#mare ring

He is living Self-Insert live, let him be.

My boy did nothing wrong.

If you're planning on cosplaying millefiore but can't find the rings for them anywhere, we have a little tutorial to making them cheap/quick!

What you'll need:

(You'll most likely have to use some sort of necklace/bracelet charms and break off the loops to use them as finding wings was kinda hard.)

The first step is to glue the wings to the back of the gem. What glue you use depends on what you do the next step. Nail glue is easier to control but requires an additional step.

If using nail glue, you have to take a small piece of scrap fabric and saturate it with a drop or two of nail glue and sandwich it between the ring and the rhinestone to fill it in enough to put the rhinestone on the adjustable ring. (You might to to layer a few times depending on how thick the wings are). If using hot glue then you can just hot glue directly onto the band.

And there you have it!

Can't have them talking bout it in Daily Arc, or Varia Arc?

There was a slight problem with knowing too much. He started to lose the anticipation and excitement. Byakuran knew what would happen with every move he made. He could predict the exact course of action his enemies will take, what they would say, and even tell what they were thinking. After all, he had seen it all before in the other worlds. But the process of gaining power still gave him some thrill. Each world was different and the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings could cause a storm. Life was a game. And the “boss” of every game Byakuran played was almost always Vongola. It was no different in this world. He heard news of Vongola’s prosperity and its tight hold on the underground society. Vongola was the head of this darker world and the empire Byakuran was going to overthrow. “Vongola is currently under Xanxus’s rule,” his subordinate said to him. At that time, Byakuran had just become the boss of the Millefiore family. He hadn’t started targeting Vongola yet. If there was one thing he knew about war, it was that information was important. He could be armed with the knowledge from a thousand worlds but one change in a small detail could mean game over for him. That was what made conquering the multiverse exciting. “Xanxus is the Tenth, you say?” Byakuran wasn’t that surprised. He had seen a few worlds where Sawada Tsunayoshi wasn’t the Tenth boss of Vongola. Sometimes it was Enrico, other times Xanxus ruled, and a few of them had other candidates...but he took over those worlds without problem. “No.” The other young man shook his head. “The Tenth is Sawada Tsunayoshi.” “But Xanxus is in charge?” Now that peaked his interest a little. “Where did Sawada Tsunayoshi go?” His mind glossed over a few possibilities. A puppet boss. A fake and a front because Xanxus didn’t have the blood. But it didn’t sound like Xanxus’s style. What could have caused this change? “Sawada eloped.” Byakuran nearly choked on his marshmallow but he didn’t let it show. He smiled and asked steadily, “Come again please?” “He ran off with his Sun Guardian.” “Sasagawa Ryohei?” That was an unexpected candidate. The young man looked confused but he carried out his duty and explained. “Actually, the Sun Guardian is a man nicknamed the Heavenly Tyrant.” Now, Byakuran had to put his favorite sweets down. He hadn’t heard of such a person in the other worlds. A new person. Another possibility. How exciting. They tried to gather information on this Heavenly Tyrant but there was very little on him. They said he was a cold-blooded killer. A madman with too many loose screws. But that was it, not even the Vongola had much on him. Apparently he took Sawada Tsunayoshi right before the teen was supposed to take on the mantle as Decimo officially so not a lot of people even got to meet his face. Byakuran doesn’t remember how long he laughed that day after he heard the news. But he does know that he had a hard time eating the marshmallows afterwards because his stomach hurt from the cramps. It looked like Sawada won’t be a problem in this universe. Back to the present, Byakuran piled the marshmallows into a short tower as he pondered. It wasn’t common for him to feel out of his elements, not when he had planned this kind of thing so many times before. But here he was, thinking. He remembered the meeting with Xanxus. The man looked exactly like how he had seen him in the other universes. He was all scowls and arrogance. It was after they had killed off a few of the Arcobalenos. Out of tradition and out of a need for seeing his enemy in this universe with his own eyes, Byakuran agreed to meet with the man in charge of Vongola to discuss a peace treaty.

I love Byakuran's parallels world powers. In a way I guess we have it too? Its literally AO3 Fanfictions???

Tsuna as the Mare Sky. All alone with an oblivious mother, Tsuna dreams. Nana doesn’t hear that Tsuna wakes up screaming from his dreams, screaming until his voice is hoarse. She doesn’t recognize the dark bags under her son’s eyes from his sleepless nights. No one does. In Namimori, Tsuna has no friends; no one dares approach the strange boy with dead eyes.

The dreams never stop. Tsuna has nightmares of worlds where, lost in his sadness and loneliness, he snaps and somehow tries to end the world he’s living in because he cannot take it anymore. He has nightmares where he jumps off a bridge, takes a knife to his wrist, where he overdoses. The knowledge of the razor in his drawer gives far more comfort then Tsuna could imagine.

Worse are the happy dreams. The dreams where he is with friends who support him, parents that pay attention to him, where he’s wanted, loved and valued. Tsuna always wakes up from those in tears.

Tsuna desperately needs someone to lean on, someone to be his friend. He needs someone to tell him it’ll be alright, that it’s okay, that he’s still sane. But his mother never realizes and no one else hears his pleas for help.

Byakuran sat down on the sofa in his office as he stared out of the large windows beside him. The sky was a bright blue but his mood wasn’t as sunny. This world of his was a strange strange place. Now, he had seen many different worlds at this point and the Byakurans in those parallel universes had conquered a lot of them too. This world was a game for those in power while the rest were pawns on the board. And nothing more. So he planned and schemed. He used the knowledge acquired from the other worlds and built his own web. Byakuran quickly rose to power within the Gesso family. Then he started expanding outwards. At first, they were nothing. Compared to Cavallone or Vongola, the Gessos were mediocre and mostly forgotten by people. They were the green leaves, the grass on the side, and the wallflowers during balls. But Byakuran knew people and he knew the art of manipulation well. Soon, their name became equal to that of a black horse. He got power, he got wealth...and he got respect and fear. Yet it wasn’t enough. There was a slight problem with knowing too much. He started to lose the anticipation and excitement. Byakuran knew what would happen with every move he made. He could predict the exact course of action his enemies will take, what they would say, and even tell what they were thinking. After all, he had seen it all before in the other worlds. But the process of gaining power still gave him some thrill. Each world was different and the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings could cause a storm. Life was a game. And the “boss” of every game Byakuran played was almost always Vongola. It was no different in this world. He heard news of Vongola’s prosperity and its tight hold on the underground society. Vongola was the head of this darker world and the empire Byakuran was going to overthrow. “Vongola is currently under Xanxus’s rule,” his subordinate said to him. At that time, Byakuran had just become the boss of the Millefiore family. He hadn’t started targeting Vongola yet. If there was one thing he knew about war, it was that information was important. He could be armed with the knowledge from a thousand worlds but one change in a small detail could mean game over for him.

The Gesso Family begin small and 'lesser' is funny, the Vongola never saw it coming!