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A ficlet for @fwhimmy-week! See the read more below or the AO3 link above!

PROMPT: Horror House

The Codfather has a meeting with the Grimlands' Count.

The Grimlands were a nightmarish place. Plants that killed you. Ominous haunted rocks. And the mechanical beast of a castle the Count called home. Crouched on the edge of a sheer cliff, teeth-like spires speared the sky and all around its walls spiraled a web of pipes and furnaces. The massive Grimlands Forge bulged out like some cancerous growth. Taut wires and scaffolding adhered its metal hide to the castle’s soot speckled walls. Heat billowed from warped vents, rattling like a dying breath.

Jimmy, although dressed in full Codfather regalia, felt less like an emperor and more like a speared fish. At least he matched the macabre corpses warding Eastvale’s front gate? The villagers watched him stride through the streets with predatory eyes. A salmonfolk spit on the ground and Jimmy barely stopped himself from drawing his sword in response. He was not here for them.

The stone road leading up to the castle was in good repair, but thin, steep, and either side crumbled off into red mist, making the whole climb feel like a tightrope act. The narrow road tip-toed around the Forge’s maw to reach the castle’s entrance. 

The door was absurdly tall, twice Jimmy’s own impressive height, coming to a pointed arch at the top. Jimmy rapped his knuckles on the thick wood, but the sound was paultry amid the hiss and rattle of the castle itself. He waited for a moment, then searched vainly for a door knocker. Instead, he found a thick chain hanging beside the entry’s recess; a black iron rose dangled from its end. Looking up, the chain disappeared into a metal cavity. With the ghostly impression of a drawbridge in his mind, Jimmy grasped the rose and pulled the chain.

A bassy note rolled over him. The vibrations from an unseen bell tolling sent a shiver down his spine and the castle seemed to fall silent in its wake. 

Then with a puff and rumble, the machinery came back all at once. Gears that Jimmy mistook for hinges clunked and began winding. The door split open (Jimmy snapped his teeth together to muffle an undignified shriek.), transforming into a series of thick panels that folded back into the doorframe, leaving a gaping hole in its place.

Jimmy wasn’t certain how long he stood there, staring into the cold and dark. But eventually, he summoned his valor and stepped over the threshold. 

After a moment of black, his eyes began to adjust. Pricks of red glowed in the rafters. Lamps burning low or blinking creatures? He was in an empty foyer. The air tasted of soot, hot and dry. A couple spiral staircases, narrow and metal, were tucked into the foyer’s alcoves. Across from him stretched a long hall, dotted with a couple doors, leading into shadow.  It was bereft of furniture. The only sense of decor came from the twisting, spiked architectural supports and a set of large urns filled with wither roses. 

Jimmy took a couple steps and stopped as his boots echoed off the smooth deepslate floor. At once he felt like an intruder.

“fWhip?” Jimmy asked the empty air.

The hall sent his question back to him in a whisper. 

Setting his jaw and clenching his fists, Jimmy strode forward. He’d find fWhip and they’d sort out the pledge and he’d recommend an interior decorator and he’d get out of this horror house. 

The hall led to a set of double doors. They were more official and fine than the single doors Jimmy passed, so he pressed down on their large handles and pushed. Their hinges let out a shrill squeak and the wood scraped against the floor, making Jimmy wince.

Lit red candles lined this room’s rafters, casting a warm dim glow. A thick, but faded red and black carpet striped down the room’s center. Plant pots, holding the shriveled remains of some sort of bush, lined the walls. Clusters of bright amethyst were ensconced in the walls’ timber, lending their own cool glimmer to the lighting. At the end of the room, sat two tall backed chairs. Jimmy had found the throne room.

Relieved and figuring this was a sensible room to wait in, Jimmy entered. The rug helped muffle his steps as he approached the thrones. Each chair was carved from deepslate and embedded with flecks of redstone that glinted in the candlelight. Fittingly creepy for the Grimlands. 

What was odd though, was the state of the throne room as a whole. Dust coated every surface. The air was stale. The candles were burnt down, wax spilling over the wooden beams in crimson rivulets. One throne had bits of gunpowder and paper crumpled at its base, TNT in the process of either being made or undone. The other was thick with cobwebs. That there even was a second throne was strange. Jimmy would have thought the second throne would be removed until the Grimlands gained a Countess or… Jimmy’s eyes were drawn to the TNT again, the only sign of life. 

The lavender light from the amethyst became cold in Jimmy’s mind. This room felt like a tomb. Something was buried here.

“Jimmy, what are you doing in here?”

Jimmy about lept out his scales, as he spun around. “JEEZE!”

fWhip, draped in his usual ratty scarf, stood in the doorway, hands tucked in his coat pockets. The Count’s pale face seemed to float in the darkness. fWhip didn’t glance around the room. His dusty periwinkle eyes squinted at Jimmy and he lifted one finger to point up.

“My office is upstairs.”

With that, he stepped out of the room. 

Jimmy hustled after him, hissing, “Don’t scare me like that! My heart stopped! You hear me? My heart stopped!”

fWhip cackled and the laugh echoed down the hall. “You’re fine!”

“I almost died.” Jimmy insisted as fWhip led him up one of the narrow staircases.

fWhip walked through the castle with supernatural silence; his red leathery wings never rustled, his boots never clacked. Up three flights and down a short hall, Jimmy was waved into a small circular office. fWhip directed Jimmy to a set of three stools stacked by the door as he took the plush red armchair crammed between a massive desk and three stained glass windows. The office was more lived in than the rest of the castle, but just barely; stacks of paper and a small bookshelf full of dogeared tomes, charcoal sticks, a bottle of ink and two pens. The walls were bare. No knickknacks on the desk. One of the windows was cracked open, letting in a chilly breeze.

Jimmy set up the stool by the desk and fWhip pushed papers to the side so he could spread out a blank parchment between them.

“Okay, we write the pledge together and we’re only done when we both like it.” fWhip ordered.

Jimmy’s stomach rolled at the thought of pledging to stop killing salmon. He was never going to like it. He took off the Codboy cap. This was why he was doing this. If he wanted his title back, he had to do this.

He nodded. “It’s time to put our differences aside.” 

“Oh, that’s good!” fWhip scribbled it down.

The pledge, in the end, was fairly simple. But it took hours. They kept adding more conditions and exceptions, then arguing and striking off the additions. Then repeating that process until they both threw their pens down in exasperation.

“Leave it! Leave it!” Jimmy swatted fWhip’s hand back as he bent to pick up the pen. “It's fine as it is.”

“Hey! Okay. It’s good. It's great even. Short and to the point!” fWhip rolled up Jimmy’s copy of the pledge and handed it over. “Thanks.”

“Thanks.” Jimmy echoed as he took it.

With that, like a spell had broken, the oppressive presence of the castle rushed back in. Jimmy felt an odd sorrowful pang as he looked at fWhip, who was pushing the window open wider, and he realized this was fWhip’s point of escape. Jimmy’s own home was cozy, bursting with mementos from his friends and citizens. A bit cluttered honestly. fWhip’s castle was a carved out shell.

“Next time, we should meet at my place.”

fWhip looked over his shoulder in surprise. “Next time?”

“Come over.” Jimmy revised. “We can spread the word together. Get everyone to take the pledge.”

fWhip grinned. “Right, meet you there.”

[anaszpan]

[ IMAGINE ] : Imagine lazy evenings with Guy as he gets ready for night patrol.

[ A/N ] : English is not my native language. Don't hesitate to use this idea in your story. The photos / gifs do not belong to me. I do not claim any copyright to them and do not own any. 📷 Guy GIF src: [x] ; Mary GIF src : [x]

[ ( ´ ꒳ ` ) ♡ ] : As the soft glow of evening light filters through the narrow window, casting gentle shadows across the modest chamber, Guy stands in the dimness of the room, preparing for his night patrol. The air is thick with the subtle scent of sandalwood and dried herbs, remnants of the day’s warmth linger, wrapping around you like the patchwork coverlet that adorns your bed. You lay cocooned, your head propped on plush pillows, carefully observing your man.

Guy, tall and sturdy, possesses the kind of rugged charm that has been carved out of experiences both hard and kind. His tousled chestnut hair falls in soft waves around his face, occasionally obscuring the thoughtful lines of his brow. As he moves, the flickering candlelight dances along the contours of his strong jawline, accentuating the slight stubble that has grown over the day.

He dons a simple yet functional leather tunic, worn at the edges but well-maintained, its deep green hue reminiscent of the dense woods that surround your village. The fabric boasts a few scuffs and scratches. Over his shoulders, he has thrown a cloak, the dark fabric draping gracefully to blend with the approaching night, its interior lined with the comforting warmth of wool.

Around his waist, a simple leather belt holds a sheath for his dagger—a faithful companion that has seen him through countless adventures. You catch sight of the hilt, intricately carved, its handle cool to the touch as he adjusts it.

You watched, captivated, as he sharpened the blade, the rhythmic sounds echoing softly in the quiet room—a metallic scrape followed by a contemplative sigh. He caught your gaze, and for a fleeting moment, a playful smirk danced upon his lips.

“See anything you like?” he asked, breaking the silence. The shadows danced around him as he paused, the flicker of candlelight framing his handsome features. You laughed.

“I might be persuaded to stay in bed, you know,” you replied, a playful glimmer in your own eyes. “The village can fend for itself for one night, surely?”

He chuckled, a rich sound that wrapped around you like a warm embrace. “And let the night creep by without my watchful gaze? Unthinkable!” He shot you a facetious look that made you giggle. But there was a note of sincerity in his voice, underlying the jest; he truly believed in his calling.

“Will you be here when I return?” he asked, his voice low. There was an urgency in his tone, a flicker of vulnerability that made your heart ache. It was a reminder of the dangers that loomed, lurking just outside the comforting walls of your shared haven.

“Always,” you breathed, and the promise hung thick in the air—an unbreakable bond between you two, forged in both the mundane and the perilous.

“Remember to keep the hearth warm for me, my love,” he murmured, kissing your forehead. A soft smile on his lips as he turned toward the door, ready to step into the night.

With a final glance over his shoulder, he vanished into the shadows, leaving you cocooned in a cocoon of warmth and anticipation. The fading echoes of his footsteps lingered in the air, intertwining with the soft flicker of candlelight, as you settled back against your pillows, waiting for the return of your brave knight, the guardian of your heart.

[wiinestories]

closed starter for @renegadetulisrp [ lorraine & darius ]

The task would be carried out with precision, or so Lorraine assured herself as she adjusted her sleek black dress in the mirror. Infiltrate the gala, locate the target, and gather enough intel for MI6. Simple in theory, intricate in execution—just the kind of challenge she thrived on. Her eyes swept over the lines of her gown, the concealed holster strapped discreetly to her thigh beneath the fabric. Every detail had been accounted for: the forged invitation tucked into her clutch, the small comms device hidden behind her ear, and the poison-laced pen discreetly attached to the interior of her bag. Lorraine knew how these events worked. The gala would be a swirl of high fashion, champagne glasses, and whispered conversations — a ground for secrets to slip free. Navigating it meant blending in, charming the right people, and fading into the background at just the right moments.

Her target was rumoured to be elusive, a man who thrived in the shadows, but Lorraine had her ways. The intel she’d gathered in the days leading up to this mission had already painted part of the picture. Tonight, she’d fill in the rest. She slipped into her heels, the final piece of the polished facade she needed to present. Infiltrating a world of excess and deception was second nature to her, but she couldn’t deny the faint thrill that came with it—the tension of walking a razor’s edge. As she stepped out into the night, her expression hardened into the perfect mask of composure. She was ready. After all, this wasn’t just another mission. It was her mission, and failure wasn’t an option.

The opportunity presented itself sooner than Lorraine had anticipated. Amidst the clinking of champagne glasses and the murmured conversations filling the grand ballroom, her sharp eyes caught a subtle shift in the crowd. Four men, all dressed impeccably but carrying an air of purpose, broke away from the main gathering. Their movements were deliberate, their path leading them toward a quieter, more secluded part of the mansion. Lorraine’s gaze followed them, her expression carefully neutral as she sipped her drink. "On the move." She murmured so only the device could pick up her words. The isolated wing of the estate wasn’t part of the public tour, nor was it mentioned in the gala’s itinerary. Whatever business they had there, it wasn’t for the guests.

Setting her glass down on a nearby table, Lorraine adjusted the strap of her clutch and began moving through the crowd. Her pace was unhurried, her steps blending seamlessly with the flow of the partygoers. Every movement was calculated—just another guest wandering away from the noise, curiosity piqued by the opulence of the estate. As she neared the corridor, the hum of the gala began to fade, replaced by the faint echo of her heels on polished marble. The dim lighting of the hallway contrasted sharply with the glittering brilliance of the ballroom, shadows stretching along the ornate walls.

She paused just before rounding a corner, her hand brushing against the comms device hidden in her clutch. Pressing herself against the wall, Lorraine listened intently, her sharp senses picking up the faint murmur of voices ahead.

[8-bitpixelheart]

Suthlai

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Summary

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A hardy, friendly, and loud nation, Suthlai believes in living life to the fullest. When a child of Suthlai reaches adulthood, they go on a sacred journey called The Finding, where they discover their place in the world. Often they simply wander and return home with a desire to be a woodsman, hunter or other village staple. Sometimes they travel the entire world and find themselves living in a whole new nation. Suthlai often embraces newcomers as their own, rarely asking where they came from or why they’ve come to Suthlai.

Environment

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Suthlai features high snowy mountains that fade into frost covered foothills and a small tundra. To the east and the southeast, an evergreen forest serves as a barrier from high winds and curious neighbors. The Whistling Woods also provides a good amount of hunting and plenty of good logs. The climate is surprisingly calm, with few serious storms ever finding their way to the interior of Suthlai, though the occasional blizzard does make its way through.

Settlements

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Most of Suthlai live in semi-nomadic groups, traveling between different areas of the forest and tundra to make the most of what the land has to offer without causing too much damage. However, Suthlai does have a single static city, the capital of Pahua. While Suthlaians are generally friendly and welcoming, they are fiercely protective of Pahua and its high walls.

Politics

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Suthlai is currently being ruled by Queen Hailana Akida. Royal successors are chosen through a grand tournament, with each prospective ruler having to prove that they are cunning, strong, and compassionate through various trials. Once a successor is chosen, they train under the current ruler until the ruler dies or is ready to retire. Suthlai is fond of Leluma and doesn’t understand Diarus and their back-stabbing ways.

Economics

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Suthlai’s primary exports are fine wood and furs. They don’t export very often, but they do enjoy the act of trading with others whenever someone brings a ship up their way. They import jewelry and paints most of all, but enjoy anything that’s unique or new. The act of sharing with other nations is, to them, what they are interested in above physical objects.

Food

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Suthlai eats a lot of fermented vegetables and spiced fruits, with a reliance on deer and elk for meat. The most popular dish is a stew of fermented vegetables with a deer bone broth and chunks of shredded venison. Fruit is usually spiced and then jarred into syrups and jams. The concoctions are then generally used for meat sauces, but occasionally are spooned over snow for a tasty cool dessert.

Legends

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Up in the north there sleeps a great wyrm, one who lies under the snow and ice. When the wyrm awakes, she shall once again wage war on the world. But so long as she sleeps, the world is safe, and has time to prepare for her icy wrath. It is said that she shall be defeated by a weapon forged of divine blood, wielded by a simple child of the streets.

It is said that once, the people of Suthlai lived in isolation, refusing any travelers. But they found themselves bitter and lonely, with distrust building even between brothers. But then, a stranger wandered into their beloved Pahua. The stranger saw that the people were sad, and refused to leave until they brought joy to the people. The stranger danced, sang, told jokes, put on plays, and made merry until every face in Pahua was smiling. Then the stranger disappeared. From that day forward, the nomads of Suthlai have taken in strangers, opening their hearts to themselves and each other.

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Athena (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Lady Order by Artemis

Cranium by Hermes

Bossy Pants by Hebe

Gray Eyes by Apollo

The Wise One, Defender of Cities by the people of Olympius

Thena by Dike

Age- 18 (immortal)

Location- Athens, Olympius

Personality- Athena is perfectionist through and through. She’s intelligent & methodical with a bit of a stubborn streak. She has a bit of trouble with being emotionally vulnerable. She has a strong sense of justice as well as an unbreakable moral code. She’s an asexual lesbian and is currently single.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As the goddess of wisdom, knowledge, intelligence, reasoning, understanding, insight, rationality, reason, logic, education, learning, experience, counsel, discernment, sense, science, philosophy, mathematics, intuition, aptitude, competence, ability, capability, skill, arts, crafts, craftsmanship, architecture, sculpture, ceramics, literature, poetry, writing, weaving, spinning, textiles, creativity, inspiration, civilization, society, community, government, statesmanship, leadership, progress, advancement, strategy, tactics, planning, warfare, war, battle, combat, conflict, generalship, army, & military her other powers/abilities include limited chlorokinesis; as it pertains to the olive, being able to communicate with/shapeshift into her sacred animals, enhanced craftsmanship, military mastery, audiokinesis, limited mystiokinesis; is able to curse other beings, objects, & weapons, telumkinesis (weapon manipulation), limited electrokinesis; is able to generate lightning, truth sense, psychokinesis, as well as telepathy.

She also has an eidetic memory.

Athena’s natural scent is that of olive oil.

She's exceptionally versed in all military strategies & tactics.

Her divine symbols include the spear, aegis, helmet, armor, distaff, spindle, & chariot.

She can also do GSL (Greek Sign Language).

Athena is fluent in all the languages spoken in Olympius. She can also do Old Greek calligraphy.

The olive tree is her sacred plant.

A notable physical feature of Athena is dark silver-gray eyes.

She’s the only child of Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) and Metis (Titaness of wisdom & counsel); who has since faded.

Athena comes from a complicated and prestigious godly dynasty. Her paternal grandparents are the former rulers of the realm (previously known as Titanius)- Kronos (Titan god of the harvest, time, & fate) and Rhea (Titaness of fertility, motherhood, & comfort). The wisdom goddess’ great-grandparents were the rulers before them- Ouranos (primordial god of the sky) and Gaia (goddess of the earth).

Her uncles are Poseidon (god of the sea & earthquakes) and Hades (god of the dead).

She also has a stepmother- Hera (goddess of women & marriage).

Athena is by no means an only child. Her true born half siblings are Ares (god of war), Eris (goddess of strife & discord), Hephaestus (god of the forge), Eileithyia (Ella) (goddess of childbirth), and Hebe (goddess of youth).

Her legally recognized bastard half siblings include Apollo (god of the sun, music, poetry, healing, medicine, archery, plague, light, & knowledge), Hermes (god of roads, travelers, thieves, merchants, messengers, speed, trade, sports, borders, thoughts, communications, money, & luck), Artemis (goddess of the hunt & moon), as well as Dionysus (god of wine). 

There are many more relatives in the extended family- like Eurybia (goddess of the sea’s mastery), The Ourea (esteemed mountain gods), and Thaumas (god of sea wonders).

Athena splits her time between the state of Athens & Olympius’ capital, New Olympus. In Athens, she lives in a Greek Revival mansion whereas in New Olympus, she resides in a brownstone- located in the Little Athens neighborhood. Both places are immaculately spotless and designed. She also has a suite apartment in the royal palace on Mt. Olympus.

The interior design of the mansion is to her liking- very classy & minimalist. The color scheme is ivory, dark blue, gray, and cream. The flooring is a glossy marble. The walls are decorated with many classical paintings while there’s also marbled sculptures in addition to ceramic & pottery pieces throughout the mansion. All of the doors are made from Astrean Silver. Hung from the windows are linen and silk curtains and there’s also leather & velvet furniture along with marble and glass furniture pieces. 

Her mansion probably has the largest personal library! All the books are organized alphabetically. 

On her property in Athens, there’s also an olive grove spanning about ten acres. There’s also a small farm as well that has mustang horses.

Athena personally has a few pets of her own in the mansion- barn owls as well as a few snakes. The owls’ names are Solstice, Minerva, Archimedes, Quill, and Luna. The snakes’ names are Fang, Elsbet, Viscera, & Dolores.

She primarily gets around in her dark blue Rolls Royce. Athena also has a royal issued chariot- made from Celestial Bronze and pulled by four immortal stallions. She uses the chariot during official important appearances. 

Athena primarily enjoys listening to classical, traditional Greek, modern laïkó, alternative, and rap music. Her most recent favorite new artist to listen to has been the conscious rap artist that goes by the stage name Veritas. He’s a harpy. She connects with his thought provoking lyrics and the themes he explores in his music like social justice, poverty, corruption, materialism, & racism. Athena is also impressed with how lyrical his rapping is as well as being able to make her move to the music without the need for explicit content or coarse language. She was one of the first beings that instantly downloaded his most recent album Paradigm.

White roses are her favorite flowers.

Her favorite colors are olive green, white, silver, gray, royal blue, and black.

Athena is quite possibly the only deity in the pantheon that didn’t start life out as a godling. She was “born” fully grown after Zeus’ head was split open by an Imperial Gold axe. Before that, he’d been suffering from debilitating headaches for months. It got to a point where it was affecting how he was ruling, so he temporarily named Hera as acting regent. Once his head was split open, Athena bursted out, covered in ichor. She was fully dressed in battle armor and was holding a spear. 

The new goddess was fully cognizant and aware of her surroundings. She was in the royal chambers. Athena saw her father Zeus laying in his bed while the fissure she escaped from his head was being sewn up by medical attendants. Zeus gasped with excitement and confusion as he noticed her. Athena knelt before the king and said in Old Greek, “Father, I’m ready to be in your service.”

Athena was also instantly aware of the queen’s icy and rude demeanor towards her. Zeus had an improper carnal interaction with Metis, resulting in Athena’s conception. She didn’t care much to take the queen’s behavior towards her to heart. 

The next day in the throne room, she was crowned as a princess. Her platinum laurel wreath crown was adorned with miniature sparkling blue sapphires. 

A notable moment in her godly career was when Athena fought in the Gigantomachy. Her strategic thinking and battle prowess was in full effect when she killed the giants Enceladus & Alcyoneus.

A go-to drink for her is mineral water. She also likes red wine, ginger ale, mint tea, sparkling water, gimlet cocktails, white wine, her homemade lavender lemonade, pomegranate juice, skim milk, and aperol spritzes. Usuals from The Roasted Bean include a small hot chocolate, espresso, a medium iced green tea, as well as an olympian sized iced caffè latte.

Athena starts out her day typically early. After showering, she goes for a five mile run before returning home for a two hour workout in her personal gym. Her arms & legs are toned and have visibly defined muscle definition while her midsection has perfectly defined abdominal muscles- the most perfect six pack. For this reason, one of her informal nicknames is “Abs of envy.”

A typical breakfast for her is a plate of scrambled egg whites (added with onions, peppers, black olives, & feta cheese) with some toasted slices of wheat bread topped with olive oil butter. She’ll also have a small cup of plain unsweetened yogurt. Athena also likes avocado toast, rizogalo (made with skim milk), whole wheat waffles lightly drizzled with dark chocolate sauce, and even a bowl of Earthly Harvest whole grain flakes. Athena of course eats the cereal with blueberries & skim milk.

She loves everything about Athens. Athena is proud of being biased- saying that Athens is the best place in Olympius. The culture, the beings, the food- everything. In her sacred state, as well as there being temples, there’s also other things built in her honor. A statue made of platinum shows Athena in her battle armor proudly raising her aegis, which has the symbol of an owl on the front of it. It’s located in Plaka, Athens’ largest city.

The other architectural feat erected in her honor is The Parthenon- an enduring symbol of a republic, class, and culture. It draws in millions of tourists every year.

Athena’s personal fashion style is minimalist & sophisticated, bordering on androgyny. There’s a large focus on quality fabrics and tailored silhouettes. Go-to fabrics are linen, cashmere, wool, & cotton. The color scheme of her clothes is primarily gray, navy blue, silver, cream, black, olive green, brown, as well as beige. Staples in her closet include structured jackets, loafers, crisp button down shirts, sneakers, gladiator sandals, well cut linen trousers & pants, and boots.

For high end or official royal events, she doesn’t mind wearing a dress- simple & elegant with a high neckline or a subtle a-line shape.

She loves snacking on saltine crackers topped with tapenade, black olives, white grapes, and green olives. 

Her jewelry is understated as well- white gold, silver, & platinum. Owl and snake motifs as well as geometric designs are involved. 

Athena can play the lyre, cello, piano, violin, flute, aulos, clarinet, & oboe!

As far as makeup goes, her look is polished and natural. She may define her brows with an eyebrow pencil. She wears nothing on her lips except for ultra nourishing lip balm.

Athena keeps her nails neatly trimmed and generally wears a clear base. She doesn’t mind colored nail polish- with her favorite shade from Olmorfia being "dulce de latte", a nudish brownish color from. Athena also likes the shades "meet me at the olive tree''- a dark green color & "metallic jacket''- a chrome silver color.

She’s one of the smartest deities in the pantheon. Her IQ score is one of astronomical proportions!

Athena, of course, loves using the olive oil hair products for Glory's Crown. She normally wears her long curly hair in box braids, but Athena likes other braiding styles as well. She also doesn't mind having her hair blown out, where Athena will style it in a low tight ponytail, bun, or a single long braid running down her back.

She mixes olive oil & cocoa butter, then uses the mixture as a lotion to moisturize her skin.

Her most important and respected symbol of power is her shield or aegis. It's crafted from Astrean Silver and platinum. The symbol of her most sacred animal, the owl, is on the front. The shield is indestructible & invulnerable!

A national holiday observed in Athena’s honor is the Panathenaia. There’s also the Chalceia, which is also observed in Hephaestus’ honor too. 

Specifically in Athens, there’s the annual Olive Festival. Olive green ribbons are tied onto trees & lampposts. There’s a parade procession through the streets in Plaka- including floats of the olive tree, the olive itself, and the laurel wreath. Dark green confetti is shot through the air! There’s street food available- like a bag of spiced green & black olives, olive juice slushies and lemonade, olive flavored potato chips, in addition popcorn popped with olive oil, and even bruschetta topped with tapenade. Festival goers typically wear olive & dark green clothing. 

She "unofficially" does the taxes for most of the deities in the pantheon.

Athena has a fairly good relationship with Zeus. She instinctively knows that she’s one of his favorites and sometimes uses it to her advantage. She’s been visiting him more since the queen & the two young princesses moved out of the palace. They’ll typically play a game of chess and go cloud surfing. They don’t talk about anything too emotionally deep- like her mother. Athena (while developing in her father’s brain) heard Metis’ voice as clear as day. Athena previously assumed that the voice was that of her conscience. She doesn’t quite believe the rumors that Zeus ate Metis whole in an attempt to gain more power, but does believe that there’s more to the story. 

Even after her ill advised role in the Olympians’ Rebellion, Zeus managed to forgive her. Out of all the deities involved, Athena walked away relatively scot free with the least horrible punishment. 

Athena doesn’t have a relationship with most, if not all the rest of her family members. 

She baby-sat her half-sisters Hebe & Ella a few times. Athena described the experience as something she wouldn’t wish upon any imprisoned soul in Tartarus.

She likes the sweet onion & teriyaki chicken sandwich (on whole wheat bread) from The Bread Box. Athena typically gets it along with a green spring salad, which is lightly drizzled with italian dressing. 

Athena’s dislike for her uncle Poseidon is no secret to any being. Their initial dislike for each other started early on in her godhood when they both came upon newly discovered  land (that was formerly called Cecropia), which was ruled under a lord named Cecrops. There was a competition for the land’s patronage. Poseidon struck the ground with his trident, creating a spring, but the water was saltwater- a resource not useful to the inhabitants. Athena gently tapped the ground with her hand and an olive tree sprung forth from the ground. The tree was a symbol of peace & prosperity in addition to being a valuable resource for food, oil, and wood. Cecrops and his people saw the value of Athena’s olive tree and chose her as their patron goddess. The city was then renamed Athens in her honor. 

She hates that she frequents his sushi restaurant The Ocean Roll for an order of avocado cucumber rolls along with a miso soup.

Athena’s dislike for her uncle has now morphed into total hatred, all stemming from “The Incident.” It involves herself, Poseidon, and a former mortal girl named Medusa. This has been the first infamous controversy that has ever happened to Athena. 

She’s sympathetic towards Hephaestus; despite meeting him briefly only once. Athena admires his ingenuity and intelligence. 

Athena and Dionysus share an unspoken connection, seeing how they were "born" from their father after the demise of their mothers. 

She does think Apollo is musically talented, but finds his music to be “pop fluff.”

A favorite frozen treat of hers is olive oil ice cream. Disgusting to most, absolutely delicious to her!

She doesn’t mind Artemis, except for her table manners. Athena and Artemis sometimes go hunting together.

She’s a feminist. In Olympian council meetings, Athena’s the first & last being to bring forth new legislation geared towards the advancement of women and girls in education as well as the workforce. Even though she’s generally politically conservative, Athena was the main proponent regarding the law of the legalization of the termination of pregnancy- much to the shock of other conservative deities. 

She recently attended a swear in ceremony for the New Olympus Police Department. Their new police chief is the first of its kind- a centauress named Rhiannon Windrunner. The ceremony was ruined when a horde of paparazzi began snapping photos at the gate, asking Athena questions about her “love triangle” regarding Poseidon and Medusa. 

Her all time favorite dessert is a salted caramel chocolate cupcake from Hollyhock’s Bakery.

Athena is a busy owl! She’s an official aide to Olympius’ military. In the Little Athens neighborhood, there’s the third largest military base in the country inspired by her called Promachos. 

She’s also an aide for the country’s education department. 

Athena is an official justice on the Grand Olympian Court. Her father is a justice as well. The other justices are her best friend Dike (goddess of justice), her mother Themis (Titaness of justice), Aletheia (goddess of truth), Praxidike (goddess of judicial punishment), Nomos (god of laws), and Soter (god of safety). The Furies (Megaera, Alecto, & Tisiphone) serve as alternate justices. 

Nationwide, she owns a chain of school supply stores called Wisdom Warehouse, libraries called The Olive Branch, and bookstores called The Silver Owl. 

Athena is also the founder of a pair of elite private schools- Athenium Academy (for youngsters) and universities called Athenium University. The schools are well known for their advanced rigorous academic curriculum. Uniform is required for the students of Athenium Academy (which serves grades kindergarten all the way through high school). The school’s color (and therefore the uniforms’) is royal blue, black, and gray. The motto for both the academy & university is “Scientia potentia est,” which translates to “Knowledge is power.” It’s said that the yearly tuition for Athenium Academy is quite pricey- nearly 70,000 drachmas. 

A guilty pleasure for her is a slice of black olive pizza. She likes to drizzle a bit of olive oil on it before eating. Afterwards, she likes dipping the crust in tzatziki sauce before eating it.

Athena is in the publishing industry, releasing a monthly academic magazine called O Dianooumenos.

She’s also a frequent writer for The Oracle newspaper & Modern Olympus magazine.

Athena is in the fashion industry with her brand Threads of Wisdom. The fashion of the clothes is much like her- minimalist, sophisticated, and preppy with a nod to dark academia. There’s shoes and handbags as well as menswear, a recent addition. 

She also has a skincare brand called Olive Visibly.

Athena also has a line of vitamin water drinks called Strengthify. 

She’s about to premier the first episode of her podcast called Mind Matters. Her first guest will be Veritas. 

Athena is also in the culinary business with her nationwide chain of restaurants called The Parthenos Grill. The restaurant is known for its savory & delicious Athenian cuisine. Menu options include (but not limited to) grilled calamari (there's fried as well), stuffed eggplants, grilled octopus, raw clams, lambchops with mint sauce, various souvlaki (including a bacon wrapped one), pitas, fresh salads, gyros, rice pilaf, soups, dips & spreads, as well as well known entrees- like spanakopita, pastitsio, yemitsa, keftedes, and a broiled salmon fillet. There are dessert options as well like rizogalo, baklava, pistachio gelato, & fried ice cream. The most popular menu items from the restaurant are the Athena burger as well as the olive macaroni salad & gyro pizza. The Athena burger is a sirloin patty topped with olive relish, arugula, grilled onions, ketchup, and a creamy feta aioli in between two brioche buns.

The largest Parthenos Grill restaurant is in the state of Athens, in the city of Plaka.

In the pantheon she’s also friends with Nike (goddess of victory), Bia (goddess of force & power), Alke (goddess of courage), Hygieia (goddess of hygiene & cleanliness), Clio (muse of history), Calliope (muse of epic poetry) Ekecheiria (goddess of truce & armistice), Pasithea (goddess of hallucinations & relaxation), Ganymede (god of homosexual love & desire), Eleutheria (goddess of liberty), Nemesis (goddess of retribution), Arete (goddess of virtue, valor, & excellence), and Homonoia (goddess of concord).

Athena has a good working relationship with Diochetévo (goddess of sewers, garbage, & waste).

Aside from Themis, she views Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language) and Chrysanta (goddess of metal) as maternal figures.

Athena also admires the resourcefulness of the fraternal twins Penia (goddess of poverty) & Ptocheia (goddess of beggary).

She's a co-chair of the Athens Film Festival (along with Dionysus & The Muses).

Athena is also a co-chair of the realm’s Olympic Tournament- with the other ones being Hermes and Nike. The Olympic Tournament is the largest & greatest athletic competition, taking place every summer (in a different state in Olympius) and winter (in the Underworld).

She once competed against Ares in a gyro eating contest at a Summer Solstice fair. She won, of course!

Athena enjoys reading historical and political science texts in addition to fantasy, poetry, and historical fiction books. A recent favorite read has been the steampunk historical fantasy series The Machinery of Alchemists, written by Favian (god of philosophy).

She appreciates her deep friendship with Dike. In Athens, they don’t live far from each other and they’re always together a lot anyway with them being justices on the Grand Olympian Court. The two of them have exchanged friendship bracelets. They’ve recently gotten into attending hair shows- both amateur & professional. The hair shows consist of hair stylists- experienced and novice showing off their talents on the heads of their “hair models” using braiding hair extensions in addition to other hair accessories. In a certain amount of allotted time, the hair stylists are tasked with creating a woven tapestry of breathtakingly beautiful designs with braiding hair extensions. At the first show she went to with Dike in Ithaca, Athena was left speechless with the hairstyles she saw.

Athena has only been to one Olympian Gala event, where the theme was in dedication to Athens called Zíto i Athína! She arrived on the gold carpet wearing a custom made Chloé Gabras creation. Chloé Gabras is a well known mortal fashion designer known for her avant garde haute couture style. Athena wore ballgown armour dress constructed from 3D printed resin and galvanised metal. She completed the look with simple black platform ankle boots (that couldn't be seen). Athena wore no jewelry and the makeup was simple- metallic silver eyeshadow and clear lip gloss on her lips. Her nails were painted chrome black while her hair was styled as lemonade braids. It was difficult to move in the dress, but it caught the attention of everyone! Athena made the top of the best dressed list at the Gala. The dress is now an archived piece at the Athens National Museum of Culture. 

Nike gave Athena an owl shaped jeweled Diamond Ave. clutch for her recent birthday.

Before “The Incident,” Athena’s temper got the best of her when she was involved in a “battle” of sorts with a mortal girl named Arachne.

A recent cause of concern for her in her beloved sacred state has been the steadily growing number of missing Athenian youths. Athena consulted The Moirai about this, but was left exasperated when they only responded in cryptic riddles. 

She’s made several posts about this on her Fatestagram page, written about it in Modern Olympus magazine, as well as talking about it publicly during an appearance on the late night talk show The Godly Hour. The last 10 minutes of the show had Athena recite all the names of the missing beings.

Even though she’s an eternal virgin, Athena is aware of her attraction towards women. She considers herself to be a sapiosexual- an attraction to intelligence. She also had a brief unrequited crush on Urania (muse of astronomy). Athena feels like she experienced grief and loss, as well as “what could have been” following the untimely tragic death of her former friend Pallas, an oceanid. With no outright declaration, it was the closest she’d ever come to having a romantic relationship. Before Dike, it was the closest friendship Athena had as well. 

Her all time favorite meal is moussaka along with lamb stifado and pasta aglio e olio (topped with green olives).

Athena is a part of The Moirai’s monthly knitting/sewing circle. 

In her free time she enjoys archery, fencing, football (soccer), horseback riding, basketball, going to museums, tennis, field hockey, checkers, going to the opera, ballet, petteia, volleyball, transcribing music, mountain climbing, writing in her journal, oil painting, going to the theater, golf, bowling, yoga, martial arts, acupuncture, rollerskating, snowboarding & skiing (in the Underworld), boxing, pottery, and sculpting. Nothing however beats the company of a good book!

“One who yells the loudest is often the one with the least to say.”

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Forged Divinity Chapter 1: Phineas Acquires Leannan

1618 words

CW: institutionalized slavery, religious themes, abuse, implied murder, derogatory language

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~~~

Revelation 8:7

The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down on the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up.

~~~

The merchant's tent was a fire hazard, that, Phineas knew for sure. The canvas structure hung low, the underside painted with long-since faded suns, moons, and stars. The peeling sky resided over an impossibly huge pile of junk. Trunks, fabrics, clothes, cookware, ancient electronics, blunt weapons, farming tools, window shutters, a bedframe, an armoire. Herbs, spices, and mixes of the two claiming to have magical properties filled jars, cans, pouches, and incense boxes that lined rickety shelves alongside trinkets, baubles, and kitsch. A handful of prayer and psalm biblets, but no other books – never any other books. Lines strung from the shelves to the tent posts hoisted flickering lanterns that barely lit the dark interior.

Phineas drew closer to the herb shelves, doing their best to ignore the sense of impending doom the precarious lanterns evoked. They scanned the shelving with a practiced eye, wasting no time on the many, many distractions around them – until one of those distractions was not a grinning animal skull or rhinestone-backed handmirror, but instead the unmistakable tread of another person.

Phineas was facing him straight on when the person ducked around the shelf into sight. He blinked, surprised by Phineas’ confrontational stance and the unusual weapon they carried, but collected himself quickly.

“Are you finding what you need?” he asked in a smooth, low voice. His tone was obviously loaded, and Phineas didn’t like that. What Phineas didn’t mind, however, was the stranger’s appearance. Everything about him was pleasant, soft, and round – his body, his face, his lips, his pale curls that crowned him in gold. His clothes were simple, ragged, scavenged things, like most people’s, but he wore them with a particular taste for layering and color-matching, making the most out of a range of faded blues. Long sleeved, of course, to protect from the sun. A small golden religious symbol rested on a delicate chain around his neck. His hands hovered in front of his chest, fingers linked. As Phineas continued to unabashedly look him up and down, he smiled and ducked his head.

“Maybe I can help-”

“I’m fine,” Phineas cut him off, snatching a small paper box off a nearby shelf. “Where’s your boss?”

“Oh,” the man laughed, bright and short, “She’s not my boss.”

An obvious cue to ask what their relationship was, then. Phineas ignored it, and started weaving their way through the chaos towards where they’d last seen the merchant.

“Hej, sinjorino!” they called. Their Esperanto vocal habits they’d grown up with in the southern deserts were hard to kick.

“Pafanto?” The merchant answered in kind – another nomad, perhaps, fleeing the heat – and her head popped up from behind a stack of computer parts. “All done?”

Phineas made their way over to her, glancing over their shoulder. The blue and gold man was gone. They met the merchant over a dusty counter.

“Who’s your assistant?” they asked, setting the box down.

“Assistant?” she frowned at first, then smiled knowingly. “Ah, you met Hiram. No, no assistant. He’s a holy Iowan concubine,” she spoke proudly, “Worth a fucking town, that one.”

“I thought the Iowan stock died out.”

“So did I! But he’s got the dark blood and everything.”

“How much?”

She laughed in their face.

“More than you’ve got, pafanto!” Her chuckles slowed. “Unless…” Her eyes drifted over their shoulder.

Phineas’ hand went instinctively to the strap that held the Barrett M95 sniper rifle in place on their back. The weapon loomed over their shoulder like a specter, always watching, always ready. A gun like that was rare. Priceless. It was why the merchant called them ‘gunman,’ revealing that she’d noticed the uncommon weapon the moment they’d walked in. Not that it was hard to notice.

Was it worth a human life?

It had certainly taken plenty.

The merchant could tell they were considering it.

“The gun, and any ammo you have. That’ll get you the Iowan, and your…” she picked up the box, “Henna?”

“What’s he like?” Phineas had already forgotten the name the merchant had used.

“Oh, he’s perfect,” the merchant hummed with a sly smile, “A dream in bed. You know, you’d really be doing me a favor, I need to get rid of him before the season ends and I have to go home to my husband!”

The merchant wasn’t being subtle. The gun was worth more than the Iowan.

“He is…” Phineas wasn’t quite sure what they were asking, “Obedient?”

“Very.”

Phineas took one last look around the tent, huffed a breath, and unslung the weapon from their shoulder. The merchant beamed, yet again giving away the game. Phineas delicately set the gun on the counter and took their tall and hefty backpack off, rooting through it and producing two boxes of ammunition.

“That’s not a lot,” the merchant observed.

“It’s a sniper rifle,” Phineas snarked, “You shouldn’t need a lot.”

~~~

Twenty minutes later Phineas was striding away from the merchant’s tent, the Iowan practically jogging to keep up. He’d managed to pack a meager bag of things that now bounced on his back. Phineas, on the other hand, was feeling strangely unburdened. They didn’t like it. The gun meant safety. The gun meant food. What would they do without it?

They walked through dense pine forests, the trees looming overhead in ominous spikes. The narrow track they followed was dutifully marked out by swipes of white paint on the occasional trunk, left by trailblazers not too long ago. Phineas took a deep, calming breath of the evergreen scent, clearing their head.

“What’s your name?” they asked, without looking back.

“I have been called Hiram for some time now, ma’am – sir? – m – uh,” the Iowan replied breathlessly, “But you may call me what you like!”

“Pick something better than Hiram, or I’ll pick something you won’t like.”

“Oh! Well… If you’re letting me pick, I’m partial to Leannan.”

“Leannan it is. Call me Phineas, and nothing else.” Phineas abruptly turned off the path into the dense woods. They could hear Leannan panting and stumbling behind them, his shoes scraping over roots and snapping every twig underfoot.

Hunting with this thing was going to be a nightmare.

Phineas stopped, shrugging their backpack off and finally turning to look at Leannan. The Iowan staggered to a halt, out of breath and awkward.

“We’ll camp here,” Phineas announced.

“Oh!” Leannan looked around.

“Problem?” snapped Phineas.

“No!” Leannan said quickly, “Only, I have nothing to lie on.” He gestured to Phineas’ bedroll, prominently visible across the top of their backpack.

Phineas shrugged. “It ain’t cold.” The summer air was clear and warm.

They crouched to dig through their backpack, and pulled out two wax-cloth wrapped bundles. They offered one to Leannan.

“Eat.”

Leannan accepted the bundle and unwrapped it, finding it a single ration of a homemade granola bar – dried fruit, nuts, and grains – and jerky. He watched as Phineas sat back against a tree, as easy as can be, munching their own food.

Leannan sank to the ground and sat cross-legged, observing his new master like a hawk.

~~~

Later, as the sky darkened and the birdsong began to shift, they lay side by side on their backs. Leannan was on the ground; Phineas lay atop their thin bedroll.

Knowing they were still awake, Leannan rolled onto his side to face Phineas, propping his head up on one hand.

“Phineas,” he asked in a near-whisper, “Why did you buy me?”

Phineas slowly sighed before mumbling, “Because I wanted to.” They didn’t open their eyes.

“What am I, to you?”

“An annoyance, right now.”

“So, you…” Leannan ventured a hand out to caress Phineas’ shoulder, “Don’t you want to touch me?”

“Mmmnope.”

“So, you… You’re saving me? From the life of a whore?”

“Jes, whatever.”

“But you gave up a gun for me, and I’m so, so grateful, Phineas…” Leannan leaned in and pressed his lips to Phineas’ shoulder.

“God, you’re stupid!” Phineas sat up and swung their arm, backhanding Leannan across the face. Leannan gasped and cowered away.

“I’m not interested in fucking you, you idiotic little slut!” Phineas shouted, “I’m selling you the first chance I get!”

“I’m sorry!” Leannan doubled over on his knees, pressing his forehead into the pine needles. “I’m sorry, Phineas!”

“Go the fuck to sleep,” Phineas growled, lying back down.

Leannan lifted his head. Seeing Phineas had already closed their eyes, he rolled his own with a silent sigh and curled up to sleep on the spot.

At least this one was a traveler. They’d find him a suitable buyer better than that merchant could have, God willing, though Leannan would have to be the one to pick the buyer and put the idea in Phineas’ head. The gunman was a fool for giving up their weapon, they clearly had no business savvy.

Leannan just had to be careful not to trigger another temper tantrum.

God would see him through this.

~~~

When Leannan was shaken awake, he opened his eyes to darkness.

“Up. Up, slut.” Phineas.

Leannan blearily started to push himself upright, but a hand fisted in his hair and yanked. He yelped and scrambled to his feet. Suddenly he was face-to-face with Phineas, their dull reddish-brown hair sticking up in tufts around their head, their warm tan skin cast cold by the wan moonlight, angular features sharp.

Over their shoulder loomed the barrel of their gun. Back in its place.

Leannan knew immediately what had happened, but he blinked in confusion for Phineas’ benefit anyway.

“What…?”

Phineas released Leannan’s curls.

“Follow.” They turned on their heel and headed off into the woods, back towards the trail.

Leannan scooped up his bag and hurried after, stumbling in the dark.

He wouldn’t underestimate Phineas again.

~~~

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The Instructor

In a world meticulously crafted and controlled, "The Instructor: Echoes of Duty" delves into the intricate web of duty, discipline, and determination within the Paramedic Corps. Directed by a masterful hand, this film weaves a tapestry of raw human emotions against the backdrop of a society where every heartbeat is synchronized to the rhythm of the paramedic code.

Starring in a role that seems tailor-made for him, is Jackson LeClarke who served himself in the paramedic corps. He delivers a performance that is as chilling as it is moving. His portrayal of a seasoned intendurd servant, bound by the ironclad rules of the Corps, resonates with an eerie authenticity. With every glance and every word, he embodies the struggle of someone who believes in the system even as it threatens to consume his humanity.

The film opens with a chilling scene — a pristine paramedic station, shadows cast ominously by the harsh fluorescent lights. The silence is shattered by the arrival of the new recruits, fresh-faced and eager. As they embark on their intense training, the audience is thrust into a world where the line between mentorship and indoctrination blurs.

The cinematography in "The Instructor" is both haunting and beautiful. The stark, clinical interiors of the training facility contrast sharply with the serene yet indifferent beauty of the outside world. Each frame is a careful study in contrast, mirroring the internal conflict of the characters.

From the crack of dawn, when the recruits dutifully adorn their chastity cages, to the meticulous scrutiny by the instructors ensuring conformity, the film is a visceral dive into the heart of paramedic indoctrination.

The neuro-based VR training sequences are a spectacle to behold. Through the lens of cutting-edge technology, the recruits' minds are stretched and challenged, forging them into the finest paramedics. The VR training, portrayed with stunning visual effects, captures the surreal blend of reality and simulation, where the line between the two blurs until it's indistinguishable.

As the recruits navigate the labyrinthine corridors of virtual emergencies, the audience is drawn into their world. The palpable tension, the rush of adrenaline, and the overwhelming responsibility are portrayed so vividly that viewers find themselves holding their breath in sync with the characters on screen.

The supporting cast, composed of young recruits navigating their way through a world that demands perfection, brings a refreshing authenticity to the film. Their wide-eyed idealism clashes with the weathered, stoic facade of the instructors, creating moments of tension that resonate long after the credits roll.

The script, penned with a pen dipped in cynicism and splattered with irony, delves deep into the psyche of those who serve the Corps. It questions the price of obedience, the cost of loyalty, and the fine line between devotion and blind submission. The dialogues are razor-sharp, leaving the audience with lingering questions about duty, sacrifice, and the nature of freedom.

Accompanied by a haunting, minimalist score, "The Instructor: Echoes of Duty" is a cerebral journey that challenges not only the characters on screen but also the viewers in the theater. It prompts introspection, forcing us to confront the uncomfortable truths about our own allegiances and the systems we uphold.

In the end, "The Instructor" is not merely a film; it's a thought-provoking exploration of the human spirit under the weight of duty. It's a chilling reminder that even the noblest of causes can demand a price too high, and the echoes of duty reverberate long after the screen fades to black.

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Jacksonville Sharks Tie-Dye 2025 Hoodie

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Explosive Energy in Every Thread: The Jacksonville Sharks Tie-Dye 2025 Hoodie

Introduction: Where Color Crashes Like a Wave

In the landscape of modern sportswear, few designs dare to defy the norm with the audacity and playfulness that the Jacksonville Sharks Tie-Dye 2025 Hoodie delivers. This is not just a hoodie—it’s a kaleidoscopic tidal wave of spirit, individuality, and team pride. It captures the essence of arena football—bold, fast-paced, and impossible to ignore—and translates it into a vibrant wearable that pulses with life.

The Sharks are known for intensity on the field, and now, with this hoodie, they’ve matched that energy in fabric form. It’s wild. It’s fearless. It’s Jacksonville with attitude—wrapped in a whirlwind of electric color.

Design: A Rainbow of Rivalry and Power

Let’s start with the heart of the hoodie: the psychedelic tie-dye pattern. Exploding outward from the center like a burst of sonic energy, the swirling hues of red, yellow, blue, and orange echo the chaos and electricity of arena football. Each color spirals into the next, refusing to be tamed, creating a background that radiates motion and momentum even when you’re standing still.

The front chest features two dynamic logos, depending on the variation. One style features the traditional Jacksonville Sharks wordmark, sharp and striking in black and white, piercing through the color like teeth slicing through water. The other flaunts a fierce stylized shark head, lunging across the chest—its red eyes and aerodynamic form channeling aggression, speed, and hunger.

The back continues the theme, anchoring the piece with bold text and the signature Sharks logo surrounded by another swirling tie-dye sunburst. It’s chaotic, yet structured. Vintage, yet futuristic. The red hood provides the perfect contrast cap, giving the design a powerful anchor amidst the swirl.

This is not just fashion—it’s visual velocity.

Symbolism: The Spirit of the Sea Meets Streetwear

Every choice in this hoodie speaks to identity—both of the Jacksonville Sharks and the fan who dares to wear it. Tie-dye, often associated with counterculture, freedom, and expressive rebellion, finds new purpose here. It becomes a symbol of fearless fandom, a shout of support in a world of muted tones and safe choices.

The shark—one of nature’s most efficient and relentless predators—is transformed into a badge of honor, swimming through the chaos with clear purpose. Much like the team it represents, the shark in this hoodie is not here to blend in. It’s here to take over. It’s here to dominate the turf, the tailgate, and every street corner in between.

In a league built on grit, speed, and showmanship, this hoodie becomes the uniform of the die-hard.

Craftsmanship: Function Wrapped in Flair

The Jacksonville Sharks Tie-Dye 2025 Hoodie doesn’t sacrifice comfort for style. Built from high-grade cotton blend, it strikes a perfect balance between softness and durability. The brushed fleece lining provides a cozy interior feel, while the bold dye process is locked in to resist fading through washes.

From the metal-tipped drawstrings to the ribbed cuffs and waistband, every detail has been curated for longevity and wearability. Whether you’re in the stands, out on the boardwalk, or just lounging at home, this hoodie transitions seamlessly from sport to street.

It’s performance wear for fans who live out loud.

Cultural Relevance: A Bold Leap for Arena Football Fashion

Let’s not understate it—this hoodie makes a statement. In a world where mainstream football merchandise often relies on tradition and minimalism, the Jacksonville Sharks are throwing a creative haymaker with this piece. It shows that arena football doesn’t have to live in the shadows of the NFL—it can set its own trends, forge its own path, and build its own aesthetic legacy.

This is merch for fans who love their team with unapologetic intensity. For people who want their clothing to be as loud and proud as their game-day chants. And in the era of social media, where style and allegiance collide, this hoodie is built to go viral, to spark conversation, to stand out in the crowd.

Conclusion: Color with a Bite

The Jacksonville Sharks Tie-Dye 2025 Hoodie is nothing short of a visual tsunami. It’s fierce, fun, and unforgettable—a fusion of old-school color culture with modern athletic aggression. It dares to be different and wins by knockout.

This isn’t just team gear. It’s a celebration. A celebration of spirit, creativity, and every Sharks touchdown that left the crowd roaring. You don’t wear this hoodie to fit in—you wear it to lead the charge.

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Honda Civic Type R Ultimate Edition - Tech Specs and Performance The Honda Civic Type R Ultimate Edition marks the final appearance of the Type R in the European market. Limited to just 40 units, this model is based on the latest FL5 generation and focuses on refining performance and engineering precision. Under the hood is a 2.0-litre turbocharged VTEC engine, producing 329 PS at 6,500 rpm and 420 Nm of torque between 2,200 and 4,000 rpm. 

These figures make it the most powerful VTEC turbo engine Honda has produced for a Type R. Performance figures are notable: zero to 100 kilometers per hour is achieved in 5.4 seconds, and the top speed is electronically limited to 275 kilometers per hour. The power is transmitted via a six-speed manual gearbox, featuring a revised rev-match system and a lighter flywheel, enhancing responsiveness during downshifts. 

 The chassis is reinforced for improved structural rigidity, with a 15 percent increase over the previous generation. Lightweight materials are used throughout, including an aluminum hood that is 43 percent lighter and a resin tailgate that reduces weight by 20 percent. Visually, the Ultimate Edition features Championship White paintwork, gloss black roof, carbon-fiber rear wing and trim, and red graphic accents. These elements are not only aesthetic but also serve aerodynamic and cooling functions. 

 The suspension system is tuned for track performance, paired with 19-inch matte black forged alloy wheels and Michelin Pilot Sport 4S tires. Braking is handled by upgraded Brembo calipers and two-piece discs, optimized for heat dissipation and fade resistance under heavy load. Inside, the vehicle includes suede-trimmed Recaro seats, red accents, and serialized plaques identifying the limited-edition status. The Honda LogR system is integrated into the infotainment display, providing performance metrics such as g-force, tire friction, and lap times. This system can be connected to a smartphone for post-drive analysis. Although the Ultimate Edition is not specifically engineered to break lap records, it benefits from the same development philosophy that delivered the front-wheel-drive record lap at Suzuka. It represents the most complete and track-focused Type R offered to European customers. With production capped at 40 units, the Civic Type R Ultimate Edition is a final, technically refined entry in Honda’s high-performance lineup for the region. 

 *Honda Civic Type R Ultimate Edition – Technical Specifications* 

Engine Type: 2.0-litre VTEC Turbo, inline 4-cylinder, DOHC Displacement: 1,996 cc Power Output: 329 PS (242 kW) at 6,500 rpm Torque: 420 Nm from 2,200 to 4,000 rpm Turbocharger: Single-scroll with intercooler Fuel System: Direct injection Emissions Standard: Euro 6d 

 Performance 0–100 km/h: 5.4 seconds Top Speed: 275 km/h Drivetrain: Front-wheel drive Transmission: 6-speed manual with rev-matching Limited Slip Differential: Helical type 

 Chassis and Suspension Front Suspension: Dual-axis strut (MacPherson type) Rear Suspension: Multi-link Steering: Electric power-assisted rack-and-pinion Brakes: Front – ventilated two-piece discs, Brembo 4-piston calipers Rear – solid discs 

Wheels: 19-inch matte black forged alloy Tires: Michelin Pilot Sport 4S (265/30 ZR19) 

Body and Dimensions Overall Length: 4,594 mm Overall Width: 1,890 mm Overall Height: 1,407 mm Wheelbase: 2,735 mm Curb Weight: Approx. 1,430 kg Bonnet: Aluminum (43% lighter than standard) Tailgate: Resin (20% lighter than standard) 

Aerodynamics: Rear wing, functional diffuser, front and rear air ducts Interior Seats: Recaro suede-effect sports seats Trim: Red accents with carbon-fiber style elements 

Infotainment: 9-inch touchscreen with Honda LogR 2.0 data logger Instrumentation: Digital display with customizable performance views Climate Control: Dual-zone automatic 

Drive Modes: Comfort, Sport, +R, Individual 

Production Units Produced: 40 (for European market) Color: Championship White with gloss black roof and red graphics Badge: Individually numbered plaque on center console 

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Make a Fierce Statement in the Ruanua Leopard Print Collection

Introduction

In the vast and vibrant domain of winter fashion, where neutrality often reigns supreme, a daring infusion of untamed elegance emerges to challenge the status quo. The ruanua Leopard Print Collection is not merely an assemblage of outerwear — it is a declaration. A growl of style that reverberates through snowy landscapes, alpine peaks, and après-ski lounges alike. This line was curated for the bold, the unapologetic, the wild-at-heart who refuse to blend into the frostbitten backdrop.

Winter wear traditionally emphasizes functionality, often at the expense of flair. However, the Ruanua Leopard Print Collection deftly navigates both realms, marrying sartorial audacity with alpine utility. These are garments forged not only for insulation but for impact.

The Unmistakable Power of Leopard Print

To adorn oneself in leopard print is to tap into a lineage of fashion rebels and glamour vanguards. It is a motif steeped in rich contradiction — both primal and polished, ferocious yet refined. Within the Ruanua Leopard Print Collection, this iconic pattern is reimagined for the snowy terrain, transforming ski apparel into statement pieces.

Unlike muted tones that fade into the icy milieu, leopard print emerges like fire against ice. It resists the cold’s monochrome palette with exuberance and vigor. Whether you’re racing down the slopes or pausing for an espresso at the summit café, this print ensures you’re not only seen but remembered.

Embrace the Elements in the Ruanua Leopard Print Ski Suit

The ruanua leopard print ski suit is the cornerstone of this unorthodox winter wardrobe. Engineered with a padded down interior and water-repellent exterior, this suit doesn’t compromise on warmth or performance. But beyond its technical credentials lies a silhouette that sculpts and flatters, eschewing the bulk of traditional ski gear for a sleeker, tailored form.

The suit envelops the body like second skin, while the leopard motif offers an audacious contrast to the sterile whites and grays of snow-covered resorts. It is equally suitable for carving turns at high velocity or striding confidently through après-ski gatherings with undeniable poise. The piece speaks fluently in the language of luxury, adrenaline, and individuality.

Tailored Ferocity: Ruanua Ski Trousers for Women

Functional doesn’t have to mean frumpy. The ruanua ski trousers womens embrace both utilitarian design and cutting-edge style. Crafted for maximum mobility and climate resistance, these trousers incorporate flexible, breathable materials that facilitate unencumbered motion, even in the most demanding alpine conditions.

Yet it’s the fusion of functionality and feline allure that sets them apart. Their contoured fit accentuates form while retaining technical excellence. Whether paired with a complementary ski jacket or styled as a standalone piece, these trousers whisper power, confidence, and aesthetic mastery.

Outerwear that Dominates: Ruanua Ski Jackets for Women

For those who prefer modular layering over a unified suit, ruanua ski jackets women offer versatility and distinction. These jackets encapsulate warmth with a thermal core, ergonomic cuffs, and snow skirts — all without sacrificing the charisma of bold fashion.

Their architectural design includes high collars, cinched waists, and meticulous stitching that elevates the profile from athletic to avant-garde. These are coats conceived with couture sensibilities but born for the slopes. In the Ruanua repertoire, every zipper, every seam, every stitch is a nod to precision, endurance, and visual drama.

Beyond Fashion — A Philosophy of Boldness

The essence of the Ruanua Leopard Print Collection lies not just in its aesthetics, but in what it represents: a refusal to settle. In a world of predictable choices, this collection beckons the wearer to lean into audacity. It’s a metaphor for breaking barriers, for embracing one’s wild side amidst the stark serenity of winter.

There’s an invigorating defiance in choosing leopard print on a mountain cloaked in white silence. It’s not about attention — it’s about expression. It is for the woman who defines her own parameters, who knows that femininity and ferocity are not mutually exclusive. The Ruanua woman doesn’t follow trails; she blazes them.

Craftsmanship Meets Couture

At the heart of this collection is an unwavering dedication to craftsmanship. Each piece is meticulously designed, tested against nature’s harshest conditions, and tailored with finesse. Ruanua’s fusion of high-performance textiles with high-impact design results in pieces that are not only weatherproof but future-proof.

These garments are investments in durability and distinction. They transcend seasons and trends, occupying a realm where form and function perform a duet. There’s nothing ephemeral about this style — it’s enduring, evocative, and eloquently composed.

Leopard Print as an Attitude

Leopard print has long defied classification. It’s never truly been “in” because it’s never really been “out.” It is timeless, in that rarefied category of fashion that transcends the calendar. When manifested through the Ruanua Leopard Print Collection, it becomes less a pattern and more an ethos.

It conjures the wild plains of the Serengeti as effortlessly as it dazzles under chandeliered resort halls. To wear it is to summon a latent power, to awaken something primitive yet poised. It’s a nod to those who came before — icons, renegades, and trailblazers — and a challenge to those who watch: dare to be unforgettable.

Ruanua: The Art of Making a Statement

Every line, every collection, every thread in the Ruanua catalog is crafted with one aim: to empower. Fashion is not merely about covering the body — it’s about revealing the self. In an era where trends are transient and conformity is currency, Ruanua stands as a bulwark of individuality.

To explore the full collection and redefine your winter wardrobe with untamed elegance, visit the Ruanua Leopard Print Collection. Whether it’s the uncompromising silhouette of the Ruanua Leopard Print Ski Suit, the sleek sophistication of the Ruanua Ski Trousers for Women, or the iconic strength of the Ruanua Ski Jackets for Women, each piece invites you to inhabit your fiercest self.

Discover the World of Ruanua

Ruanua is more than a brand — it is a philosophy. A vision of style that prioritizes originality over orthodoxy, audacity over anonymity. Every creation is an homage to the fearless, the feminine, and the fiercely independent. With an unwavering commitment to quality, innovation, and expression, Ruanua transforms the slopes into a runway, and the coldest seasons into the hottest moments of fashion clarity.

To make a bold statement that lingers long after the snow melts, step into the wild elegance of Ruanua.

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Historical Ottoman Hammam: A Journey Through Time

Turkish hammams were more than just spaces for bathing in the Ottoman Empire—they were sacred spaces for relaxation, healing, and social connection. Deeply rooted in the cultural and religious fabric of the era, hammams shaped daily life, celebrated milestones, and embodied Ottoman art and architecture.

In This Guide:

Origins of the Ottoman hammam tradition

Social and cultural functions

Celebratory rituals in hammams

Architectural features

Notable historical hammams in Istanbul

Modern revival and visitor tips

🕌 The Origins of the Ottoman Hammam

The Ottoman hammam evolved from ancient Roman and Byzantine bathhouses, redesigned in accordance with Islamic principles of cleanliness. Every Ottoman neighborhood, from the grand bazaars to the small districts, had at least one hammam that served as a public gathering space.

Main Functions:

Religious purification (ablutions before prayers and holidays)

Community socialization across all classes

Celebratory rituals such as weddings and births

Architectural art that embodied Ottoman aesthetics

🤝 Social Life in the Ottoman Hammam

Bathhouses were among the few public spaces where people from different social backgrounds could mingle. They became vital hubs for news-sharing, relaxation, and community bonding.

For Men:

Discussed politics, business, and local affairs

Relaxed after work

Built social connections

For Women:

Enjoyed freedom and privacy

Celebrated milestones with food, music, and laughter

Formed social and even political alliances

Special Celebrations in the Hammam:

Gelin Hamamı – Bridal bath ceremony before a wedding

Lohusa Hamamı – Postnatal cleansing ritual

Holiday preparations – Ritual cleansing before religious festivals

🛁 Ottoman Bath Design: Function Meets Elegance

Ottoman hammams were architectural masterpieces, reflecting both functionality and beauty.

Typical Structure:

Cold Room (Soğukluk): Entry and changing space

Warm Room (Ilıklık): Transitional space to help body adjust

Hot Room (Hararet): Main bathing area with marble interiors and a central Göbek Taşı (heated platform) for scrubbing and massage

Domes allowed for natural ventilation and lighting, while marble floors and fountains added elegance and acoustics.

🏛️ Famous Ottoman Hammams in Istanbul

Istanbul remains home to many iconic hammams from the Ottoman period, some still operational today.

Notable Examples:

Çemberlitaş Hammam (1584): Designed by Mimar Sinan

Süleymaniye Hammam: Built for the workers of the Süleymaniye Mosque complex

Hürrem Sultan Hammam: Commissioned by Roxelana, wife of Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent, near Hagia Sophia

Each hammam holds stories of sultans, artisans, and everyday citizens. Their legacy lives on in Istanbul’s cultural heritage.

📉 The Decline and Modern Revival

With modern plumbing and evolving lifestyles, the daily use of hammams faded. However, in recent decades, interest has been renewed—especially among wellness travelers and cultural explorers.

Today, hammams offer:

Authentic cultural experiences

Traditional treatments like kese and foam massage

A blend of relaxation, beauty, and history

💡 Tips for Visiting a Historical Hammam

Choose wisely: Opt for historic hammams in cities like Istanbul for an authentic experience

Arrive early: Mornings are quieter

Go traditional: Try classic treatments like the kese scrub and foam wash

Respect etiquette: Follow cultural norms and gender-specific time slots

🧕 Stories From the Hammam: Hidden Histories

In Ottoman times, hammams were spaces for informal diplomacy. One legend tells of Hürrem Sultan, who built a lavish hammam not only for hygiene—but for holding quiet political gatherings among women of the palace.

In these intimate, steamy spaces, matchmaking occurred, alliances were forged, and future paths were quietly set.

🌿 Final Thoughts: A Legacy That Lives On

The Turkish hammam was—and remains—a sacred cultural tradition. From ritual purification and architectural wonder to social connection and historical storytelling, it embodies the Ottoman way of life.

Whether you visit for its spa-like serenity or cultural immersion, stepping into a hammam is stepping into centuries of history.

✨ Experience the tradition for yourself—explore the best historical hammams in Istanbul and take a journey back in time.

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the story and concept for your Assassin's Creed game set in 1830s Jamaica:

Assassin's Creed: Freedom's Fury

Setting: The lush yet brutal landscape of Jamaica in the 1830s, a volatile period marked by the burgeoning abolitionist movement, the oppressive grip of plantation owners, and the simmering unrest among enslaved people. The game world will span from bustling port towns like Kingston and Montego Bay to sprawling sugar plantations in the countryside and the dense, often treacherous, Cockpit Country – a haven for Maroons and rebels.

Protagonist: Kwame "Kai" Johnson, a strong-willed and resourceful enslaved man in his late twenties. Kai possesses a natural agility and keen observational skills honed through years of navigating the harsh realities of plantation life. He is fiercely loyal to his community and possesses a deep-seated desire for freedom and justice.

Story:

The year is 1831. Tensions are reaching a boiling point across Jamaica. Samuel Sharpe, a Baptist deacon, is igniting the flames of rebellion, advocating for freedom and fair wages. Kai, working on a sugar plantation in St. James parish, is swept up in the fervor. He participates in peaceful protests that quickly turn violent under the heavy hand of the colonial militia and their Templar allies – plantation owners and influential figures secretly manipulating events to maintain their power and wealth.

During one particularly brutal crackdown, Kai witnesses unspeakable atrocities and is left for dead. Just as his life is fading, he is rescued by Adara, a seasoned Assassin of African descent who has been operating in the shadows of Jamaica for years, guiding and supporting those fighting for liberation. Adara recognizes Kai's potential – his resilience, his passion, and his innate understanding of the island's hidden pathways and the oppressors' vulnerabilities.

Adara nurses Kai back to health and reveals the existence of the Brotherhood, a hidden organization dedicated to fighting tyranny and upholding free will. She explains that the Templars, under the guise of maintaining order and prosperity, are deeply entrenched in the slave trade and are actively working to suppress the growing calls for emancipation. They seek to exploit the chaos of the rebellion to further their own agenda, potentially involving ancient artifacts hidden on the island.

Trained by Adara, Kai embraces the Creed. His intimate knowledge of the plantations, his connections within the enslaved community, and his burning desire for liberation make him a formidable Assassin. His journey will see him:

* Infiltrate heavily guarded plantations: Utilizing stealth, parkour skills adapted to the environment (climbing sugar mills, navigating cane fields), and social blending within the enslaved population.

* Uncover Templar conspiracies: Investigating clandestine meetings, deciphering coded messages, and exposing the Templars' influence on colonial officials.

* Forge alliances with Maroon communities: Learning their unique fighting styles and utilizing their knowledge of the Cockpit Country for navigation and escape.

* Participate in key historical events: While operating in the shadows, Kai will intersect with the Christmas Rebellion and the Baptist War, influencing events from behind the scenes and protecting those fighting for freedom.

* Confront powerful Templar figures: Plantation owners, military officers, and influential merchants who are pulling the strings of oppression.

Gameplay and Concepts:

* Unique Traversal: Emphasize verticality with climbing sugar mills, utilizing ropes and vines in the dense vegetation, and navigating the varied terrain of plantations and the rugged interior.

* Social Stealth and Blending: Leverage Kai's background as an enslaved person to blend within different social strata – from field slaves to house servants – gathering information and moving undetected.

* Immersive Environment: A dynamic world reflecting the social and political tensions of the time. Witness public floggings, abolitionist meetings, and the constant presence of colonial patrols.

* New Weapons and Tools: Utilize tools and weapons inspired by the era and the environment, such as machetes, hidden blades modified with local materials, blowpipes with tranquilizer darts crafted from indigenous plants, and perhaps even improvised explosives.

* Moral Choices: Present players with difficult choices that impact Kai's relationships with different factions and the outcome of certain events, reflecting the complex moral landscape of the time.

* Connection to History: Introduce historical figures like Samuel Sharpe and explore the real events of the Christmas Rebellion and the Baptist War, offering players a compelling historical backdrop for their actions.

* Legacy System: As Kai gains influence and liberates communities, he might inspire other enslaved people to resist, creating a network of allies and potentially unlocking new missions or resources.

Themes:

* The Fight for Freedom: Exploring the universal desire for liberation and the brutal realities of slavery.

* The Cost of Rebellion: Examining the sacrifices and consequences of fighting against a powerful oppressor.

* Hidden Histories: Uncovering the stories and contributions of marginalized communities in shaping historical events.

* The Nature of Tyranny: Highlighting the insidious ways in which power can be abused and used to control and exploit others.

Overall Tone:

The game will aim for a tone that is both grounded and impactful, acknowledging the brutality of the historical context while celebrating the resilience and spirit of those who fought for freedom. It will blend the signature Assassin's Creed gameplay with a narrative deeply rooted in a pivotal and often overlooked chapter of history.

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Hurricane Glass Sliding Doors: Beauty Forged in Strength

A Gateway to Unyielding Grace

In lands where the wind roars and the rain strikes like a hammer, hurricane glass sliding doors emerge as a quiet triumph, blending elegance with an iron will. These doors aren’t just entrances—they’re guardians, crafted to embrace the wild beauty of the outdoors while standing resolute against nature’s fiercest assaults. For homeowners in storm-weary regions, they offer a rare harmony: expansive views and unbreakable resolve, woven into a design that turns vulnerability into valor. They’re a whisper of sophistication amid the howl of a gale.

The rise of these doors speaks to a deeper yearning—to live boldly in the face of chaos without sacrificing style. They transform the threshold between inside and out, inviting light and air while locking out danger. It’s a revolution in resilience, where glass doesn’t shatter but shines, where sliding panels don’t falter but fortify. In their sleek lines and sturdy frames, they promise a home that’s both a refuge and a revelation, defying the tempest with every glide.

The Craft Behind the Calm

What sets hurricane glass sliding doors apart is their ingenious build, a marriage of science and steadfastness. At their heart lies impact-resistant glass—layered with a resilient film that clings tight even when struck, refusing to splinter under debris or pressure. This glass is paired with frames of unyielding metal, often aluminum or steel, engineered to grip the walls like roots in a storm. Together, they form a barrier that laughs at hurricane-force winds, a shield dressed as a window.

The sliding action is a marvel in itself, smooth and effortless despite the weight of protection. For those drawn to hurricane glass sliding doors, it’s the unseen details that seal the deal—weatherproof seals that banish leaks, corrosion-resistant tracks that endure salty air, and a structure that meets the toughest coastal standards. They’re not just doors; they’re a fortress with a view, offering seamless access to patios or porches without a hint of weakness. It’s a design that whispers elegance while roaring strength.

Why They Resonate

The appeal of hurricane glass sliding doors lies in their ability to rewrite the rules of living in storm country. Where fragile doors once buckled under nature’s wrath—letting in water or wind—these stand firm, turning a point of risk into a pillar of safety. They’re a lifeline for those who crave open spaces but dread the unpredictability of the seasons, offering a way to savor the horizon without courting disaster. It’s a balance of necessity and aspiration, a door that holds its own.

Their charm extends beyond survival. The broad glass bathes interiors in sunlight, blurring the line between home and nature, while their modern silhouette lends a chic edge to any space. They’re a sanctuary for families, ensuring the living room or bedroom stays untouched by the storm’s reach. For homeowners, they bring a quiet confidence—knowing their haven can weather the worst without losing its warmth. It’s a choice that fuses function with feeling, reimagining what a door can do.

A Shield With Soul

The brilliance of hurricane glass sliding doors shines even when the skies clear, weaving benefits into the fabric of daily life. Their thick glass dampens the clamor of the world outside—be it wind or waves—crafting a quieter retreat within. Energy savings follow suit; the insulated panes temper the heat, easing the burden on air conditioning in sultry months. In coastal climes, they resist the slow bite of salt, promising years of clarity where others fade.

There’s a broader payoff too. Insurance often rewards homes armed with such defenses, potentially softening costs in high-risk zones. They elevate a property’s worth as well, a draw for buyers who value both toughness and taste. These doors don’t just brace for hurricanes—they enrich the everyday, turning a storm-ready feature into a cornerstone of comfort. It’s protection that pulses with purpose, a quiet gift in every season.

A New Dawn for Doorways

Choosing hurricane glass sliding doors is more than an upgrade—it’s a redefinition of how we dwell in nature’s shadow. They stand as a beacon of human defiance, a refusal to let storms dim the light of home. For residents, they’re a bridge to the wild beyond, a way to slide open the world and rest easy knowing the barrier holds fast. As climates shift and standards rise, these doors are poised to become a hallmark of smart living.

Their story is one of transformation—of homes that don’t just endure but excel. They beckon you to step out, to breathe the air, and to trust in their unyielding embrace. Hurricane glass sliding doors don’t merely guard your space—they elevate it, threading resilience through the heart of your home. In their gleam, you see not just a door, but a dream—a vision of life unshaken, framed in glass and grit.

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DFX452 | Blog Post 1 | 2/1/25

Bringing Pocket Goblins to Life: A CG Toy Commercial Project

Welcome to the first blog post for my personal project, Pocket Goblins — a fictional toy line brought to life through 3D modeling, texturing, and animation! This project is not just about creating a visually engaging 10-15 second advertisement but also about exploring storytelling, post-production techniques, and world-building within a short commercial format.

The Idea: Pocket Goblins

I wanted to design a toy commercial aimed at younger children with big imaginations. The concept behind Pocket Goblins is simple yet fun: small, green goblin creatures that come in a variety of unique outfits, each with their own personality and role. These figures have three points of articulation—their two rotatable arms and a rotatable head—giving them just enough movement to spark creative play.

After sketching out designs, I settled on a cute, stylized look: large round heads, expressive faces, and fun, distinct outfits. The toys themselves would be made of hard plastic with sticker faces and bodies, while accessories like hats and weapons would be hard-surfaced models. So far, I’ve designed four unique goblins:

The Wizard – Wielding a tiny staff and magical wisdom.

The Barbarian – A fierce fighter with a powerful stance.

The Blacksmith – Ready to forge weapons for battle.

The Pirate – Treasure-loving and always on an adventure.

To expand the world of Pocket Goblins, I designed a treasure chest playset, which serves as their home. This small detail enhances the storytelling aspect and makes the toy line feel more immersive.

The Commercial Concept

The storyboard I drew up features an exciting, high-energy sequence:

A treasure chest drops into view, squishing slightly before springing open.

Bright lights shoot out as the Pocket Goblins rise into view, filling the screen.

The background transforms into a pop-art-inspired motion backdrop created in After Effects.

The goblins pop up and float, rotating dynamically before one zooms into frame and blinks.

As it lowers, the chest appears again with the goblins gathered inside, followed by the Pocket Goblins logo popping into view.

The commercial fades out, leaving a fun, playful impression.

Technical Approach

To bring this project to life, I’ll be utilizing a variety of 3D software tools and post-production techniques:

Modeling & UV Unwrapping: Autodesk Maya

Texturing: Substance Painter

Lighting & Rendering: Unreal Engine

Compositing & Final Editing: Adobe After Effects

I started modeling the goblins in Autodesk Maya, focusing on basic shapes—circles and cubes—to build their forms before refining them using the soft select tool and sculpting tools. Their arms, especially their fingers and curved shapes, required careful manipulation of vertices to achieve the right look.

Once the goblins’ base models were complete, I moved on to their hats and weapons, ensuring they had a higher poly count to maintain smooth, detailed surfaces. Since these models won’t require extensive animation, I can afford higher poly counts, especially with Unreal Engine’s Nanite system, which handles high-poly assets efficiently.

Next, I designed the treasure chest, keeping it cartoon-inspired with exaggerated proportions. The interior is still a work in progress, but once completed, I’ll move on to UV unwrapping to prepare for texturing.

What’s Next?

In the coming weeks, I’ll be sharing progress updates, behind-the-scenes looks at my modeling process, and insights into the challenges I encounter along the way. Stay tuned as I bring Pocket Goblins from concept to commercial!

Thanks for following along on this journey — I can’t wait to share more soon!