she?”
"you look nice in that dress.”
"you are doing so well, sweetheart.”
"so you’re mental, and i’m useless.”
"so, what are we doing next, mystery girl?”
"i’ll never forget you.”
"hi. i got eggs. we can have eggs, yeah? and red bulls and pain au chocolat.”
"i’d die for you. i love you. i love you so much and it’s killing me.”
"don’t take any crap this time.”
"badass.”
"you’ve totally got, like, ‘fuck me’ eyes, girl. totally ‘fuck me sideways’ eyes.”
"maybe we can go together.”
"don’t be an ass hat and people will like you more.”
"i’m trying to understand your way, but you won’t let me.”
"you’ve got quite a rep, but you’re actually pretty sound.”
"you’ve got to stick it to the man, bruv.”
"you need to sort yourself out.”
"remember when we were kids and we used to talk about just… just fucking it, running away and becoming roadies?”
"everything is going to be fine, i promise you.”
"hi, you look nice.”
"you may live your life as you want.”
"we’ll do a girls’ night in.”
"you’re a shape-shifter of happiness.”
"it’s not like we’re getting married! it was one dinner!”
"thank you, my henna-handed honcho.”
"i’m sorry. i was just looking for somewhere a bit quiet.”
"it’s heavenly.”
"why aren’t you here?”
"i tried to ring you.”
"everything’s better. here you are again.”
"i’ll dance with you.”
"what’s happened to you, [name]?”
"i didn’t wanna tell you this when you were all smitten and shit but you can do better.”
“oh, my god! oh, my god! i’m so glad you came!”
"i promise. everything’s going to be alright.”
"i love you.”
Okay, since the blog’s a mess, I’m going to be wiping almost all of my posts that aren’t headcanons. Consider this a starter call to start things anew.
I’ve been seeing nothing but red, and it’s so vivid that the whole town is painted in it
@virushaze liked for a starter
Narancia was now a part of the gang, under Buccelatti’s leadership, just what they were aiming for. The test was a breeze with the lighter permanently standing upright, lit underneath glass, and luckily already with a stand before a small skirmish. Only a couple of hours had been left before the handover, the stand in shadow was more annoying than recent days spent on the streets waiting for a new home and static lifestyle.
Standing there in front of the one held in the highest regard for noticing a dying teen and helped when no one else would. He was also the one that told him what to do, and because of that, they would always be thankful. The first smile in years broke out, nothing forced or faked -- just a natural smile, “Thank you, you’ve yet to tell me -- what is your name? It’ll be very helpful since we’ll be working together from now on, my name is Narancia Ghirga.”
A name that had never been their own until now, a name to replace the one tied to his past and be something solely related to their mom. It just felt right, just as much as being with the other two from that day and now from here on as Narancia’s life now forfeited to the gang, to Bruno Buccellati.
a fairy: don't consume any food from this realm unless you're prepared to remain here for an
me, immediately shoving an entire unpeeled orange in my mouth: Unfortunate
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Faith held every bit of importance in all aspects of life when knowing it since the start of memories. Ghosts, an afterlife, and the supernatural were all unquestioned, and exactly why for a short time living in the material world was shirked like it meant nothing. Eyes shifted as the new surroundings filled Narancia’s vision. This was the first time since coming to Moroih with Serina that anything like this existed with a sudden appearance. It was strange, to say the least, to only have one other person in the vicinity of this area. A girl that looked their age colored only in pink, even down her hair and eyes, she had to know something!
“You, please tell me where I am --- I have no idea, and in the two years I’ve been here, there’s never been anything like this.”
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A sigh left their lips, arms moving to rest hands against the back of the head. It felt like forever since the last time they had seen each other, so that change only left them wondering what it was on her end that was the cause. Either way, Narancia was glad to see Kimiko again.
“What have you been up to? Anything crazy on your end?” When it came to everything happening on their end, it was business as usual. Days were met with wild events and downtime that made the others in Narancia’s world seem normal like nothing else was going on.
Okay, since the blog’s a mess, I’m going to be wiping almost all of my posts that aren’t headcanons. Consider this a starter call to start things anew.
WHAT MONSTER FROM FOLKLORE PROTECTS YOU?
tagged: i stole it from @myentropy tagging: dO IT
The banshee, is a creature from Irish Folklore. Though not inherently malevolent, it is said to be a dark omen. The ghostly cries of a weeping woman drift in the air, warning any unfortunate soul who hears of impending death. Following her like the train of a morbidly beautiful wedding dress, a thick fog envelops her skin as she croons a sorrowful, haunting song which is filled with concern and love for her family. This song can be heard a few days before the death of a family member and in most cases the song can only be heard by the person for whom it is intended. Some even go to argue that it is the banshee's unwitting song which kills the person. You care very strongly about your family and friends. Your loyalty towards those whom you care for is unconditional. You are an excellent and reliable friend, trustworthy enough to bear even the darkest of secrets. Secrets which you would gladly carry to the grave unless of course, they harm your loved ones. You will fight tooth and nail to protect the ones you care for, restraint left abandoned. The banshee admires your resilience and passion. It desires to aid you in protecting those you love and to help you navigate a harsh reality just be warned and keep a close eye on the people you love,Your undying loyalty may just become their undoing...
Since tumblr’s trash and won’t let me simply link the video without breaking the link on his about page-- here’s the voice I picked for Narancia.
radicalbrownbabe:
shoutout to the survivors who are not forgiving, who do not believe that what happened to them was ‘for a reason’, who know they did not deserve it, who are angry at what happened to them, and who do not show the typical ‘good victim’ trope. You all get so much shit from people about how you should act from your trauma because only ‘good victims’ are deserving of empathy and support. You deserve so much more than that.
⚓ (keep my muse anchored - anxiety, nightmare, etc.) + 🗝️ (share a quiet moment)
random acts / @resolvebled / accepting
Some horrors could never be covered in the sheer terror they brought, and despite being a victim to his fair share of them, this went a step further. The packages they got that came with the worst reality just felt like it happened yesterday. The murder and death of two people that were regarded as a family were just gone now. Cruelly cut into pieces while still alive, and the other one watched it happen. The message clear as day to not reach so high or receive the same fate, but it couldn’t be forgotten even if Risotto told them all to move on.
Sorbet’s body was returned to a more natural state, stitched back together once the formalin was removed for a proper funeral and burial. It might not have been much, but it was more than good enough that they were laid to rest at all. In the church, the remaining nine sat in the pews to pay their respects before one by one they left until there were only three left before watching Hermes go. Time dragged on slowly and felt like it had been hours and hours simultaneously with the silence that fell between the boy on the cusp of fifteen and the twenty-five year old.
Narancia’s head turned upward, looking at his leader who appeared as calm as anyone could expect out of a man, so level headed. A curious mind was left to wonder just what was going through his head when returning to looking ahead. Was he earnest on telling them to forget it when he remained here long after the rest, it was nothing short of confusing with the contradiction between words and action. All Narancia knew was that it was hard to stay calm about this despite his usual behavior akin to his boss from what could be read.
Eyebrows furrowed, the long silence broken as he shifted, about to speak what he hadn’t even brought up with Hermes during his attempt to compartmentalize the memory and feelings tied to recent events. “How --- how can I just be expected to move on like it’s nothing when you can’t even do the same, Boss. It’s your order, and I am trying but...” a shakey breath was taken, hands became clasped -- held tightly together on his lap. It felt odd that a heart regarded as dead could ever bring feelings like these “there is a rage burning deep down I can’t seem to suppress.”
Even if Narancia was regaining his ability to properly heal, regain healthy emotions, and become expressive once again with a will to continue living, he never recovered the proper capacity to feel physical pain the same way. Anything connected to the feeling of hurt only meets detachment in the form of registering any markups or not even noticing it until someone else points it out. Whenever wincing or saying ouch, it’s empty and an involuntary reaction on his part.
Narancia could be covered in wounds to a detrimental case and behave like everything is normal from that numbness. It is rare for the opposite to occur with that in mind, only a thing due to hypersensitivity and overload. All acts of standing his ground in fights are explained mostly by this, sheer determination and drive to protect and win take a back seat in the end as they remain a small percentage for Narancia’s reality.
This sense was always hard to grasp since the start of memories able to be recalled with ADHD in mind. In his childhood, there was more of a response to anything that hurt, but as time went on the perception was getting more and more muddled before the trauma just voided it.
1st rule. tag 9 muses you would like to know better 2nd rule. BOLD the statements that are true for your muse
tagged by. stolen from @duplikiss tagging. anyone that wants to do it
muse. Malaya Narancia Ghirga
fc. himself + momo/momo’s mom
occupation. gangster (bodyguard), arts and crafts store employee, singer (post verse on Trish’s request under the name Malaya), assassin, student age. 14-17+ sexuality. biromantic asexual pronouns. he/him primarily, she/her + they/them secondary
APPEARANCE.
I am 5'7" or taller
I wear glasses
I have at least one tattoo
I have at least one piercing
I have blonde hair
I have brown eyes
I have short hair
My abs are at least somewhat defined
I have or have had braces
PERSONALITY.
I love meeting new people
People tell me that I’m funny
Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me
I enjoy physical challenges
I enjoy mental challenges
I’m playfully rude with people I know well
I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it
There is something I would change about my personality
ABILITY.
I can sing well
I can play an instrument
I can do over 30 pushups without stopping
I’m a fast runner
I can draw well
I have a good memory
I’m good at doing math in my head
I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute
I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling
I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch
I know how to throw a proper punch
HOBBIES.
I enjoy playing sports
I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else
I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else
I have learned a new song in the past week
I work out at least once a week
I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months
I have drawn something in the past month
I enjoy writing
I do or have done martial arts
EXPERIENCES.
I have had my first kiss
I have had alcohol
I have scored the winning goal in a sports game
I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting
I have been at an overnight event
I have been in a taxi
I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year
I have beaten a video game in one day
I have visited another country
I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts
RELATIONSHIPS.
I’m in a relationship
I have a crush on a celebrity
I have a crush on someone I know
I have been in at least 3 relationships
I have never been in a relationship
I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them
I get crushes easily
I have had a crush on someone for over a year
I have been in a relationship for at least a year
I have had feelings for a friend
MY LIFE.
I have at least one person I consider a “ best friend ”
I live close to my school
My parents are still together
I have / had at least one sibling
I live in the United States
There is snow right now where I live
I have hung out with a friend in the past month
I have a smartphone
I have at least 15 CDs
I share my room with someone
RANDOM SHIT.
I have break-danced
I know a person named Jamie
I have had a teacher with the last name that’s hard to pronounce
I have dyed my hair
I’m listening to one song on repeat right now
I have punched someone in the past week
I know someone who has gone to jail
I have broken a bone
I have eaten a waffle today
I know what I want to do with my life
I speak at least 2 languages
If you think canon Narancia is feral get ready for la squadra/assassin Narancia. He does shit like this and doesn’t even remove the peel of foods like bananas, just eats it as is. He also has this kind of personality ft. Hermes or Risotto.
