Many would think that in order to attract Hades, Maria di Angelo would do something morbid or that her family would own a funeral home, but they are completely wrong. Coming from a long line of florists, Maria di Angelo inherited the business and sold flowers in Venice. Because her shop was close to a local cemetery, it was very common for her to buy flowers to leave on the graves of loved ones, and she always grew some especially for her parents and dead relatives.
Nico and Bianca did not fall behind in the family tradition, they spent hours on end tending to the garden with their mother, getting dirty in the dirt and even walking through the cemetery while Maria prayed for the deceased. Bianca was more interested in studying about all this, about the earth, flowers, jewelry and this enchanted her even though it was not common for women to study. Nico, on the other hand, didn't care much about the meaning of things, he just read the biography of each tomb they found and thought about the premature deaths of some of them.
People would say that Nico was the weirder of the two, but that's not true. Bianca, equally weird, was a weird child and too smart for her age, skeptical and uninterested in boys, unlike how a girl should be. Her younger brother was restless, always skipping school to play a card game that no one else knew about, he was interested in strange things and nothing caught his attention more than ancient Greek heroes, monsters and other mythological creatures. He never chose statues of princesses, always the brave heroes in skirts, the so-called foustanellas.
Nico felt strange from time to time, a twinge in his brain, a chill down his spine or butterflies in his stomach. The funny thing is that every time this happened, some fatal accident would appear in the newspaper. Always involving people he knew. But it must just be a coincidence.
Bianca felt none of that, no strange feelings or visions of something beyond human, so she never understood any of her brother's interests in monsters, or how he managed to know where all the dead rats scattered around the school grounds were, much less how Nico couldn't read books as easily as she could.
When they were children they understood each other perfectly, Bianca spoke, Nico obeyed. They always walked behind each other, shared things and adults certainly confused them when they were babies more than once. Almost like twins, if they weren't two years apart they could disguise themselves as each other without raising suspicion.
Maybe they could have been the same age. Maybe they could have looked exactly the same.
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₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Wrightworth in the middle of the night. Miles Edgeworth had another nightmare and so he couldn't sleep. He called Phoenix because he knew what he needed.
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It was a dark night. Edgeworth woke up with sweat behind his neck and with a terrible shout. He fell asleep in his office. Again. It was the same nightmare. Over and over again. The blood on his hands will stay and he will never be able to wash it away. He took a steady breath and tried to push out all the horrible memories however his hands were still shaking and he knew that it wouldn't go away quickly. He carefully picked up his phone. There was only one person he could trust with something like this. And so he promptly dialed Wright's number.
"Hello Miles...?" He heard the voice and his heart almost instantly calmed down.
"Yes, it's me...I hope I am not interrupting something Phoenix."
Phoenix knew that voice. It was the voice Miles uses when he's trying to call out for help but doesn't know how. Phoenix's voice softened.
"I am coming."
After what seemed like an eternity for Miles, he heard a knock on his office doors. And right the moment after, Phoenix entered the room. Miles quickly stood up and ran towards Phoenix. Phoenix in the meantime closed the door and spread his arms wide open. In which Miles broke down on the floor with Phoenix hugging him.
"I...I am sorry...I know we shouldn't s-someone might've seen you and...and..."
Miles managed to whisper out with quiet sniffles and sobs interrupting him now and then.
"Hey, it's alright...I am here now....you're with me now..."
Okay okay okay I'm working on a Spiderverse fic based on if I was in it because the hyperfixation is hitting very hard right now. I haven't figured out what the main plot will be yet but here's what I have come up with so far!! I think I'm going to post it on Wattpad and (maybe) on here chapter-by-chapter!!! Also. Hart is not my real last name. Also some of the ideas are contradictory, my brain thought of them in the order they are listed. There's still quite a few more complex ideas in my brain
HERE IT IS!!!!:
Oliver hart, the one and only spider man.
Started a band with Hobie and Gwen, being the singer and piano player.
Does not like Miguel in the slightest, but is still there to try and change everything, as well to have some control of what is going on in the situation.
Had to overcome the freezing up aspect of his anxiety
Gets triggered frequently but is able to face through it by wearing the mask
The only ones who have seen him cry without his mask on are Hobie and Gwen.
Hobie and Gwen absolutely adore his art, and he thinks the both of them are the absolute shit.
Finds the disabled spider man really lovely (I don’t remember her line, but I found it really silly that she made the crutch joke because that’s shit I would do heheheh)
Thought that Gwen’s outfit was really cool with the trans colors
Thinks pavitr is fucking rad as hell
Stammers a lot, but is still really silly and good at thinking on the spot
It took him a while to get strong enough to sling himself around, but is not very good at slinging himself through tight spaces because he’s fat.
Compares himself to the other spiders a lot
Genuinely scared of Miguel because of how much he reminds him of his dad.
Definitely helped Hobie get parts for the watches, going out of his way to keep tabs on him because he’s terrified of his band mates getting hurt.
Thinks miles is so so cool from all he’s heard about him from gwen. LIKE, ANOTHER COOL ART DUDE??? WHOSE OUTFIT IS SO SO COOL??
Will not hesitate to complain about a bad texture
Him and Pavitr are in the hair exposed gang.
Oliver does have a hood for his hair, but he prefers not to use it when he can because it’s uncomfortable.
HIs headphones have spider webs from all his friends as a momento, as well as to stick to his head.
He got special gear to have a music player inside of his suit.
Likes to point out that he did not choose to be Spiderman, he just chose to help people because he always wanted to do that.
One of his drawings is on Hobie’s guitar, and Hobie signed his piano
The death of one of his uncles, who is a cop, he felt could have been avoided if he was only more nimble and slim, so that’s one of the big things he compares himself to the other spiders to. If only he could have been fast enough.
Hobie and Gwen both know that holding hands reduces Oliver’s anxiety tremendously
Oliver was in his room, recording a song for release before a portal from spider HQ appeared in his room.
“WHAT IN THE EVER LIVING JESUS FUCKING-” He yelled.
So yeah that was Miguel’s first impression of him
He was very uncomfortable at hq for a while, until Hobie noticed the anarchy symbol on his shoes and they swiftly became friends.
He had already told his parents that he was spiderman because he actually trusts them and know they wont’ tell the public or anything.
HE immediately shot miguel in the face with his web shooter, apologizing profusely afterwards.
He initially found Miguel really goofy
but once shit hit the fan he no longer found Miguel goofy. Oh me oh my
OH!! I FORGOT TO ADD!! HERE IS HIS DESIGN!!: (The first one is the most accurate design, but the purple one on on the right is also verysimilar to hsi final design.)
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summary: Y/n L/n, a high school student in her senior year who lives in the small town of Woodsboro, California. She can’t really complain about her life, she’s a great student, with great friends to whom she can tell everything, well, almost everything. But what happens when a masked killer is on the loose? And one of her closest friends turns out to be the main target of the said killer? Will she be able to survive?
a/n: hello everyone! Sorry for taking so long to update this fic, but im currently on the last week of college’s 1st semester and there’s just exams after exams and it makes it difficult to write. Don’t worry after next week im on vacay so all have more time to write! Hope you enjoy this chapter :)
pairing: Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x female!reader
word count: 2.3k
warnings: mentions of death (murder); mentions of gutting;
vocab: 10-33 means there is an emergency (need immediate assistance);
Now outside, under the bright sunlight of that morning, classes having been dismissed for the rest of the day, you laid down next to your friends on the school campus font. Their voices muffled as your mind was elsewhere. After the interrogation you almost instantly fled the room, almost forgetting to bid the Sheriff and Dewey goodbye, you had gone to the bathroom to try and cool yourself down, you had never imagined that being questioned would make you feel so nervous, but there you were.
You had gone to the usual hang-out spot you and your friends used to hang out after classes, which was on the high school campus font. Everyone met you thereafter their questionings. Tatum and Stu had been the firsts to arrive, goofing around since the moment they sat down. Their cheesiness and flirtatious remarks at one another made you roll your eyes, but overall they were cute together so you left them be. Randy had been the third to arrive, as he sat next to you starting up a conversation about how his questioning had gone. Meanwhile, Sid and Billy arrived, and the whole group was complete.
You came to your senses when Tatum asked both, you and Sidney, what questions you were asked during the interrogation.
"They asked me if I knew Casey." Sidney responded, to which you confirmed to be questioned the same thing.
"Yeah, they asked me that too." Tatum answered.
As you sat up, from where you were laying next to Randy, the boys started to talk about their questionings.
"Did they ask you if you liked to hunt?" Stu asked Billy.
You looked over at where Stu was sitting next to Tatum. The sun hitting your face directly made it difficult to see, making you lift your hand to block the glowing light.
"Yeah, they did. Did they ask you?" Billy questioned Stu this time.
"Yeah." He answered.
"Hunt?" Tatum questioned, "Why did they ask you if you liked to hunt?" She looked over at her boyfriend with a confused expression.
"Cause their bodies were gutted." Randy answered her, eating some of Tatum's snacks.
Randy offered you some of Tatum's snacks, which you gladly accepted since you hadn't eaten anything besides that granola bar you grabbed on your way to school this morning.
"Thank you, Randy." Billy ironically said.
"They didn't ask me if I liked to hunt." Tatum stated, to which you agreed with her, nodding your head.
"They didn't ask me that either." You answered while eating.
"It's cause there's no way a girl could've killed them." Stu answered.
Tatum looked over at him with an “areyouserious” expression and said, "That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female, 'Basic Instinct'."
Randy, the ever movie expert, answered with "That was an ice pick, not exactly the same thing."
Only them for making this whole conversation taking turns no one ever thought it would. You just simply sat there and ate, while listening.
"Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out." Stu said, "The fact is it takes a man to do something like that."
"Or a man's mentality." Tatum added.
"How do you gut someone?" Sidney asked, suddenly.
This made the whole group turn to her. Your gaze softened as you looked at her figure. As you thought earlier that same day, this must be making her throwback to almost a year prior.
"You take a knife and you slit 'em from growing to sternum." Stu answered. You grimaced. Making you a little nauseated soon losing your appetite.
"Hey, it's called tacked you fuck rag." Billy said suddenly.
You were hoping someone would change the topic of conversation. Hopefully, for you, Sid must've read your thoughts as she asked Stu if he didn't use to date Casey. It didn't take long for Stu and Randy to start making jokes about the whole situation.
You watched as Sid got up and left and as Billy ran his hand through his hair, frustrated, but didn't say anything.
You decided that it was time to go as well, you, Tatum, and Sid had planned a movie night at Tatum's house. Sid's dad was out on a work trip and she would be spending the night at Tatum's already, so you would just hang out for a bit.
Tatum had a practice that afternoon and would pick Sidney up, and you would meet them at Tatums. You had agreed to a-company Randy to the video store where he worked because it was on the way to the grocery store.
After bidding goodbye to Randy you had made your way to get some snacks for the movie night. You bought some microwave popcorn and some other things to bring to Tatums. After getting everything you thought was necessary for a normal movie marathon with the girls, you went home to change for something more comfortable than your school clothes. You took your time as Tatum's practice only ended at 7 pm, even though you would arrive at the Rileys household a little earlier to get the snacks ready.
When 6:30 pm showed on the clock, you decided to get going to the Rileys, mainly because you were bored out of your mind and couldn't focus on your homework. You made your way to their house, grocery bag in hand. It was a 10-minute walk from your house to Tatums, and the weather was nice, a slight breeze in the middle of a sunny day.
When you arrived you knocked on the door. Mrs. Riley opened it and soon the both of you started a conversation, she helped you with your bags and to prepare the popcorn, even after you insisted that you could do it yourself and that she didn't need to worry, but as usual, she didn't listen to you. So you went to the cabinets in the kitchen and grabbed a bowl for the popcorn and another for the candy you had brought.
Soon it was 7 pm, and Mrs. Riley said that she would get started with dinner, you had asked her if she wanted help and if there was anything you could do, but she had brushed you off and told you to go wait in Tatum's room because the girls would be arriving in a few. With that you thanked her for her help with the snacks and excused yourself as you went upstairs, taking the bowels of both popcorn and candy with you to Tatum's bedroom.
Time passed by and you waited for them to arrive, you laid on Tatum's spare bed and looked at the ceiling, a forgotten magazine of Tatum's was next to you on the bed, you had read the whole thing, you weren't exactly a fan of magazines but it was the only one in Tatum's bedroom that got your attention and it was a good pastime.
You looked at the clock on the bedside table and noticed that it was really late. As you were about to get up and go downstairs Mrs. Riley opened the door, phone in hand, and informed you that Tatum's practice had ended later than expected and that she was on her way to go get Sidney, you thanked her, and she informed you that she would be downstairs to the kitchen if you needed anything.
You got up from bed and stretched. You decided to go downstairs and help Mrs. Riley set the table and to make her some company. You grabbed a handful of popcorn before leaving the room when your stomach rumbled. You were eating and going down the stairs when the front door opened and Dewey stepped inside the house.
You stopped on the last set of stairs for a second, as you watched Dewey take off his deputy hat and hang it on the clothe hanger next to the door. He then looked up and, his before-tired expression changed immediately for a happier one upon seeing you.
You smiled and greeted him with a "Hey Dewey", and continued to walk down the stairs, cleaning your hands from the crumbs of popcorn, on your jeans.
"Y/n hi." He said as he placed his keys on the piece of furniture next to the hanger, "What are you doing here?" He asked, but then tried to refrain it from what he had actually meant, "Not that you aren't welcome here. Obviously you're welcome." Dewey stuttered as he babbled, looking everywhere but at you, his hand going to the back of his neck nervously.
"You're very much welcome in this household." He continued and you couldn't contain yourself anymore and let out a giggle.
Upon seeing your smile Dewey let out a nervous laugh. "It's ok Dewey, I know what you meant."
He nodded silently, looking at you, an awkward expression taking place in his features.
"To answer your question," you started, your hands moving to rest in the front pockets of your jeans, "The girls and I are having a movie night, I'm waiting for them to arrive.”
Dewey nodded and said "Oh, ok." but quickly added, "It's just that I was a bit surprised, you haven't had any movie nights and slumber parties for almost a year now," he explained, "and Tatum didn’t mention anything."
"You know how Tatum is." That was all you said letting a snort while smiling.
Dewey snorted as well. "Yeah, yeah I do." He said.
Over this last year, Dewey and you hadn't talked much, as he mentioned, the slumber parties, movie nights, or marathons hadn't happened in a long time, since what happened to Sid's mom, you and the girls haven't gathered at Tatums, at least all of you together, for a while. The three of you went everywhere together but had never gathered at night again, tonight was the first time since.
You still went to Tatums to study during the afternoon, sometimes after class, but Dewey wasn't around, he was busy with his work. And you respected that, it just made things awkward because you hadn't talked to him for so long, that it was difficult to start up a conversation.
"I was on my way to see if Mrs. Riley needed help in the kitchen." You stated, breaking the tense atmosphere.
Dewey looked at you and nodded.
You were about to take your first step and make your way to the kitchen when Dewey stood in front of you blocking the pathway. You looked up at him and he seemed to realize how close he was to you because he took a small step back, but he was still close enough for you to smell his cologne.
"Sorry, I—I just wanted to talk to you about something." He said, voice quieter than before, as he looked down at you, "if that's ok with you." Dewey added quickly.
His tone made your eyebrows furrow as you looked up at him, "It depends, I'm not liking the tone in your voice," you admitted, letting your voice drop to the same level he was. Dewey grimaced a little, and that answered your question, it was something serious. "Did something happen?" You asked, concerned, looking straight at Dewey.
"I want—" Dewey was about to answer when his radio, that was on his uniform belt, sounded.
"All units respond to a 10-33 on 1820 Calistoga Road, Santa Rosa, CA 95404.”
Your eyebrows came together for a second as you heard the message that came from the radio. But it soon faltered as you looked up at Dewey, locking gazes with him, both of you recognizing that address. It was Sids. The both of you set to action. You went to the door and opened it as Dewey grabbed his keys. Dewey stepped outside as you closed the door behind you and quickly made to follow him, only to be stopped. You collided with Dewey's chest on the front porch when you took your first step forward.
Dewey looked at you worriedly and just said "Stay here."
Confused you asked, "What?" Your heart was racing in your chest as you looked up at him.
He reached behind you to open the front door of his house and explained quickly yet concretely, "Go back inside and stay put."
You shocked your head, "No way, I'm coming with you." You tried to move past him but he blocked your away once again.
"No, you're not." He said, starting to become exasperated, "It could be dangerous, so please, just stay here." His authoritative police tone stepping in.
"I don't care, she's my friend. I'm going." You tried to swerve past him once again, but to no avail, as he blocked your path for the third time.
You couldn't take this, you were wasting time. You should already be on your way, what if something bad happened to Sid? Your adrenaline was high and your heart was beating fast in your chest, so loud that you could almost hear it. You were starting to get frustrated because you weren't able to dodge past Dewey, he blocked your way every single time, and you were just losing it.
"Dewey let me pass." You said, but then Dewey grabbed both your shoulders abruptly, making you focus on him, your eyes, which were shining with unshed tears, locked with his.
"Y/n, just listen for once in your life!" He said, his voice rough and low, yet demanding, it made you flinch slightly because it was a tone you had never heard him use, especially with you. "It can be dangerous, so please, just stay here and I promise that I'll call as soon as I know what is going on."
You stared at Dewey's eyes, his expression desperate, and nodded slowly, a lone tear streamed down your face as you had locked gazes. He let go of your shoulders slowly and that made you break eye contact, looking down while drying your watery eyes with the sleeves of your hoodie. "Go." You told him, and when he didn't move you repeated, giving a gentle push towards his police car. "We've already wasted too much time, go and make sure Sid’s alright!" Dewey then set to action and ran, getting inside his vehicle.
You watched as Dewey drove off, and then entered the Riley’s household once more, letting your forehead rest against the now closed door.
