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#Bruno is the godfather of all the children
acewithapaintbrush · 2 years
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I read about a tradition in Spain that was just perfect for a small "Encanto Easter Story" because I could finally use my headcanon that Bruno is the godfather of every single grandchild. 
Please enjoy some wholesome good Tio Bruno content:
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Easter mass is finally over. The church had been packed, like it always is on Domingo de Pascua, and for Bruno the service had been peaceful and nerve-wrecking in equal measures. He had spent the entire time gripping the cross hanging around his neck to keep from knocking on the wooden bench and disrupting the sermon. 
Nerves shot or not: Bruno had missed this. The singing and the praying and the stillness in between. 
He had not missed the side eyes and the occasional whisper directed his way. But that's just the way things have always been. No matter how much more decent the villagers have been treating him these past couple of months, he will always be an oddity, the unknown and mysterious and sometimes scary seer of the Madrigals. 
Bruno can deal with that, especially with his family by his side. Mirabel holding his hand and Dolores leaning against his shoulder, Camilo occasionally leaning forward to make funny faces at a bored Antonio until Felix scolds him and tells him to pay attention to the Padre. 
Yes. He can deal with anything.
But mass is over and they have returned to Casita. Bruno feels a silver of apprehension and fidgets with his ruana (a nice one, the one he only wears to church). Julieta seems to have picked up on his nervousness, because she bumps his shoulder and smiles at him. It always surprises him how much those little affirmations can boost his confidence. With a deep breath he nods at her and hurries into the kitchen to gather the surprise he has prepared for the children. 
The Mona de Pascua, the traditional Easter cake that is passed from the godfather to his godchildren to be shared, sits just as wobbly and misshapen on its plate as it did last night. Bruno had insisted on making it himself, without Julieta's help. Seeing it now, he kinda wishes that he'd accepted her offer. It is not round at all and the chicken he'd tried to form out of chocolate to be placed on top looks more like a chicken that has been run over. 
The kids will probably hate it. 
"Ay hermanito. It doesn't look so bad." 
Bruno gives Pepa, who has followed him into the kitchen, the stink eye. "The fact that you need to tell me that tells me everything I need to know." 
Pepa snorts and ruffles his hair. He hates when she does that (no he doesn't) and ducks away from her. 
"Well it looks… unique?" 
Bruno scowls at the cake. It's the first one he's made since his disappearance so of course he is out of practice. But that's exactly why he had wanted it to be extra special. 
Sometimes he still can't believe that his sisters have made him the godfather for all of their children. Hard to believe that everything had started because of an innocent promise in their teens, either. When a nervous Bruno had sat his sisters down to tell them that he doubts that he will ever want children of his own. 
He had been worried and scared, unsure of how his sisters, who were already discussing baby names at the tender age of 16, would react. But he shouldn't have worried. They had simply declared that, in that case, he would make the perfect godparent for their own children. They had promised him that the first born grandchild would be his to spoil rotten. As is the job of every godparent, apparently. 
When Julieta had given birth to Isa first, Pepa had been so distraught that Bruno had offered to be her child's godfather as well. One more wouldn't make such a big difference. 
By the time Luisa had been born, the villagers had started to call him "Bad Luck Bruno", had started to curse his name and had insisted that he was bringing nothing but misfortune to everyone and everything he touched. 
Julieta had placed baby Luisa into his arms and had said "None of that is true. Don't believe a single word they say. I trust you with my second child as well, Brunito. Always remember that when it gets too much." 
When Camilo had been born, Pepa had followed her sister's example and Mirabel a few months later had just felt like the next logical step. 
Godfather to four beautiful sobrinas and a sobrino. Bruno had been so happy. Every time he'd felt like the words of the villagers were getting to him, he had just remembered his sister's words instead and had gathered them all close for a tight hug. 
Looking at Pepa now, smirking at his sorry cake, he just regrets that he wasn't around for Antonio's birth as well. 
"Listen, Pepa. I know I'm not Tonito's godfather, but I would like to include him as well. I don't want him to feel left out and I kinda consider him mine as well, you know, so I just thought that-" 
"What are you talking about?" Pepa interrupts his rambling. "Of course you are Antonio's godfather."
"Wait. I am?" 
"Yeah. Well, not 'officially' with the church. We had to make Julieta the godmother to get the baptism done but we left the space for the godfather blank and later put you down as his godfather in our will. Hey, maybe we could ask the Padre to repeat the ceremony or whatever you do when you want to add a godfather later on."
"I'm not sure that's even possible." 
"Oh well. No matter. Like I said, we put it down in our testament and it's not like Juli would challenge you about this."
Bruno can only stare at his older sister. "But why? I was… gone."
Pepa grimaces. She doesn't like to be reminded of that time. None of them particularly do. "You are the godfather for all of our children. I wasn't going to change that just because you weren't… around." Suddenly she turns away and her shoulders start to shake. Just the tiniest bit. "Not making you the godfather would have felt like giving up. And no matter what you might think, I never gave up hope that you would come back one day. One day my little brother would return and he would be the most wonderful godfather to my youngest, just like he'd been to all of them. I just had to believe that, or I would have… I would have-"
Bruno wraps his arms around his sister from behind and buries his face between her shoulder blades. Pepa exhales shakily, grips his arms and lowers her head. 
"I will Pepi! I won't ever disappoint you again. I will take good care of Antonio and the others." 
"I know you will."
They stand like that for a long time until the children all stumble into the kitchen. Bruno and Pepa break apart and he can see her inconspicuously wipe away some tears. Before the kids can notice and question her, he takes the plate and holds it up with a flourish. As if it doesn't hold the most sad looking cake anyone has ever seen. 
"Felices Pascuas!" 
None of the children laugh when they see their special cake. In fact, they are all delighted and every one of them demands the biggest piece. In the end Bruno gives it to Antonio, since it is his first one. There is some grumbling but they are good kids and congratulate their smallest on his big serving. 
And as Bruno finds himself surrounded by all six of his godchildren and sharing the Mona de Pascua with them, he can't help but smile. 
It tastes a lot better than it looks. 
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Please accept some artistic freedom when it comes to how baptism and godparents work. Let's just say that the Encanto is a closed community and it got its own rules.
Happy Easter!
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ddarker-dreams · 2 years
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Idk if you’ve already done this or not, but if you haven’t bucci hang finding out sr reader is pregnant please and like how they would be during reader’s pregnancy
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I'M ON IT 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ 
[Planned it]
Giorno
He just kinda.... holds you for a few minutes. No words are spoken, yet you don’t think they’re necessary; it’s as if your souls eclipsed and become one for the briefest instance. The two of you had discussed this at great length before, but actually experiencing it feels so much different. When he pulls back, he cups your face in his hands. He’s confident that you’re going to be a wonderful mother. Underneath his joy, he can’t help but wonder if he’ll be a good father. The closest thing he had to a father figure was a nameless gangster who watched over him from afar. Giorno wants to give your child the love he never had growing up. Sensing his internal conflict, you reassure him that you’ve both got this. He won’t be alone in navigating these concerns. You remind him that you’re both a team (though you proudly claim to be team captain, to which he chuckles), soothing away his budding fear. He’ll set aside as much time as he can from his Don obligations to dote on you. 
Bruno
This is a day that will live forever in his mind. Bruno looks at you like you’re the only person in the world. While you may never know this since he finds it embarrassing, he used to fantasize about the idea of building a family with you. Maybe retiring from Passione and moving back to his childhood town, getting a house on the water, taking your children to all the best fishing spots his dad taught him about. While carrying out this exact fantasy might not be in the cards yet, being with you is already a dream come true. Expect to be picked up and spun around (until he worries that you might get dizzy and puts you down with the utmost gentleness). The man is beaming, taking your hands in his, thanking you over and over. He lost his family at a young but is now able to be part of a new one with you. Not even five minutes later, he’s planning out the dimensions and wallpaper for the future nursery...
[Messed around with the idea — still a surprise pregnancy]
Mista
His eyes get all wide and he cannot wipe the smile off his face. He keeps asking really? Really? In this high pitched voice to confirm whether or not this is actually happening. Pistols are cheering at the prospect of having “Number Seven” and start heatedly debating who should get to be the godfather. Mista almost tackle hugs you, mutters a quick oh shit after remembering he should probably treat you delicately now, then covers his mouth. Quietly asks if the baby could hear that or not (you say you doubt it). He’s always been more of a go with the flow type, but increases his intentionality in the months that follow. He starts practicing how to change diapers on a doll (Pistols snitched on this to you). No matter how flustered you get due to the side effects of pregnancy, his chill aura always remains. He’s great at keeping you grounded — almost nothing fazes him. You could ask him to bake you cookies at two in the morning and he’s on it stat. No complaints, just an endless well of love for his cute wife. 
Narancia
He’s smothering your face in smooches because of how hype he is. Narancia becomes an unbridled ball of energy, practically bouncing off the walls, firing a thousand questions per second. When does the kicking start? Can the little one hear him yet? Before you can give an answer, he’s already kneeling, speaking in a soft tone in the general direction of your stomach. Introduces himself as “your super cool papa” and is already giving name suggestions. You weren’t sure what reaction to anticipate but this display is beyond heartwarming. Narancia is swearing that the little one is going to have the best parents ever, that he can’t wait to meet them, and encourages them “to keep doing your best in there” while gesturing at your stomach. Narancia will be telling everyone in the general vicinity that you’re with child while puffing out his chest. If someone takes your seat on the bus, he’s ready to jump them, even when you explain it’s fine because you’re not showing yet. He’s basically counting down the days until your due date. 
[UH OH very much a surprise pregnancy]
Fugo
You can practically see him doing all the calculations in his head to determine the percentage of this happening. The number he arrives at is astronomically low, since you both took precautions to prevent this from happening. While he thinks he’s in a better place mentally compared to his teenage years, self-doubt swirls in his mind, and he stands there shell-shocked until you keep calling his name. Fugo already wrestles with the insecurity that you could do better than being with someone like him, he just never thinks he can be good enough. Sitting down and talking things over with you helps a lot. He apologizes — saying that it’s you he should be focusing on right now — but you never demean him or look impatient. He solemnly swears that if you want to keep the child, he’ll give it his all too. What starts out as apprehension cold as winter melts into the budding excitement of spring as the months progress. You both attend parenting classes, he’s reading more developmental psychology books than you can count, and he shows up to every doctor’s appointment thirty minutes early. It makes you wish he could see the good in himself that you see everyday. 
Abbacchio
Abbacchio is conflicted to say the least, but to no fault of your own. This is a big commitment. Naturally, he’s committed to you, it’s just that he never gave much thought to raising a kid. He’s worried he’ll screw up somehow and ruin the child for life. If you decide to keep it, he’ll take responsibility of course, there’s just a lot for him to work through mentally. He circumvents this by almost overfocusing on you and neglecting himself. He’ll make sure you’re always comfortable, shoos you off whenever you try to do chores, starts putting in extra hours to further cushion your finances. Keeping busy is an effective method for a while, until he starts to get burnt out. Up until that point, he’s tip-toed around the conversation whenever you try to bring it up, but you finally manage to get his real thoughts when you start crying. He can never stand to see you cry. He lets everything out, the good, the bad, the ugly. Everything can’t be resolved and neatly tied up in a single evening, but it’s a good place to start. Abbacchio feels closer to you and somewhat more secure about the future. 
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halseyquinn · 1 year
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It’s been a while since I last posted something - I was really lacking inspiration (and time ;) But then I recently rewatched the ballet “The Nutcracker“ by Tchaikovsky and one of the characters (I will explain this in detail later) reminded me so much of Bruno and I suddenly had the idea to make a crossover with Encanto and here it is! 
I’ll quickly summarize the plot for everyone who doesn’t know the ballet (there isn’t that much plot, since it’s more about the music and dancing, but nevertheless): The family Stahlbaum is celebrating Christmas evening together with friends, among others the mysterious magician Drosselmeyer who also happens to be one of the daugther’s (Clara’s) godfather (I always thought he was her uncle, but well…). Drosselmeyer puts on a little magical show for the children and hands out presents, including a nutcracker for Clara. Later, after the celebration is over, Clara stays a little while longer in the room on her own - and suddenly the presents come to live. The nutcracker gets attacked by a fierce army of mice, led by the Mouse King. Clara helps defeat them and the nutcracker gets transformed into a prince, who now leads Clara to his magical kingdom full of wonders. There seem to be several endings, but the one I know (and also like best) is that Clara eventually finds herself waking up from a wonderful dream.
So, basically there’s everything one needs for an Encanto crossover: the mysterious and magical (but also good-natured) godfather/uncle wearing a flowy garment, a curious young girl discovering a magical world and lots of little rodents ;) I imagined Bruno and Mirabel taking a liking to this ballet and then acting out a little Christmas/holiday performance for the rest of the family with Bruno as Drosselmeyer and Mirabel as Clara with her nutcracker (Mirabel definitely sewed the costumes, too!) - of course the Mouse/Rat King (or Queen LOL) doesn’t get harmed in their version – they just get a piece of cheese and are all friendly again :)
I wish everyone who reads this Happy Holidays (or just generally a good time)! <3
Disclaimer: Encanto and its characters belong to Disney.
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Pepa I wanted to ask did you and Julieta ever made Bruno godfather to one of your kids?
We made the decision to make Bruno godfather to all of our children. He always loved kids, but had no desire have any of his own, so we decided to make him godfather to all our children so he can have that closer connection to them. As far as Antonio went, I told mama I initially didn't have a godfather for him, but that was because I had hope that Bruno would come back so he could finally meet him.
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nellycanwrite · 2 years
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Encanto
⋄❥ Love Me For Eternity (Ongoing, Main work)
In which you and Bruno are childhood friends, fall in love, get married, have kids, Bruno foresees the impending doom of the Encanto, and it is your duty to protect the town from war.
⋄❥ Campfire and Sand (One Shot) 
In which Bruno did not realize he left more than just a broken heart.
⋄❥ Mi Valentina (Drabble) 
In which Bruno visits the grave of his love.
⋄❥ Woes of a Parent (LMFE Stand Alone) 
You and Bruno grieve the loss of your first child.
⋄❥ The Dawn of November (LMFE Stand Alone)
In which Bruno finally gets to hold his children for the first time.
⋄❥ Villain!Bruno AU (One Shot and Imagine)
In which Bruno realizes his deep rooted hate and seeks revenge.
⋄❥ Mateo’s Reverie; His Alejandra
Where Mateo, Bruno’s godfather, met the love of his life for the first time.
⋄❥ Ruana, a Father’s Day Special
Where the triplets give Bruno a gift he would always cherish, even behind the walls.
⋄❥ Moth to a Flame (GB!Evalina x GB! Bruno)
Where Evelino, right after herding the sheep, rushes to look for the love of his life, Bruna.
⋄❥ [ NSFW 18+ ] Good Night, Pendejo (Bruno Madrigal x Reader)
Where you and Bruno have one final night before he disappears into the walls.
⋄❥ The Reason Why Javi Wears Glasses and Ignacio has a Scar
Where two brothers fight and use their gifts against each other.
Character Art and Descriptions:
⋄❥ Mateo Alcantara (Art and Description)
Bruno’s Godfather and Pedro’s childhood friend; watchman of the mountains and shepherd of the Encanto.
⋄❥ The Menaces (Art)
Bruno’s triplets at three years old.
⋄❥ Mi Alejandra (Art)
When Mateo first saw Alejandra.
Writing Prompts from Asks:
⋄❥ Young!Bruno and Reader
Where Bruno thinks he is allergic to you (but really, he just has a crush on you)
⋄❥ Gray Hairs (Bruno x GN!Reader) 
You wanted to pluck out Bruno’s gray hairs, but he runs for his life in fear they will multiply three-fold.
Elvis Presley
⋄❥ Our Son (Austin Butler!Elvis Presley x Filipino!Reader)
Where you decide to tell Elvis that he is not the father of your son.
⋄❥ A Limousine Ride (Austin Butler!Elvis Presley x Filipino!Reader)
Where Elvis offers you and your son a ride to his hotel.
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever
Namor:
⋄❥ His Queen (K’uk’ulkan x Filipino!Reader)
Where Namor asks you to become queen of Talokan.
⋄❥ [ NSFW 18+ ] His Timeless Love (K'uk'ulkan x Reincarnator!Filipino!Reader)
In which K’uk’ulkan tells you the story of the four times he fell in love with you and the three times he saw you die.  
Attuma:
⋄❥ A Request; Part 1 (Attuma x Talokanil!Princess!Reader)
In which Attuma swears his undying loyalty for you, even if it meant being as shameless as to declare his love to a princess when was but a mere warrior.
⋄❥ An Order ; Part 2 (Attuma x Talokanil!Princess!Reader)
In which Attuma would soon realize that his own counsel would put you in jeopardy—bloodied and near death in his arms as you gave him your first order as princess.
Fanart:
⋄❥ At Ease
POV: K'uk'ulkan only feels at ease with you.
⋄❥ “...a child of Bulan with the voice of an enchantress.”
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silverloreley · 1 year
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Hi again! I was wondering, one of the reasons you headcanon Bruno as Carlos' father is because of his name. Carlos is a Spanish name, yet Cruella is British, so it would make sense for Carlos' father to be from a Spanish-speaking country. But Carlos has a cousin, Diego (presumably the son of Cruella's brother Cecil), who appears in the first two Isle books. Why do you think he was given a Spanish name too? Did Bruno have some influence over his nephew's name? Did Diego's mother speak Spanish?
Well, my explanation for Carlos' name is very Watsonian, mind you. From a Doylist point of view, the name was likely picked because Cameron Boyce was half-black and a Spanish name fit him better. Therefore we can deduce Diego's name was possibly picked to fit the pattern.
That said, well, yes, it could be that Diego's mother is a Spanish speaker or even, a thing I suggested in the past, that there are Spanish roots somewhere in the de Vil lineage, some grandparent or even Cruella and Cecil's father, who knows?
From how I rebuild the de Vil family tree (for Descendants and Descendants only!) I consider the first Cruella the one portrayed by Emma Stone, she later had children of her own, one of which fathered the Cruella of Glenn Close, who is the mother (or grandmother if we add Malevola to the line) of the one we have in Descendants (who would be the same one as the cartoon, I guess, although they look nothing alike). Who's to say where in the family line a Spanish husband could have entered? Glenn Close's Cruella seemed against marriage but that doesn't mean she could have not had kids.
So, something like that:
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Or, skipping Malevola, this:
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(I did them in, like, 15 minutes with family echo and it's past midnight here, sorry if they are unclear. Estella-Cruella is the Emma Stone one, Cruella (LA) is Glenn Close's)
And I know that wasn't the question, but we have at least two parents unaccounted for (the one Estella's child married and the current Cruella's father), plus one in the top scenario, which means Diego and Carlos can easily have one Spanish-speaking relative somewhere up there.
All that to say I don't have a precise idea about Diego's mother yet, lol. Perhaps one of the minor villains from Avalor? (I remember very little of the show though, save for Shuriki, who is very much not Diego’s mother)
It would also be very cute if uncle Bruno had some tie with the choice, maybe he's even Diego's godfather or something? Unlikely, though.
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retalhos-fragmentos · 2 years
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I came to tell you where I'm from. For those who don't know what my story is, I was born in the city of Lima Duarte, in the early 80's.....and what wonderful years!!!
I had a difficult, humble and immensely happy childhood! I was raised on the lands of Pirapetinga and grew up on Mr Sebastião Nogueira's farm. Man who, for the first time in my life, saved me from death when I was bitten by a rattlesnake. Part of my childhood I lived in Orvalho, the golden years of my life!!!
Her best time. I collected friends and memorable deeds. I fondly remember every friend I had as a child. As a teenager I moved to Penido. I started working very early and still studied at night. I thank my godfather Virgílio José da Fonseca Manso for giving me my first job when I was 12 years old. I always liked to study and I always said I would be a writer.
My biography is under construction. In it I tell my story and talk about the people who have passed through my life. I attended elementary school, then high school and a technical course in real estate transactions at CTU. In high school, I also knew violence in another form. I suffered an attempted sexual abuse and my friend and guardian Bruno Z. S. helped me through this troubled period.
In my youth I met my husband. He was the one thing I didn't plan for. We got married and had 2 children.
Always strive to serve others. This was my life motto!
And I'm proud to be born a woman and to be committed and a warrior
The events along my journey changed my will.
I applied at the beginning of my marriage and started working in December 2003 at the Igrejinha health unit. Where I work to date. After my children grew up I went to 2 colleges. Not because of status or salary, but to fulfill a personal dream.
As I always enjoyed reading, I read more than 500 titles throughout my life and the passion for writing also earned me many verses.
I remember fondly my great love, Cleber Carvalho....ah, how I loved that boy. It was my great love, but we'd rather cultivate the friendship than spoil it with the amorous outbursts of youth. I remember the first serenades my father would sing while listening to the radio in the morning.
I remember the bows my mother put in my hair, the food I stole from my daddy's helper's lunchboxes, the cigarette my father made me swallow lit, my heavy hoe and the beans and corn plants I cut and buried it for my father not to see. As a child I danced at balls and as a teenager
I jumped over the bonfire at the São João festivals, danced a square dance, participated in Professor Tedesco's festival. I don't forget these good times for anything. Thank God I was born with this privilege of being eclectic and living my life singing, writing, working, painting. And fighting I rose from the dust of the earth and made myself an incredible woman!
My parents were my mentors and my brothers my best friends! With the few friends I had, I keep wonderful memories and my admiration. To my angry fans I leave a prayer for them to forget me.
Now in adult life I once again had my life threatened by aggression. And I was saved by two co-workers. Geisilaine and Paola to whom I owe my life and my eternal gratitude. If they hadn't helped me, the aggressor would have killed me by hanging or strangling me.
Today I learned that I will have to be careful with who praises me too much, who hugs me too much, who frequents my house. I learned that care must be redoubled when someone who beats the chest and says he's MY FRIEND, because there are monsters disguised as princesses. Sometimes this "such" person praises my glass slipper, but in fact she wants to have my feet at all costs to put them on. I learned that the envious doesn't want to have what I have, he doesn't want to do the things I do. You don't want to have my friends, nor the light that you carry with me. The envious one, he just wants to be me at all costs!
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encantocrack · 2 years
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Encanto headcannons (yay)
- Bruno is Dolores's godfather. I think they are alike in quite a few ways so yeh idk it makes sense probably
- Agustín tried to teach everyone in the family piano, it went terribly.
- Félix, Dolores and Mirabel we're quite good though
- Pepa is fiercely protective of all her children and has “accidently” struck any person who dares say something rude about any of them
- When Isabela first got her gift she kept hitting Agustín in the face with plants
- Isabela is the WORST cook ever. Like house on fire, children screaming, straight out of a horror movie bad.
- Abuela once made a family groupchat and it ended in like 4 weeks of the whole family hating each other
- Dolores is not allowed to play board games anymore because she reveals everyone's secrets. She's just the banker now
- Camilo fakes injuries to get food
- Julieta knows but she think it's funny so doesn't care
- Luisa gives THE BEST hugs and pep talks
- Antonio made Bruno of all his rats likes, dislikes and names for his birthday
- He cried for three hours
- Camilo tries so hard to be mean to Mariano but him and Dolores think it's really funny
- Mariano had to stop himself from laughing because Antonio gave him a “if you hurt my sister my animals will eat you” talk before the wedding
- All the cousins have a monthly sleepover where they have epic dance and rap battles
- Dolores wins nearly every time
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rinnysega · 2 years
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A Catholic headcanon I have is that Pepa and Julieta are the godmothers for the others’ children and Bruno is godfather to all of his nieces and nephews except Antonio since he left before he was born
When Antonio was born, Agustín stepped forward to be his godfather, and while Pepa was happy for him to take that role, she missed Bruno so much during the ceremony it rained for like a week straight
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jasontoddiefor · 4 years
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Summary: Sometimes your best friend calls you at 3 am because his citizenship isn’t valid anymore, his marriage not legally acknowledged, and he kind of needs to marry you so he isn’t kicked out of the country. A comedy of errors in which Obi-Wan, Anakin and Padmé don't take the long road to becoming a family, but certainly the most complicated one. Marriage of convenience, ObiAniDala style.
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It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you
- Bruno Mars, Marry You
There were many things Obi-Wan didn’t expect at 3 am, such as somebody breaking into his house, which was possible but unlikely, or the apocalypse finally starting, which was impossible and unlikely. Mostly, he didn’t expect anything because he had grown out of his wild university student years and went to bed at reasonable hours so he was fast asleep at 3 am.
However, panicked calls from Anakin Skywalker were kind of normal.
Not that they should be, but they happened much more frequently than Obi-Wan cared to admit. Whether Anakin was fifteen or twenty-five, nothing much had changed in that time, not even the ringtone of Obi-Wan’s phone for him, only its model.
Tiredly, Obi-Wan reached for his phone in the dark, finding it somewhere on his night table.
“Hello?” he muttered into the speaker, not quite coherent yet.
“Obi-Wan!”
At the sound of Anakin’s panicked voice, Obi-Wan immediately sat up, all exhaustion forgotten. Over the years, the kind of tone Anakin’s voice reached when he was alarmed, had become an immediate trigger for Obi-Wan, forcing him to operate as if he were ready to give a three-hour lecture on the integration of the sonnet into English poetry.
“Anakin, is everything alright?” he asked, unnecessarily, as Anakin immediately began babbling over Obi-Wan.
“Can you come over, right now, we need your help.”
It took Obi-Wan barely a split second to register what exactly Anakin was asking. He glanced at the clock – it was the middle of the night. What could have happened- He sucked in a sharp breath.
“Are the twins alright?”
The only thing Obi-Wan could think of was that something had happened to the twins. The six-months-olds had had quite the ordeal behind them already. They had been born too early and Padmé, already weakened by the difficult pregnancy, had struggled during the birth. There had been too many complications and Obi-Wan still remembered that horrendous night, the long hours sitting next to Anakin in the waiting room, not knowing what was happening to Padmé.
And afterwards, he had spent quite a few nights over at their cramped home – meant for two adults, not two adults and two babies – helping them out. Padmé had rested and recovered while Anakin had cared for the children and her, and Obi-Wan had just made sure that everything in-between had run smoothly. Anakin and Padmé both had thanked him countless times already, but Obi-Wan didn’t know what for. They were his best friends, he was the twins’ godfather. If he didn’t come to help them, what kind of friend was he?
“No, the twins are alright,” Anakin reassured him immediately, though his voice didn’t lose any of its panic. “I just- I need to marry you. Kind of right now immediately, preferably before the weekend is over.”
“What.” Obi-Wan thought he had misheard. “Anakin, what are you talking about?”
“Can you just-“
Anakin’s voice faded from the speaker. Obi-Wan could hear some bickering, then a new person spoke. Padmé’s voice was lighter, higher than usual as well, but not quite as panicked as Anakin’s.
“Hello, Obi-Wan. Sorry for disturbing you at this hour but we have a problem. Could you be so kind and come over?”
“…Sure,” Obi-Wan replied after a pause. “Could you just give me ten minutes to get dressed?”
“You have still got some of your clothes here,” Anakin‘s voice rang out again, before he suddenly yelped and hissed, muttering something about sharp elbows. “Just- hurry, please.”
X
And so it came to be that Obi-Wan, dressed because he was not a heathen and it was chilly at night still, walked out of his house at three in the morning, and jumped into his car to drive downtown to the little apartment near the university campus that Anakin and Padmé shared. They had been meaning to move out since before they had even learned Padmé was expecting, but they hadn’t had the funds at first and then the time and now they were still living there. They were planning to move once the twins were a little older and easier to handle, but Obi-Wan already foresaw that this wouldn’t be any easier for them.
When he pulled into their street, Anakin was already standing in front of their house, dressed in an oversized hoodie and long, dark pants that were much too warm for this weather. The desert kid in Anakin would always make him freeze at all times. Summertime was alright, but during winter Anakin was always the first to get sick and cold and be absolutely miserable all around. He then always took great pleasure in sticking his hands and feet beneath the next warm willing body. Or unwilling if Anakin was sure you loved him enough to let him put his freezing hands on you.
Obi-Wan parked his car and was not even halfway out it when Anakin grabbed his hands and pretty much dragged him inside and then up through the staircase to his apartment. He didn’t say a word as he opened up the door, but his expression was concerning enough.
The apartment was slightly messier than when Obi-Wan had last seen it, clothes, photos, and documents alike flying around everywhere.
“So,” Obi-Wan asked as he looked around. “What is going on?”
Anakin opened his mouth, ready to let it all fall from his lips, but then shut his mouth and shook his head so that instead of replying, he was pushing Obi-Wan into his and Padmé’s bedroom. The bedroom was the biggest room in their small apartment. Their living room also doubled as offices and the kitchen was just cramped enough that it was full when you stood there with two people, doing absolutely nothing. In comparison to that, the bedroom was giant, even if it didn’t look like it with the wardrobe, bed, and the twins’ crib in it.
The babies were sleeping soundly in their crib while Padmé was sitting upright on the bed, her laptop in front of her, and another stack of documents lying around her.
“Good morning, Padmé” Obi-Wan greeted her.
She just smiled tiredly at him and waved.
“Morning, Obi-Wan, and sorry for all of this.” She gestured towards the documents and then at Anakin, who had already dropped on the bed, his head now resting on Padmé’s lap.
“Nothing I’m not already used to,” Obi-Wan replied, kicked off his shoes, and sat down next to Anakin’s legs. The first couple of times he had been around, he had been uncomfortable claiming a spot here, but he had long since gotten used to it.
“So,” he repeated his earlier question. “What is going on and why do I need to marry Anakin?”
“We have run into a major problem,” Pamdé said. “We got mail this morning. Yesterday morning.”
She paused and glanced at the watch on her wrist before sighing and handing Obi-Wan one of the papers he accepted quickly. “Anyway, we got mail from the state saying that Anakin has to leave the country next week or face legal consequences.”
“What?” Obi-Wan replied. “Wait, how can that be?”
He glanced down at the letter Padmé had given him, and true enough, it was an official one.
Obi-Wan was well aware that Anakin’s citizenship hadn’t always been in the clear. His mother had been brought to this country as a worker with no documents or even the right to decide what to do with herself. Anakin’s documents had been equally shady right up until Obi-Wan’s father had cleared them up. It was how they had met – Qui-Gon Jinn introducing little Anakin Skywalker and his mother, the latest cases of immigrants his law firm was helping, to Obi-Wan. The then 9-year-old Anakin had latched onto Obi-Wan pretty quickly. They had been friends ever since and gone through thick and thin together and some not so pretty years as well.
But all in all, Anakin shouldn’t have any trouble with his citizenship, especially not now. And if Anakin had trouble, Shmi would certainly as well.
“I don’t know!” Anakin said and threw up his hands. “We already called the residents’ registration office but they said that due to some-” He waved his hands, replacing the legal jargon with gestures. “-they don’t count anymore because they were bound to some temporary stay. I have no idea.”
Obi-Wan ran his hand through his hair. He knew some of the goings-on tied to immigration laws due to his father, but not all of them. However, he was still sure that whatever was going on here, it wasn’t correct.
“Okay, but we can get those renewed. It’s terrible right now, but we can file in a complaint and fight the order. It might take a few months, but I’m sure we can figure it out.”
Anakin only shook his head. “I don’t have a few months. It’s out now or fines or prison or something and we don’t exactly got the money.”
“But you’re married?” Obi-Wan frowned and looked at Padmé whose face had twisted into something dark and angry like he’d never seen before.
“That’s the second thing we’re wondering about. Our marriage, apparently, is not legally binding. And they just discovered it. Again, it’s something about my citizenship and the fact that we didn’t marry here but in Naboo. It’s freaking ridiculous but whenever we ask or try to inquire what we can do, I get told to go back to where I came from like I ever actually came from anywhere on Tatooine!”
Anakin’s voice got a little louder and they froze when suddenly a quiet whine rang out in the room. Simultaneously, the three of them turned to look at the crib.
“Oh, no, no, no-“ Anakin muttered and moved to get up, but Obi-Wan was quicker and closer.
“I’ll get them,” he said and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Obi-Wan stood up and walked over to the crib, picking up Leia first who stared up at him with her brown eyes. Their newborn blue coloring had darkened after only a couple weeks already, but Luke’s were still as blue as Anakin’s.
“Hey, little lady,” Obi-Wan whispered, holding Leia close before he gave her to Padmé. Then, turning around, saw that Luke was watching him as well.
“You too, darling?” He asked and took him into his arms before sitting down on the bed again, careful so that he wasn’t shaking Luke awake. With both children settled into Padmé and Obi-Wan’s arms, Anakin continued.
“So, the bottom line is, I don’t have anything that says I’m a Coruscant citizen or married to Padmé so the only thing we could think of was that I get married to somebody who has citizenship and therefor get to stay here like that until we figure out what’s actually going on.”
Anakin’s shoulders dropped. “Sorry to spring this on you like this but we are kind of desperate here. And if I don’t have citizenship and something happens to Padmé, the twins-“
Anakin doesn’t even have to say it out loud. Obi-Wan would know exactly where the twins would go.
“This is horrible,” he said. “And truly nothing else has worked out? Have you called any lawyers?”
“About a hundred,” Padmé sighed. “None of them can help and we couldn’t reach your father either.”
Right, Qui-Gon was on a humanitarian trip on… Obi-Wan didn’t even know. He hadn’t spoken to his father in a while, not since their last big fight. He really hadn’t been in the mood to put up with him.
“Okay,” Obi-Wan said, letting the thought take shape in his mind. “So, marriage?”
“Just for a short while,” Padmé reassured him. “It doesn’t have to be for long, only until we can get this sorted out again and then you can get divorced and we’ll bake you another cake as a thank you. We are really sorry about this and I know it sounds stupid but-“
“Hey, none of this is your fault,” Obi-Wan replied and with his one free arm, gently squeezed Padmé’s shoulder. “We’ll figure it out. Besides, marrying Anakin isn’t the worst thing I have done out of the blue.”
Anakin only eyed him suspiciously and Obi-Wan couldn’t help grinning. Anakin knew some of the really dumb things Obi-Wan had gotten into, but not all of them.
“How is this not the worst you have ever done,” Anakin echoed. “You’re marrying me so I can stay in the country.”
Obi-Wan could think of plenty of other things and was suddenly, for once, very happy he could use Anakin’s obliviousness to cheer him up.
“You don’t know what Quinlan and I got up to in our youth.”
“The more you mention it, the more do I think that I really don’t want to know it either,” Anakin muttered, shaking his head. Then he took a deep breath, eyes closed. A moment passed and only then he continued speaking. “But- you’ll do it-?”
“Of course, Anakin. You’re my best friend. How could I not help you out?” Obi-Wan watched the baby sleeping soundly in his arms, entirely unaware of the troubles his parents were in. They had gone through enough chaos in the last year, the least he could do was help them out. “When do you need to get married?”
“Tomorrow morning. Or today. At least if we want the paperwork to go through smoothly and quickly enough.” Anakin looked at Padmé who nodded in confirmation.
“And we’ll need somebody to marry us- Oh, hell, where will we even get somebody to marry us on such short notice?”
It was late spring, the season most couples decided to get married. The offices would be full and getting somebody who could marry them even just today-
Obi-Wan blinked.
“Quinlan is ordained.”
“What?”
Padmé and Anakin stared at him with deadpan expressions. Obi-Wan supposed this would make more sense to them if the two had spent more time around Quinlan than just a couple hours whenever their paths crossed at Obi-Wan’s birthday parties. His childhood friend was a wild spirit and Obi-Wan still wasn’t exactly sure what his job was, he seemed to change it every month. He did, however, have an amazing repertoire of skills and being ordained was just amongst them. He had married Luminara and Shaak Ti a couple of years back.
“I can call him,” Obi-Wan offered.
“Right now?” Padmé raised her brow. “Don’t you think he’ll be mad?”
“He’s used to such things,” Obi-Wan replied. “Kind of the same way I’m used to getting called from you at 3 in the morning, Anakin.”
Anakin had the decency to smile sheepishly.
“Are you sure?” Padmé continued. “This can wait until morning-“
“Except that it really can’t,” Obi-Wan interrupted her softöy. “Not if we want to make sure this is airtight.”
With some trouble as he was still holding Luke, Obi-Wan fished his phone out of his pants’ pocket and searched for Quinlan’s contact. Once he found it, he dialed the newest phone number he had, hoping it was still the correct one. It rang a couple of times before the other accepted the call and Obi-Wan put him on speaker.
“Obi-Wan!” Quinlan shouted, slightly slurring Obi-Wan’s name. “My man! What’s going on?” In the background, Obi-Wan could hear loud music. Quinlan must be out partying then. Obi-Wan hadn’t even known that there were clubs that were open on a Wednesday night at this hour still. But then again, their city had a very large university district.
“Quinlan, are you still ordained?” Obi-Wan asked.
“Am I still my main? Main what? Video game character?”
“Ordained,” Obi-wan repeated patiently. “Can you marry people?”
“Oh, yeah, sure! Just got my license renewed last week. Who needs to get married?”
“Me,” Obi-Wan said. “And Anakin Skywalker? Tall, blond, blue eyes, math genius-“
“I know your other half, Obi-Wan, honestly. And holy, shit, you’re finally marrying him?”
Obi-Wan paused to look up from his phone into the faces of Padmé and Anakin who looked just as confused as him.
“What do you mean finally-“ Obi-Wan stopped. Honestly, it didn’t matter. “Yes, sure. We need to get married tomorrow morning. Well, today actually. Is that possible?”
“Sure, I just need to get some documents from the department and it’ll be done. I need your ID and that’s about it. Any preferences for a location? There is this super neat gazebo in the main park. It’s a little out of the way so there are no people, would be great for wedding phots- holy fuck, does your father even know? Or is he still stuck in... where is he again?”
“Does it matter?” Obi-Wan replied. “Look, I just need to get married as soon as possible.”
“Okidoki, I’ll come to your house then? Or to that park?”
“We’ll l meet you at the park,” Anakin spoke up.
“Oh! Hey Anakin! You here as well?”
Padmé raised her hand to her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter, but Obi-Wan doubted it mattered. Quinlan probably wouldn’t even hear it over all that background noise.
“Obi-Wan, put you on speaker,” Anakin said meanwhile.
“Cool, cool, see you tomorrow morning then at... what time?”
The earlier they got it done, the better, Obi-Wan figured. “What time are you up again?”
“Club closes at five, so, we can do this at six? No, wait. Eight. I need the documents.”
“Eight it is then,” Obi-Wan agreed. “Good night, Quinlan, have fun and see you then.”
“Bye-bye!”
Obi-Wan ended the call and stared at his phone just a moment longer. This had not gone as he had expected, somewhere in the back of his mind he thought it should be more difficult to get married, and yet, somehow, it apparently was all working out correctly.
“So, that’s it?” Anakin asked shakily.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan answered. “That’s it.”
He thought he should feel weird about it, he had never considered marriage before in any capacity, but instead, all Obi-Wan could feel was relief.
“Oh, thank the heavens,” Anakin muttered and then pretty much threw himself at Obi-Wan as carefully as he could without waking Luke in the process. He wrapped obi-wan in a tight hug, the kind where he buried his face in the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck and didn’t let go for a while. “Just, thank you so much.”
“No problem, Anakin. Anything for you, dear one.”
“No, really,” Padmé said. “We can’t thank you enough. You have been helping out with the twins and now this and- we can never make this up to you.”
“I’d never ask you to make it up to me because you don’t have to.” Trying to ease the tension of this situation somewhat, Obi-wan smiled softly. “I’ll be content with some more cake. You’re mother’s recipe?”
Anakin laughed, still a little shaky, but he didn’t look like hell anymore at least.
“That one? Sure, I can make that,” Anakin answered. “It’ll be our wedding cake then. Then I’ll have eaten it twice at my own wedding already. Not that it’s a lot, but it’s still kind of weird to have done it twice.”
He then carefully took Luke from Obi-Wan’s arms and then lied down on the bed again, the baby still asleep on his chest. “I think I’ll stay just like this until this is over.”
“Maybe get some proper sleep instead?” Obi-suggested. “You need some rest after this stress.. both of you,” he added, pointedly looking at Padmé.
“We’ll be fine, we always are,” she said. “And you should get some sleep as well.”
Obi-Wan stood up and stretched. “I will, I’m already missing my bed.”
His two friends immediately frowned at him, their expressions easily telling Obi-Wan that they were not agreeing with the decision he had reached just now.
“You’re not driving home now, it’s bad enough we made you come here at this hour,” Padmé insisted. “Besides bed is big enough, you can sleep here with us.”
“I don’t want to impose-“
“You’re not imposing.”
“The sofa then-“
“Obi-wan,” Anakin inserted. “Don’t make me tie you to the bed again.”
Padmé looked at them both, then began to grin. “Honestly, your conversations are a delight to listen to out of context. But really, Obi-Wan, our sofa sucks. You know our sofa sucks. We’ll just put the twins to sleep again in the crib and you can fit in here.”
Obi-Wan thought about complaining for another second, but he’d only lie to himself. He didn’t want to drive home now. He was incredibly tired and the risk of falling asleep while driving now that all the adrenaline had left him was not as low as it should be.
“Fine,” he finally admitted defeat.
And then, as before, he took Luke from Anakin’s arms and put him back in his crib, then he took Leia from Pamdé’s arms and set her down next to her brother. The twins looked absolutely adorable and already much bigger than they had when they had come from the hospital. Seeing them grow up healthy was a greater comfort than anything else.
Obi-Wan then stepped out of his pants, contemplating keeping on his socks in case Anakin decided his feet were cold and took them off anyway, and kept his shirt. Obi-Wan walked away from the crib towards the light switch and turned it, drowning the room in pitch black. He stumbled across the ground towards the bed and crawled under the banket. It was, as expected, heavier and warmer than anything he would sleep in.
He laid down on the left side of the bed, his back to Anakin, who took great pleasure in immediately tangling his legs with Obi-Wan’s while wrapping his arms around Padmé.
“Good night,” he said and yawned.
“Good night,” the couple replied.
And the three of them fell into a sleep next to one another.
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Something About Aria,...
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PART 1 OF 3
PART 2 OF 3
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*SPOILER ALERT*
FUTURE ( Part 3 of 3 )
• Briefly describe her life in the future, regardless of how far into the future this is.
~ After the trials which involves her Stand, Aria would finally find her true home with Bruno Bucciarati. She also realizes that her simple, selfish dreams would finally become a reality.
• Is she content with her future situation? Is there anything she would change?
~ She is very content. She would not change a thing. Having Bruno by her side, and soon, a small family and a long and happy life with him, is the most wondrous miracle that ever happened in her life.
• How would her beliefs or morals change in the future, if at all?
~ After the events in her story, and Bruno's sacrifice for her, she has learned to let go of her painful past, and, instead, used it to become a better person. She has finally accepted what she truly is and how unique she is, and she took the first step out of her anxiety and depression. She is slowly learning to walk, and fly again. She has also learned to open up to other people.
• What’s something she was sure would happen in their future but didn’t?
~ Aria initially thought the worse - that everyone close to her would die. But, because of Bruno's sacrifice and resilience, the tragedy was averted. She was saved, and at the same time, Bruno gained an even greater power - a Requiem Stand of his own.
• Did she get married or have a family? Why? If otherwise, why not?
~ Bruno proposed to her a year later after the events of her story, and they were married a year after that. He became less involved with Passione ( he instead became a part of Giorno Giovanna's most trusted advisers ), focusing more on his wife, their house, and soon, his two precious children. Yes, Aria's selfish dreams became a reality. A beach wedding ( all organized by her best friend and sister, Bria Adal ( @mrsgiovanna 's lovely OC ), her Prince, and an island all to herself and her Bruno during their honeymoon. What more could she ask for?
• How does she react to the changing times? Is she adaptable or does she reject modernity?
~ During her time, she learned music the traditional way. When she and Bruno finally became parents of two musical prodigies ( one with the piano and one with the trumpet and saxophone ), they both have learned to adapt to the changing times. What used to be the traditional way of learning music changed to suit the modern times. Their children both have tablets of their own where their music sheet are. They often watch musical performances there. They could even record their recitals, or have live ones streamed using those. They don't have to drag around heavy music sheets just like what Aria did when she was still a student, and to her and Bruno's part, it was such a relief and a breath of fresh air ( also because physical copies of music sheets are not cheap ).
• Are her friends still a part of her life? Are there people she is no longer in touch with, or newly important people?
~ Bria and Giorno, and the rest of Bruno's old Passione team, still played a huge part in her family. Bria became Aria's Maid Of Honor, and Giorno became Bruno's Best Man, and later on, they became godparents to their two children. Finally, Giorno became the true Godfather ( haha, get it? Godfather? Err, never mind ). Trish became her Bridesmaid and wedding gown designer. She also sang during the reception and later on became one of their children's godparents. Abbacchio also played a huge part in the growth of Bruno's little princess, as the girl became too attached to him, much to his chagrin ( a story to be told later on ). Mista and Narancia offered their full support protecting Aria's family, and Fugo became the tutor of their children. Gia, Bria and Giorno's daughter, became very close with their daughter, and Giordano, the Don and Donna's son, became somewhat of an older brother figure to their son.
• Would she become a mentor figure for anyone?
~ Because her daughter chose to play the piano just like her when she was 4, Aria became her own daughter's mentor.
• How does she feel about getting older and eventually dying?
~ Aria is content spending the rest of her life, and later on, her senior year with her beloved Bruno. However, she dreads the inevitable day that he would be leaving her. She knew she would never be able to bear the pain of one day losing him due to old age. Because of this, she secretly wants to go first than him. Until then, she is content to live the simple, peaceful and quiet life with him.
• How does she want to be remembered after she dies?
*MASSIVE SPOILER*
~ She wanted to be remembered as a pianist who brought the Clair De Lune Miracle. She wanted to be remembered by her true ability, not the nightmares The Queen Of The Night showed.
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Italy & Rome playlist
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Pizza. Fiat. Centurions. Fulci. Argento. Morricone. It’s all here in this Roma - Italia playlist. If you love ancient Roman history and horror film soundtracks, this is the playlist for you! Hit play right here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC18JtHohAYmD7g1FGA8S-D2B
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Nero would enjoy this playlist! But, if there is a song or band I forgot or even a horror film soundtrack, or Italian prog record I mighta missed, let me know! This is one of my favorite playlists. Grazie!
ITALIA & ROMA
001 Goblin - La caccia 002 High On Fire -  Romulus And Remus 003 Braens Machine - Flying 004 Piero Umiliani - Produzione 005 Fantomas - Page 1 [6 Frames] 006 Lucio Fulci's Zombie Theme(1979) 007 Tullio De Piscopo drum pattern - Samba Carnival 008 Quella Vecchia Locanda - Il Tempo Della Gioia 009 Sandro Brugnolini - Amofen 010 Ufomammut - Mars 011 Gerardo Iacoucci - Tradimento 012 Procol Harum - Conquistador   013 LA TERZA MADRE  - Main Theme by Claudio Simonetti 014 Fantomas -  The Godfather 015 Toto Cutugno - L'Italiano 016 CHILDREN OF TECHNOLOGY - Fear the mohawk reaper 017 Ennio Morricone -  Non Rimane Piu Nessuno 018 Mina - Non credere 019 Bölzer - Roman Acupuncture 020 Jerry Goldsmith The Omen OST - Ave Satani 021 Lou Monte - roman guitar 022 Tony Di Marti - L'Uccellino Della Comare   023 Paul Chain Violet Theatre - 17 day 024 Satyricon -  The Ghost of Rome 025 Ghost - Con Clavi Con Dio 026 Charles Aznavour - Com'a Triste Venezia 027 Jula de Palma - Tua (1959) versione originale 028 Dean Martin - That's Amore   029 FORGOTTEN TOMB - We Owe You Nothing 030 Mike Patton - Ti Offro Da Bere 031 Death SS - Heavy Demons 032 The Lord Weird Slough Feg - Sword of Machiavelli 033 Afterhours - Milano Circonvallazione Esterna 034 Fantomas -  Page 17 [14 Frames] 035 Gluttony -  The Rise Of Pompey 036 Sherpa - Kim (((o))) Tigris & Euphrates 037 Umberto Tozzi Gloria - Italian Version 038 Franco Bracardi & Giorgio Bracardi -  Lo Strangolatore Di Boston 039 Black Hole - Bells of Death 040 Tarantella Pugliese - La Rondinella 041 Pino Villa- A Mucca Pazza 042 Opera IX - Bela Lugosi's Dead 043 MARIO MOLINO - TRAFFICO CAOTICO 044 Lucio Battisti - La Collina Dei Ciliegi 045 Tenebre (Main Title) by Goblin 046 SYK - FONG 047 FUOCO FATUO - Sulphureous Hazes 048 Primordial -  As Rome Burns 049 Abysmal Grief - Crypt of Horror 050 Mike Patton/Mondo Cane - re D'Amore 051 The Man from U. N. C. L. E. Soundtrack - Jimmy Renda Se 052 Stelvio Cipriani - Papaya 053 Fantomas - Page 28 [20 Frames] 054 Carlo Maria Cordio - Rosso Sangue (Absurd) 055 Emma De Angelis - Trip 056 BRUNO NICOLAI-Red Cats (1975) 057 Duncan Dhu - La barra de este hotel 058 FROZEN CROWN - Neverending 059 Pavor na Cidade dos Zumbis (City of the Living Dead, 1980) Theme 060 Jarboe & Father Murphy - The Ferryman 061 Mudhoney - When In Rome 062 Fantomas - Page 21 [11 Frames] 063  Ancient Roman Music - Synaulia I 064 Behemoth - Rome 64 C.E. / Slaying the Prophets ov Isa 065 Clutch - Nero's Fiddle 066 Gluttony -  The Rise Of Sulla 067 Goblin - L'alba dei morti viventi 068 Elvis Presley - Heart Of Rome 069 Bulldozer - Insurrection Of The Living Damned 070 Peggy Lee - When In Rome (I Do as the Romans Do) 071 Osanna - Variazione I (To Plinius) 072 GIULIANO SORGINI - Ultima Caccia 073 Ennio Morricone - Metti una sera a cena 074 Sepultura -  The Vatican 075 Rome Soundtrack 02 The Forum 076 Fantomas -  Page 4 [11 Frames] 077 Gladiator - Theme Song 078 Avantasia - The Glory of Rome 079 Caligula (1979)-Opening Credits 080 Umberto -  Temple Room 081 SODOM - Caligula 082 Lacuna Coil -  Survive 083 Gigliola Cinquetti - Non ho leta 084 Lucio Battisti - Emozioni 085 Goblin -  Markos 086 MIke Patton -  Urlo Negro 087 Sandro Brugnolini -  Megattera 088 Fantomas -  Page 25 [34 Frames] 089 The Italian Job Soundtrack- Opening Titles 090 Fabio Frizzi - Un Gatto Nel Cervello 091 Heidevolk - Het verbond met Rome 092 Messiah - Nero 093 Julio Iglesias - Todo el amor que te hace falta 094 Calabria - Luna Calabrisi 095 Various Artists -  Iena Sequence 096 Fantomas -  Page 5 [7 Frames] 097 Perry Como Mandolins In The Moonlight 098 The Beyond Soundtrack - main theme 099 Mercyful Fate - Gypsy 100 Goblin -  Suspiria 101 Ufomammut - Empireum 102 Diaframma - Neogrigio 103 Umberto -  The Psychic 104 NecroDeath - Master Of Morphine 105 The Dirtiest - Cento shot 106 Fantomas -  Page 29 [39 Frames] 107 La Morte Viene Dallo Spazio - Ashes 108 Achille Togliani Fontana Di Trevi 109 MV & EE - Much obliged 110 Isis Synaulia - Musica dell'antica Roma 111 Sandro Brugnolini - Marsuino 112 Giobia - far behind 113 Darvaza - silver chalice   114 Fantomas -  Investigation Of A Citizen Above suspicion 115 Rome Soundtrack - Main Title Theme 116 Nebulae - Carbon 117 Beat Fuga - Shake 118 Gruppo folk naxos - Tarantella siciliana 119 Russian Circles - Milano 120 Kalidia - Circe's spell 121 Harlan Williams, Beneath the Iron Heel of Pagan Rome 122 Exhorder - Slaughter in the Vatican 123 Vatican - the 5th of metal 124 Extrema - Deep Infection 125 Rod Stewart - Italian Girls 126 Louis Prima - Buona Sera 127 Mike Patton/Mondo Cane - Che Notte! 128 Sinoath -  Saturnalia 129 Piero Piccioni - L'Italia Vista dal Cielo (Lombardia) 130 PIERO UMILIANI - Topless Party 131 Dean Martin - Arrivederci Roma 132 Fantomas -  Page 30 [2 Frames] 133 Sadist - Nadir 134 Hour of Penance - Rise and Oppress 135  Virgin Steele - The Burning of Rome (Cry for Pompeii) 136 FROZEN CROWN - Battles In The Night 137 The Monolith Deathcult - Demigod 138 PIG DESTROYER -  Machiavellian 139 Raw Power  - State oppresion 140 La luna ammenzu o mari - Folk Sicilia 141 Angels and Demons Soundtrack - Main Theme (Hans Zimmer) 142 Lou Monte - Bella notte 143 Fantomas - Page 7 [6 Frames] 144 Danger Mouse and Daniele Luppi - Theme of ''Rome'' 145 INFERNO OST Dario Argento - MAIN THEME 146 Hombres G - Venezia 147 Rome Soundtracks - The Battle has began (Caesar's Theme) 148 NORA ORLANDI- Ossessione 149 Stelvio Cipriani - Orgasmo Nero 150 Goblin -  Profondo Rosso - Mad Puppet 151 Duatha - Maximinus Thrax 152 Sodom - City of God 153 Caronte - Invocation to Paimon 154 Demoni (Demons) Soundtrack by Claudio Simonetti  - Killing 155 PSYCHEDELIC WITCHCRAFT - Rising On The Edge 156 James Reyne - Fall Of Rome 157 Fantomas -  Vendetta 158  Rome Soundtrack - 16Th Death of Pompey 159 Alessandro Alessandroni & Sorgini Giuliano - Overcraft 160 The Man from U. N. C. L. E. OST - Che Vuole Questa Musica Stasera (Profumo Di Donna) 161 Clutch - Circus Maximus 162 Candlemass - Demons Gate 163 ROME - Uropia O Morte 164 Siouxsie And The Banshees - Cities In Dust (Extended 12 Version) 165 Tony Mottola - You And Only You 166 Musica dell'Antica Roma - Pavor 167 Fantomas - Page 6 [26 Frames] 168 Aborym -  II 169 Scorpions - The Sails Of Charon 170 Blind Guardian -  Lionheart 171 Septicflesh -  Dante's Inferno 172 MESSA - Leah 173 Mike Patton -  Senza Fine 174 Gary Numan - My Centurion 175 Frank Black and the Catholics - Back to Rome 176 Tonino Cavallo - Tarantella Siciliana 177 THE MELVINS - The Bloated Pope 178 Gluttony -  Lucullus In The East 179 Toto - Spanish Steps Of Rome 180 Fantomas -  Page 8 [9 Frames] 181 Mark Lanegan Band - Playing Nero 182 METRALLETA STEIN OST - Telemark 183 Luciano Pavarotti - Sole Mio 184 Jorja Chalmers - red light 185 Blood Ceremony -  Faunus 186 EKPYROSIS - Profound Death 187 Corleone  - Tutto diventerà rosso (feat. Mike Patton) 188 Primus -  The Storm 189 Museo Rosenbach - Superuomo 190 IVANO FOSSATI - MILANO 191 Lucio Dalla - Milano 192 Fantomas -  Page 9 [11 Frames] 193 Alessandro Allesendroni - Remember 194 Le Orme - Felona & Sorona - Return To Naught 195 Rome - The Spanish Drummer 196 Epitaph  -  Beyond the Mirror 197 Ephel Duath - The Passage 198 Three of You - New Life 199 Walter Rizzati I remember (Quella villa accanto al cimitero) 200 Lacuna Coil -  Heaven's A Lie 201 Judas Priest - Nostradamus 202 Triumvirat - Vesuvius 79 A.D. 203 Amedeo Tommasi - Exploration 204 Nero Kane † Lord Won't Come 205 FULCI - Eye Full Of Maggots 206 ULVER - Nemoralia 207 Voltumna  - Roma Delenda Est 208 Adorable - Sistine Chapel Ceiling 209 I Gres - Restless 210 Rita Pavone - Il Geghegè 211 Jahbulong - Under the influence of the fool 212 Theatres des Vampires -  Sangue 213 Antonio - High Voltage! 214 Fantomas -  Page 23 [17 Frames] 215 Sadist - Enslaver of Lies 216 Bunker 66 - (She's Got) Demon Eyes 217 GIULIANO SORGINI - Mad town 218 Zu -  Ostia 219 Moonraker - Miss Goodhead Meets Bond in Venice 220 Franco Micalizzi - I Due Volti Della Paura 221 John Zorn Naked City - The Sicilian Clan 222 Piero Umiliani - Nel Villaggio 223 Mike Patton/Mondo Cane - Cielo In Una Stanza 224 UFOMAMMUT - Warsheep 225 Fleshgod Apocalypse -  Elegy 226 SLASHER DAVE - Fulzzi 227 Panna Fredda - La Paura 228 Meads Of Asphodel - God Is Rome 229 Nora Orlandi - I Robot Original Version (Il dolce corpo di Deborah) 230 Caronte - Exctasy of Hecate 231 White Skull - Will of the Strong 232 Wotan - Thermopiles 233 Chromatics - Faded Now 234 Fantomas -  Page 2 [7 Frames] 235 Schizo - the main frame collapse 236 Ghost B.C. -  Per Aspera Ad Inferi 237 Dream Theater - The Count Of Tuscany 238 Satyricon -  Commando 239 Psico Galera - La Prima Volta 240 Scolopendra - Priest's blood soup 241 Theatres Des Vampires - 'Til the Last Drop of Blood 242 Victrola - Game of Despair 243 Blue Phantom - Diodo 244 Mortuary Drape - My Soul/primordial 245 Fantomas -  Page 11 [10 Frames] 246 Gianni Ferrio - Un dollaro bucato 247 Ataraxia - Canzona 248 Hexvessel - Phaedra 249 Lee Hazlewood and Nancy Sinatra - Some Velvet Morning 250 Mike Patton -  L'Uomo Che Non Sapeva Amare 251 Idiota Civilizzato - Uno E Nessuno 252 Ennio Morricone - Main Theme for Dario Argento's THE CAT O'NINE TAILS 253 Rhapsody - Ascending to Infinity 254 Monumentum - Battesimo: Nero Opaco 255 Opera IX - 1313 (Eradicate the False Idols) 256 Piedone lo sbirro OST - The Baron's death 257 Goblin - Deep red OST main theme 258 EKPYROSIS - Immolate the Denied 259 L'Impero delle Ombre - II Sabba 260 Monte Kristo - The Girl of Lucifer 261 Ghost - Lady Nite 262 Hallowed - Wake Up In The Night 263 Fantomas -  Page 27 [15 Frames] 264 Giuliano Sorgini - Lavoro cerebrale 265 Death SS - Vampire 266 VOLTURIAN - Broken 267 Cradle Of Filth - The 13th Caesar 268 Fulci - tropical sun 269 Alessandro Cortini - Perdere 270 Francesco Guccini - Bologna 271 Abysmal Grief  - Celebrate what they fear 272 Goblin - book of skulls 273 Tom Waits - In The Colosseum 274 Peggy Lee - Autumn In Rome 275 Ruins - Petit Portrait 276 Urna - Omnis Inifinita Mens Est Gremium Et Sepolcrum Universi 277 Nicolas Gaunin - Noa Noa Noa 278 Lacuna Coil - No Need to Explain 279 Theatres Des Vampires - Morgana Effect 280 Sepultura - City of Dis 281 Opera IX - The Oak 282 Rhapsody - Il cigno nero 283 Cripple Bastards  - Variante Alla Morte 284 Goblin - Witch (Susperia OST) 285 Death SS - revived 286 Henning Christiansen - L'essere Umano Errabando La Voca Errabando 287 Rolling Blackouts - The Second Of The First 288 Giuda - Overdrive 289 Hierophant  - Son of the new faith 290 Giorgio Faletti - Nati a Milano 291 Fabio Frizzi - A Cat in the Brain, Sequence 2 292 Dean Martin - On An Evening In Roma (Sott'er Celo De Roma) 293 FLESHGOD APOCALYPSE - Monnalisa 294 Valgrind - The Endless Circle 295 Oceana - Atlantidea Suite Part 1 296 Soda Stereo - Paseando Por Roma 297 Blasphemer - The Sixth Hour 298 Raw Power - Dreamer 299 Mike Patton/Mondo Cane - Deep down 300 Lacuna Coil - Swamped 301 Slalom OST by Ennio Morricone - Main theme 302 Stefano Marcucci - INFERNO 303 Lou Monte - Shaddap Ya Face 304 The Case of the Bloody Iris OST by Bruno Nicolai - Main theme 305 Mortuary Drape - Dreadful discovery 306 Antonio Riccardo Luciani - Cinque sottozero 307 Plateau Sigma -  Ouija and the Qvantvm 308 Piero Piccioni - Colpo rovente OST - main titles 309 Riz Ortolani - sette orchidee macchiate di rosso 310 Ad Nauseam - Imperative Imperceptible Impulse 311 Oliver Onions - Italian Girl 312 Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead 313 Metamorfosi - Spacciatore di Droga - Terremoto - Limbo 314 Body Count OST by Claudio Simonetti  - main theme 315 Symphony X - Underworld 316 Carlo Savina - Titoli di testa 317 Orchestra King Zerand - Night Song 318 Piero Umiliani - La schiava 319 CLAUDIO SIMONETTI'S GOBLIN - The Devil is back 320 Roman Holiday OST - Main title 666 Fabio Frizzi - Voci Dal Nulla
Perhaps not enough Morricone and needs more Goblin. The next update will have more, I am sure. Play it here:  https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC18JtHohAYmD7g1FGA8S-D2B
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ariel-seagull-wings · 3 years
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FICTIONAL CHARACTER ASK: THE SEVEN DWARFS (FROM SNOW WHITE)
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Favorite thing about them: How much they are loyal and protective friends of Snow White.
Least favorite thing about them: A problem that camed in their portrayals by the 1937 Disney animated film: while i love those portrayals for being the first encarnation of the characters i ever saw in my childhood, what always bugged me is that the screenwriters couldn’t decide if they wanted the Dwarfs to be parental figures to care for Snow White (like the original Brothers Grimm tale), romantic candidates for her, or children for her to take care of. From a writing analysis and real life paralells point of view, those characterizations don’t match and feel very problematic in hindsight.
Three things i have in common with them:
Sometimes i enjoy a nice party.
I enjoy wearing colorfull clothes.
I am far from a great cook, but i love eating.
Three things i don’t have in common with them:
I am tall
I don’t live in the woods.
I have never worked in a mine, and hopefully never will.
Favorite line:
This line from when they find the apparently dead Snow White:
“We will never bury her in the cold ground”.
And this line from when the Prince offers money to take the golden and glass casket where Snow White lies:
“We will not part with her for all the gold in the world”.
brOTP: Snow White.
OTP: There is a version of Sleeping Beauty where she is blessed by Seven Fairies. Maybe, those Seven Fairies were also invited to Snow White’s wedding, they danced with the Seven Dwarfs, and the dance eventually evolved into romance.
nOTP: Any dwarf with the Evil Queen.
Random Headcanon: In the play O Fantástico Mistério de Feiurinha (Feiurinhas’s Fantastic Mistery), is established that the Dwarfs are each a godfather for a child of Snow White and the Prince, and i consider this an adorable idea.
Unpopular Opinion: After the publication of Bruno Betelheim’s freudian influenced book The Uses of Enchantment: The Meaning and Importance of Fairy Tales, it got very popular the idea that the Dwarfs are inherently sexual figures, and that they are basically pedophiles creeping on the child Snow White. While i find valid, despite not being my cup of tea, when one artist or writer portrays them that way as a topical reinterpretation of the source material, i don’t see them in that way in the original Brothers Grimm fairy tale. For me, they are meant to be kind parental figures to Snow White when she is a vulnerable child (whose own father failed to love and protect her, by the way) and who eventually have to accept that sayed child growed up and let her go with the Prince, and i prefer adaptations that emphasize that found family aspect.
Song i associate with them:
Dig Dig Dig, Heigh Ho, Silly Song, Music in Your Soup and You’re Never Too Old To Be Young, from the 1937 Disney animated film
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Favorite picture of them:
This 19th century illustration of the Dwarfs finding the apparently dead Snow White
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Alfred Zimmerman’s illustration of the Dwarfs mourning Snow White
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This illustration by Anne Marie portraying Snow White receiving them with dinner
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This illustration by Otto Kubel of them finding the sleeping Snow White
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These illustrations by Anastassija Archipowa
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The 1937 Disney animated film portrayals
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The Legend of Snow White anime portrayals
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The Triplets portrayals
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The 2001 Hallmark TV Movie portrayals (this time including a “token tall guy”)
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dalekofchaos · 3 years
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Ways I would improve The Godfather Games
I love The Godfather games, but I feel as though the games should have been restructured a bit to fit the movies better. Here is how I would do it
Godfather 1.
Opens similarly with Johnny's death and Aldo's mother seeking help from Vito and Luca saving him(tho imo I think Clemenza should have been the one to rescue and mentor Aldo in the tutorial, not Luca)
Then after the tutorial and after helping Monk and Paulie with returning Bonasera's favor, we'd get a call from Clemenza to meet Rocco and they'd fly to LA to do the Woltz mission. This happens after the tutorials to better line up the narrative of the movie
After the hospital mission, Tessio would seek us out in hitting Bruno Tattaligia as in his words “We hit Bruno Tattaglia at 4 o'clock this morning...”
There would be a sex scene between Aldo and Frankie
Rest  of the game pretty much plays out the same. Only Frankie would live and Monk would not turn traitor.
In one of the endings we would get to see Aldo and Frankie married prior to becoming Don Of New York
Godfather 2 I strongly feel like it was a mistake to kill off Aldo in this game, in an ideal world Aldo Trapani would still be the protagonist of the game, while Dominic is his right hand. Also it was such a weird place to start in Cuba when that's when the first half of the movie ends.
It begins with flashbacks to Aldo's father Johnny and we'd flash to Aldo and Johnny, much like Michael and Vito in the movie. Maybe Johnny could've been a victim of Don Fanucci's Black Hand and Clemenza rescues him and brings him into the family.  Over time we would see Aldo in the flashbacks wipe out the Black Hand's members and help Vito cement his power in New York
Aldo would be Don of New York, Frank Pentangeli is his Consigliere, Clemenza his Underboss and Monk and Dominic would be his Capos
We would witness Clemenza's death, Aldo killing Rosato's men as would be the tutorial
Aldo and Frankie would have two kids. one boy and one girl. Johnny and Rosie
Then Dominic is promoted to Underboss, while Monk is Aldo’s Capo
Over time we would build the rest of our crew and while Tom is running things in Nevada, we would recruit a new Consigliere
Aldo would be at Anthony’s party pissed because the Rosato brothers killed Clemenza, Michael urges caution as he does in the movie, Aldo does what he's asked but Frank is the wildcard
We’d see Aldo dancing with Frankie at the party
When they return to New York, The Rosatos attempt to assassinate Aldo in the peace meeting and it's all out war on the Rosato Brothers
After Aldo regains control of New York, Michael would contact Aldo to go to Florida as their friend and business partner Hyman Roth has need of assistance
We would get our own Compound in Florida when we arrive, rather than just take a compound. 
This way we can take over businesses and rackets and take out the Granados and later the Mangano family. We would also meet Henry Mitchell before returning to New York.
Several romance scenes between Aldo and Frankie, while also see Aldo spend time with his children
Sometime after taking over Florida, Aldo, Fredo and Frankie would be targeted by Roth’s men but Frankie would live and Fredo would say it was Mangano
Then the war between Aldo’s family and Mangano begins
Then we attend the meeting in Cuba. In Roth's speech he will detail that he left all his businesses in Florida to Aldo
Maybe Aldo could agree to stay behind in Cuba to take out the Almeida family and Henry Mitchell
Then when we return to New York we help out with Vincenzo and the senate hearing
We would later find out that Roth enlisted the help of Fredo to make it look like the Manganos' attacked him and Aldo in Aldo's home to the Manganos would take Aldo out and Fredo would take control of Aldo's family in New York, Florida and Cuba
Aldo and his crew would go and kill Roth, escape and the end credit scenes would have Aldo kill Fredo
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Peter Parker Minus Spiderman
Teen!Daughter x dad!Tom holland 
Warnings: none. Fluff
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Being the only girl in a family full of men, meant no boys. Morgan Holland, was Tom's 16 year old daughter and evidently the spitting image of him. If he was genderbent, that's how Morgan looked like, with her mother's green eyes. Speaking of, her mother dropped Morgan off at Tom doorstep, and he knew that he was obligated to take of his child since she fled. He knew adoption was not an option, he also knew the press would have various articles about it so he decided against it. Morgan knew the rules for when it came to boys and relationships. It was forbidden. Or for the most part forbidden till you were thirty, according to her dad.
Her uncle, always supported her and her choices. Harrison was her godfather and her favorite uncle, mainly because she saw him like everyday or so. He was like her second dad. At one point when she was smaller, she called him daddy because that's how they're relationship ended up turning into. She was his practice baby. Harrison always told her what to do when it came to boys. Being the only girl in the family it was nice to know somebody supported her having a boyfriend. When she was 14, she told him about her first kiss, and he was like genuinely happy for her because she was growing up. Now her being 16, she was testing new waters; Dating.
Yes in the past people told her they liked her but that was either because they wanted to meet her dad or because it was a dare. It was sad that people only liked her for those reasons but children are fucking assholes.
She walked home from school, humming to her favorite songs. She climbed the stairs to the apartment where she and her dad lived. She unlocked the door and was met with an empty apartment. “Father o father, for where are thou?” She said dramatically. She walked to the kitchen where she saw a note on the fridge.
Morgan,
Come to Grandma's house. Got a surprise for you.
Dad.
She groaned knowing she'd have to walk to get to her Grandma's house. On her walk, she thought about her grandparents, then she remembered her grandparents were on a couple retreat someplace nice, away from their home. She also remembered her three uncles were on a vacation in Thailand. Leaving her, her dad, and her uncle haz.
She opened the door and recycled her previous quote, “father o father, for where are thou,” she said loudly. She heard chatter and thought it was just uncle haz. She walked to the living room and as she pulled her earphone out of one ear she saw her uncles all sitting there. She was awestruck, given that she hadn't seen them in weeks. She gave them each a hug and sat down next to her dad. “How's school going?” Harry asked. She sighed, “you know, pretty shitty but that's normal,” she chuckled. The guys resumed their conversations and she had to intervene. “I'm not trying to be rude or anything but do we have any food?” Tom gasped, “oh fuck, uh- haz can you go with Morgan and go get some food for all of us. Don't worry I'll pay you back.” He pleaded. Haz nodded and they made their way out.
Driving over to the fast food joint, haz decided to strike a conversation. “So kid, since we haven't talked in a while-,” she cut him off. “We talked yesterday. We were facetiming.” She said chuckling. “So what? It's been a while. Anyway, how's school? You got a boyfriend or like a crush?” He asked. She didn't know what to respond not how to. After a couple seconds, Harrison pieced it together. He looked over at her who was biting her nails. “Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked again. She just nodded. “But uncle haz you have to promise you won't tell my dad. He'll get mad,” she pleaded. He nodded, out of nowhere he shouted, “my niece has a boyfriend. Oh my God you are growing up so fast.” At a red light, he turned and grabbed me by the shoulder and said “you're getting old, stop it.” He chuckled.
We made our way back to the house and she connected to the bluetooth speaker in the living room. ‘That's what I like’ by Bruno Mars came on and she started dancing and singing. They all laughed at her but she didn't care.
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all night.
She sang those two lines and the boys gave her a weird look. “What?” She asked chuckling. “Sex by the fire at night? I think not,” Tom said. She groaned, “fam, it's just a song.” He shook his head, “you're getting to that age-” he was cut off by Morgan groaning. “If you give me the talk right now, I'mma lose my appetite.” The guys chuckled. “Seriously, no boys, Morgan.” She looked at Harrison who just shrugged. “Why not? Like you said,I'm at that age. Why can't I have a boyfriend? Uncle harry has told me before you had a girlfriend when you were 15. I'm 16 what's the difference?” She asked.
He sighed, “I don't want guys to take advantage of you.” Morgan scoffed, “Dad, not sure what generation you are still livin’ in but a relationship is a two way street-” she was cut off by her dad. “Morgan I said no boyfriend so you aren't allowed to have one!” Her eyes went wide and she clenched her jaw. She moved upstairs so she wouldn't have to see him at this current point in time. Harrison slipped upstairs without being seen by Tom. He knocked on the door and saw her sitting on the bed, listening to music. “Kid,” he said softly as he said down next to her. She took off her earphones to listen to him. “Don't mind him, he'll cool down.” She scoffed, “haz it's just bullshit. There is an incredible double standard for men compared to women,” she said. “My dad isn't going to let me stay with him, because he wouldn't approve. I know him too well,” she admitted. “Your dad just wants the best for you.” She stood up, “ and how is me having a boyfriend going to alter that?”
A knock at the door, stopped their conversation. Tom came in and saw an angry Morgan, and a normal Harrison. Harrison left the room, which left Tom and Morgan alone. “Morgan-” he started but she was quick to cut him off. “Dad, if you're here to say what you already said downstairs just in a much calmer tone, I don't want to hear it.” She walked downstairs to grab her backpack to do work, but he followed. “Morgan just talk to me,” he said. She looked back, and shook her head. “Please.” She stop and looked at him, and calmly said, “nah fam.” And with that she ran to her room carrying her backpack.
He looked at his brothers including Harrison and covered his mouth with his hand, “what am I going to do with her?” He said rhetorically, or so he thought. “Let her have a boyfriend,” Harrison said calmly. “She's 16.” Sam intervened, “so you had a girlfriend when you were 15,” he looked at him like he was stupid, “what does that matter?” Tom said. Harry scoffed, “she can clearly tell that there is a double standard between you and her. She can't have a boyfriend at 16 but you had a girlfriend at 15. She might think, what the fuck why can't she have a guy but you can, when you compare the two of you at the same age.” Tom furrowed his brows, “I don't want her to start dating, she's too young.” Harrison scoffed, “bullshit.”
Upstairs, Morgan called her boyfriend, Nick. “Hello?” He answered.
“Hey, Nicky.” Morgan said. “What's up babe?” He said. She sighed, “nothing just wanted to talk to you.” He chuckled, “I miss you. Think you'll come over today?” She sighed again, “my dad is kind of mad at me, so not today. Sorry babe,” she genuinely felt sad because she had to hide her relationship from her dad. “Wanna talk about it?” He asked. She thought about it for a bit before just coming out about it. “My dad thinks I'm too young to date. And well he doesn't know yet.” She said.
Tom made his way up the stairs and before knocking he heard her talking to someone. He pressed his ear to the door and listened. “What about you? What do you think about it?” Nick asked. She sighed, “I think he's overreacting. He had a girlfriend when he was 15 and I can't even have a boyfriend at 16.” Nick paused, “but Morgan you do have a boyfriend. You have me, what's the problem with just not telling your dad?” Nick asked.
“Babe, if my dad doesn't let me have a boyfriend then that means when he finds out about us, he's going to make us breakup.” Nick sighed. Morgan heard noise outside her door and told Nick she'll call him later. She opened the door and her dad was standing there stunned, like a deer in headlights. “So, you have a boyfriend?” He asked. Morgan's eyes went wide, but she nodded nonetheless. “Ok.” With that he went downstairs, leaving Morgan confused as ever. She went back to her room to lay on her bed. She thought about her dad and she knew he wasn't going to take the new found information well. Soon she lulled herself to sleep.
She woke up to a blanket draped over her, and her shoes were placed on the floor next to the bed. She got up slowly and made her way to the closet. Saturdays were reserved for Harry, Sam, and Paddy day. Fridays was Harrison's day. And Sunday was the entire family. She got dressed in a white crop top, and black shorts. She chose her black converse and fishnet tights to finish the look. She went downstairs and saw the guys waiting for her. “Hey guys,” she said looking through the fridge. “Morgan we're going to take you out for breakfast,” Sam said standing up. She furrowed her brows, and closed the fridge door. “Ok,” she said skeptically. She ran upstairs again to grab a hoodie that the four of them made their way out. Harrison and Tom were already gone doing who knows what.
They took her to a little diner close to the house, and just ate in silence but Morgan was still skeptical as to why they were here? They usually made food and played video games all day, then at the end she'd have to leave because of school the next day. She put down her fork and look at the man across from her. “Forgive me if I'm rude but, why are we here? We never usually do this,” she pointed out. They looked at her and sighed, “Tom kinda broke down yesterday. After he left your room,” Paddy said looking down at his food, she furrowed her brows and expected the last part to the story. “And?” She said. “Well- we didn't know how to tell you or when to tell you so we took you out,” Sam stammered. She leaned back and shook her head, “My dad is making this a way bigger deal than it needs to be.” Harry nodded but didn't say anything else.
They got back to the house, and by that time her dad and Harrison were back. She braced herself for the worst when she got in the house but they were just talking casually. “Hey guys,” she said greeting them. She walked over to her dad and hugged him and he kissed her forehead. She hugged Harrison and he kissed her cheek. “Morgan, the guys and I were going to the mall wanna go?” Sam asked from the kitchen. “All of you?” They nodded. “Sure. Right now?” They nodded again so they made their way to the mall. She put on her earphone and just sat there listening to her music. They got to the mall and she was quieter than usual. The guys noticed this but decided against saying anything. She followed her dad and uncle's into a store but did nothing in there. She just waited. As they were walked, Tom decided it was a better time than ever to say anything, “Morgan are you ok?” He asked. She pulled her bud out of her ear and looked back at him, “yeah, I'm fine.” She continued walking forward, and they didn't address the situation anymore.
She was think about how Tom would end up addressing the situation of her having a boyfriend. Tom knew he was overreacting but did he care? No. She was his only baby, and he wasn't going let a boy ruin his little baby. Though it was a tad crazy, he was willing to make sure his daughter would always be ok. For one, that's what parents or in her case, Dad's are for, right?
She kept walking along by herself, till Harry pulled up next to her and slung his arm around her shoulders. “Hey kid,” he greeted. “Hey,” she said. He looked at her, “morgan are you ok?” She looked at him, “Harry I'm perfectly fine.” Harry looked at up at her favorite store coming up in the near distance. “Kid, can you help me shop in that store?” He pointed. She chuckled, “yes because you want to wear skanky crop tops and short skirts,” she said. He looked at her like she was crazy, “I need to broaden my horizons, Morgan.” She chuckled as she entered the store with Harry. Whilst walking throughout the store he kept pointing out nice clothes for her to wear but she was a bit skeptical about a lacy bodysuit he had chosen so they decided against it.
They got back to the house just in time for dinner which was quite awkward. She didn’t really talk to her dad as she knew that he’s still be mad or would just shoot indirect petty remarks at her. She knew her father quite well. They finished their meal, and he decided this was the best time to bring it up. “Morgan, we need to talk,” He started. “ABout..that.” She looked at at him with wide eyes, she sighed. “Do we have right now?” She whined. HE nodded, “You wanted a boyfriend so you’re going to have to deal with it.” She sighed again.
“Alright, yesterday I found out that Morgan has a boyfriend. I only know that his name is nick. Morgan care to add on?” He asked rhetorically. “Yes, I have a boyfriend, and yes his name is nick but he’s so sweet. Think of it this way dad, he’s like the real life version of peter parker minus the spiderman aspect. And he cares for me. He actually genuinely cares,” She said.
“Can i meet him?” He asked. Her eyes went so wide they might as well fallen out, she shook her head so fast she may have gotten whiplash. “No, no no. Why? We just started dating two months ago,” She said. His eyes went wide, “two months!!” He shouted. The guys looked at us as though they were enjoying seeing the scene unfold before their eyes. “I need to meet this guy for real to see if he lives up to the name,” She sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Fine. Tomorrow after school.” She left upstairs and turned around when Haz wasn’t following her. “Uncle haz,” She motioned to come with her.
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The next day came and Morgan was dreading it with every inch of her being. She met up with Nick before class started at the lockers, “Hey nicky,” SHe greeted. He turned around to place a kiss on her cheek, knowing what was going through her head since she told him what was happening after school. “Are you worried about what your dad is going to say about me?’ He said closing his locker before slinging his arm around her shoulders. “Fam, are you kidding? Of course I am. When it comes to this my dad is sort of a wild card,” She said leaning into his touch. The bell rang and they went their separate ways. Throughout the day, she couldn’t help but think what her father was going to do, but she quickly shook it out of her head.
She walked to the house with Nick to where her family was waiting for them. She opened the door and quickly entered, Nick hot on her heels. Tom walking to greet them, “Hello, I’m Tom, Morgan dad,” He said shaking Nick’s hand. “Hello sir, I’m Nick,” He replied. Morgan was more than skeptical as to how civil her dad was acting. She grabbed Nick’s hand and led him into the living room where her uncles were seated. “Guys this is Nick, My boyfriend. Nick this is Harrison, Harry, Sam, and Paddy,” She said. Nick shook hands and politely said sir when addressing him. Something they were looking forward to saying ‘you can call me sir’ but much to their disappointment it didn’t happen. She sat down next to Nick on the couch and waited for somebody to say something as your family meeting your boyfriend for the first time wasn’t awkward enough.
“So Nick,” Tom said walking into the living room coming from the kitchen. “What are your intention with my daughter?” Nick looked at Morgan, then at Tom. “Well sir, I-uh really like her and I’m hoping that I get to continue to date your really cool daughter.” Morgan blushed as she looked down at her hands. Tom and the boys saw the pink tint on the girl’s cheeks and decided that he was a cool kid. And she was right, he was the epitome of Peter parker minus the spiderman aspect. “Alright, well dinner’s ready so,” he motioned to the kitchen for food. Morgan led him to the dinner table, and instead of Tom sitting across from you, he was sitting across from Nick. “Nick, this is a very important question,” Harrison started. Morgan’s breath hitched in her throat as she waited for his question. “Who’s better Spiderman or Batman?” They all looked at Nick as he stuttered, “Well-um I think they’re both really cool in different aspects. For example, batman’s gadgets are cool, but spiderman has Karen and stuff. And let’s not forget about the Spiderman game. That in itself was a beautiful piece of code. The graphics were amazing and yeah. So yeah, they’re both really cool.” You chuckled as he rambled on. Harrison and Tom exchanged a look and nodded slightly. “So nick what do you want to be after highschool,” sam asked. “I-um thinking of going into film school,” as he said the word ‘film’Harry’s ears perked up. “Really? To do what?” Harry asked. “Well, currently I’m writing a script for a short film i have in mind, so I’m going to finish that. But i’m thinking to be a screenwriter,” He told him, Harry nodded and exchanged a look with Tom. “Got any hobbies, Nick?” Sam asked. “I like to cook, and i well play video games any chance I get,” He said. “What kind of games?” Paddy asked. “I’m play Spiderman, Mortal Kombat with friends, call of duty, and just different story games.” Paddy looked at Tom with his eyebrows raised and nodded.
“After dinner, wanna help me back cookies, nick?” Sam asked. Nick nodded as he knew it would be a good way to bond with Morgan’s uncle.  
The cookies were soon made and the kitchen was destroyed as there was flour covering the counter and their clothes. Tom, Harrison, Paddy and Harry sat in the living room waiting for the cookies to be done. While the rest of them were in the kitchen, from morgan’s perspective it seems as though Nick was getting along with Sam. The oven beeped so Sam took the cookies and placed them onto the stove to cool off. The left to the living room to rejoin the group. Nick’s phone rang so he moved to the kitchen to answer it. When he came back he told us that his mom is asking him to come home. “Oh, let me give you some cookies to go,” Morgan said waking to the kitchen. From there she could hear tom saying goodbye to Nick, “Bye nick, it was nice meeting you,” He started, he moved closer to whisper something in his ear. “You hurt my daughter, we hurt you. Alright well, Bye.” They guys all said bye, and Morgan gave him the bag and walking his outside. “So,” He said. “So,” Morgan matched. “It was nice meeting your family.” She chuckled, “You didn’t think they were overbearing?” She asked. He shook his head. “I have to go now, my mom's gonna get mad otherwise,” he chuckled. He leaned forward to press a kiss on to her cheek before descending down the steps to walk home. She walked back inside with a smile on her face, only to see her family grinning at her for what they just saw happening outside. “Alrighty boy, what's your verdict?” Morgan asked. “I liked him,” Harrison said. “ Harry, Paddy and Sam nodded, which only left Tom. “Dad?” she asked. “Yes I approve of him,” Morgan let out a content sigh. “Although you were right, he is like Peter Parker minus the Spiderman aspect.”
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Non Dimenticarmi - Chapter I
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warnings: occasional crude language, violence, death, crime, fluff, mentions of sex (these warnings do not apply just yet)
fandom: The Godfather (films)
relationships: female oc Marsia / Michael Corleone
chapters: 1/?
published: 1-19-19, updated 1-19-19
Marsia Selini Caruso is a young and ambitious young woman growing up in the dirty thirties and fightin' forties. Her father, Riccardo Caruso, is the boss of one of the smallest crime families in America. Against all customs and traditions, Marsia becomes consigliere of the Caruso Family. When she meets Michael Corleone, a man who just so happens to be involved in one of the most powerful organized crime groups, what will the future of the two families- and the two people- turn out to be?
Chapter 1 - November 1945
     She had been thinking about it. It had been weeks, months, maybe even a year since this idea first came into her head. Although, now that she had the chance to do something about it, she didn’t know how.
    The former consigliere to the Caruso family was gunned down outside of Serri’s Laundromat last Monday. Giuseppe Marino, or Joey as his friends and family called him, was not only loyal to the bone but also a hell of a good attorney. Almost thirty-seven cases involving the Family and he won all but two. It was indeed a shame to see him go; Joey was like a brother to everyone he was on good terms with.
    Marsia Selini Caruso, the daughter of Don Riccardo Caruso, was destined to become the next Family consigliere. Her father had considered it before but didn’t want her to get involved in the business. She felt differently about it, though. Marsia had watched from the sidelines as her father and brothers and other caporegimes made important deals and got in on the action. She thought it was thrilling. The chance of getting killed at any moment kept her on her toes and she liked that.
Time and time again, Marsia tried to prove her abilities to her father. At the dinner table she gave intimidating looks and sat in her chair with dignity and pride. He dismissed the nonsense because all he ever wanted for her was for her to get a good husband, have some children and live a life of piece. But that was not what Marsia sought.
    She knew her father would end up making her consigliere. As much as he talked about keeping her away from all of it, he needed her and she knew that. She was smart. She was calm, cool and collected and knew her manners well. Challenging her just made her more capable of coming out victorious. She took negativity and transformed it into fuel for her fire of life. She was a woman who most girls wanted to grow up to be like.
    As a young adult, Marsia was the friend that everyone turned to for advice. She was good at observing situations and figuring how to do things right.
    This is how she had come up with it. The idea that had been harvested in her mind since the first war between the Families. While the Carusos were strong, they were dwindling. Only 2 full-blooded Carusos remained in the business; Riccardo, the boss, and Marsia’s brother, Gianluca. He preferred to be called Luca. He was the underboss and often seemed to be the brain of the group. When he and Joey put their brains together, they were powerful enough to take control of all the Families.
    All the other members of the Family were either friends from childhood or had proven themselves (sometimes unknowingly) to Riccardo or Luca. Take Leonardo Puglisi, for example. Leo was Marsia’s partner in a project in elementary school. Riccardo allowed Leo to come over to their house to work together. They worked very well and seemed to get along just fine, so naturally, Riccardo took interest in him. Though young, Leo displayed honesty, smarts and perseverance. Riccardo knew that later, when Leo was older, he would be an excellent asset to the Family. He is now the best capo of not only the Caruso Family, but the whole state (according to his boss).
    Then there was Ricco and Carl Pellegrini, the former being the eldest brother. They were both very good capos but Carl seemed to be more street-smart than his brother. Those two were both very good friends of Luca’s in high school, often partaking in shady activities together. Luca knew that Ricco and Carl would be loyal to the Family no matter what, so when he got older, he mentioned them to his father.
    There were only two caporegimes in the Family, and each controlled a total of seven soldatos. Ricco oversaw four soldatos: Francesco “Frank” Marino, Lorenzo “Enzo” Bruno, Samuel “Sam” Romano, and Sebastiano “Tino” Greca. Carl had three: Calogero Russo, Vincenzo “Vinnie” Zampa, and Geno Sagese.
    Considering the sizes of the other Families, this was extremely small. Marsia’s goal was to become consigliere of the Caruso Family and talk about merging with the Corleone Family. The two Families never had any disputes and always fought on the same side in wars. Don Vito Corleone had sometimes asked Don Riccardo for favors and vice versa. Never did either one refuse. For this reason, it would not be difficult to combine. If the Carusos were to stay independent, they would soon fall apart, and they were already vulnerable enough.
    A few days after Joey’s death, Marsia’s father had come to her to ask about the position of consigliere. Of course, Riccardo was still unsure about it. He would hate to see his daughter die because of the business. He also wasn’t entirely sure of her capabilities, seems how she was not a man. If he were to dub her consigliere, she would be the first woman in the history of the mafia to have a position higher than an associate. In the end, Riccardo accepted and made Marsia consigliere. Now she just needed to mention her idea to her father.
    She had been thinking about it. It had been weeks months, maybe even a year since this idea first came into her head. Although, now that she had the chance to do something about it, she didn’t know how.
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