#belle moreau ----> intro

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{ aslihan malbora, cis female, she/her } from bounds bay, channel 33 presents …  belle from beauty and the beast as belle moreau. in tonight’s episode of disneyvison we follow the thirty year old in their day to day life  as a/an librarian. talk around town, recently that they are patient , yet can still be moody. let’s see what will happen in today’s episode … ✧

STATS

Full Name: Belle Annette Moreau

Nicknames: None

Age: 30

Birthday: May 6

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Occupation: Librarian

Sexuality: Heteroflexible

Relationship Status: Single

Positive Traits (+): Patient, Generous, Understanding, Organized, Kind, Trustworthy

Negative Traits (-): Moody, Stubborn, Blunt, Temperamental, Emotionally Guarded, Set in her Ways

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5′6″

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Clothing Style: Professional Chic

Piercings/Tattoos: Ears, No Tattoos

Scars/Other Markings: No Scars

BIO

Belle Annette Moreau was born Mary 6, 1992 to Fabrice and Maurice Moreau. The Moreau family home wasn’t lare, or expensive by any means. The Moreau’s were not wealthy or rich by any means, though they had more than enough love to go around. Her mother, Fabrice, was an elementary school art teacher, while her father Maurice was an inventor. Their life was happy and full, and one which many often only dreamed of. However, when Belle was 12, her mother passed away unexpectedly, leaving only her and Maurice behind. 

Belle and her father grieved, though their bond remained through their turmoil. To handle the situation, her father became somewhat of a recluse, throwing himself into his inventions and leaving Belle the responsibilities of the household. Not that she minded, however. She was of the belief that with her mother gone, it was her duty to look after and take care of her father. Maintaining her studies along with a household, however, sometimes took a larger toll on Belle than she realized. This lead her to throwing herself into books, studying and devouring the adventures of others as a means of escape, when she needed it. 

After completing her course of study to become a Librarian, Belle chose to stay in Bounds Bay and took a job at the town Library. Like her mother, she has always enjoyed being around and working with children, and is the Children’s Librarian. She continues to live with her father at the furthest point of town. Though many whisper and wonder about her, her father, and their family in general, Belle does her best to remain positive. She is kind and helpful to all she meets, and dreams of having a love and life of her own. 

HEADCANONS

Belle’s favorite stories are, at their core, love stories. Her parents’ relationship has given her hope, and a beautiful idea of relationships to hold onto and dream of. She yearns for romance, though will hold out until she finds someone capable of giving her the life she has wanted for so long. 

She has one dog, a French Bulldog named Pierre. 

Next to home and the Library, Belle’s favorite place in town is the Town Center. She loves people watching, and enjoys spending time there, surrounded by others. 

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Donna’s alternative boss fight~ just a thought

OKAY HOLD UP-

JUST IMAGINE-

Because I’ve been thinking about this way longer than I should have👀

A boss battle with with Donna, but like an actual one.

NOW HEAR ME OUT-

Donna can, via her plants, creature powerful hallucinations that may or may not be able to actually hurt Ethan/the player.

See some details about this version under the cut:

The location

So just imagine, a battlefield not unlike the one at Mother Miranda’s boss fight. I could imagine it’d look something like this, because that’s just Donna, but a little bigger yk, so the player has room to move around and dodge/fight/etc. I think it would be cool if there were broken doll parts (doll body parts) littered on the ground, just to add more more of Donna here

Now, I assume Donna’s boss fight, even if there was a proper one, wasn’t meant to be that difficult yet. But just imagine-

Dolls flying and attacking you out of nowhere occasionally (possibly shootable before they attack you to prevent said attack)

It’s very dark, so you can’t see Donna, kind of like that one phase at Mother Miranda’s bossfight:

But you hear her. Hear her chuckle because she knows she’s much more powerful than Ethan, and hear her talk the usual battle bla bla. Like imagine she actually had more than ✨1 line✨ I could totally imagine hearing Angie too, both of them talking or laughing or whatever, until all the dolls start crackling, like at Donna’s boss fight in the game (you’ll notice when you don’t stab Angie/Donna, the dolls get louder and louder until they attack), and it just gets so loud.

What I could also imagine is just flashes of hallucinations used against Ethan/the player, like the Mia hallucinations and the baby(🙃) (possibly memories from the baker incident as well)

Now on to Donna herself:

Her mutated look

I like to imagine Donna would have gigantic strings wrapped around some parts of her body, like the puppeteer became the puppet.

Her outfit would probably be mostly covered in mold, but I don’t think she would fully mutate into a different form (like Alcina, Moreau or Heisenberg) and rather mutate into something almost human looking, like Mother Miranda or Marguerite from 7.

I’m no artist, so I can’t illustrate this idea for y’all, sadly!

So I just imagine Donna, most likely a little taller than normally by either having stretched limbs like Marguierite from re7, or maybe her legs grow together and meld together with mold, with strings coming from seemingly nowhere moving her arms and legs, maybe one wrapped around her neck.

Something else I’ve thought about a lot is—

Large needles from her back, almost spider like:

I could imagine as a doll maker she just works with needles a lot, sewing the fine details of her dolls on them or their dresses herself, so I think needles like that would make a cool and terrifying addition to her look. They could either be there as simply a part of her look, or she could, not unlike Mother Miranda in her mutated spider form, actually use them to lift herself, crawl around, or attack Ethan/the player with them!

Personally I would have found it (and actually thought that was the purpose of her boss ‘fight’) cool if we stabbed Angie/Donna the three times and therefore caused/forced her to mutate, like Lady D with the dagger. It would have been a cool intro for her boss fight tbh.

Additional stuff:

Music

Most people, I assume, have noticed the music at some of the bosses’ fights. The most obvious ones are probably the ones at Heisenberg’s and Mother Miranda’s boss battle. (Re8)

So hear me out:

The song Carol Of The Bells, the version posted by Lindsey Stirling, just in the background as she throws all she has Ethan’s way. Dolls, mold, needles, whatever.

Her death

So, I think when Ethan does defeat her, it would be cool to see all the hallucinations fade one by one, until only Donna, a moveless Angie and Ethan are left.

So, that was it, folks! Tell me your thoughts or *your* versions of Donna’s alternative boss fight, if you feel comfortable! Y’all can comment them here or do it anonymously via my profile!

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volatile divinity: wip intro.

✤ basics.

genre: dark fantasy

audience: new adult 

pov & tense: third person / past tense

status: drafting

content warning: mental illness, manipulation

✤ synopsis

charlie prefers to exist in solitude. he, too, prefers the things he can understand; things that are tangible, familiar and unsurprising. so when the ministry asks of him to infiltrate the headquarters of a highly controversial cult to get the bottom of rumours of their return, he is far from content. 

without being offered a choice, he ventures into the depth of the experimentalists - a banished form of magic that vanished following unforgivable acts committed by a group of its scholars. to succeed, he must report to the ministry and assist in preventing the cult’s uprising. 

but as he is swallowed by these depths, things become complicated and he begins to struggle with aspects of his own identity.  

then, he meets terrance. and the fragile bones upon which his purpose is built shatters.

✤ characters

charlie atkinson [he/him] 

a clumsy but clever botanist kept company by his neighbour’s cat. he is constantly in a state of confusion and generally prefers to spend time in solitude. extremely resourceful, yet entirely lost. 

terrance crowley [he/him]

a reckless wildcard he is heavily invested in emotional manipulation through magic, while simultaneously being unable to deal with his own emotions. reserved, blunt and highly controversial.

eva moreau [she/her]

a stubborn journalist. she is a thrill-seeker dreaming of starting her own newspaper. never satisfied, always on the hunt for something new. carefree and confident in her own abilities. fiercely protective of charlie.

agnes erwald [she/her]

a soft lover. as a gentle and forgiving soul, she prefers to live in her own bubble of cascading sunlight. loyal and far too giving for her own good. often neglects her own feeling. mildly forgetful and flakey. 

travis crowley [he/him]

a susceptible wizard with low self-esteem, and terrance’s younger brother. extremely shy and quiet. typically lives in the shadows of others. desperate to find his place, to please everyone else.

✤ on repeat

no time to die by billie eilish

✤ excerpts 

-- from ‘The Hymn of a Golden Bell’

‘Tuesdays tended to unfold like peculiar treasures of tranquillity. No office awaited his presence, no structure required his compliance. They were days of rest; days of a magnificent, chamomiled nothing.’

-- from ‘The Holosphere’

‘The corridor seemed endless in its repetition and reproduction of its own features. The walls were structures of cement, reaching no more than a couple of centimetres above his head. They had turned into a breeding ground for moss and stubborn plantation, some of which sprung flowers dipped in basins of white and yellows. Apart from the light emanating from a small selection of orbs, the corridor was plunged into a penetrating darkness that stuck to his skin like beeswax ‘

thank you for reading! volatile divinity is my first (proper) attempt at a novel and i am extremely excited about this project. i still find myself being unreasonably hard on myself when it comes to my own prose, so i am using this as a way to see if i can rekindle the carefree relationship i had with writing when i was younger.

i am still quite new to this side of tumblr (and incredible nervous to be here lol), but if you’d like to be added to the taglist or have any questions, please feel free to message, ask or reply! 

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Okay, so, the urge to write this hit me (maybe in part because of the new fic). Though I’ve been thinking of it off and on since I wrote it... two or three years ago? I finally got back to it. Raven!Andrew soulmate fic with Raven!Neil (Nathaniel). First part can be found here (I managed to find it).

Uhm, warnings for the Nest (vaguely) and for threats of non-con (that are not carried out). Mention of Nathan, too.

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Andrew felt a manic, medicated smile spread across his face when Aaron chose not to sit next to him in the Intro to Biology class they’d both signed up for; he was tempted to throw a pen at his twin’s head before he slumped down in his seat and barely paid any attention to what was a blow-off class for him. As soon as the bell rang, he was out the door and waited in the hallway for Aaron to come out. When his brother cautiously stepped outside, he grabbed onto Aaron’s left arm and dragged him aside.

“What, no brotherly love today?” Andrew asked with a bright (false) grin. “Do I stink? I swear I showered after morning practice.” The other students gave them a wide berth, especially when they caught sight of Andrew’s black and red track jacket that all the Ravens had to wear outside of the Nest.

Aaron cursed beneath his breath as he shook his head, then switched to German. “Look, it’s for the best, okay? Just leave me alone.”

“Why?” Andrew’s eyes narrowed as he thought about Riko. “Did someone say something to you?”

Aaron ran his right hand through his hair, which was shaggier than Andrew’s (than his ‘nice’, Raven-styled haircut). “Do any of the other students talk to you? Sit next to you?” When Andrew scoffed at that, Aaron scowled. “It’s not because you’re an asshole, but because everyone here leaves the Ravens alone, it’s like you’re part of some special clique and they don’t like anyone messing with the status quo even if they’re a Raven’s brother. So just… call me or something, maybe we’ll get together on the weekends someplace away from campus, but I can’t chance losing this scholarship. I’m sorry.” Aaron gave him a casual wave as he walked away.

Andrew stood there for a minute as bitterness filled him at how easily Aaron cast him aside, focused on himself as always. It didn’t matter that Andrew had crossed the country for him, had risked his own life to get rid of Tilda for him, had joined the Ravens… well, partially for him.

The asshole hadn’t even managed to get hold of any alcohol for him yet.

He was late to his next class, an American History one, but the professor didn’t bat an eye at his arrival even though she’d chewed out another student last week for doing the same thing. Andrew barely paid attention to what was being said again, confident that he’d pass everything like he always did.

Once the class was over, it was time to head back to the Nest, what joy. He ran into Ben on his way to the stadium and basically ignored his ‘partner’ the entire time. Ben was long used to it by then, and appeared happy when they came across other Ravens, ones who would actually talk to the sophomore.

They spent time before afternoon practice working on their class assignments, which never took long for Andrew to complete. He spent the rest of the break reading through the ridiculously long email Nicky had sent him (why did his cousin bother now that he was back in Germany) and glancing through the stats on the Northeastern Huskies, the team the Ravens were to play that Friday. The Huskies weren’t in the overall top three for the NCAA Division I, but they were for the Ravens’ region so it was considered an important game.

Well, by everyone but Andrew.

Practice was the usual ordeal, was Riko acting as if he was the boss of everyone as he barked out drills and plays, as he expected to be thrown the ball as if he was the only striker out on court. It was Tetsuji watching everything with his emotionless, beady eyes as if he was a starving vulture, quick to lash out with his cane at the slightest mistake. It was Nathaniel acting as if Andrew didn’t exist at all.

Andrew was so tempted to say to hell with them all and head off campus to find the nearest liquor store, but he wouldn’t risk Nathaniel showing up the next day beaten again, or Aaron losing his scholarship.

(He didn’t care about Riko or Tetsuji fucking with him, was more than strong enough to handle whatever they threw at him, but refused to let others be punished in his place.)

Instead, he remained in the goal and blocked almost all of Riko’s shots on it just to annoy the asshole.

(He thought he saw Nathaniel smile once when Riko stalked off in anger, but the expression was gone a moment later.)

The rest of the week was spent with Tetsuji and Riko pushing the Ravens to be perfect (or damn near it) by Friday’s game, to memorize the Huskies’ stats and previous games. Considering that it was only the second game of the season, Andrew took to glaring at the soul mark hidden beneath his left armband; he didn’t believe in regret, not exactly… but he had some rather negative thoughts over Riko and Kevin bringing Nathaniel with them when then came to recruit Andrew.

The campus was festooned with black and red (remove the latter and it would fit Andrew’s mood perfectly), with students wearing Ravens jerseys. Most wore Riko’s and Kevin’s, but Andrew rolled his eyes when he saw Aaron sport his; the moron gave him a brief wave and a nod in acknowledgement, then went to sit with a group of what appeared to be new friends.

How nice for him.

Andrew felt his lips twitch then tug back into a mirthless grin when the loose sleeves of the black and red jersey that Aaron was wearing revealed that the black mark on Aaron’s left forearm was still a shapeless blob, that his twin hadn’t found his soulmate yet. Ah, so only Andrew had been inflicted with that particular curse as of yet, though Aaron was like Nicky and actually looked forward to finding his ‘other half’.

The fool.

Soon enough it was time to return to the Nest, to suffer through yet another recap of the Huskies’ players and probable game strategy (which he’d long ago memorized) before a quick lunch and then ordered to get ready for the game. Andrew noticed that Nathaniel wasn’t with the team for once, and managed to hold on to his curiosity until he noticed a man who appeared similar to the young backliner (his soulmate) stride along the outer ring; he was dressed in an expensive suit which was tailored to fit a muscular build, his dark red hair stylishly cut short (and lacking any type of curl), his eyes the same arresting pale blue as Nathaniel’s. Yet they were utterly lacking of emotion when they glanced out at court… and seemed to linger in Andrew’s direction for a few seconds.

Andrew nudged Ben’s left foot. “Who was that?”

Ben appeared stunned that he’d been asked a question. “Eh? Who?” He glanced in the direction Andrew nodded and frowned. “Oh, that’s Nate’s dad, he shows up now and then, usually on a big game day. Comes before the game starts and always leaves right after.” His frown deepened as he gazed at his racquet. “I don’t think they get along well, Nate’s always withdrawn after his visits and….”

Andrew did some frowning of his own. “And?”

Ben jumped a little at his question and pitched his voice lower. “I wouldn’t say anything, but you’re his soulmate. You’ve seen his scars.” Andrew’s jaw clenched at that statement. “Sometimes after his dad visits, he has a new one.” Ben pointedly looked away after that.

It took a minute or two for Andrew to get the urge to go after the man and bash his head in with his racquet under control (the fact that the abusive bastard had been followed by obvious bodyguards helped just the tiniest bit).

(It also raised the question of who the hell was Nathaniel’s father, what was he doing at Castle Evermore, and why Tetsuji allowed him to abuse one of his most talented players?)

Andrew was distracted from thoughts of violence by Tetsuji ordering the Ravens to warm up and participate in drills as Evermore slowly filled up with eager fans. That wasn’t entirely true as he did feel inclined to smash his racquet into one preening Riko Moriyama, busy mugging for the cameras and fans, and yet again wondered just how incompetent the doctor was who put him on his ‘lovely’ meds.

Maybe Aaron could get a nice lawsuit out of him eventually ‘snapping’ when the inanity of it all finally drove him to bash everyone’s heads in.

A boy with a heavy stick, a ton of issues and forever increasing anger management problems could dream, couldn’t he?

He was actually grateful for the damn game starting, just because it meant that soon it would be over. Andrew was slated to guard the goal in the second half, and so got to sit bored on the bench while a bunch of idiots ran around on the court.

At least, until a Huskie sub striker (#17, Donaldson, junior) seemed to grow annoyed at Moreau blocking him from the Ravens’ goal and swung his racquet into the backliner’s side, right below where the protective padding ended. Part of Andrew nodded in approval of the nasty and effective blow while another was annoyed that he wasn’t the one to land it.

Oh, and that it delayed the game’s end while Moreau was checked and carried off the court.

It was clear that the Huskies hoped to take advantage of the Ravens losing their number one backliner to an injury, but the team was composed of some of the best Exy players in the division. Hebig and Federov managed to do a decent job of defense in Moreau’s place, so Andrew didn’t have to work too hard once he was out in the goal; he only let a couple shots through, with the final score being 12-7.

The stadium erupted into cacophony when the final buzzer rang out, with the Ravens smug over their victory and the Huskies disgruntled. Andrew didn’t give a damn, he merely wanted to shower then sleep, done with Exy for the time being.

Riko and Kevin were expected to do their preening for the camera bullshit, but Andrew noticed how an excited Federov went up to Riko before the asshole left and talked to him, a huge leer spreading across his face when Riko nodded.

Something about that expression made Andrew’s skin crawl (it wasn’t the sweat drying on it or his drenched uniform); it sunk in when he was in the shower scrubbing clean.

Federov’s expression resembled Drake’s when he’d come into Andrew’s room at night.

By the time he rinsed the soap away, dried off and put on clothes, Federov was nowhere to be found. Andrew didn’t see any of the male Ravens missing (other than Riko, Kevin and Moreau), so that left the women and… and Nathaniel.

Shit, Nathaniel, whom Federov would stare at from time to time. Whom Federov would try to talk to, but Moreau always interrupted him and pulled his partner away. Andrew thought it was just Moreau being a dick, but now….

He broke into a run towards Nathaniel’s room, and was grateful for once that there weren’t any locks on the doors in the Nest as he threw the door open.

Federov had a struggling Nathaniel pinned to the bed, hand raised to hit him (hit him again, judging from Nathaniel’s bruised face and bleeding lip). The bastard looked up in time for Andrew to punch him on the cheek, which knocked him aside, and yelped in pain as he was hauled off the bed and thrown to the floor, where his ribs were stomped on twice. Hard.

“Stah- ah! Stahhp,” the bastard screeched as Andrew kicked him once more for good measure, only to find himself pulled off balance by Nathaniel.

“Stop it,” Nathaniel said, his voice weak and a bit slurred from the split lip. “You’ll get in trouble.”

“Like I give a shit.” Yet Andrew found himself unable to look away from his battered soulmate, from the hopelessness in Nathaniel’s eyes and the blood on his face; while he was distracted, Federov scurried out of the room like a four-legged crab and slammed the door shut behind him. Andrew clicked his tongue at the thought of having to track down the bastard to slit his throat before he returned his attention back to Nathaniel. “Why’d you stop me?”

“Because Riko would be mad,” Nathaniel said as he slumped back on the bed. “It’ll just make things worse.”

“Worse than someone raping you?” Nathaniel flinched at that but didn’t say anything, just closed his eyes and huddled into a small ball, his black sweatshirt torn to reveal some of the awful scars on the upper right part of his chest, including one which looked like an iron burn on his shoulder.

Andrew felt something turbulent scour through his chest at the sight, felt it rail against the drug in his blood, and spun around on his left heel then stalked into the small bathroom attached to the room where he wet a couple washcloths with cold water and grabbed a towel. When he returned to the bedroom, Nathaniel watched him with a wary gaze as he approached the bed.

“For your face,” he said as he held out the washcloths. “You might want to do something about the swelling.”

Nathaniel was still for a few seconds before he uncoiled enough to accept them. “Jean will-“ He winced when he must have realized that his partner was stuck for the night in the medical department.

“Will what?” Andrew prodded as he smiled, jealousy and anger straining at the chemical chains the damn drug forced upon his impulses. “What’s he gonna do, hmm?”

“Yeah.” Nathaniel wrapped his arms around himself and appeared younger than seventeen years old. “There’s… there’s icepacks in the minifridge.”

Andrew glanced around and found the fridge on the other side of the room, by what he assumed was Moreau’s desk; when he opened it, he found it stocked with a couple bottles of water and several icepacks. Huh, seemed they were prepared for a few booboos, how interesting.

He went back to the bathroom and grabbed a couple hand towels to wrap the icepacks in, and returned to the room to find Nathaniel gingerly wiping the blood from his face. Once it was cleaned up, he handed over the icepacks and got up to grab the large sweatshirt (Moreau’s) which was draped over the back of the nearby chair and threw it on Nathaniel’s bed. “I’m spending the night here.”

Nathaniel’s eyes (well, the right one, the left was swelling shut) widened at that. “I’m fine! You can-“

“I’m not leaving in case the asshole decides to come back,” Andrew stated as he dropped down on Moreau’s bed. “You willing to be smacked around some more?”

That earned him a virulent glare. “You’re the asshole. And how do I know you’re not gonna… gonna take his place, huh?” For all of Nathaniel’s harsh words and nasty looks, his slender fingers plucked at the sweatshirt he’d draped over himself as if it was a safety blanket.

Someone didn’t have a lot of faith in him, did they? Andrew didn’t blame his soulmate, not with everything he learned about the Nest with each passing day. “Because I’m not like anyone you’ve met before,” he said as he kicked off his sneakers and stretched on top of the duvet.

Nathaniel scoffed loud enough that his throat had to ache. “They all say things like that,” he mumbled as he pulled on the sweatshirt, his gaze downcast. “That they’re special, that they’ll treat you nice, that it’ll be wonderful.” He rocked back and forth once the shirt was on, his eyes unfocused as if he was remembering something and the words sounding rote as if they were someone else’s. “It’s nothing but lies.”

Andrew remembered Nathaniel’s father, the man with the emotionless eyes, and wondered if Nathaniel’s parents were soulmates as well. He wondered if they were one of the pairs who served as cautionary tales, as reminders that not all soulmates had happy endings.

He wondered if that’s what Nathaniel had been talking about when he accused Andrew of being just like ‘him’ when Andrew had let his frustration slip, back in the breakroom.

(Why Nathaniel was so comfortable with a man who wasn’t his soulmate.)

Andrew once again struggled with his drug-addled emotions, with the urge to break things, to stomp out of the small, black-walled room and the Nest and Edgar Allan, to carve off the damn soul mark from his arm and… and the thought of leaving Nathaniel defenseless stopped him cold. Instead, he clicked his tongue and rolled over onto his side until he faced the wall. “Shut up and go to sleep.”

Nathaniel muttered something in Japanese, but got up a few minutes later to go into the bathroom, and several minutes after that shuffled back onto his bed and turned off the light. Andrew lay on the bed and finally relaxed when he heard his soulmate’s breathing slow about half an hour later.

He didn’t get much sleep that night, not when he waited for Riko or Federov to break into the room to take Nathaniel from him.

Nathaniel gave him an incredulous look in the morning when all he did was climb off Moreau’s bed, go into the bathroom to take a piss and then leave, desperate for coffee and his medication (not necessarily in that order). He stopped by his room first to take a pill and was on his way to one of the break rooms for caffeine when he had the dubious joy of running into a smiling Riko.

Warning bells went off immediately in his sleep-deprived head, because if Riko appeared happy about something? It rarely was good for anyone but Riko.

“Good morning,” Riko all but purred as he blocked Andrew moving down the hall.

“Not until I have my coffee,” Andrew muttered as he stared toward the break room, determined to walk past the asshole.

“Ah, not quite yet.” Unfortunately, Riko was nimble of foot and one hell of a determined asshole. “I want to talk to you about last night.” When all Andrew did was grunt in response, Riko’s left eye twitched and his smile slipped slightly. “You may be pleased to know that Jean has been declared fit to play in this Friday’s game, after a couple days of light practice. That’s good because Lev will need a few days to recover from your… disagreement last night.”

Andrew focused his attention on the manipulative asshole. “From me ‘disagreeing’ with him raping Nathaniel?”

Riko’s nose scrunched as if he’d heard something disagreeable. “You’re new to the team so you don’t understand how certain things work. And that’s how if someone does very well during a game? They get something nice as a reward.”

Rage flooded through Andrew, made his hands twitch to wrap around Riko’s throat at that ‘reward’ bit despite the latest pill; he only resisted as he thought about Aaron. “Nathaniel isn’t a ‘reward’,” he forced past teeth clenched tight.

The look bestowed upon him was one of immense pity. “There’s so much you don’t know, rookie, including how wrong you are about that.” When Andrew’s hands clenched into fists, Riko wisely took a step back. “But that’s not to say that he can’t be your reward, right? After all, he’s your soulmate,” Riko taunted.

“I don’t-“ About to spit on Riko’s offer, something in Andrew made him stop. “What do you mean?” Was this a way to keep Nathaniel safe? Out of Federov’s reach?

Riko’s smile took on a predatory edge. “I’ll admit, I was skeptical when Kevin claimed you were this amazing goalkeeper, but I’ve seen your ability.�� Now the smile was wiped away by something resembling annoyance. “When you bother, that is. So here is what I’m proposing. You shut down the goal while you’re out on court during the game? Nathaniel is yours.”

Andrew was quiet as he thought about that, as he thought about his soulmate being safe. “I can’t always guarantee a complete shutdown, not against some teams.” When Riko opened his mouth to argue, he held up his hand. “Up to three goals, and only during the top three teams,” he bargained. It meant he’d have to push himself, would have to work for it (dammit)… but if it meant that Nathaniel would be safe….

He was such an idiot, wasn’t he? No matter how smart he thought he was, how he’d learned his lesson the hard way, here he was willing to bleed out for a pretty face and wide blue eyes.

(For someone who might be as fucked up as him.)

(For his other half.)

“Two goals,” Riko countered, “and Nathaniel is all yours, no one else is to touch him.” Then he laughed, the sound more cruel than amused. “Well, by a Raven at least.”

“He’s mine,” Andrew bit out as he stepped into Riko’s personal space.

There was a flash of fear in the asshole’s eyes before he flashed his usual wide grin and stepped back. “There’s pre-existing claims on our dear Nate, best get used to it.” Riko gave a mocking laugh as he walked away. “You’re so out of your league, Doe.”

Andrew brushed aside the reference to his previous life as he stared figurative daggers into the asshole’s back (oh for them to be real). Once Riko was out of sight, he headed to the break room for a much-deserved mug (or three) of coffee.

It was when he was on his second refill when he realized that he desperately needed answers, and that they most likely would only come from one of his least liked Ravens – Moreau.

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So now I’m trying to figure out - is the Perfect Court 1-10 or 1-9???? Obviously when I wrote this, I thought it was 1-9, but I’ve seen so much artwork since then that shows Andrew as ‘10′ so....

Probably back to the new fic unless another prompt/old fic snatches my attention. Though I’m sure I’ll get back to this at some point because ANDREW AND JEAN.

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“ Une énorme performance vocale qui étonnera certainement même le critique le plus dur, un hurlement désespéré qui enveloppe comme une couverture chaude de confort psychédélique “ - PROG ARCHIVES (Québec)

“ Gwalchmei slams his axe with frenzied zeal, tortured and pained. “

“ A tremendous vocal performance that will surely astound even the harshest critic, a desperate wail that envelops like a warm blanket of psychedelic comfort.  “

A new beautiful review on Prog archives : this is an amazing and beautiful prog rock webzine dear friends, thank you so much Thomas :) ♥ ❤ > read the review

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Le guitariste " Gwalchmei " claque sa hache avec un zèle frénétique, torturé et douloureux. "

Une énorme performance vocale qui étonnera certainement même le critique le plus dur, un hurlement désespéré qui enveloppe comme une couverture chaude de confort psychédélique

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 J'ai été d'abord attiré par l'œuvre d'art spectaculaire : la couverture est tout simplement hors de ce monde. (...) une voix féminine séduisante (Dam Kat) (...). La musique ici représente le suivi de la trilogie des mythes celtiques et des légendes qui ont commencé avec leur premier album Esyllt (2012). Inspirée en partie par les anciennes légendes celtiques de l'Irlande du XIe siècle, centrée en particulier sur le fabuleux "Táin Bó Cúailnge", Morrigan est une invitation à parcourir les routes les plus sombres de l'Irlande, sur les talons du héros Cu Chulainn et de la déesse guerrière Morrigan (...) un prog teinté parfoid de métal, quelque part entre rêves et cauchemars,  infusé des nuances celtiques.(...) (...) un mélange de nombreuses influences, des sons inspirés de Pink Floyd, Anathema et une étude des environnements atmosphériques et le pouvoir de la musique sacrée, comme Dead Can Dance.(...)

(...) L'un des plus beaux morceaux d'ouverture se présente sous la forme de "Alone", un spectacle de prog-rock scintillant, soutenu par une râpe de griffes qui se gratte et griffe comme un rapace en chaleur.  Dam Kat déclenche le plaidoyer à la Gibbons avec grand effet, étouffé et étouffant par l'émotion.  Le guitariste Avec Gwalchmei claque sa hache avec un zèle frénétique, torturé et douloureux.  (...)  Comme pour favoriser l'humeur affligée, la mélancolie dense est maintenue sur le plaintif et découragé "I Wait", avec une énorme performance vocale qui étonnera certainement même le critique le plus dur, un hurlement désespéré qui enveloppe comme une couverture chaude de confort psychédélique.  Une piste formidable.

Sur le dévastateur impeccable "I'm Falling", le groupe introduit pour la première fois sur un prog l'enregistrement d'un instrument ancien que les guerriers celtiques utilisés sur le champ de bataille, le carnyx, ici joué par John Kerry. (...) Kat offre un ton dramatique (...)  C'est absolument progressif, de quelque soit l’endroit où  vous le regardiez.  Doux, étrange et corporel.

L'intro éthéré et parfois effrayant «Intro I Will Follow You» est une plainte absurde, viscérale, pulsatile et tortueuse qui s'étend de loin en loin, enveloppée dans une brume densément gothique, un million de nuances grises, troubles et instinctives. La grandiloquence instrumentale comporte la bonne quantité de propulsion et un large éventail d'atmosphères qui apaisent et mordent. Quand je commence à rire nerveusement à mi-chemin à travers la pièce, c'est vraiment une bonne nouvelle, ses moyens, je suis soufflé, encore une fois, un sentiment qui ne devient jamais vieux ou ennuyeux.  C'est un chef-d'œuvre de la musique, période.

Après 4 pistes majestueusement tueuses, le rythme ralentit et se transforme en royaumes plus doux (...) une suite de 3 titres (...)  le guitariste est tout simplement de classe mondiale, très élégant et original, en utilisant à la fois traditionnelle ainsi que les traditions prog-rock et de les mélanger en quelque chose de complètement différent. La troisième section «Le cauchemar» propulse l'atmosphère dans une lamentation meurtrière, bombardée par une attaque de tambour rock de Frédéric Moreau, poussant le cri de plaidoyer de Dam Kat à des sommets surréalistes.  Comme le titre si correctement implique, les choses deviennent assez terrifiant.

Un trio de grands airs termine cet opus palpitant (...) l'utilisation judicieuse des pipes d'Uillean pipes et le sifflement bas, courtoisie de l’Invité Loïc Blejean. (...) Dam Kat comme toute la chanteuse prog (son gémissement est superbe) et Gwalchmei est tel Un fret-man stylistiquement efficace.  (...) Enfin, "He's Dying" se termine par un éloge fascinant, infusant plus d'influence celtique et encensant affectueusement la voix éblouissante sur des battements funèbres et lugubres, et des atmosphères tissées à la fois des guitares et des claviers (...) 

 4.5 Enfants divins

 Tszirmay |  4/5 |   2017-3-5

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