#incorrect prince of stride

[puppybei]

Fragile Crowns

Chapter 1 (Series Masterlist)

Pairing: Duke of the North! Nanami x isekaid!reader

Genre: Romance, Historical and Fantasy

Summary: A tired overworked employee is what you are one night and the next you’re the hated villainess from your favourite historical romance. However shall you escape death from the hands of your supposed beloved, the former prince turned Duke, Nanami Kento

Warnings/Tags: Though the mirror image shows the villainess assume your body and the vilaness’ body as well as your names to be the same. Reader is described to be 20, hugely incorrect depiction of history. Very very common isekai plots.

Wc: 1.5k

DISCONTINUED

Previous

You feel your head thrum in pain before anything, blinking awake and feeling oddly like you were floating on clouds. When you finally rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and looked around, you realized that you were infact not in your one room studio apartment anymore.

Plush pink covers and about a million pillows took up every centimeter of space around you, a huge crystalline chandelier hung from the ceiling, furniture with intricate details and a stupendous amount of hot pink on the detailed walls. You tried swinging your legs over the bed, only for your toes to be met with cold air and not solid ground, you freaked- how could you not, were you kidnapped? Was this some kind of sick historical roleplay, had you finally collapsed from all the stress and gone crazy.

You looked down at your own body, you were dressed in a frilly nightgown, the hem reaching just below your ankles, your body looked quite the same, you rubbed at your temples- this must be a dream, yeah no way were you actually here and so you tried pinching yourself, only for sharp pain to jolt through your body, making you hold your head in your hands.

Suddenly a girl dressed in a maids costume entered the room, in her hands a tray containing a cloth and a bowl with you presumed to be warm water, she gasped on seeing that you were awake, throwing the tray down on the floor and making you wince,

“M-my Lady! You-you’re awake!”

She immediately kneeled, small body quivering in fear and anticipation as you blankly stared at her. You shook your head, no way this was real- but the colour of the maids hair, the costume that looked a bit too real to be a costume, the elaborate decorations on the wall- no way.

You scrambled up from the bed, taking quick strides to the closest mirror and almost fainting from the shock, fuck you had turned into the Vilainess from that stupid Historical Romance.

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By the time you came to terms with who you were and where you were, the maid was massaging scented oils into your hair as you sat in the bathtub, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. She was also blabbering off to you, which quite honestly was starting to irk you a bit, political jargon was flying over your head as she updated you on the latest news of the empire. Apparently some stupid prince had fallen from the fight to succession and instead became a Duke in the middle of god knows where.

“Oh and also the Count and Countess expect you to be downstairs immediately, I couldn’t inform you but your brothers have returned from their academies,”

You sighed, barely nodding in response with a jerk of your head as the maid nervously continued,

“M-my Lady?”

You blinked open your eyes, honestly you felt pity for the poor thing, how much had the original villainess tortured her for her to be reduced to a quivering, stuttering mess whenever she asked for your attention.

“Yes?”

“You have to get ready n-now, can I w-wash you off?”

You bit your lip, the last thing you wanted to do was normalize being seen in stark nakedness by your maids, but if you refused then it would just make suspicions arise and according to Lily, there were already rumours going around that you weren’t acting normally since you hadn’t had a tantrum within the first five hours of you being awake.

Lily told you that you had been asleep for two days, something which was very normal, in fact when you asked her, she looked at you like you were in the wrong. Apparently, and this was not mentioned in the book, the villainess was often sick and would recuperate in bed for a few days on end, what was weird was your apparent memory loss about these things.

She was fitting you into a tight corset as you heaved for air, the heights women go for beauty. Afterwards Lily dabbed some light makeup on you using modern makeup utensils, you almost gasped out in shock, was the original authors’ story building and historical accuracy so bad.

By the time your hair and makeup was done, you finally stepped out of your room, marveling in site at the seemingly never ending corridors and gold furnished paintings. The spiraling stairs were marble and opened into the ground floor, right next to the main entrance.

Your heels dug into your ankles once you reached the bottom stairs, Lily in front of you guiding you into the dining hall and where the rest of ‘your’ family sat.

From the get-go itself you could tell that your brothers were not blood related to you, for one they looked completely different from you and your father but instead bore a striking resemblance to your stepmother.

And she was a beauty to behold, sharp jawline, angular cheeks, lips a fiery shade of red, eyes almost cat like with the way she glowered at you, long dark red hair that was pulled into a bun with a multitude of accessories and pale vampiry skin.

“Seems like our precious daughter has decided to join us for dinner,”

You smiled in response, your body automatically bowing to her in greeting. A sigh of relief left your mouth, you were grateful that atleast the body you had was working on muscle memory, mouth moving without you even noticing,

“It is a pleasure to see you again too Countess,”

The woman looked taken aback for a second, everyone paused in their movements to turn to look at you in shock. Fuck you had messed up again, the original daughter would have cursed at and threw a fit at seeing her vicious step-mother, and here you were messing up her entire story. Well, considering the fact that you’re the new owner of this body, might as well avoid your death flag as much as possible.

You took your seat opposite to your step-siblings and father, table manners drilled into the body you were habiting from a young age. The men started talking about the Count’s new business, a venture in artifacts containing magical abilities.

Yes, this world was one where people used magic, the main four families were the strongest. The Dukedom of Gojo were the Empire’s Knights, The Dukedom of Kamo came next, their families produced dark magicians, rumored to be under the Emperor’s special task force. The Dukedom of the East, the Zenins were the oldest, dating back to when the Empire wasn’t even established, they too produced strong mages, though a large part of the Empires chancellors were Zenins and last but not least was the abandoned Dukedom of the North, that was until Nanami Kento was given the position, they were tasked with protecting the empire from magical beasts.

The Empire was recently established, the old Crown was infamous for their abuse of power and taxed the commoners with hefty fines. They did not allow commoners with magic to attend the academy or pursue a career in magic. The tyrannical Emperor went as far as to secretly get rid of the peasants who did show signs of magical ability.

So the four Dukedoms came together, with the previous Duke of the North, Ryoumen Sukuna leading the coup. The old Crown fell and Ryoumen Sukuna was unanimously named as the new Emperor. Unfortunately there was still some unrest in the kingdom due to the previous king’s third son, Nanami Kento who had actively participated in the coup.

So, three years after Ryoumen Sukuna was made Emperor and the Empire started to flourish under his care, Nanami Kento left the palace walls out of his own accord and the Emperor granted him the title of Duke of the North.

That reminded you, even thought the four Dukedoms hold the most magical power, all the noble families have their own supernatural abilities. Your family, well excluding your step-family all had healing powers. In fact your ancestor was said to be a commoner who rose to the title of saintess through her healing abilities and earned a Noble title. Eventually though, her power had dwindled until your mother was only capable of healing small wounds and to this day you hadn’t showed any signs of your powers awakening.

You were brewing in your own thoughts as your brothers were talking about their expeditions and their achievements in the military, you almost wanted to roll your eyes and you cut into your food, how could a group of people be so condescending and boring at the same time. That’s when your stepmother suddenly spoke up,

“Ah we have an announcement to make,”

You looked up, glancing towards your father who proudly smiled at you,

“We have finally found you a suitor, the newly appointed Duke of the North, Nanami Kento has agreed to wed you,”

Fuck. Well there goes plan A.

Next

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Authors Note : lwk I wanted to hit a quota of 2.5k per chapter but I don’t think that possible until the drama starts sighhhhh anyways I hope you guys liked this massive lore drop before the real story starts, there’s going to be a lot of time skips and I’d like you all to remember the main focus of this story is romance and not plot hehe. Alsoooo proofread like once by me so ignore any mistakes (mention them in the comment section and I’ll change it sigh) I might venture into smut territory for this one thooo soo look out hehe but most likely last chapter cuz I’m a pussy (and a virgin)

[chiropteracupola]

the WIPs of your that most intrigue me at present are:

blood of the ash-tree (georgian vampire time!)

hornblower? animorphs?? crossover??? (eeeelaborate pls)

FotH Green Knight (let's Pearl-Poet this canon up)

and EotN fire-breather of hispania (i love all your temeraire AUs and universe expansions)

strong opening with the eternal Request for the Vampiremen. I have not written on them much of late but here is an old snippet...

Rowlandson stumbled on the stairs, his left foot catching against the carpet and tugging it askew. He winced as his leg twisted under him, aching as it often had since he had first broken it falling from a horse, some seven years before. The scar of the bullet-blow that had felled him in the first place still showed upon the opposite shoulder, but it was in his shin and his ankle that the lasting pain had made its nest. Now, in his state of half-exsanguinated exhaustion, the effort required to keep his stride was nearly too great. Rowlandson caught himself against the nearer wall of the stairwell, cursing viciously when the lightheadedness didn’t fade.

the hornblower animorphs crossover is based on the fact that it is canon in animorphs that the animorphs kids were at the battle of trafalgar (as well as agincourt, which is a whole other worm can yet to be investigated). you know who else was at trafalgar? william bush.

<This Hornblower — he is your war-prince, then?> It was an odd way of putting it, but Bush found that it could not be termed entirely incorrect. “Captain is the more commonly used word, Mr. Isthill.” The long eyestalks flicked first to him, and then to Hornblower, who was conferring with the other members of that strange party. Isthill cocked his head to one side, birdlike in his curiosity, but appeared to determine assent.

foth green knight — how could I resist merging two lovely instances of 'happily married estate-owning couple and their impulsive steadfastly honorable third from a distant court?'

It was less a chapel than a tiny shrine cut into the rock, a little alcove carved into the cliff face just far enough that a man might stand within and not feel the wind upon his face. The toppled stones around it seemed to imply it was once greater, that that sacred stillness it held had extended for paces beyond its current bounds. A man in green sat slumped at the chapel’s entrance, his head bowed over his folded hands. One waterfall of liquid birdsong, and then, with a fluttering of wings, the notes trickled away. “…Ardroy?” The man raised his head, his long hair shimmering back and forth from red-gold to green-gold in the frost-thin light. He nodded, unspeaking, sorrow written plainly across his face.

'a fire-breather of hispania' is best summarized as 'what if esca brought home a dragon egg instead of a wolf cub,' and has expanded itself delightfully into... mostly just me gently adjusting the plot to fit a dragon inside it, which is very fun.

The dragonet was a tease and a trouble from the very beginning — he hid among the ceiling beams and descended suddenly on Sasticca when she was cooking, he snuck up on Uncle Aquila’s tired old wolfhound and nipped at his tail while he slept, he made a mess of every room and sent Esca chasing after him, the atrium all a flutter of lost papers where he had been. But Marcus laughed, laughed as he had not since Isca Dumnoniorum. “You have a gladiator for a body-slave, and a dragon for a pet — there was peace and quiet in my house, once,” said Uncle Aquila ruefully, turning a draught-piece over and over in his hand. The remains of his game lay scattered across the floor, the folding table knocked down by an errant tail, and Aquilillus, his head in Esca’s lap, was presently nibbling a corner of the board. But there was merriment in his eyes — merriment that, had Marcus seen both his uncle and himself, was written in the same hand on both their faces.

[hinge]

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[princeofstride-misquotes]

[incorrectsportanimequotes]

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[vestige-nan]

The Thorn in my Side, the Pebble in my Shoe: Ch 2

Summary: The main quest line in Mannimarco’s perspective, except that he falls chaotically in love with the vestige just as much as he chaotically hates them.

Fun stuff: Once again, vestige is gender neutral and no physical features (except that they have hands) are described. 

I walked with stride and purpose, my arms poised with dignity behind my back, my chin held high, and with two corpses trailing behind me as my entourage. 

No, Molag Bal was not pleased with losing Aquilarios, but when was the lord of domination ever pleased? Content was not in the daedric prince’s nature (though, neither was it mine), so it was inevitable that any hiccup of the prince’s plan would lead him to throwing a fit. His wont for the blind lowborn was something I couldn’t understand, but I surmised it was something along the lines of dominating those who most resist him or some similar sadistic daedric madness.

I, unlike “my master”, immediately set work to finding a solution to our little lost “prophet”. By delegating all the work to Abnur Tharn.

When I reached Tharn’s quarters, I didn’t bother knocking, instead nodding to my entourage to open the double handed doors. 

With the doors swung open, I strode into the room, my boots clacking against the polished floor. “Hello, Tharn.”

Tharn exhaled, setting down an empty soulgem. He turned and bowed slightly. “Oh please, Mannimarco, do come in. It wasn’t as if I was in the middle of something.”

I brushed imaginary dust off my shoulder, “I don’t have time to play words with you, Chancellor. Did you find what I asked?”

“You mean the vestige’s soul? Yes, of course I did.” He took a soulgem off of his cluttered desk, holding it out to me. “It wasn’t as easy as you assured, in case you were wondering.”

“I wasn’t.” I said, snatching the soulgem from the imperial. I looked at it closely. It was completely ordinary and unremarkable in every way. It wasn’t especially bright, nor was it broken or bruised. It almost annoyed me in its mundanity. “I expected better from the soul that joined Aquilarios.”

“You’re lucky it hadn’t already been used in enchantments.” Tharn droned on. I rolled my eyes at his unending grousing. How did a hundred years of imperial emperors suffer his incessant whining? “Or worse, used in some spell craft. Then you would have nothing to-”

“Enough.” I silenced, and I ignored the chancellor’s furrowed brow as I released the soulgem from my grip an arm’s length away from me. Instead of clattering to the floor, it floated in the air, and magic followed my deft fingertips as I began my spell. “Shall we see what uncouth filth the “prophet” has chosen to be the savior of Nirn?”

Tharn raised a brow, but otherwise seemed unimpressed even as I split a looking glass out of magic to spy on Aquilarios’s vestige. I wouldn’t admit it, but it irked me that my exceptional talents were wasted on a human unable to appreciate brilliance. What irked me further was the picture in the looking glass.

The figure did not look uncouth and did not look like filth. Instead, a silhouette sat softly on dark grass illuminated only by moonlight and torchbugs. They were studying a diagram of the stars, periodically following them in the sky with their fingers. Their eyes were filled with wonder and reflected the dancing lights of the torchbugs around them. They weren’t particularly stunning, but it would be incorrect to say they were hideous as well.

“Ah.” Tharn droned dully. “The picturesque image of uncouth.”

I wanted to kill him.

“Well, you have your vestige.” He continued, “Not that they seem to be doing much.”

“Yes,” I looked at the image with idle boredom. Then, with a snap of my fingers, the image was gone in a waft of sick, turquois smoke. “I will have to keep a regular eye on the creature.”

“If that is all-” 

“No, that is not all.” I said, returning my hands behind my back. “I have another task for you, an errand that needs handled.”

“Lucky me...”

[raayllum]

for janaiweek, day four: princess

The first few days in the royal court are rough, for Kazi. The palace is massive and easy to get lost in, and although Queen Khessa rarely leaves her golden throne and Kazi hasn’t seen her in person yet, Her Radiance probably doesn’t exactly have a comforting presence yet either. 

For the most part, Kazi spends their time in the royal library, cataloguing and translating ancient texts into more modern day dialects. It’s a small sort of sanctuary. Which is why when the bustling of servants reaches their ears, Kazi takes notice. The whole palace seems to be in a tizzy, actually.

Eventually, Kazi overhears two of the maids in the south corridor. “The princess will be here soon—”

Lux Aurea only has one princess, who left for the border a year ago shortly after her elder sister’s coronation. She’s supposedly a talented warrior, well on her way to be their new Golden Knight. Kazi can’t help but feel a shred of curiosity. Is she as haughty as her sister is rumoured to be? 

It’s a little exciting, if Kazi is entirely honest. Which is why they don’t notice where they’re going until it’s too late, lost in the west wing — a part of the palace they’ve never been before. All the glistening hallways are beginning to look the same and empty (this might be where duller aspects of royal business are conducted) so Kazi is relieved when they spot two people down the hall.

Both wear armour, one a taller, bulkier man, the other shorter with a more elaborate headpiece even from the back. Her hand rests on the pommel of her sheathed sunforge blade.

“Excuse me,” Kazi starts, approaching with a finger raised. “Could you point me—”

“Pardon, ma’am,” the older man says grumpily, brows furrowed as both turn. “But you are interrupting an important discussion.”

It is then, looking at the woman’s marks and seeing her headpiece, that Kazi realizes they’ve just interrupted Princess Janai in a private conversation with likely one of her more experience generals. Kazi shrinks. The sting of being misgendered hardly registers, mostly because Kazi can count on one hand the amount of times it’s happened since they came out years ago. Sunfire elves have always been well adjusted when they’re paying attention. “Of course, my apologies—”

“Onan,” the princess reprimands, her tone sharp. She jerks her head towards Kazi. “Apologize.”

“What—“ Then Onan’s eyes catch on the tight, simple necklace Kazi wears around their throat, a chosen identifier for those who identify the way they do. Kazi has been wearing it since well before they cut their hair, as it’s meant to be a signal regardless of presentation. Their throat bobs as Onan eyes it now before he shuts his mouth. “My apologies. I did not see it.”

“That is alright,” Kazi says, still feeling meek, if a bit better.

“You should really be taking this up with my sister, anyway,” Princess Janai says to the general, judging by his badges. “I expect she’ll have time to see you now.”

Onan walks away and Kazi expects the princess to go with him, but she lingers, hanging back. Kazi can’t quite look her in the face.

“It took time for people to adjust to calling me princess as well,” Princess Janai reveals. “Rather than prince. A week at most.”

Kazi looks up, their eyes wide. They’d lived far enough from the capitol to assume reports that the royal family had two sons had just always been incorrect. They gulp. “Princess—”

“You deserve respect,” she says, inclining her head towards Kazi’s necklace. Her eyes are full of understanding. “Never let anyone forget that.”

Kazi nods, numbly, the princess giving them a small smile before she strides down the hallway. Kazi stares after her.

(Years later, when the princess needs a translator, Janai just looks them up and down, taking note of the necklace, and says, “I was told you were the best translator in the city.”

Kazi can tell Janai doesn’t remember them, their interaction in the hall, but that doesn’t matter. They’ll never forget.)

[mommymooze]

Blacksmith

So I had my first ask from @sloth-and-gluttony-are-my-sins, so the absolute first thing I had to do is mess it up. Tumbler, you are mean when they ask a question and then  I ask a question and it doesn’t leave the original dohickey in my mail here so I can use it to respond and then I got all confused but...the important part was someone asked and I wrote and here it is. Enjoy.  Especially Sloth&allthat. 

You first meet the students at Garreg Mach in the summer of the last classes ever held there. Your friend Anna requests your services because the regular blacksmith fell ill. You feel the need to expand your horizons. Working for your father for years, perhaps it was time to start setting up a shop of your own. What better chance than to take this job. Everything is here already except for a smith. They have plenty of horses that need shoes, weapons that need repair and new weapons to be forged.

 Getting up with the sun, you load wood and coal into the forge, regularly working the bellows to get the heat high enough to soften the hardest metals. Each blacksmith has their own tried and true methods of working and molding the metal into their desired shapes, resulting in weapons and tools to sell in markets. Your family has a history of great craftmanship, you must carry the torch.

Today you are working on fine pieces of steel that slowly will become beautiful custom daggers. The blades requested by the handsome gentleman were specifically ordered to be perfectly balanced, incredibly sharp, shiny and deadly.

Pumping the bellows a few more times, you check the glow of the metal, it is glowing brighter, soon you will be able to work on flattening the steel into shape. You pull the strap of your thick leather apron over your head, tying it behind you. Thick leather pants also protect your legs, your heavy leather boots protecting your feet from metals shards that constantly fall and cover the ground, a hazard of working with metal. Your naked hands grabbing the metal long handled tongs, reaching into the superheated forge and grabbing the brightly glowing hot steel, placing it on the anvil. You reach for your twenty pound hammer with a muscular arm that few, if any, in the monastery could compare to. Your shirt is sleeveless to allow the 100% freedom of movement necessary for your work, your arms forever glistening with sweat from the heat of the forge and materials you work with. You spend an average of 12-14 hours per day working with the metal, molding it under your power, shaping it into beautiful deadly tools.

You begin hammering the metal in a rhythmic pattern, giving a heartbeat to the marketplace. You switch hands every so often, glad that you are ambidextrous, developing the thick strong muscles on both arms evenly. It makes you chuckle-some smiths you know who have a single heavily muscled arm, the other tiny compared to the first. Not that the rest of you is underdeveloped. Your legs, stomach, back, even your neck is muscular having to constantly lift heavy pieces of metal, armor, logs, you name it.  You pick up the glowing metal with your clamps, it stretches well under your will, nice and evenly drawn out and ready to be fired again for its next hammering.

You look up in time to see a young blonde haired man. Dimitri as you recall, standing watching you work. Tossing the steel back into the forge, you turn to speak with him.

“Good morning, what can I assist you with?” You greet him as you wipe your hands on your apron, black bits of carbon staining the front.

“I was hoping you could help me with this?” The blue eyed man blushes as he produces a steel lance with the spearhead bent at a very incorrect angle.

You take the lance turning it around and look into his handsome young face. “Were you using it as a lever? Trying to get rocks out of the ground? How many of you were pushing on the handle?” You smile at him.

“Oh no, I was just sparring and, well, I guess I hit the wall and well, here we are.” His blush has crept down his cheeks and into his neck.

Turning the spear again, you find the point where the metal has given way. You move to the right, standing with your legs and knee holding the handle of the spear against your anvil, using both hands you are able to bend the spearhead back towards its original position, then toss the end into the center of your forge. Pumping the bellows a few times you turn to the owner.

The prince’s eyes are as wide as saucers, he had tried to straighten it back out himself and it would not give at all. You simply grabbed it and straightened it back in the blink of an eye.

“Well, Dimitri, what would you like me to do? Just straighten it back out? Reinforce it to make it harder to bend?” You ask as you pull out another piece of the dagger steel and begin hammering it.

“Yes! That would be wonderful if you can reinforce it some. If it would be of no trouble to you.” He looks away shyly.

“That’s what I am here for. I don’t have the fire built for it today, but I do have some welding set for tomorrow. Should be ready in the afternoon.” You answer, not missing a beat with your pounding the metal, drawing out the furthest end into the point of the blade.

Dimitri stands mesmerized as you continually strike the metal, the sweat rolling down your arm muscles then suddenly drops of sweat are flung into the air with the next strike of your hammer. Suddenly he realizes that he’s been staring at you.

“Just how heavy is that hammer?” He asks.

You hold the hammer out to him, your arm straight, the metal head close to his chest. “grab the handle just under the large metal end. It may be a bit hot if you grab the end itself. “

Dimitri takes the hammer in one hand, not expecting it to be that heavy, quickly he gets a second hand on it before he drops it completely. He grabs the handle with two hands, raising it above his head before bringing it down to waist height, then handing it back to you. “It is quite impressive that you can swing it over your head all day long.”

“You could do it too, just need practice. You are incredibly strong to be able to bend your weapons like you do.” You smile, turning back to your work.  You wave to him saying his spear will be ready tomorrow afternoon.

 After a nice lunch break you are back at work on the daggers. Fine tuning the edges calls for a smaller hammer and more finesse work. Clangity-clang! The higher pitch of the five pound hammer working the metal to a fine sharp edge.

“Hail good Blacksmith! If I may have a moment!” A cheerful voice pulls you from your concentration. You grab your tongs and place the blade in the forge for reheating.

You turn to see a Noble Gentleman whose hair color could rival the center of the forge, glowing as orange as the coals in the middle. His wide smile beckons for your attention. “Good day to you sir. How may I assist you?”

“Lady Blacksmith, if I may inquire.” Ferdinand begins, a look of awe is upon his face. He had no idea the muscles that he was admiring belonged to a woman, a very healthy, muscular woman. He coughs into his fist briefly. “In my last battle I incurred damage to my left gauntlet. As you can see the plates on the outer fingers have been bent, making it difficult to grasp my lance properly. I would pay anything if you are able to assist me with this problematic situation.”

You hold yourself back from laughing in the face of this apparently naive noble asking a woman for assistance with the grasping of his lance. You kick the anvil to keep yourself from smiling as you answer. “I would be happy to assist you with the repair of your gauntlet.” You hold the metal glove in your hands turning it and getting a gauge of the metal that was used for the plates.

“You have excellent maintenance skills. A well oiled and maintained piece such as this will last you many years. If you could give me 3 days to complete the work, I can have it back to you then, good sir.”

“Excellent. My name is Ferdinand Von Aegir. I am most pleased to make your acquaintance.” He proudly announces as he holds out his hand so that you may place yours within it for a kiss.

You shyly back away, hands behind you. “You wouldn’t want to kiss these hands right now. They’re covered in coal and oil and smell like steel and grease.”

“Another time, perhaps.” He bows. “It would be an honor to kiss the hand that makes the finest steel bend to its will.” The smile he gives outshines the sun as he bows, heading off to merge in with the crowds, long strides taking him halfway through the marketplace in a scant moment.  

The rest of the day is spent finishing the daggers, straightening the lance, and pounding the steel to the correct thickness to replace the bent portions of the damaged gauntlet. Bending the metal around rods of the correct thickness, matching that of the removed parts then finally hammering the punch to make the hole in each side, allowing the piece to be fastened to the glove and inner plate.

 The next morning is cool and the heat from the forge is most welcome. Today mostly coal is in, the fire needs to be hot hot hot to work on welding the additional metal to the spear. Tempering the daggers and gauntlet bits. Twelve new spearheads requested.

You begin with the weld, everything pristinely clean the fire exceptionally hot as you heat the spear and steel to be welded. Placing the first piece of steel on the spearhead and removing them both from the heat. Placing them on the anvil quickly and lining them up with shorter clamps, you immediately hammer the two pieces of metal together, joining them into a single piece. Now you must reheat the spear to weld more steel on the other side.

While waiting you grab the first of the three new dagger blades that are on the outer edge of the forge. The metal is heated to orange, not nearly as hot as the welded pieces. The oil in the metal tub close to the forge is warmed sufficiently and you quickly dunk the blade into the oil, swirling it in figure 8s to cool it quickly, tempering the metal and strengthening it. The flames on the oil dies down as the metal cools. You place it back in the forge, tempering the other two blades.

Now the spearhead is hot enough to weld the other side. You hammer the pieces together tossing them into the firey forge to heat to tempering.

Grabbing your waterskin you take a long drink. For being so chilly this morning, it’s gotten quite hot in the shop. You swear the pink haired girl standing close to the side of the front is just there to warm herself. Dimitri begins to walk past and notices you taking a break.

“Your lance is coming right along. I’m well on track to have it done around lunch.” You lean with an elbow on a huge log standing on end at the front of the shop.

“Wonderful. I was hoping to get in some sparring this afternoon. Not that we always practice with regular weapons, but it’s good to keep the muscles toned.” Dimitri smiles at you. He can feel the heat radiating from you even a few feet away. His eyes watch the drops of sweat dancing down between the muscles in your arms. He jolts when you speak.

“I can tell you work hard. Be proud of yourself. I’ll be here to make sure you’re well equipped.” You give him a big smile and wave as he heads off to his friends.

The daggers are ready for the next tempering, followed by the spear and gauntlet pieces. Now you pull out your files, working the edges of the metal on the spear so there are no sharp bits, making it smooth and shiny.  Only a few files are needed for the spear. The daggers however need much more work, fine tuning the angle of the blade, then having to switch to stones, finely oiled and the edges drawn out until they can cut a hair.  You almost have one dagger complete when Dimitri returns for his weapon.

You’ve polished it up, removed any burrs, smoothed the handle and sharpened the edge.

“Thank you so much, your work is magnificent.” The prince starts off well, placing his payment on the anvil, then reaching for his lance. However once his fingers brush yours, his shyness gets in the way. “Such a beautiful spear completed by a sharp...Uh..no..Sorry. I brought you a muffin.” He says grabbing the lance and stuffing a bag with a large blueberry muffin contained inside into your hands before he turns beet red and runs off.

You laugh, realizing you had not stopped for lunch yourself. Grabbing a bite to eat you finish your tasks for the day.

 The next morning you finish the gauntlet for the red haired noble, polishing the whole thing until it glows. You decide you’ll make the deliveries during lunch. The schedule is light for today and you’ve always wanted to see the students in their ‘natural environment’. You spend entirely too much time trying to knock the smithy smell off of you. Now you smell like coal, oil, iron, steel and lavender. At least your skin is more pink than black on your arms and face. Your hair is pulled back, you’re wearing a fluffy gray blouse and dark gray tight pants with leather shoes.

Most of the students are gathered in the dining hall. It isn’t hard to spot the tall young man with his glowing red hair that is just brushing his shoulders. Of course, for some reason, he has announced his own name, confirming you have found the gauntlet owner.

“Such an unexpected surprise!” Ferdinand says as he stands and bows to you. “It looks magnificent! Do you mind if I try it?”

You nod, smiling at him.

He stuffs his hand into the gauntlet, the fingers wiggling and grasping at his other hand. He looks into the gloved portion, slipping it off. “It is perfect!” the redhead announces loud enough for everyone to hear. “There is something different, there was a spot inside that somehow does not bother me at all.”

“I attached a bit of moleskin to some places that were rubbing at the base of your fingers.” You point to the area.

“Simply magnificent! Your work is perfection with every effort! Thank you! Thank you!” He says graciously as he hands a bag heavy with coins.

You look at him curiously, this was far more than you were expecting, a whole new gauntlet would have been cheaper. “Are you certain?”

“Ahh yes! It fits me like a glove!” He smiles, holding his hand out, waiting for yours.

You cautiously take his hand and he gently brings his lips to your knuckles. You find this cute and can’t help but giggle.

He laughs cheerfully as he turns and heads back to his room to retrieve the missing match for his review.

 You head out towards the classrooms, looking for Professor Byleth. As you’re walking you hear a voice approaching from the right.

“Ooooh. Looks like a lovely, gorgeous lady is about to find out this is her lucky day” A male voice schmoozes as his footsteps come closer, suddenly a deeper voice chimes in “That’s the blacksmith, idiot. She will break you like a toothpick.”

 Alone again, you enter the classroom. Byleth looks up from the desk where she was grading papers.

“Almost have your order complete for the lances. Have you seen Yuri?” You ask, holding out a box.

“He just left, I bet you can catch him if you hurry, just head towards my room, right by the sauna.” Byleth answers, giving you a wave.

 You run out heading towards the entrance to Abyss. You hope you can catch him before he heads down. Something about being underground just gives you the creeps. Like at any time the roof is going to collapse on you. You’re running and thrilled to spy him just around the next corner.

“Hey!” you call out, gasping for breath. Your job doesn’t normally call for you to run.

“Hello there, friend.” He sweetly calls back. “What brings you all the way out here?”

“Needed a change of scenery, so I thought I would make a few deliveries, here.” You say as you hand him the box.

“Oh, these are nice. I knew you would come through.” He says as he takes one of the daggers out, twirling it in his fingers. “Sharp as an eagle’s eye too.”

“It’s buy two get one free day.” You nudge his shoulder, fortunately he catches himself before you knock him completely to the ground.

“I pay fair a price. I don’t like owing anyone for anything.” Yuri frowns deeply.

“Well I heard there’s someone you know that makes a wicked fruit tart, one of those would be payment plenty.” You grin.

“That can be arranged.” Yuri smiles and winks.

[notveryglittery]

trampoline

summary: moral of the story: don’t leave patton and roman alone when they’re bored.  words: 1,779 |  ships: platonic royality & moxiety. platonic lamp.  warnings: roman and patton acting like drunk fraternity boys, panicking notes: this one was so much fun. inspired by this post from @prinxietys!! “theo-doze-a” nickname from @katatles-the-fish‘s post here!

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It was any other day in the Mindscape.

Logan was in his room, working on various schedules. Thomas had spent the last few days visiting his parents and as such, had been in full on relaxation mode. Not much had gotten done and the Sides, for the most part, hadn’t minded. Now, though, Logan felt it necessary to make up for lost time, and was making plans for the last few weeks of the month. No one blamed him for wanting to be ahead of the game and Virgil, in fact, encouraged it. They all understood that it’d help Virgil out in the long run and so even Roman and Patton had left Logan alone. His door was open, just in case, and classical music could be heard drifting down the hallway.

Virgil, meanwhile, was in the Commons. While he’d normally spend this time in his own room, listening to music or a podcast, he had decided the living room might be more comfortable today. He had taken up most of the space on the coffee table, with various adult coloring books. He preferred colored pencils but there were crayons and markers available to him as well. Roman had provided the mediums where Patton had offered the art. Instead of listening with headphones in like usual, Virgil had his music playing quietly through the speakers of his phone. Sunlight spilled into the room through the open blinds.

Patton and Roman, ever the extroverts, thought spending their time alone sounded dreadful, and as such, were in the kitchen together. They’d already baked three batches of cookies (chocolate chip, snickerdoodle, and oatmeal raisin) and were working on a double layer cake. It’d be frosted with buttercream and they’d decorate it with pink flowers and raspberries and it was going to be delicious and beautiful. Their baking spree came to a halt, however, when Roman slipped out of his long sleeved maroon henley and down to the simple tank top underneath. It’d been getting warm in the kitchen, what with the oven on for so long. Patton found himself distracted by Roman’s arms and a thought came to him quite suddenly.

“Roman,” he began slowly, setting down the piping bag he’d started to fill. “You’re strong, aren’t you?”

Roman had seemed confused for hardly a second before he was beaming at Patton, looking a perfect mix of delighted and cocky. He made it work, somehow. 

“Of course!” He boasted, flexing. Patton swooned a little. “As a Prince, I must be in order to rescue damsels in distress!” He continued to show off before Patton’s curious, yet slightly mischievous, look caught his attention.

“In that case…” Patton peeked around Roman and into the living room, where Virgil was still distracted by his coloring. He leaned in closer to Roman and whispered, rather conspiratorially, “how far do you think you could throw me?”

They tried to be careful as they snuck out the front door but their giggling caught Virgil’s attention. It might also have had something to do with the bad feeling he had suddenly in the pit of his stomach. He followed the pair outside, from a distance, and rolled his eyes at how utterly unaware they were. Virgil watched as Roman first conjured a trampoline; he couldn’t hear them debating on how far or close to put it to the house, but he got the idea after they moved it a couple times. That bad feeling intensified when Roman created a ladder next and gestured grandly for Patton to climb up it first.

Before Roman could follow, Virgil darted forward and caught him by the wrist.

 “What are you two up to?” He asked, not meaning to sound distrustful. He must’ve failed at it because Roman pulled away, looking slightly insulted.

“We’re testing my strength!” Roman defended. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about!” 

With that, he ascended the ladder after Patton, and before Virgil could follow, snapped it back out of existence.

“Roman, I swear...” Virgil muttered darkly, before bolting back into the house.

Meanwhile, Logan had closed his door and was laying down on his bed. He’d decided a break to rest his eyes would be advantageous, and was admiring the swirling galaxy that was his ceiling. It was quiet and peaceful and— 

The sound of footsteps bounding up the staircase and down the hallway pulled him from his reverie. He’d just sat up when the door slammed open, banging against the wall.

“Virgil,” Logan said, “what ever has gotten into you?”

Out of breath, Virgil gestured wildly back to where he’d come from. 

“Roman… is about to… yeet Patton… off the roof!” He was shouting, or trying to at least, while sucking in lungfuls of air. “Onto a trampoline!” He inhaled sharply one last time before approaching Logan, who’d had yet to move, and grabbing his arm. He yanked him off the bed and out of the room. “You’ve got to stop them.”

Logan stumbled after Virgil, whose grip wasn’t loosening any, and adjusted his glasses as they went. 

“I don’t know how you expect them to listen to me.” Logan sighed as Virgil led them down the steps. “You know how those two get once they’ve got an idea.”

 They continued outside and around to the back of the house. The trampoline had been relocated a few more times and they could hear Patton laughing.

Virgil finally let go of Logan and began to pace nervously.

“Roman, Patton,” Logan called, cupping his hands around his mouth. “I’d like to speak with you, please.”

“Oh great,” Roman yelled, peering over the edge of the roof. “You went and told on us?!” He shot Virgil a look of betrayal.

Patton appeared next to Roman and waved. “Hi, Logan!”

“If I recall correctly, to “yeet” is to throw an object forcefully over a long distance.”

Virgil groaned. “Yes, Logan.”

“Ten points to Ravenclaw!” Patton cheered.

“Am I to understand that you plan on throwing Patton off of the roof and onto this trampoline?”

“Yes, Logan, congratulations.” Roman said in a tone entirely too mocking given the situation.

“Have you considered how reckless and dangerous that is?”

“Aww, Lo! It’ll be okay!” Patton reassured. Virgil wanted to scream. “Roman’s super strong! And I’m the softest puffball we got!”

“Patton,” Virgil clasped his hands together as if he were begging, and honestly, he was this close. “Please do not do this.”

“We’re doing this, Theodozea!” Roman argued. “He’ll be fine! Won’t you, Patton?”

Patton nodded rapidly, glasses going slightly askew from the motion. 

“Here!” He said suddenly, pointing to the trampoline, and snapping his own fingers. A plethora of blankets and pillows appeared, covering the surface so thoroughly that it was a good thing there was a net surrounding the frame to keep them from spilling over. “Is that better?”

“Patton,” Virgil repeated, voice pitching higher, and sounding extremely distressed.

Without warning, Roman scooped Patton up into his arms. He squealed excitedly. 

“Ready, darling?” Roman asked, striding to the edge of the roof closest to where the trampoline was set up. 

“Roman!” Virgil snapped, finally having apparently reached his limit. “Roman, I swear to God, if you throw him off that roof—!”

“Honestly, you two, I fail to see how this is beneficial in any way, whatsoever.”

Roman spun in a few circles, as if trying to gain momentum, before he swung his arms out, and tossed Patton over the roof. Virgil screamed. Logan’s gasp came out strangled, as if he was properly surprised Roman had actually gone through with this ridiculous plan. Patton let out a peal of laughter, tucking his legs against his chest. He went flying through the air and Virgil felt his heart trying to beat itself out of his chest.

“Patton!!” he cried, rushing towards the trampoline. “Patton, oh my God, Patton, fuck, fuck, fuck.” His hands were shaking terribly as he watched Patton disappear into the pile of cushioning. Logan was following, face gone pale.

Before anything else could happen, Patton burst out of the nest of blankets and looked around gleefully. 

“Judges?!” He exclaimed, as if Virgil and Logan would rate his landing.

“Patton, move over!” Roman called from the roof. While he backed up to get a running start, Patton scrambled out of the middle of the trampoline and off to the side.

“Oh, for…” Logan mumbled, sounding like he was going to be sick.

“Roman, no!” Virgil’s voice cracked, hands reaching uselessly up, as if he could stop Roman from launching himself off the roof and onto the trampoline. 

Roman was stupidly graceful in his movements and Virgil was going to murder him for the unnecessary backflip, among many other things. Much like Patton, he vanished underneath the padding, before appearing again, hair an absolute disaster, and out of breath.

Roman snapped his fingers and the trampoline dematerialized. He and Patton and Patton’s pillows and blankets landed on the grass. Patton fell over, laughing himself silly.

“I hate you both,” Virgil panted. He allowed Patton to reach forward and take his hand, pulling him into the pile. 

“We aren’t friends anymore,” he insisted, “unfollowed, blocked, reported.” As he went on, he wrapped Patton tighter and tighter in his arms, until there was absolutely no chance of Patton getting away.

Roman crossed his arms, pouting. “See! He’s fine! I told you there was no need to worry!”

“You did no such thing,” Logan pointed out. 

Virgil could have mentioned that Roman did say so, before Logan had arrived, but he had no intention of standing up for Roman right about now. Logan stood out of reach so that he couldn’t be dragged into the cuddling. 

“Are you finished with all of…” He gestured to the mess, “this? I have more important things to be dealing with.”

Roman huffed. “Sure, yeah, fine, whatever.” 

He moved to join Virgil and Patton in their snuggling but Virgil pierced him with an absolutely murderous glare. Holding his hands up in surrender, he sighed in a very long-suffering sort of way. 

“I get it. Not your favorite person right now.” Still, Roman smiled sweetly at Patton as he stood. “I’ll go get those cakes ready to decorate, dearest.”

Patton nodded happily, still quite content to be enveloped in Virgil’s arms. Once the two were alone, Patton gently nudged his nose against Virgil’s neck. Virgil shuddered at the contact but held Patton all the more, as if the touch was further proof that Patton was okay, safe, alive. 

“Sorry to scare you, kiddo,” Patton apologized.

“Just promise it won’t happen again?” Virgil requested, rocking them back and forth a bit.

“I promise,” Patton agreed.

[conspiracies-and-crime]

The Jack the Ripper case

Information about the case: The Jack the Ripper murders were a series of murders that took place in London, England. Jack the Ripper went after women, specifically prostitutes. It has been over 100 years and this case is still unsolved, no one knows who this “Jack the Ripper” as though there are suspects and ideas on who it could have been. There is also a speculation on how many women were killed. Some think that it was only five murders others believe it was eleven. It is said that he was a madman without a clear motive for the murders.

Notes:

All the victims were prostitutes

Women rather than men.

Most women in the white chapel district had to turn to prostitution for survival.

Women rather than men.

Most women in the white chapel district had to turn to prostitution for survival.

Took place between 1888 &  1891

It’s been > 100 years since this case took place.

100’s of suspects.

The white chapel district is were most-all murders took place

Is known for violence and crime.

Said to not have a clear motive

Most say that he only claimed the lives of five women.

Known as the “canonical five”

Some think he claimed the lives of eleven women.

The murders were in the newspaper and the public eventually became fascinated with them.

The public became so upset that the police commissioner + the home secretary resigned from the case.

Eight possible suspects.

August 31, 1888, at 3:40 AM was when the first victim was found.

The first victim was Mary Ann Nichols’

Found by a man named, Charles Cross.

Claims he was walking along buck’s row when he noticed a bundle near the western end.

Another man, Robert Paul approached the body with Cross.

Mary Ann Nichols’ was found on her on her back with her thought slit violently and she was disembowelled.

Only dead for a half hour.

The killer could have been nearby when Paul and Cross found her.

September 8, 1888, Annie Chapman was found in 29 Hanbury street.

Chapman was discovered by John Davis, an elderly man from the building on the street.

Chapman's throat was also slit but this time her womb was taken.

Dr, George Baxter Phillips served as the divisional police surgeon at the time had thought to have knowledge by how Annie Chapman's womb had been removed.

The killer was either a doctor or had basic anatomical knowledge.

On September 27 i888 the central news agency got a letter from the alleged killer basically saying that he had been hearing that the police had caught him but he wouldn’t stop the murders but instead he would send an ear to the police as a joke. He says that he laughs when they say they are on the right track and he won’t stop until he’s caught or dead. He brags about his last murder and how he gathered some of the blood in a ginger ale bottle to write with but it thickened up too quickly for him to write with. He jokes about them thinking that he’s a doctor.

The letter wasn’t released to the public until October 1st.

People thought the letter was faked by the journalist.

On September 30th 1888 at 1:00 AM the body of Elizabeth Stride was found on Berner street by Louis Diemschutz.

This time only her throat was slit making the police to believe that Jack the Ripper was interrupted when Diemschutz approached.

This was the second victim

People question whether this was actually the doing of Jack the Ripper as her throat was cut quite hastily & didn’t have any of the other things that had happened previously.

When she was examined at 1:15 AM it was determined that by that time she had been dead for 30 minutes.

Only 45 minutes after the discovery of Stride the body of Catherine Eddowes was found Mitre Square.

This was just west of the Strider murder.

Her body was very mutilated including her face. Her uterus was removed along with her left kidney.

The body was 10-15 mins away while walking.

After Eddowes was killed he made his way back to the first murder.

East from the body of Eddowes (?) was the only solid clues for investigators and police in the case.

The clue was a piece of Catherine Eddowes apron.

Found by Alfred Long in the doorway of an apartment block nearby Goulston street.

This was east of the Eddowes murder site.

Nearby written in chalk was a message that read “The Juwes are the men that will not be blamed for nothing.”

This was a sign of the anti-Semitism that was in this specific area.

The big thing about this clue was that it was found east of the murder site.

This was in the direction of Elizabeth Stride's murder site.

The murder that was committed 45 mins prior to this.

This meaning that the killer entered an area that, at the time, was swarming with cops.

Despite this showing that the killer could easily escape places that he could have been living in the east London area.

A postcard was received by the police on October 1st and was written by someone who had been claiming to be the Murderer.

It was written in similar handwriting.

This time talking about how he wasn’t kidding and how he couldn’t finish and how there would be a double even in the paper.

No one in the public knew about this so this lead police to believe that it was the killer as he described it in detail.

On October 13, 1888, police spent a week searching people's houses in East Densworth but found nothing

October 16 a man named George Lusk had received a letter.

He was the head of the Mile End Vigilance Committee.

This was a group to help assist the police.

The letter was signed. “From Hell”

Was delivered in a box w/ half a kidney.

The kidney was believed to be Catherine Eddowes’ kidney.

This was later to be found to be a prank by a medical student meaning that some people didn’t take this seriously and it was something they would joke around with.

(~~A month later) On Nov. 9, 1888, the body of the 5th & final victim Mary Kelly was found in her bed at 13 Millers Court.

She was found by her landlords assistant who was seeking rent.

This was the most gruesome murder.

Kelly’s body was disembowelled & “virtually skinned down”

“The sight that we saw I cannot drive from my mind it looked more like a work of a devil than a man” This is what the landlord said about the state of the body.

Some people claimed that they had seen the killer.

All murders were committed on a weekend.

Killers appearance.

In between 25-35

Roughly 5`5-5`7

Stocky, fair complexion, moustache.

Seen wearing a dark overcoat & dark hat.

Looked perfectly sane, frightfully normal.

Yet capable of extreme violence and cruelty.

. . .

Sir Melville Macnaghten, the Scotland yards head of criminal investigation department in 1903, though he had a vague idea on who the killer was.

Knew that Jack the Ripper had a basic knowledge of anatomy.

Possibly a doctor.

His notes say that he had narrowed his list of suspects down to three names.

Suspects of Jack the Ripper.

Suspect #1: Montague Johnson Druitt

A barrister who may have had an uncle + a cousin that were doctors.

~ His time of death he could have been around the age of 40.

Supposedly had an interest in surgery.

Might have lived with a cousin.

Who was practising medicine close to where the murders occurred.

It also appeared that ~ a month before the first canonical murder happened his (Montague) mother went insane.

Wrote down that he too thought he was going insane.

(though most people going or that are insane don’t know they are/going insane)

In Macnaghten’s notes, it says. “From private information, I have little doubt that his own family suspected this man of being the Whitechapel murderer; it was alleged that he was sexually insane”

After the last murder, Montague disappeared

4 weeks after the last murder he was found dead.

The body was found floating in the Thames river on December 3rd 1888

Suspect #2: Michael Ostrog

Russian doctor & criminal

Been in an asylum previously for homicidal tendencies.

Macnaughten wrote in his notes that he couldn’t find a strong alibi for his whereabouts during the murders.

Wasn’t evicted because there wasn’t enough evidence linked.

Suspect #3: Aaron Kosminski

A polish & Jewish resident in Whitechapel.

Spent time in an asylum in 1889

Resided in asylums until his death in 1919

Known for his hatred toward women

Specifically prostitutes.

His description matched with the killers

Name recently was in headlines

Featured in the book, “Naming Jack the Ripper”

Russell Edwards (the author) talked about how a shawl was bought at an auction and contained his DNA proving that he was the killer.

Bought under the impression that it was found at the murder scene of Catherine Eddowes.

Edwards got help from a molecular biologist Jari Louhelainen from Liverpool John Moores University.

Seman on the shawl was linked to Kosminski.

With this discovery, people thought that the case was closed

“I’ve got the only piece of forensic evidence in the whole history of the case. I’ve spent 14 years working on it, and we have definitely solved the mystery of who Jack the Ripper was. Only non-believers that want to perpetuate the myth will doubt. This is it now -- We have unmasked him.” - Russell Edwards.

Louhelainen may have made a large mistake.

Dr. Louhelainen identified a mutated piece of DNA on both the scarf and in Eddowes relative Karen Miller.

Mutation believed to be 314.1C

Only found in 1 - 290.000

The match was incorrect it wasn’t 314.1C instead was 315.1C.

Mutation shared with > 99% of people of European descent.

Kosminskies DNA was linked using Mitochondrial DNA using a subtype that wasn’t unique.

Suspect #4: Jill the Ripper

The theory that Jack the Ripper was actually a female

~~ a hunch of inspector Abberline

When everyone was looking for a man instead of a woman would explain why the killer could slip by unnoticed.

A midwife could also have anatomical Knowledge.

Blood on her clothing wouldn’t have raised an eyebrow.

Though all eyewitness accounts pointed to a man.

Suspect #5: Prince Albert Victor Christian Edward (The royal conspiracy.)

Often scoffed at.

Prince Edward was frequent to places that the victims were found.

An activity that led him to contract syphilis which drove him to insanity

Caused him to have a child with a local woman which led the queen to demand that everyone who knows of the child to be “Taken care of.”

Some believe that the insanity spawned by syphilis drove him to commit the murders himself.

Conspiracy theorists believe that he was never discovered because royal aids assisted in covering his identity.

This theory is often called ludacris as there isn’t any evidence to back it up.

Suspect #6: Walter Sickert

Patricia Cornwell (Known for her crime novels and devoted her time to find out who the killer was) claims that Sickert was obsessed with Jack the Ripper.

This is proven true

Referenced Jack the Ripper in some of his paintings.titling one of them “Jack the Ripper's Bedroom”

Cornwell claims that one painting mirrors the body position of the fifth victim Mary Kelly.

Claims that another painting mimics the facial wounds of fourth victim Catherine Eddowes

Reports of Sickert ‘Cosplaying’ as Jack the Ripper for fun.

Cornwell debunks that Sickert was in France at the time of the murders.

Saying that he has sketches of music halls in London at the time of three killings at least.

Analysis of forensic paper expert Peter Bower who identified three of Sickert's letters and two of Jack the Ripper's letters from a handmade paper run with only 24 sheets of that paper.

The possibility of both Sickert and Jack the Ripper writing on the same paper that only has 24 sheets in existence is very unlikely.

While that is undoubtedly evidenced all of the Jack the Ripper letters are unconfirmed.

Suspect #7: Joseph Barnett

Suspicious because he actually lived with Mary Kelly.

May have lived in 10 different locations in East London.

So he knows the area well so he can navigate back streets.

Worked as a fish porter

Reported was in love with Kelly.

According to the Daily Telegraph Barnett referred to Kelly as his “wife”

She was only a roommate.

Disagreed with her life as a prostitute striving to make money to keep her off of the streets.

Saying. “Marie never went out on the streets with me”

Theorised that Barnett committed the first murders to keep her off of the street.

Which for a little bit worked.

When he lost his job Kelly went back to the streets.

Financial struggles lead to fights.

Barnett disliked her love of Gin.

When Kelly brought back two different prostitutes it stirred one final fight which Barnett found unacceptable.

The fight got violent

A window was broken.

Not too long after Barnett moved out of the house.

10 days later Mary Kelly was found dead.

He was questioned for 4 hrs but was set free.

Having lived there he would know knowledge about the house of which included how to unlock the door from the outside.

Also knew Kelly's schedule and tendencies.

Details say that she was killed in her sleep rather than by someone she invited in.

Clothes were folded by the bed “As though they were taken off in an ordinary manner.”

Was wearing a nightgown.

As a fish porter, he would have anatomical knowledge.

Because he knew Kelly other prostitutes would know him allowing him to get close enough for a “sneak attack”

One newspaper at the time stated that some of his friends called him Jack.

Matches both physical and mental descriptions of Jack the Ripper that were created by police & the FBI.

The murders stopped after Mary Kelly.

With his lover , that he was trying to keep off of the streets, now dead he had no reason to keep on killing people.

Suspect #8/Last suspect: James Maybrick

His death matched with the stop of the killings.

Died a year after the killings.

Upper-class cotton merchant

Resided in an estate called the “Battlecrease House” in Liverpool.

Some think that this is a large detail as they think that he wasn’t an upperman & was instead a local.

A wealthy cotton merchant would be able to travel on weekends.

Wouldn’t be killing in his own Locale (Local area)

A diary was found under the floorboards of Maybricks estate.

His diary is signed. “I give my name that all know of me, so history does tell, what love can do to a gentleman born. Yours Truly,

Jack the Ripper.”

The diary held intimate details of the killings.

Scientific tests prove that the diary matched the time of the Jack the Ripper killings.

The diary was discovered by a scrap metal dealer named Mike Barett.

Admitted to the diary being fabricated but then later took that back.

The details of how he got the diary are shaky.

Some say it fell into his hands from being handed down in his family others say Barrett discovering it himself or his associates discovering it and then bringing it to him.

If the diary truly was found under the floorboards of the estate than there is a very strong possibility that Maybrick is Jack the Ripper.

Following the diary, a golden pocket watch was found as potential evidence.

The pocket watch apparently has the initials of each of the five canonical victims scratched into it.

Including the phrases “I am Jack” & “J. Maybrick.

The scratches were analysed from an electron microscope and Dr. Stephen Turgoose who said that the scratches were not done in modern times.

Another Dr. named Robert Wild, in Bristol’s Universities Interface Analysis Center, suggests the scratches “could have been very, very old and were certainly not new but it was difficult to be precise”

The watch, which was displayed and discovered in a Liverpool Jewelry Shop by a college caretaker named Elbert Johnson.

Dated in 1846

Purchased for 225 Pounds. ( 294.88 US dollars.)

My Thoughts.

My thoughts on the Jack the Ripper case. Well, I personally have a fascination with unsolved mysteries, especially unsolved murder cases. This one in particular really caught my attention just in how the victims were chosen and how it has been so long and we have so many suspects but only a couple of them would actually make sense and possibly could be Jack the Ripper but there are places where the theory and reasons to suspect to the person kind of fall out or it would lead to at least a couple of loose ends or it starts to not support it as much as it could and some of the evidence isn’t the best so you can get confused about the true killer. As for the case itself, it is a sad thing that had happened but I honestly can see how it could stay a mystery for so long. With that many suspects and different evidence showing up and being debunked so often and random throughout the years. Like the instance where the shawl was bought at an auction and the molecular biologist got the wrong mutation and said that it was a rare one before finding out that he had said that it was the wrong one and it was actually a mutation that every descendant of a European has the mutation. Things like that can keep it a mystery although I think that we will probably solve it eventually seeing that we have a couple that might actually have been Jack the Killer.

This case is actually the case that really got me into crime and unsolved mysteries I find it fascinating about how we could solve it years and years after the crime had happened and ended. I honestly love the idea of studying cases whether they’re ongoing or if they have already ended and haven’t been solved. Even cases that have been solved are just fun to write my thoughts down or talk about my thoughts and theories about it.

My theories and who I think did it.

Okay, I have three different theories that I think committed all of the Jack the Ripper murders. I’m going to go from the one that I don’t think is very likely and I have very little evidence for to the one that has the most and that is more likely. Now let’s begin.

The Jill the Ripper Theory: Okay I think this one could be likely because at the time that the killings were going on (1888) women weren’t allowed to have a title of a doctor or anything of the sort. So when the first or second letter for Jack the Ripper was sent (now thinking back to it I do believe that it was the first letter sent in.) it says that they were shocked that people were actually thinking that they were a doctor. This leads me to believe that it really could have been a women at the time. Plus in 1888 it would be normal that a midwife would have blood on her clothes so she could have passed it off that she was just a midwife so she could slip in and out of crowds easily which could explain why the killer wasn’t found or spotted on the night of the double murder. It could have also thrown off the police because they were told to be looking for a man but instead they should be looking for a woman. Although there is something that is holding that piece of evidence back that it that the killer had been described by eyewitness accounts and at that time you could easily tell the difference between a man and a women as they had very different figures due to the corsets that they (women) would always wear. Being a midwife would also give her anatomical knowledge that Jack the Ripper obviously had otherwise how else would (s)he be able to disembowel his (her) victims and take out their womb the way they did.

Joseph Barnett: This one definitely has more of a chance than the Jill the Ripper theory does. Barnett actually lived with the fifth and last victim Mary Kelly. He had actually told the Daily Telegraph that she was his “wife” when in reality she was actually just a roommate that he lived with so people naturally started to say that Barnett had loved Kelly and because he disagreed with her being a prostitute people believe that he committed the first murders to scare her off of the street which actually worked for a bit. He said that “When Marie was with me she never went onto the streets.” This was because she didn’t need to because he was working as a fish porter. He was thought to be able to get around so easily because he may have lived in 10 different places in East London so, he could get around quickly because he knew his way around. Because he didn’t like that Kelly was a prostitute they often got into arguments they would also fight because he didn’t like her love of Gin. But when Joseph lost his job as fish porter Kelly went back onto the streets and continued with the prostitution. When Kelly brought two other prostitutes home Barnett didn’t think that this was acceptable so they got into a pretty big argument at this point it had gotten quite violent a window was apparently broken in the fight. After the fight, Barnett ended up leaving the house. 10 days later Kelly was found dead in her apartment. Because he lived there he would know how to unlock the door from the outside and around the house. Kelly’s clothes were also folded like they had been taken off and placed in an ordinary manner and she was in a nightgown so she was killed in her sleep because it didn’t look like she had any form of struggling like she had been killed from someone she had let inside. Right after Kelly was killed the killings had stopped as it is known. This ties in because why would he kill anyone else when the women that he loved was now dead and he had no reason to still be killing.

James Maybrick: James Maybrick is the person that is most likely to have done it. Maybrick was an upper-class cotton merchant so he only really had weekends to go out and do other stuff plus all of the murders took place on weekends which could potentially point directly toward Maybrick. Plus he was living somewhere else so it wasn’t so obvious it was him at first because he lived in a different location than the murders were happening it was kind of shrugged off because you know who would want to go somewhere else to commit a crime such as murder. He also resided with an estate called the “Battlecrease House” that was located in Liverpool. Under one of the floorboards, there was a diary found that had vivid and intimate details about each one of the murders of each one of the victims. The diary was signed with this: “I give my name that all know of me, so history do tell, what love can do to a gentleman born. Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper.”. There was a gold pocket watch that was found by a college caretaker by the name of Elbert Johnson had found it in a jewellery shop in Liverpool. He took it to a Dr. who said that the scratches in the watch weren’t from modern times the scratches read the initials of all of the victims and two phrases “I am Jack” and “J. Maybrick.”

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[ignisisthicc]

The Curse - Story of the Night Child (Part 1)

//before we get into this I have a few things to address:

1.) this is all taking place during the boys' childhoods although in coming chapters time will progress and there'll probably be a time skip somewhere I haven't really secured much of this plot yet

2.) secondly this is probably going to be updated very vERY slowly so um... I apologise but I really don't want to rush the plot and ruin it and so I'm going to take my time trying to make each part the best it can be

3.) i don't own any of these characters apart from the ocs mentioned ! (I feel like there may not be many other ocs though)

4.) I'm new to the fandom so I am aware that some things might be incorrect or some facts might be kind of vague, but there isn't a lot of detail on other characters like Ignis's past so I'm going to try my best to keep it accurate and not write about what I'm not sure of. Please be patient with me guys>•<

5.) this is my first post as you can probably see so feedback is greatly appreciated! that's all I have to say for now, so read on and let me know what you think !

***

Sunlight.

Such rich, golden radiance, casting it's glow on the people below and their beautiful city. It reflected off of the creamy stone walls and illuminated the fresh, vibrant grass, a spotlight in a forever blue sky.

A girl of perhaps twelve years stood by a window, which was purposely topped with a curved roof, as if to shield the girl from this warmth, this radiance that immediately put everyone in the Crown city in a good mood. Only a sliver of it slipped it's way into her dark chambers, the white streak luminous against the dull, granite-coloured floor. The girl, as if in a trance, held her hand out to this light, tentatively reaching her fingers out to touch it, to feel it's soft embrace.

And then it happened.

She remembered, and there she was again, reliving her past. Dancing through the city, a melodious laugh escaping her lips as she twirled in her fern green summer dress and stepped out into the sunlight.

Hot, searing pain.

Screeching, her skin feeling as if it had been set on fire, patches of mahogany red spreading like wildfire across once smooth, marble skin.

And she was back in the present, retracting her hand from the sliver of light she was about to mistakenly bask her fingers in.

She was cursed, and her curse was to never be able to set foot in the daylight ever again.

She was the night child.

***

Ignis Scientia looked up from the shoe he was tying to meet eyes with King Regis, who was approaching him and the young child he accompanied in strong, confident strides, his stance always emanating such power and regality.

Regis was a kind man - and had proven his soft heart to Ignis, looking out for him when he had no one else and when he had been orphaned from such a young age. His son, Noctis, meant a great deal to the boy, and he took especially good care of him, acting as an older brother figure and always sticking by him when he was on his own.

Noct had also lost his mother when he was very young, and Ignis, knowing the pain of no longer having a parent by one's side, immediately stepped in to look after Noctis and make sure he had company, someone who would read him bedtime stories, cook for him, and like now, tie his shoelaces, until he one day learnt how to do them himself. Although Regis had encouraged Ignis to watch over Noctis for him and try to remain close with the boy, Ignis naturally found himself doing so anyway, his caring and paternal side shining through and causing him to behave this way towards the younger child.

His majesty now stood before them, a tall man with a kind face and twinkling eyes, who greeted both young boys by their names before announcing some important news.

"I'd like you both to come with me today. There's someone for you to meet - a child around the same age as you, Ignis - who I'm sure you'll definitely get along with just fine."

At this new information, Ignis's eyes widened in curiosity, though he merely nodded, whereas his counterpart, Noct, reacted in a slightly more... informal manner on hearing the news.

"Someone our age? Who? Why do we have to meet them? Is it important?" The young child rambled, a slight whine to his tone which made the king chuckle.

"Now now, Noct," he said, ruffling the inquisitive child's hair, which elicited an annoyed sound from the young one as he shook his head to fix his hair again.

"Just come and you'll see. It's very important that you do. This person is someone who would make an excellent friend to the both of you, and they too would benefit from making friends with you both, as they are quite lonesome themselves."

Ignis was quick to catch on with what he meant by this. Regis was referring to their upbringing, the incomplete families they had that the mystery person also seemed to share. He wondered if they had anyone else, a single parent like Noct's, or if they truly were alone like himself. At this thought, Ignis felt a slight pang of pain in his chest. He knew the feeling of solitude and loneliness all too well himself, and knew that if this person also grew up the way he did, they would have known these emotions very well too.

Instead of enquiring to hear more about this anonymous child, he turned to the young prince, standing up from where he was tying his shoes earlier.

"We should listen to your father, Noct. I'm sure this person we've to meet will be a great friend to us," he told him, hoping the boy would listen the first time and not refuse his suggestion. "Besides, weren't you curious to see who they were?"

"I... guess," the child responded, though he didn't seem too convinced. "But if we go now, when will we play our game? You said you were going to show me that trick you did last time..." Noctis pouted.

"I'll show you right after," Ignis promised. "Let's just go see this person for now." Regis nodded in thanks to Ignis' interference. Being close in age with the young child, he had an easier time convincing him to follow orders that were given, though the boy was quite rebellious and made it often a difficult task. Still, this didn't mean at all that he was impolite, rather the opposite; as a prince manners were one of the first things he was taught and was made to put them straight into practise. However, he did have a bit of an attitude at times, which was all but part of his personality, though many were not particularly fond of this sassy trait.

The large corridor was silent, save for the echoing footsteps of the three who made their way to meet the anonymous person. Streaks of sunlight peeked through the arched windows, burning into the floor and walls. The young prince acquired a slight skip in his step when he noticed the pattern it made on the floor, jumping over the highlighted areas of the ground and dodging them, playing this little game with himself to make the long walk a tad bit more bearable. Regis looked over at the boy and smiled fondly, though he spoke no words. The love the king had for his only child was immeasurable, and perhaps something that the Prince would never fully understand or recognise until he himself would one day bear his own children.

Finally, the three of them reached a door towards the front of the palace, a chamber that was often considered a sort of "waiting room", if one seeked an audience with the king. Regis placed his hand firmly on the handle, though he stopped to turn to Noctis before revealing the stranger inside.

"Noct," he murmured, though his eyes were serious. "Remember to behave."

Before the offended prince could complain to his father about the statement that had just been made, the door swung open, and inside, a young girl around the same age as the young advisor sat patiently, her legs swinging from the seat she was on, and a parasol held over her head which shielded her from any possible source of light. She turned, her eyes surveying the new company she had before standing and curtseying politely, her head bowing respectfully.

"Your majesty," she spoke, her voice as soft and quiet as a mouse. "It is a pleasure to meet you both. My name is Nova Esther Lamentia. I hope we can be good friends."

The girl looked up finally, cheeks gently flushed, to see the two boys watching her wide eyed, though she was sure it was merely from curiosity. She was a strange spectacle to behold: a porcelain doll, skin as pale as snow, bandages wrapped around her arms, and the loud mark that splashed across her right cheek, a mahogany firey red, though it seemed dull now under the shade of her parasol.

Regis smiled kindly at the young girl, gently nudging Noct forward so that he would introduce himself to her.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you too," he replied, nodding to her politely. "I'm Noctis."

"The pleasure is all mine," came a voice from behind Noct, and stepping forward, the older male bowed towards Nova, his lips pulled into a soft smile. "My name is Ignis Scientia."

Though his actions were swift and formal, the boy could not ignore the sudden thudding in his ears, caused by the hot rush of his blood, and he knew straight away that they had turned pink out of embarrassment again.

Though the girl before him was a peculiar sight, he found her almost mesmerising; with her eyes as black as night, skin creamy and pale, her small rosy lips like a doll's, ebony hair that fell about her waist, which stopped just above the tufts of the ivory dress she adorned, patterned with pale pink ribbons, it's design too matching the one on her parasol. He had never seen the likes of her before, and it made him all the more inquisitive, being ever so curious as to how she had gained such scars and wounds that she had to be wrapped in bandages, and that she carried around with her this parasol when the day was so pleasant and warm. And perhaps it was so for that, to shield her from the heat, as Ignis knew and saw many who dealt with the sunlight by using the shade of a parasol.

Despite his burning curiosity and all the questions he had that he so wished to ask, a certain prince beat him to it, his curiosity also at a peak.

"Why do you have an umbrella with you, by the way?" Noct blurted out, his head tilted in confusion. "I thought they were for rainy days. And what happened to your arms? Were you hurt?"

At this, the girl's eyes widened, and she stepped back, hiding her bandaged arms behind her back.

"Noct," both the king and young advisor spoke at once, and the boy found himself shrinking away from their reprimanding voices.

"I was just asking!"

"Forgive my son," the king spoke apologetically, outstretching his hand to the girl. "He often forgets his manners."

Noctis bowed his head, pouting at the floor, though he did not defy his mistake. "I apologise for my rudeness."

Tentatively, the girl placed her small hand in the King's, allowing him to pull her to his side. She smiled shyly at Noct, shaking her head.

"It's alright," she replied. "I got these in an accident, the same way I did with my scar." She pointed to her face, although it was beyond obvious she was talking about the only visible marking on her face.

At this, Noct's lips formed a round 'o' shape, but before he could ask any further, his father interrupted with his loud, booming voice.

"Nova is without her parents just like you, young Ignis," Regis informed him, and on hearing his name the boy reattained his focus, paying attention to each and every word of the king. "I want you to both treat her kindly and with respect. She is a very gifted young girl, Noct, and has also been given a place and title in this palace that she will acquire once she is of age. For now, she lives with other family, but she will be here frequently. I shall hope you all get on."

"But of course," Ignis responded, his head bowing towards the king. Regis smiled, he knew he could trust Ignis with anything. However, he wasn't so sure if it was the same with his son, although he had some faith and knew that inside, Noct was a kind and good child.

"Then I shall leave you both to show her around. She has already seen this floor and the gardens as I have asked the maids to do so, but I trust that you may show her the rest."

Once again, the older boy nodded, and with that, Regis turned to exit the room, hesitating as he turned once again on remembering something.

"Ah, Nova," he addressed the girl, eyes serious as he held her gaze. "If there is ever a problem you are faced with, do come to me or inform the boys. We are at your aid."

At this, Nova nodded, smiling in thanks towards the king, to which he returned the action. Thus, he exited the room, leaving the three children in a slightly awkward silence.

"So," Noct spoke up, turning to the girl beside him. "What do you want to see first?"

[elenatria]

“By making Johnny Lawrence the inverted underdog, and a surprisingly likeable one, the writers of Cobra Kai have brought the franchise into a post Game of Thrones era. And by making Daniel LaRusso the bigger asshole — a Miyagi wannabe undermined by hypocrisy and self-righteousness — they’ve taken the original hero in an unexpected direction. Part of it is the social class reversal. Daniel grew up dirt poor but has done well for himself as a wealthy car dealer who can treat his family to country club outings. Johnny, for his part, has fallen out with his rich stepfather and lives hand to mouth in the shitty neighborhood of Reseda where Daniel used to live. This reversal alone pays dividends.

But aside from even that, Daniel is astonishingly judgmental. He condescends to Johnny, kicks him when he’s down, tries to ban Cobra Kai from participating in the local tournament, and launches a pathetic crusade to shut down the dojo. He does this by manipulating a business associate into doubling the rent in the strip mall where the new Cobra Kai has just opened, which shafts not only Johnny but all the other mall renters. This is a supremely asshole move, and Daniel’s wife calls him on it. But I was frankly put off by the entire LaRusso clan. Daniel’s wife sounds like she’s always talking down to people, his cousin is a useless twit, and his daughter a priss. The LaRusso home gives off a superficial Miyagi vibe, and at work Daniel has turned some of the best things Mr. Miyagi taught him into cheap gimmicks — karate chops in car commercials, and the bonsai trees he gives away free to car buyers. Daniel does revere his deceased mentor, but has little to show that he actually understands the “balance” that he lectures others (his daughter, Robby) to strive for.

It’s the Cobra Kai losers who sell the series.  Aisha is particularly well scripted, driven to take karate after being cruelly bullied by classmates over her weight. Johnny at first refuses her, on the politically incorrect wisdom that “no girls are allowed at Cobra Kai”, until Aisha proves her potential by slamming his best student on his ass and almost breaking his ribs (mostly on the strength of her fat-ass weight for which she has been relentlessly teased). She soon becomes one of the best Cobra Kai students, and certainly one of the series’ best characters.

Johnny is the true hero of Cobra Kai, in thrall to a harsh version of karate but unwilling to sink to the depths Kreese did. He has a vulnerable side, so he’s not just an asshole. His upbringing was less than kind, and his son Robby wants nothing to do with him. He’s politically incorrect (and, amusingly, a stone-age Luddite who doesn’t know what “a Facebook” is), showing hints of racism, sexism, and homophobia, while proving that in practice he’s really none of these things — as long as his students keep up. (He reminds me of Full Metal Jacket‘s Sergeant Hartmann: “I am hard, you will not like me. But I am fair. There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops, or greasers. Here you are all equally worthless.”) Miguel takes his sensei’s flaws in stride, and Johnny comes to think of him as a son.

When Daniel and Johnny faced off in the ’80s, it was cookie-cutter good vs. evil. With Miguel and Robby in the final round, there’s no such duality this time. Each is an asshole; each is likeable. And I have to give the writers credit for having Miguel take the trophy, which I didn’t expect at all. Surely Daniel’s protege would win, as Daniel always did in the films? But no: Miguel kicks the shit out of him, and in a very Cobra Kai fashion — by taking full advantage of Robby’s shoulder injury, hitting him in his wounds repeatedly with “no mercy”. A sleazy move, and yet somehow Miguel (unlike the ’80s Johnny) doesn’t come across as despicable for it.

The epilogue scores for continuing to portray Daniel in a less than flattering light. As soon as Daniel said “over my dead body”, I saw the Prince of Sanctimony again; and with the foreshadowing of what will surely be a Miyagi dojo in season 2, it’s obvious that Daniel is gearing up with more self-righteous measures against Johnny. And as if Johnny doesn’t have enough to worry about from that corner, the biggest surprise of all comes in the final frame: the return of John Kreese, who has all along been presumed dead. He strolls into Johnny’s dojo, congratulates him on his victory, and tells him they have “much to do” now that Cobra Kai is back. That sounds like a hostile takeover, and Johnny looks appalled; he’s been fighting Kreese’s ghost for years. Trapped between Daniel and the Devil, he has ugly challenges ahead of him, and season 2 has a lot to deliver on.”

If you read the whole thing, I disagree with the article saying that Cobra Kai is just a campy family drama with godawful soundtrack (WHAT???) but I agree that Daniel is portrayed as a self-righteous judgemental condescending hypocrite and that Johnny is politically incorrect  showing hints of racism, sexism, and homophobia, but in reality he’s none of those things.

Of course I’m on Johnny’s side because who doesn’t love a cynical blue-eyed golden-haired underdog with a mouth and an attitude. But I also love how much of a manipulative and sanctimonious asshole Daniel has become, and I’m enjoying every minute of his “villainy” eating pop corn. He’s so enjoyable to watch. I don’t think he’s badly written or badly played at all, and I wouldn’t want him any other way. I wouldn’t want him to be “just nice to Johnny” because where’s the fun in that, and I can’t make myself hate him because he’s just deluded about the true nature of Cobra Kai. Too stubborn to see the truth. And if it wasn’t for this ongoing feud we just wouldn’t have “Cobra Kai”, would we? 

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It's #LPPSaturday and #BlackLivesMatter ~ Let's celebrate the #Genius of #Prince 'til the world stops spinning ~ Inspiration: 8/3/83 • Love this? Join the club - literally! Help power the project (AND GET BEHIND THE SCENES ACCESS and COOL STUFF!) by joining #ClubLPP 👉 patreon.com/clublpp • From Alan Light's 'Let's Go Crazy: Prince and the Making of Purple Rain': "She plays through a chord progression once, and the rest of the five-piece band falls in behind her. They go through the cycle again, and then again. The fifth time around, you can hear a second guitar coming from somewhere offstage. On the ninth instrumental go-round, Prince strides out, wrapped tightly in a purple trench coat [that's actually incorrect, but it makes for good drama!] He plays a few fills, moves his head to the microphone as if he's about to start singing, then pulls back again. Finally, three and a half minutes into the song, he begins his vocal, reciting more than singing the first line - 'I never meant to cause you any sorrow...' The performance would yield what would soon become his signature recording and one of popular music's greatest landmarks. . When he reaches the chorus, repeating the phrase 'purple rain' six times, the crowd does not sing along. They have no idea how familiar those two words will soon become, or what impact they will turn out to have for the twenty-five-year-old man onstage in front of them. But it's almost surreal to listen to this performance now, because while this thirteen-minute version of 'Purple Rain' will later be edited , with some subtle overdubs and effects added, this very recording - the maiden voyage of the song - is clearly recognizable as the actual 'Purple Rain,' in the final form that will be burned into a generation's brain, from the vocal asides to the blistering, high-speed guitar solo to the final, shimmering piano coda. As the performance winds down, Prince says quietly to the audience, 'We love you very, very much.'" • #Prince4ever #LePetitPrince #LPPisART #TroyGuaArt #Surrealism #Photography #Sculpture #StagedPhotography #Miniatures #PopArt #ArtImitatingLifeImitatingArt • 💜 x ∞ • ➡️ ➡️ ➡️  https://troygua/le-petit-prince https://www.instagram.com/p/CEee6_6l6AX/?igshid=2pd0j0zi2u8m

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Fortune Favors The Bold

Naoto Shirogane, now twenty, is called in to the SIU to help apprehend the Phantom Thieves. Working alongside prosecutor Sae Niijima, Naoto suspects that there's more to the Phantom Thieves than some online popularity and a flashy logo. As the mystery unravels, Naoto's presence threatens the stability of Tokyo's shadowy puppeteers - and certain conspirators are desperate to keep her away from the truth. Contains spoilers for Persona 4, and for Persona 5 past July and up through the true ending.

(Read it on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10931373/chapters/24317115 )

“They’re sending her?”

The voice on the other end of the line kept talking.  With each word, the SIU director’s brows furrowed further down, and any smile he had vanished more and more.  Sighing, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, pushing down his glasses.  This was turning into a headache.  “We already have Akechi-san here.  With all due respect, sir, what do you think she could possibly do to help?”

The voice went on.  Hiroshi wanted nothing more than to hang up and pretend he’d never had this conversation.  His fingers moved from his nose to the top of his desk, drumming the hardwood.  “I understand, sir, but I really don’t think this is necessary.  We have several promising new leads, an-” More words.  More rising annoyance.  “Very well, sir.  I’ll make the arrangements myself.  She’ll have our full cooperation.”  He mashed the disconnect button and carelessly dropped his phone onto his desk, taking a moment to think about this hitch.

This was a problem.

He slowly rose from his office chair and stepped out from behind his desk, moving to his window.  Gazing out onto the bustling streets of Tokyo far below him, he mulled over his options. Saying no clearly wasn’t available.  Neither was pulling some strings to get her sent away - people higher up than him had made it very, very clear that the continued activities of the Phantom Thieves were reflecting poorly on the government.  Though his collaborators could do many things, even this was beyond their power - this was the institution they were trying to topple, after all.

There was also the obvious solution, but doing that to a world famous detective would undoubtedly only bring suspicion upon them.  Those kind of hits were planned and calculated, and using them to simply get rid of an inconvenience was overkill - and it added more evidence to a subtly growing pile, one that would eventually be impossible to hide.

Burying her in red tape and procedure was possible, but ultimately wouldn’t lead to much.  She was famous for a reason, and her connections and reputation often let her fast track most things she needed, when she was able.  She knew the system inside and out, so anything he could do could be easily overcome. Still, it was the only option he had available. Hiroshi walked back to his desk and picked up his phone, dialing in a number..  Like or it not, his true employer deserved to know what was going on.  He glanced around to make sure no one else was in his office, then he hit the connect button.  It rang twice before someone picked up.

“It’s me,” he said when the line connected.  He heaved out a small sigh, then continued speaking.  “We...may have a problem.”

---

Naoto Shirogane was a long, long way from Inaba.

She was sitting at the desk in the corporate studio apartment that was her home for the next several months.  Dossiers of the Phantom Thieves’ ‘victims’ were spread out in front of her, and her laptop was open to her left.  She was typing the occasional note as she read through them.

Every victim directly targeted by the Phantom Thieves has experienced a sudden and out-of-character ‘change of heart’.  This ‘change of heart’ appears to be an unusual form of brainwashing or mind control, compelling the victims to confess their crimes and experience a massive influx of guilt.

Her mind raced through explanations, each of them as unlikely as the last.  Kirijo tech?  Some kind of hypnotism?  Very well done blackmail?  The police were long on questions and very short on answers, or even suspects.  To call the situation ‘desperate’ would not be incorrect.

She let out a slow breath and blinked, sending a pain through her eyes as they watered over - she’d been so deep in concentration that she’d forgotten to blink for the past few minutes.  Rubbing her eyes with her hands, she saw that sign for what it was.

Ugh...I need to take a break.  I can’t overwork myself before I’ve even officially started this case.  Rise would’ve dragged me away from this hours ago.

A smile graced her lips as she pictured Rise literally dragging her chair away from her desk, then spinning her around and frowning in that adorable way she does.  With a grunt of exertion, and extra motivation from the mental image of her disappointed girlfriend, Naoto rose from her chair and stretched her body out.  The grunt made her realize just how dry her throat was, so she walked over to the small kitchen area and poured herself a glass of tap water, sipping as she thought.

Then there’s the mental shutdown cases, which differ in two ways: first, they don’t get calling cards, and second, they actually harm the victim.  Are these shutdowns perpetrated by the Phantom Thieves as well?  Do they sort their victims into two categories and merit out punishments?  Why would they attack seemingly innocent people with shutdowns and genuine criminals with calling cards?

She stopped herself from going too far down this line of thinking - it would do little good now to get so obsessed with it.  Hopefully, her first trip to the police station tomorrow would help - there, she could get more evidence, obtain more complete statements, and link up with the SIU’s own investigators.

She made a mental note to get to the station early tomorrow, partially to make a good impression and partially to avoid any media presence - she was fairly certain her arrival had gone unnoticed, but if the news found out that both Detective Princes were working on the same case...

She shook the thought from her mind.  The media was more Akechi’s thing, anyway - she had no stomach for interviews and fame.  Glancing outside her windows, she saw only the lights of the city - the sun had long since set, and Tokyo’s nightlife had come out to play.  She glanced over at her work, considering going back to it. As if on cue, her stomach grumbled, so she instead settled on calling it a night and grabbing some dinner.

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The cool night air tickled Naoto’s cheeks, and she took in the sights and sounds of Shibuya for a little while, walking up and down the shops near the station and central square.  Spotting Toranosuke Yoshida giving a speech in the station intrigued her - she knew his political career had ended in shambles years ago, but he had quite the focused crowd here in front of him.  She stopped and listened for a few minutes, his speech invigorating her more than she thought it would.

Her idle wanderings eventually brought her to a late-night beef bowl shop, which seemed as good a place as any to eat at - she didn’t make it a habit to eat out all the time, but she’d been too tired to go grocery shopping when she’d arrived.  This would tide her over for now.

She walked in and took a seat at the counter, glancing at the young man taking everyone’s orders.  He looked high school age, with short, fluffy black hair and large, round glasses.  His work outfit, she noticed, was not too far from the outfit she’d worn for the whole Midnight Stage incident - blue hat, blue shirt, dark pants...all he was missing were suspenders and a yellow tie. I hope I never have to save the world through dancing again.  At least it was easy to dance in.  And Rise said I looked good with a tie.

“What’ll it be?” She snapped out of her thoughts and glanced up - the boy was standing in front of her, ready to go. “Oh.  Uh…”  She glanced at the menu in front of her, scanning it quickly.  “I’ll have a medium beef bowl, please.” The boy nodded and scurried off, going to enter her order into the computer, but something seemed to catch him mid-stride.  He turned back to Naoto and did a small double take. Naoto know that reaction all too well.  She’d been recognized, so she gently shook her head, then looked back down at the menu.  To his credit, the boy didn’t press, so her mind wandered back to the cases.

There must be a normal explanation, but nothing I know of can make people confess in this manner, overloaded with guilt.  Given the apparent lack of one, is it worth considering the possibility of something paranormal, or am I jumping to conclusions?

Her previous experience with events lacking mundane explanations is what was guiding her right to this idea of something normal.  The Midnight Channel, Midnight Stage, and A-1 Grand Prix fighting tournament had opened her eyes to an impossible world.  The Phantom Thieves sounded like they were performing impossible feats.  No one could figure out how they were changing the hearts of their targets, just like no one could figure out where the Midnight Channel’s subjects had gone.

The similarities admittedly could just be coincidental, but Naoto knew instinctively that something wasn’t normal with this case.  The mental shutdown incidents only compounded the situation - separately, the Phantom Thieves and the mental shutdowns would’ve flown under her supernatural radar, but so close together? Something’s not right.  These confessions are too...poetic.

Justice, as she knew, was rarely so poetic in the real world. The boy brought her dinner over, carefully setting it down in front of her.  “Thanks,” she said with a gentle smile as she looked up.  The boy merely smiled in return and gave her a short bow, then stepped away to resume his job.

Naoto picked up her chopsticks and was about to dig in when a decoration atop the food caught her eye - a small magnifying glass had been drawn in a light sauce atop the egg yolk.

The addition brought a wide smile to Naoto’s lips, and she glanced up to try and find the kid’s eye.  Noticing the movement, he looked up from washing dishes, and there was a moment between them as they saw into each other. Good kid.  Perceptive, too, with the way he figured out what I’d laugh at so easily…

An image of Yu came unbidden to her mind as she started to eat.

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As she took her time getting back, her phone buzzed - a text message from Rise.

> hey u!

Smiling wide, Naoto’s fingers flew across the keyboard.

> HEY U

> im so sry nao-kun, i cant call 2nite as usual.  mr mgr is being a butt! >_<

> IT’S OK.  PLZ CALL TOMORROW IF FREE.

> ofc! i luv u, naoto-kun!

> LOVE YOU TOO

> \ (^◡^) /

Face flushed, Naoto put her phone back in her pocket and headed back to her apartment at a brisk pace.  For one, she didn’t want people to see her blushing, and for two, she had a big day tomorrow.  The Phantom Thieves were about to meet their match.

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A 12 months in the past, Chris Jones took it in stride

The ones four phrases—mouthed by using defensive lineman Chris Jones after he finished his forty-yard sprint at closing 12 months’ NFL integrate—showed to all of his supporters watching at a sports bar back in Mississippi, that sure, they did just see what they idea they’d seen.

Jones’s father, Chris Jones Sr., left work early to meet approximately a dozen different buddies who had accumulated to look at his son, the pride of Houston, Pass over., entire his integrate circuit. Of path, there without a doubt isn’t all that tons of fans to peer throughout the once a year accumulating in Indianapolis as visitors aren’t shown the important medical assessments and group interviews. Rather, they’re dealt with to an array of drills which might be both myopic—How excessive are you able to bounce? How a long way is you able to jump?—or totally inscrutable, an l. A. the punch, hand, shiver drill. But then there may be the 40-backyard dash, the defining event of the NFL’s Underclothes Olympics.

Whereas other integrate moments are overcomplicated or understimulating, the forty is neither. It is simple,Gif-in a position and uncooked. It’s an opportunity for younger football stars, stripped of the physical and symbolic separation their game usually provides, to blow everyone away. However, it’s additionally an opening to explode for all of the incorrect motives—like Vick Ballard did in 2012, stumbling out of the gates and disposing of a tripod. Even future Hall of Famers like Tom Brady and Aaron Rodgers appearance again on their runs with a twinge of regret—Brady admitting “I used to be truly sluggish again then” and Rodgers trying to label his four.Seventy-one time as #fakenews.

The Law of the truly Huge Numbers way that, in reality, foibles transpire all over Lucas Oil Stadium all through the integrate. But the Regulation of Social Media way it most effective topics if a person sees it—and stocks it—making the forty-yard stretch of white paint the maximum likely level for embarrassment at this yr’s combine. Yet, with conviction equal to a natural Regulation, we will appropriately say that no person will pinnacle Chris Jones.

On his final day on the combine, Jones desired to face out. So while his peers donned green and gray tights, he opted for black ones. He notion they’d make him appearance quicker. As he walked up to the starting line, a person hollered, “Dang Chris, where’d you get Those black tights from?” He responded, “They’re the one and handiest.” In truth, that they had come from a huge pile of swag he’d been given by way of Beneath Armour, Nike, and Adidas. “I grabbed it all,” he says. “I didn’t let something bypass with the aid of.”

As he lowered himself into his beginning stance, Jones’s important concern become taking his time and controlling his breathing earlier than triggering the reputable timer. Although Jones become acknowledged for a fast first-step in college, his teacher, Pete Bommarito, clearly said the start of the run offered Jones with the maximum troubles, for the reason that a forty-backyard-sprint stance is one of a kind than a lineman’s ordinary pre-snap pose. But over the course of a month in Miami, Jones placed inside the paintings to ideal the technique. Keen on his sleep in Starkville, Jones got up at 6 a.M. each day to be the primary one in Bommarito’s door. In Indianapolis, he even ran drills in motel hallways to live sharp. That work paid off as he sprung out of the blocks, posting the second one fastest 10-backyard cut up among shielding linemen over three hundred pounds. However that wasn’t what might earn him viral reputation.

2011 NFL Pre-Draft crew Tablets

1) INDIANAPOLIS COLTS: Despite “Superman” at QB, the Colts have been overachievers ultimate season due to accidents, finishing at 10-6 and dropping a hard one to the Jets inside the 1st spherical of the NFL playoffs. When looking at this franchise, they are all approximately outscoring their opponent. They showed that they can “plug and play” at WR with the talent they’ve proven the last few years with the emergence of Garcon, White and Collie. However, the Colts universe nevertheless revolves round Manning and also you do not preserve your Ferrari parked in the road do you? No you guard it and that’s what the Colts will do early in this draft. They still had been near the pinnacle of the league with only 17 sacks allowed on Manning in 2010 However lots in their troubles on the OL had been disguised with the aid of Manning’s uncanny capability to examine defenses and get the ball out of his palms quickly. Look for the Colts to cope with the road at pick 22 in what is amounting to a pretty deep draft within the trenches. Carimi or Castonzo could be exquisite But are not anticipated to be there for his or her choose. I suppose Tyron Smith from USC may be an awesome fit here for them as he is large at 6’5and nevertheless has room to grow his frame at 290. Rackley from Lehigh could additionally be a strong choice here too if available. The relaxation of the draft have to concentrate on the defensive side of the ball. they are plenty deep at WR, Clark isn’t always getting younger at TE But this draft isn’t always true if you need a TE so they’ll bypass here. RB will be an alternative in rounds three-4 as Brown is bordering on a bust relying at the 2011 season and Addai, at the same time as showing awesome symptoms of lifestyles remaining 12 months, just can’t remember on for production and staying healthful. With Sanders now long gone in the returned cease, the Colts need to shore up their secondary. I really like them going CB, maybe even in the first and crossing their hands that the expertise at OL holds up until their 2nd pick. They also can constantly use assist on the DL role to loose up Freeney so this is an option as nicely.

2) HOUSTON TEXANS: every person’s favorite pre-season pick out to surprise did so once more, best on the drawback as common. They began out the season strong But misplaced a few near ones along the manner to once more finish a disappointing season at 6-10. Kubiak miraculously returns, typically due to the fact the offense is his forte and isn’t the trouble. that is why owner, Bob McNair gutted the protecting staff and elected to bring in “Uncle Wade” to shore things up and transfer over to a three-four the front. There is often a studying curve with that and getting the right employees up front is a venture so do not count on large strides in 2011. But, they’ll spend the majority of this draft searching out help on that facet of the ball and they will mainly discover it in a deep DL, OLB and first rate now not wonderful CB draft. The Texans know they want to fix the secondary that’s why they went CB inside the first in 2010 However Kareem Jackson disenchanted in 12 months 1. At #eleven, Peterson, Prince, Jimmy Smith or Rasi Dowling should all be to be had and likely are proper fits to as a minimum begin improving this secondary that has to play Peyton twice a 12 months. The alternative right information for the Texans is there are a decent amount of bypass speeding OLB’s in this draft that they are able to opt for in spherical 1 or 2 in all likelihood. Cushing and Barwin should make the transition excellent But including a man like Justin Houston of Georgia, Chris Carter, Fresno or Akeem Ayers from UCLA may be a terrific match. Of direction of paramount importance is always the NG inside the three-four and some groups were looking for that player for years. That is the anchor of this defense and 330 lb. gamers that still have quick ft do not develop on trees so it could take a while to get one.

three) JACKSONVILLE JAGUARS: Forever on the recent seat, coach Jack Del Rio will need to get immediate production from this draft if he goes to stick around for a while. in this QB pushed league, it is no marvel that he has had in general subpar seasons with preceding bust Byron Leftwich and now the very average David Garrard. Should this be the 12 months the Jags appearance to in the end land a franchise QB? nicely there is a lot of intensity at that function However franchise QBs? I don’t suppose you have more than a pair that would turn out that manner But nobody in an effort to assist immediately. If they cross QB early, it tells you all you want to recognize about GM Smith’s feelings on Del Rio’s long time ability as coach. Garrard is serviceable at quality and won’t be prevailing any championships, let alone a division with Peyton Manning around any time quickly. So what is going to the Jags do? They should pass generally protection yet again in this draft with a focal point on WR as nicely. Sims-Walker turned into an enigma closing year and is most possibly now not going to be resigned after underachieving. Mike Thomas regarded true last yr But Hill, Dillard and Underwood aren’t exactly household names at WR. They need some assist right here. At pick out 16, they probable will not have a shot at inexperienced or Julio Jones within the draft unless they trade up and they have too many needs on defense to provide away alternatives. A man like Torey Smith or Tandon Doss can be a great match inside the second. On protection and in all likelihood in the 1st spherical, they may cross where the expertise runs deep at DE. Jordan or Kerrigan might be top compliments to Aaron Kampman who’s coming off a season-finishing knee harm and this may additionally disguise some of the worst secondary play within the league. If there have been a sport changing Protection on this draft, that might be the choose But sadly for the Jags, that does not exist this yr.

four) TENNESSEE TITANS: The coolest news is the Titans have the eighth select inside the draft as a praise for their disappointing 6-10 end. The awful information is they want a QB and you can argue that all 7 teams in front of them, besides perhaps Cleveland In the event that they genuinely like McCoy, also needs one. The depth at this role rings a bell in my memory of 1983 But I don’t preserve as a whole lot hope that we are searching at the next Marino, Eason, and O’Brien, extra like lots of Todd Blackledge. Out are Jeff Fisher after sixteen seasons and the controversial Vince younger, we suppose. Kerry Collins remains serviceable But isn’t the answer so Search for the Titans to peer what takes place in front of them. If a guy like Gabbert, Mallett or even Newton (new and advanced VY?) are to be had, they’ll pull the trigger to create the new face of the franchise going ahead. the next biggest need for the Titans might be shoring up their DL which has been pedestrian due to the fact “Fat Albert” became the Redskins problem. there may be a chance that Nick Fairley Ought to fall and deliver the Titans the hazard to add him to the mixture. This would be a good flow despite the fact that there are questions on his determination and choice (assume Gaines Adams from several years ago). I really like Stephen Paea as nicely right here as someone who can upload some size and strength to this DL. As for the rest of their draft, I like the Titans to recognition at the OL side of the ball with Munchak now the HC in Tennessee and if the Titans pass for a TE on this shallow function within the draft this year, it’s going to tell you what the brand new regime thinks of a longtime prospect Jared Cook.

NFC SOUTH group DRAFT desires

1) NEW ORLEANS SAINTS: The 2009 High-quality Bowl champs had a difficult year defending their crown with a rash of accidents and an getting older protection in 2010. The Saints face a few decisions inside the offseason with a number of their loose Retailers (each time we have FA once more) and so will need to focus on replacing a number of Those capacity missing parts. Further, the NFC South has unexpectedly taken flight with arguably some of the pleasant younger QBs in the game sandwiched into this division with Ryan, Freeman, Brees and whoever the Panthers in all likelihood choose with the primary choose this year need to discover help in pressuring opposing QBs. With the 24th pick, they may Leave out-out at the definitely impactful DE skills However nevertheless Could locate an impact participant to help in the five method of the competitive style DC Gregg Williams like to play. If D’quan Bowers is surely in freefall, he can’t slip beyond the Saints who will get splendid ability upside at this choose for a man who changed into arguably the top DE inside the early draft prognostications of February. The rest of the Saints draft has a whole lot extra to do with FA. they have selections to make, albeit smooth ones, on the RB function where Reggie is due a big $eleven.eight million revenue for 2011 and Thomas already a unfastened Agent after an injury-plagued 2010 put him in Sean Payton’s doghouse. Chris Ivory became out to be a extremely good find as an undrafted FA, reinforcing the idea to neglect approximately taking RBs early. both manner, he will want assist In the event that they pass on so Search for spherical three to be where the Saints cope with this need. In spherical 2, I see the Saints looking to certain up their OL where there may be respectable depth at the position. OT Bushrod and C Goodwin are unrestricted FA’s this year so they will at minimum want to add a few assist to the offensive the front to defend their funding in franchise Drew Brees. I suppose Rackley out of small-school Lehigh Could stay on the board until this select and could be a superb locate that could without problems put him inside the starting lineup proper away If they lose both guys to FA. The rest of their draft in all likelihood will focus again on the defense, specially LB and S in which Darren Sharper seem like the elderly 5 years after their Super Bowl season and Roman Harper is also a FA this yr. unfortunately this position lacks proper playmakers so the Saints likely will not discover their substitute on this draft.

2) CAROLINA PANTHERS: The Panthers have the unenviable role of being rewarded for having the worst group in 2010 with the primary select in this 12 months’s draft. This spot is constantly greater of a burden than a blessing and the economic and bust risk at this spot is greater than Jamarcus Russell’s urge for food at an all you can eat buffet. The Panthers went Clauson in spherical 2 at QB in 2010 and he become to be a can’t Pass over, prepared to play prospect coming out of Charlie Weiss’s system. This became clearly now not the case as Clausen appeared lost via his 10 begins remaining yr with three TDs and nine INTs. The question for new HC, Ron Rivera is, do you burn two top selections in consecutive years for a “franchise” QB? if you do, which one do you’re taking this 12 months with a deep magnificence However full of growth or bust ability. Rumor abound regarding them taking Newton However I just can not trust that they are critical in taking him with the primary choose. He may additionally turn out to be a terrific pro QB, But top pick out? What number of strolling, misguided, big armed QBs do we should see before we recognise that this isn’t the prototype for a prevailing QB in the NFL? My bet is finances are going to play a role in deciding this pick out right here as properly. they’ll go Dareus at DT right here or Vonn Miller at OLB given Rivera’s penchant for protection. On The alternative aspect, it could be hard to withstand a skills like AJ inexperienced or Julio Jones although it is the top pick out within the draft and WR’s normally run at around a 50% bust ratio. If green clearly is the second one coming from Calvin Johnson, are you able to pass him up with Steve Smith getting lengthy within the enamel and the want for factors on this division? I say That is the interior play here as they study what the Bucs have given Josh Freeman to work with earlier than they determine that Clausen isn’t the answer at QB. with the intention to be the first of many surprises on this year’s draft.

three) TAMPA BAY BUCCANEERS: become it the time table, did the Bucs overachieve or are they without a doubt an up and coming younger group some years far from contending? 2011 will cross a protracted manner to answering that query. at the same time as the Bucs just ignored the playoffs with a ten-6 record, they nevertheless have many regions of want and Talib brought to that trouble with his offseason antics gambling target practice together with his mother on his sister’s boyfriend. This definitely complicates things because with Ronde Barber having perhaps a year or so left, their secondary unexpectedly could be very young and beatable. As mentioned before, the way to improve the backend of the defense is to use greater stress up the front and last yr, the Bucs have been one of the worst at that notching simplest 26 sacks all season. The Bucs will move OLB right here and are said to like Houston However I assume they might not be capable of bypass on Bowers if he freefalls to their twentieth pick (reminding Bucs fans of the fall that Sapp took right into their lap before). both manner, they will Search for someone to strain the passer which is a ought to inside the NFC South. As for the relaxation of the draft, the Bucs are going to need some help at ILB in which they just do not appear to admire the work that Barrett Rudd has accomplished over time main the crew in tackles two consecutive years. he’s rather undersized and could need a large agreement this 12 months and the Bucs can be greater willing to appearance to replace him thru FA or the draft. The Bucs may also need to find a CB someplace inside the first 3 rounds and also will want to add to their suspect OL and RB function as they may lose Davin Joseph RG to FA. Cadillac Williams is a FA this 12 months and is a exceptional story and cherished in Tampa But they may want to upgrade right here as well In the event that they don’t believe that Kareem Huggins can come back from tearing up his knee. That is an vital draft for the Bucs If they have long term plans on constructing on the 2010 season and up to now Marc Dominik has been as much as the mission finding high-quality expertise inside the center rounds like Mike Williams WR inside the 4th and Cody Grimm S within the 7th.

4) ATLANTA FALCONS: The Falcons came off one of their first-rate seasons in franchise history at 13-three But a disappointing loss to eventual champions, inexperienced Bay proved that this team nevertheless has some missing parts to be determined if it’s miles going to contend for a Awesome Bowl. One component that they learned is that Roddy White by using himself isn’t enough to overcome the elite defenses. Matt Ryan needs some other weapon as Harry Douglas was no longer the solution and Tony Gonzalez is at the crease of his HOF profession. I just like the Falcons to study a speedster with their twenty-seventh choose a great deal inside the mould of a DeSean Jackson as a way to back up the defenses. I really like Titus younger, Boise Country, Randall Cobb, Kentucky or Maryland’s Torrey Smith to fill this need if nevertheless available and as a minimum certainly one of them if now not all ought to be. The Falcons also may fit to the TE position seeing that handiest Kyle Rudolph in reality initiatives as a 1st spherical talent at TE and he Should get on the field with Gonzalez in two TE units and examine a number of the intricacies of the game from one of the excellent. every other location in which the Falcons need to find assist in is the secondary. They might usually use extra assist up the front to apply strain But they have been exposed as opposed to top QB play like Aaron Rodgers in last yr’s playoffs so I would not be amazed If they went CB in the first and regarded to discover their speed WR inside the second or later. At 27 they may no longer find the likes of Patrick Peterson or Prince Amukamara at that spot But Ras-I Dowling out of Virginia could be a terrific locate and is a excessive man or woman man that’s a part of Dimitroff’s winning method considering taking up for Wealthy McKay as GM.

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