"when you marry off a son to the church, they're married to god's vicar on earth" lives rent free in my mind now, thank you very much! also, can't stop thinking of rodrigo borgia and giuliano della rovere as a bickering divorced couple, and it's too kinda your fault -_-
absolutely CACKLING at the idea of rodrigo and giuliano as a divorced couple because I've always envisioned them as two different types of monsters that despised each other and were intent on eating the other along with anyone else that got in their way, with giuliano coming out of that war winning. and it wasn't enough to get the throne (the papacy), he also kicked cesare to the curb after luring him back in. we love to see it! you can't buy that kind of hate off the shelves, you have to curate it and let it fester like an open wound! an absolute masterclass in driving in one final nail into the coffin of a family you despise. (there's a kind of dynastic rivalry subtext in regards to inheritance etc, between these two that makes them incompatible with the divorced framework to me. it's more of a eat or be eaten, destroy the pretender to the throne, etc etc in my mind)
ascanio sforza and giuliano della rovere on the other hand. they have an adjacent kind of divorced energy, to me. those two were rivals for so long (ascanio kneecapping della rovere by backing rodrigo in the papal elections, and it escalating from there), and only came together in the end (della rovere visiting ascanio every day on summer for conversation, hello??), and even then: that came with a hefty side of deeply unbalanced power dynamics of the julius caesar-clemency variety (fun fact! when giuliano della rovere became pope, he took on the name julius II in reference to julius caesar!)
wait--- you want to know who's literally divorced, though? ascanio and rodrigo. ascanio was one of the major players in setting up the lucrezia borgia-giovanni sforza marriage, and that annulment had implications, especially with how rodrigo kept trying to shut ascanio out of vatican politics. that didn't stop them from sharing the pastime of gambling together, though.
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so i read this angsty fic where rain has a dream that hes in his room with no windows or doors to escape from and the walls start closing in on him and all the band members show up and start telling him how much they hate him and stuff and then he wakes up and they comfort him and whatever, but it gave me an idea...
if you grew up watching icarly then we all know the episode where the crazy girl Nora invites the gang to her birthday and ends up locking them in her dads sound booth in the basement because the door locks from the outside,
now i give you: the band finishing up in the sound room after working on a new song, rain is trying to put his guitar away but one of the clips on the case gets stuck so he tries to fix it but no one has noticed that hes still in there so they shut the door and it locks automatically with the keys sitting on a table outside the sound room. when rain finally fixes his case he goes to leave the room but finds that its locked and the rest of the band is gone. he starts to panic due to his severe claustrophobia and the fact that no one can hear him from outside with the mics turned off. the worst part is that other than the sound room, theres nothing in the basement which means no ones gonna go down there anytime soon. it takes a couple hours for the band to realise rain is missing since hes usually so quiet, and when they actually do find him hes curled into a ball on the floor of the sound room having a panic attack and crying cuz hes scared...
im just gonna leave this here.
do what you want with it :)
babe im obssessed with your brain. you could've just said the final part and it would still make sense but you still included the insane icarly part. and i remember. i remember that episode. i want to look inside your brain
anyway, back to the ghouls,
i think mountain would notice rain’s missing first - i like to think that they have a comedic bond between each other, whenever someone does or says something stupid, they make eye contact like jim from the office looks at the camera. so while they’re settled in a lounge area or whatever and are hanging out after the recording/jam session, at some point dew does something characteristically stupid and mountain looks for rain, only to notice that he’s not here and hasn’t been out of the sound room.
so he makes a run back to the sound room, the other ghouls following him, and they find rain curled up like you said, run out of tears but still shivering.
aether would immediately do some quintessence magic work, not putting him unconscious but keeping his mind at ease while apologizing profusely to him and trying to calm him down by hugging him.
dew would be the one raising hell and yelling at everyone "how could you leave him behind? why wouldn't you check if someone was in? who the fuck allowed this to happen?" he's absolutely not helping at the moment and everyone knows he's not mad at them, only at himself but he doesn't have the words to express that, so they just let him blow up
the ghoulettes would immediately run to rain's room, preparing everything for him, a nice bath with all the soaps and bubbles, multiple blankets brought to his bed, candles lit, tv playing a rerun of a sitcom, pillows fluffed, all the mess picked up etc and they would leave the rest to the boys
swiss runs to the kitchen to scramble to bring rains comfort food to his room, some ice cream and fries, and whatever sweet thing he can find
aether makes mountain carry rain to his room, while dew continues spewing shit left right and center. they'd find the room so cozy and soft, smelling like vanilla and ocean breeze from the candles the ghoulettes lit, and a whole tray of random assortment of food courtesy of swiss.
i think aether would put rain in the bath, still using some quintessence magic to make him feel better, also feeling extra guilty because he's the 'leader' and he forgot a soldier behind ykno? so he would be so so gentle and soft, reassuring rain that he is loved and cared for and they were just so stupid. mountain would tell him the stupid thing dew did that made him realize that he was missing (and maybe dew shenanigans brings a soft smile to rains face after the hellish hours he spent there alone)
after the bath, a micro ghoul pile ensues on rains bed, just holding him tightly, feeding him the fries and ice cream, mindlessly looking at the tv. everyone ridden with guilt and pain at their mistake.
once rain feels a bit better, swiss, aether and mountain leave to not overwhelm him even more.
that's when dew finally slips into the bed behind rain, big spooning him. he holds him tightly against his chest, placing kisses on the small of his back, his neck, his shoulders, muttering a million im sorries in between each kiss. rain holds his hands tightly and brings them to his chest, he believes him, he trusts and loves him.
everything's fine.
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Kay so I’m aro right, and because of that I’ve got some funky cool weird shit around certain common relationship activities tee ehm, one of those being kissing. Broadly speaking, I don’t like it. Forehead kisses, shoulder kisses, basically anything not on the face, those are fine for me pretty much 100% of the time. But like. Kissing kissing?? Like making out?? Ahaha no. I’ll do it for like a bit or to prove a point or whatever but then I’ll either surreptitiously or blatantly wipe my lips off after.
My beloved sundrop knows I’m aro and, pretty early on in our qpr, asked what I’m comfortable with in regards to kissing, and after trying to explain verbally what I just outlined in writing they just simplified everything and said they’d follow my lead and let me initiate as I would. And that took SO MUCH pressure off!!
Let me explain: in literally every other relationship I’ve had, kissing was an expectation. Whether they were purely sexual or romantic, every single one of my partners just assumed we’d be locking lips eventually, if not constantly. (The sexual context made kissing more bearable, meaning that’s really the only time I enjoyed myself.) Making out for the sake of making out was more a duty or a performance than anything I did because I wanted to; I wasn’t initiating anything, I was simply fulfilling the expectation of my role. So to have all that pressure, that specific expectation removed entirely? For it to be left up to me and my comfort levels? I don’t think I can adequately describe the relief it gave me to someone who hasn’t experienced that before.
That initial conversation was months ago. Last fucking year, if I’m remembering right. And now I actively enjoy making out for the sake of it! It is so fucking weird, honestly, but like a nice kind of weird - the kind you get used to, eventually.
Anyway. Moral of the story, if you’re in a relationship and you wanna kiss your partner, ask what they’re comfortable with first. Different comfort levels? Do NOT for the love of FUCK pressure them, let them take things at their pace and to their comfort levels because pushing someone to do shit before they’re ready to is how you fuck a person UP. And it kinda pisses me off that it took me until my 20s to find someone who loves me unconditionally enough to work and live with me as I am.
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