#Malika Bellamy

[potential-fate]

“That isn’t going to be an issue, remember?” Malika touched the back of his hand lightly, “Eleanora is a far better match for Roman than Kamalami ever was for our son.” 

Salem didn’t say anything to that. The deals that had fallen through when Kamalani had left Arkhelios were far less substantial than any that an agreement with the Blanchard’s would bring in. 

“He’ll even out with a woman’s touch,” Malika offered a small smug smile, and Salem swallowed the irritation he felt at that. His wife was worth her weight in gold with what she brought to the table of their marriage. He’d let her believe she brought out the best in him if she wished. 

“Besides, there are plenty of other young adults not here, if anyone says anything, simply say it’s due to his dedication to his schooling.” She added with a wave of her hand. 

“Hmph.” Salem only grumbled.

[arkhelios-gameplay]

Wanda crossed her arms. "No demons have been seen since medieval times," she said.

"I know," Malika said, handwaving all of Wanda's facts as if they were irrelevant. "Xexys, the Demon of Nightmares."

"So...?" Wanda urged Malika to continue.

"The last documented demon was Giuvine, the Demon of Wrath," Malika continued. "We know demons at times coupled with human sims. The results- you've surely read about them and seen illustrations."

"Yes," Wanda said, shuddering at the thought.

"Murders committed by these hybrids appear identical to what you described to me through Melvin's crime scene observations," Malika said, wide-eyed. She almost looked gleeful talking about the murder of her son, but Wanda chalked it down to Malika being happy to have found answers.

"I don't know, Malika," Wanda confessed. "Those hybrids lived years ago."

"Seek out your fellow witches," Malika urged her. "Investigate. They must know. Even if it isn't a demon, they should know, shouldn't they?"

Wanda paused at that. There was a witch coven for witches in Arkhelios and its neighboring islands. Wanda had gone there once. They had treated her with disdain and outright contempt for her modern taste in music, contemporary moral values, and, worst of all according to them, her career in politics. Malika practiced very mild witchcraft - hobby witchcraft, as they called it, but her character was much more in line with what these snobby witches would accept.

"You do it," Wanda said. "They would like you."

"They wouldn't accept me," Malika said. "My witchcraft abilities are the same level as that of a child." She gave Wanda a look that almost seemed to plead with her, if it was possible for a woman as proud as Malika Bellamy to ever plead anything. "I assumed you wanted Omar's murder solved," she continued. "It seemed important enough to name your child after him..."

Wanda clenched her fists. Since when do you care about Omar? You mocked his death, she wanted to question, but decided to bite her tongue and leave it. She had a point. Hunter would want her to investigate.

"I will look into it," Wanda said.

Malika gave her a small smirk. "Very well, report to me when you do. Goodnight!"

"Goodnight."

Then Malika turned and walked away, leaving Wanda's mind reeling.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios University

Roman sat quietly, leaning his back against the wooden bench and trying to breathe. He’d been to Murder Park many times over the years -he’d even proposed to Abe there. He didn’t feel this haunting chill during the day visiting the park. The harsh sunlight of the Arkhelios desert brightened the atmosphere of the park considerably. During the day, dark memories didn’t plague Roman’s mind. During the day, he sometimes brought Theo and the girls to play at the park. During the day, he could forget.

But it wasn’t possible to keep running from the past anymore. Roman’s life would never be safe until he remembered what he’d made sure to forget. Until he could remember....

He had been sitting on the hard, uncomfortable bench for what felt like hours, just waiting for something to happen. Despite his best efforts, nothing new was coming to him. Roman could vaguely remember bits and pieces of his past and some blurry scenes that he couldn’t be entirely sure that he wasn’t inventing. He was at war with himself. One part of him wanted to remember more than anything, while another desperately wanted to crawl somewhere safe and hope that this situation somehow resolved itself. Abe and the kids were in danger though.That had to be the most important thing to remember. Adrian had died because of him, but Abe was still alive. He could save Abe and their unborn child. He could save himself. All he had to do was remember.

Roman closed his eyes once more, trying to place himself in the past by focusing on the sights and sounds of the park around him. He heard the low sound of nearby traffic, something that wasn’t common seven years ago when he was a teen. There were more streetlights now as well, and the nearby Rivales factories had expanded to compete with the business of Pia’s new husband. The wind was unchanged and this bench had been a silent witness to some of Roman’s lost history, so he focused on them.

A small fleeting memory came to mind and Roman immediately latched onto it before it escaped.

He was at home in the hallway. He was trying to teleport out to see Abe, but failing. His grandparents were arguing in the kitchen. He could hear Hunter playing his guitar upstairs. He’d already tried walking out the front door, only to be stopped by what he didn’t know was a demon trap. Maybe if he was quiet, he could bolt to the front door without being seen. Maybe the trap had to be activated by someone watching the door. Maybe if he could sneak out quietly, he could break the ward and disappear to see Abe again.

Roman frowned. This wasn’t helpful. He could easily remember being scared of his family as a teen and frustrated by their endless rules about Abe. He needed to unblock the uncomfortable memories, the ones that would give him something to work with to protect his family.

He traced the scar on his right wrist absentmindedly as he often did when he was stressed. The cut had been deep enough to require stitches, but it had only been treated with magic. Roman didn’t remember receiving the scar or how it had been treated, but the faint powdery residue of a spell had clung to his skin for days afterward.

The second time his fingers trailed along the old wound, something sparked in Roman’s brain. Blood magic was powerful and deep and not easily dismissed. Even years later, that connection to magic could still be made. His scars were more than just physical damage to his body; they held the memory of the magic they were made by.

He pressed harder against a raised scar and was rewarded with a brief flash of recognition and feeling. Anger bubbled up inside of him, along with terror and helplessness. His finger dug across the raised skin of his arm and memory flooded his mind.

He was slumped over the bathtub in the familiar bathroom of the Bellamy house. He could see it now. A soft voice was speaking in hushed latin, or so he thought. His latin skills hadn’t improved a bit in the years that had passed since this memory. He did recognize the voice though. It was undeniably his mother.

Roman could feel the sharp aching of the fresh wounds on his arms. He could smell blood and feel the cool bathroom tiles beneath him. His mother was murmuring to herself, still in Latin, like she was alone in the room. She didn’t expect Roman to be awake, to be a witness to her cruelty. What spell had she been working on? What was Roman’s blood being used to do? Was any part of himself being used against his will to hurt his then boyfriend or son?

While his mind raced to remember more of this memory, it was quickly overtaken by another. Now that he had teased out a small fragment of his memory, his mind was racing to unblock his trauma and memories began snowballing down his consciousness. The dam had broken, there was no stopping the process now.

“Faster, Roman. You can do better than this.”

Roman didn’t even know what he was remembering. There he was in his dark form, long before he even realized that he had one, fighting what honestly looked like a nightmare. His face remained blank, his eyes glassy. It looked like he was in a trance and maybe he was. Maybe his mother was mind controlling him like he suspected she controlled Keiki.

But why? What good did pitting her hybrid son against a monster do her? Was she training him to attack someone for her? Was he just fodder in case her father came around, looking to start a fight? He didn’t know what he could possibly offer his mother that she didn’t already have, aside from being able to get close to Abe or Theo.

With that chilling thought, Roman felt his body grow cold in the desert night.

Was this what she did with Keiki? Was this training what his little half-sister had experienced before her body was used to presumably kill his father? If Kamalani also used Roman in this way, had he killed someone? If so, who? The thought was nauseating. How could any one who loved their child use them in this way?

“He’s not capable of what you want, Kama. Can we please reevaluate this idea?”

Roman’s heart sank hearing the familiar voice that called to his mother.

Grandma? You helped her with this?

This betrayal wasn’t surprising, but it was upsetting. Malika had endorsed several of Kamalani’s schemes, including trying to cause Abe to miscarry from sheer stress, but this was different. This was too far. Roman was being used as a puppet, his own body being used to carry out what he could only assume were terrible things.

And who do you think they were training you to kill?

Roman tried to shove the question down far enough that it would never be thought again. Where he never had to entertain the idea in his lifetime. Where he could re-lock these old memories away and blissfully forget.

They wanted Abe dead. They wanted Theo dead. They wanted Dorhack dead.

Using Roman’s body to kill Abe or Theo surely didn’t require this much practice, so Roman had to assume that he was intended to get between Dorhack and his daughter, even if it only gave her a few minutes more to escape. Maybe his body was resisting the command to kill Abe and Kamalani needed the practice controlling him before starting an attack.

The idea of him waking from a trance with Abe or Theo’s blood on his hands was so terrible he nearly threw up. He couldn’t live with himself if this plan had been put into action and he hoped for Keiki’s sake that he was wrong about her role in Omar’s death. It was a terrible thing to live with and to do it to your own child?

“It feels like forever since I’ve last seen you. How’s the family?”

Roman’s eyes flew open in an instant, hearing the familiar voice outside of his memories.

“The summons worked?” he whispered quickly, barely aware that he’d spoken the words.

“Looks that way, doesn’t it?”

Kamalani’s voice was colder than Roman remembered it. Maybe it had frozen in the darkness of the Void. Maybe she just didn’t care about hiding her true self anymore.

“Mom! You’re here! You’re actually here!”

Kamalani brought out the scared little boy in Roman, reaching instinctively for his mother, even though he knew he’d only get hurt for trying. He felt a small amount of pride that he’d been successful in summoning his mother, considering how terrible he was at both magic and latin. The pride was easily overwhelmed by a mixture of anger and fear though. Now that his mother was standing two feet in front of him in a demon trap, was he capable of following through with his plan? How could he even look at her remembering what she’d done to him?

“Roman, was this really necessary? You get yourself so worked up sometimes. I’m sure that you’ve been made aware of my daring escape from  the sovereign’s clutches by now. I have to keep a low profile; I can’t just appear every time you decide that you need a hug from Mommy.”

“How? Just how? How are you able to function, being as self-involved as you are? Do you really think that I’m standing here, looking for maternal affection? You’ve never been maternal towards me in all my life! You killed my husband! You killed my father! Why the hell would I expect love from you?”

Kamalani rolled her eyes, but still took a moment to pause.

“Your husband was an accident,” she said quietly. “It wasn’t supposed to happen that way. I miscalculated.”

She didn’t deny killing Dad. Is this the closest thing I’ll get to an admission?

“And you’re sorry about that? You apologize for nearly killing my children and forcing them to grow up without a father?”

Roman knew that his mother would never let the words “I’m sorry” ever leave her mouth, but surely some remorse might be visible in her face or body language. Instead of remorse, Kamalani looked irritated, like this confrontation was an inconvenience and not something her son was desperate for.

“You’ve been to the Void,” she sighed. “It’s not an exciting place to visit, is it? You’ve never even seen the truly deep areas. Would you want to stay in that miserably cold hellhole on a time out? I did what I had to to escape. I was being unfairly punished for something my father did.”

“I can’t imagine what it must be like to be punished for your parent’s mistake,” Roman spat. “I can’t possibly imagine what it’s like to have a parent betray you and cut you and leave you for dead! I can’t imagine how hard it is to have to explain to your children that their father’s not coming back, that I may not come back one day all because of my parent. Can you even hear yourself?”

“This is the way of our people,” Kamalani hissed back, clearly not appreciating her son’s words. “We make deals. We make compromises. If you want something then you go after it no matter the cost. And there is always a cost, Roman. Nothing in life is free. People get hurt. Do I like these facts? No, but I’ve accepted them. Sometimes getting what we want means that someone else doesn’t get their way. Accept it.”

“Accept that you’ve taken so much from me without giving me anything in return?” Roman shouted, not even caring who heard him. “Look at me, Mom! You’ve disfigured me! I had to stay in the hospital to fix everything you did to me and you never even stuck around to comfort me! To explain why I had to suffer for your sake! You stole the body of your child, which, by the way, thanks for telling me about! Do I have any more surprises you want to admit to before I run into them? Maybe an older half-sibling, since you’re apparently three hundred fucking years old?”

A curious look flashed across Kamalani’s face despite herself.

“You flatter me thinking that I’m only three hundred,” she replied smugly. “A woman never speaks about her age though. As for any potential siblings, who am I to comment on that? I left you clues to find Keiki because she needed her family. Maybe there are others who aren’t in need of your help. It’s hard to say.”

“Why didn’t you tell me or Osbert about her?” Roman demanded, only getting more frustrated by the minute. As usual, his mother was speaking to him like she would a child. “Why didn’t you take me with you? Why leave me with Grandma?”

“I think you may have noticed this, but your grandmother feels entitled to you as her heir,” Kamalani remarked dryly. “You were made to seal a contract between us, there was no way that she would have let you go, no matter what I said. Besides, your father was there too. He should have to look after you, not me. Humans love raising kids.”

There was so much Roman needed answers to, but time was running out. His mother looked like she was getting bored and he needed to kill her before she made an effort to escape.

"Oh, like you're not human, Romana?" he countered bitterly. "You're apparently a Rivales now? When were you going to tell me that? Just how human are you exactly? No wonder Dorhack's ashamed of you. A hybrid demon afraid to admit to it. You’re not one of the special demons like you pretend you are."

Something dark spread across Kamalani's features, something that Roman couldn't quite read. She paused for a moment, clearly choosing her words carefully.

"I wouldn't speculate about things you don't understand," she replied, her voice as cold as ice. Kamalani stared at her son in an inhumane way, dark and angry and hateful. Clearly Roman had struck a nerve. "Maybe your question is backwards, and instead of wondering how human I am, you should be asking how demonic the Rivales are. Your dark form is a pale, poor copy of most of theirs after all. And besides, your precious sovereign is a hybrid, not that she’d admit to it. Only the foolish care about lineages and genetic percentages. A real demon judges someone for what they can do, before they learn that lesson the hard way. Trust me, you’ll want to remember that when your little abomination gets older. Only the strongest of us survive, Roman. People may challenge him because of his impressive bloodline from Yours Truly, but if you’re not careful-”

She mimed a decapitation gesture playfully and laughed, seeing how it bothered her son.

Just do it. Do it now, before she hurts your kids. Before she says anything else that makes you want to shut Theo in a bunker to protect him for the rest of his life. She killed Adrian. She practically confessed to killing Dad. Just kill her before she hurts anyone else.

Roman reached for the knife he’d stored in his pants, still red from the animal blood he’d needed for the summoning spell. He moved as quickly as he could while his mother looked distractedly at the night sky.

This is for my kids. For Adrian and Abe and Ulyssa and everyone else my mother will hurt if I don’t stop her now.

Roman began to lunge at his mother, only noticing a critical detail far too late to change his course. The entire time he’d assumed that she was standing within the demon trap he’d summoned her to, but he hadn’t been paying enough attention. While he had been trying to recover his lost memories, the summoning spell didn’t successfully bring his mother to him. She stood next to the circle, and with one foot deceptively close to its edges, but it hadn’t summoned her.

She’d come of her own choice. She wasn’t trapped at all. She was baiting him instead of the other way around.

“How stupid do you think I am? I always knew that you’d be limited by your father’s genes, but I always hoped that you’d be something like me. Keiki at least has a father with more potential than you. Even Malika could see this. Her children were all mediocre at best, so she placed all of her hopes in you.”

Without effort, Kamalani dodged Roman’s attack and redirected his blade towards his body. Roman was still recovering from the last incisions she’d made and was far too slow to react in time. The blade twisted in his hand, grazing his arm and drawing blood. It wasn’t a deep wound, but added to the freshly healing wounds he’d already had, the pain was enough for him to double over, cradling his injured limb.

Kamalani glared at her son with what could only be described as disgust. Complete revulsion that he had come from her.

“Do you know why I killed your father?” she asked sweetly, seeing that Roman wasn’t able to continue his attack. “Because he was embarrassing. It was embarrassing to be associated with him. The more people began talking about your little abomination, the more people looked into his family. I love your grandmother, she and I have gone through a lot together, but I couldn’t endure being connected to her son. Adam at least I went easy on, since he’s easy on the eyes, but your father? The thought of him repulses me. You look so much like him, Roman, but there was always a spark within you that gave me hope that you could be at least somewhat like me. Now I can see that I was wrong. You’re weak and human and slow to learn your lesson. You’re not strong enough to be my son.”

“Why are you saying this?” Roman demanded, still cradling his wounded arm while trying to fight back tears. “You love me, I know you do! Even inside your twisted reality, you left all those clues for me. You wanted me to go to Pleasantview so you could teach me how to control my powers and we could be a family. You trusted me enough to lead me to Keiki. You and Grandma wanted me to be born for your plan to work. You need me.”

Roman could guess how pathetic he sounded to anyone observing this argument, but he didn’t care. His mother needed him; he knew this. He had to have had some value to her for her to want him to follow her to a different country. Sure, she seemed to hate his father and son, but Kamalani had always shown an interest in Roman’s life and development, even if she only did so through a third party.

“Roman, honey, go back to that Chun boy and have how ever many kids you want. Stick to your human life and forget that I exist,” Kamalani insisted, ignoring her son’s pleas. “There was a time when I thought that I could be your mother, but...I can’t. I just can’t. Tell your son to stay out of my way and we’ll be good. I’m giving you the chance to leave; you should take it.”

With those cruel words, Kamalani vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving her son bleeding on the desert sand.

“We have to do something, Gee. I don’t care what your father says. The demons are up to something again.You’re the Grim Reaper, you have to intervene.”

A tall, horned man stood next to Lukas, deity of life, trying to avoid getting involved in one of their plots again. Technically as the son of Death, Gee was the step-child of Lukas, but he’d known Life for millennia and knew better than just rush into a situation they were asking for help with. Lukas had a habit of angering demons, but Gee loved them all the same. The passing centuries would have been dull without Life’s chaos.

“I’m not sure that it’s at a level that we need to step in,” Gee replied cautiously. “Demons get bored quickly, and really, it’s up to the sovereign to reign them in. Technically, no one’s  really died or tampering with death. I don’t have the authority to get involved.”

“Look out at the garden,” Lukas insisted.

Gee was hoping that there was a reason they were standing outside of Twikkii Island’s castle that didn’t involve Lukas meddling with monarchs again. There was a reason why Lukas usually traveled in the living world in their male form. The various palace guards of different nations knew what their female form looked like from experience.

“The garden’s fine.”

Gee looked around quickly and saw the familiar pink flashing of the Void creep across rose bushes. Beside the flashing flowers, some nearby chairs were also touched by the expanding mass of pink.

“Okay, so the demons are up to something,” Gee sighed, wishing that his father had never promoted him to Grim Reaper. This would undoubtedly get messy if he intervened. “Bring it up with the Demon Sovereign. It’s her problem, not mine.”

“The royal family here was murdered, is that a coincidence?” Lukas pressed. “Seems like awfully convenient timing, considering that Void exposure killed several other people here not too long ago.”

“It’s coincidence,” Gee replied. “The explosion deaths here were all filed under terrorism and the paperwork was valid. It was their appointed time, I can’t change what is meant to be. Your role has the flexibility to interfere with the future and interact with the present. This is your department, not mine.”

Lukas smiled.

“But you have the paperwork. The time and cause of death, the murderers, everything I need to determine who to interfere with. I’ve proved that the demons are up to something, but I need your help to find out who.”

“You proved that the Void may not be functioning correctly or that demons may be exposing innocent humans to it,” Gee said, rolling his eyes. “Which, again, I can’t help you with. You know I can’t give you access to my files, what do you really want from me?”

“Don’t tell your father if I have to interfere,” they pleaded. “I promised to stay away from the demons, at least while your siblings are young, but I have to fix this. The Sovereign is up to something, I just know it and if it’s my job to preserve life and uphold balance, then surely I-”

“There aren’t any scheduled deaths in the region currently,” Gee interrupted. “If you keep it that way, I won’t tell Dad. If I get unauthorized, wrongful deaths on my desk, then you’ll be the one filling out the paperwork and explaining how it happened.”

“Of course.”

[saralynnx]

“Oriana’s big party is finally here! She needs to control her spontaneous guests, so have her serve food on the buffet. Keep an eye out for crazy guests!”

Please excuse my red pause lines and black squares. I had to take out my mods to ensure the scripted events worked properly!

[enkisstories]

Although I now had control over the Durants back, the Bellamy were still outside my control and might start fights. Looking for group activities to keep them busy with, I found this in the Durant teen’s inventory - Salem, as her teacher, would of course have known about it.

Salem: “Okay, sit down... take deep breaths... you’ll feel your mind clear quickly.”

Malika: “Are you going to drug us, Salem?!”

Salem: “To the contrary. This isn’t about in-, but exhaling. The Durant - and to a lesser degree also ourselves - need to get the chaos fumes out of their system.”

Roman (thinking): How devious! They even prepared what looks like a set table on first glance. We were to get lulled into a false security, thinking we’d dine together. But their spaghetti aren’t even fully cooked.

Note: Call to meal doesn’t work, the sims can only discard the plates here. This may be a problem with importing this neighborhood, but in the light of the family feud, Roman’s assertion makes sense.

Salem: “And now we say goodbye... Is anybody willing to shake hands? You, Hunter? Thank you! Know that you may not be able to return here anytime soon, though. I’m able to stop the senseless fading into violence, but the underlying loathing remains. We all are free to refrain from tearing each other apart on sight now, however, we haven’t miraculously become friends.”

[margindoodles2407]

more silly little rambles about my links and zeldas: full names, featuring some characters who AREN'T link or zelda :)

if you care the info is under the cut :) and if you want a challenge you can try and figure out why i named each character what i did >:) (yes you are allowed to look up certain name meanings)

Forger: Link Tarien Chidee

Goddess: Zelda Dione Gaepora

Groose: Groose Anser (boy has no middle name)

Fractal: Link Mellark Smyth (no this was not based on peeta)

Radiance: Her Highness Princess Zelda Drita Bellamy Hyrule

Orpheus: Link. He had a middle and last name but they died with his parents.

Sonata: Her Royal Majesty Princess Zelda Phoebe Minna Aroa Hyrule

Dawnbringer: Link Argus Moi

Eos: Her Royal Majesty Crown Princess Zelda Esila Calanthe Hyrule

Midna: Her Imperial Majesty Crown Princess Midna Rajani

Awakener: Link Lochlan MacIrvine

Tetra: Captain Princess Tetra Zelda Nerissa Nohansen Hyrule

Aryll: Aryll Birdie MacIrvine

Engineer: Link Daedrus Lafferty (he is embarrassed by this name)

Phantasma: Her Highness Princess Zelda Tetra Olwen MacIrvine Hyrule

Odysseus: Link Edric Telery-Mystros

Visionary: Her Royal Highness Princess Zelda Almas Melaina Hyrule

Marin: Marin Eilonwy Moeuhane

Graffiti: Link Ellis Wright

Iconography: Her Royal Highness Princess Zelda Kala Ceinwen Telery Hyrule

Ravio: Ravio Silus Ryelet

Hilda: Her Royal Highness Princess Hilda Allexa Marika Hyrule

Genesis: Link Stephess Rallet

Dawn: Her Highness Princess Zelda Amira Orabella Hyrule XLVIII (the 48th)

Somnia: Her Majesty Princess Zelda Amira Orabella Hyrule I

Paladin: Sir Link Materis Glorion

Valkyrie: Her Royal Majesty Queen Zelda Malika Bellatrix Hyrule

Lana: Lady Lana of the Moon Clan, White Sorceress

Slayer: Link Jesseran Arerris

Sealer: Her Royal Highness Princess Zelda Etheldine Hyrule

Luminary: Sir Link Alaric Inion II (so that I can keep with the official Nintendo statement saying that his name is "Link Link" without it being stupid)

Sunshine: Her Royal Majesty Princess Zelda Minerva Mnemosyne Bosphoramus Hyrule

Mipha: Her Imperial Majesty Princess Mipha Naiade Calypso do Bon

Revali: Revali the Blue

Urbosa: High Chieftainess Lady Urbosa Thema Qavaar

Daruk: Big Brother Daruk

Sidon: His Imperial Majesty King Sidon Caspian Nessus do Bon

Teba: Chief Teba the White

Tulin: Tulin the Fledgeling

Riju: High Cheiftainess Riju Dipa Thema Qavaar

Yunobo: President Yunobo of YunoboCo

@whyoneartheven in case you're interested

[fanfics4all]

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Emma Kurtzman

Jesus Adams-Fosters

Jude Adams-Foster ❤️

Lucy 'Lou' Chan ❤️

Mariana Adams-Foster

Mat Tan

Wyatt ❤️

The Walking Dead:

Aaron

Abraham Ford

Andra

Beth Greene ❤️

Carl Grimes ❤️

Carol Peletier

Daryl Dixon ❤️

Enid

Eugene Porter

Glenn Rhee ❤️

Jesus

Maggie Greene

Michonne

Negan ❤️

Rick Grimes

Rosita Espinosa

Sasha Williams

Shane Walsh

Tara Chambler

[zorilita]

Working on more banners for the table. All this time I've only shown Faux Facts and Ah Heck!! on the advertising which is silly since my company is named after Zori. Also, I've redesigned the girl's costumes as most girl's properties no longer show much of any skin so shorts and skirts now.

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

M Pt 1

Ma Rainey Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom | Mabel Wisbech Year of the Rabbit | Macy Vaughn Charmed Reboot | Maddie Bishop Siren | Madeleine Dumas Death in Paradise | Madge Shelton Anne Boelyn | Madi Black Sails | Mae Morton The Photograph | Mae Turner Jurassic World: Camp Cretacious | Maggie Baptiste Stitchers | Maggie Pierce Grey’s Anatomy | 

Mahandra McGinty Wonderfalls | Makkari The Eternals | Malika Williams Good Trouble | Mama Morton Chicago | Mania Kiss Me First | Margaret of Anjou The Hollow Crown | Margot Rivers Get Even | Maria Trick ‘R Treat | Maria Elkman Children of the Corn III: Urban Harvest | Mariah Dillard Luke Cage | Mariana The Howling 2: Your Sister is a Werewolf

Marie Laveau AHS Coven | Marie Owens Twenties | Marienne Bellamy You | Marina Thompson Bridgerton | Marisa Golding Rainbow High | Marlene The Last of Us | Martha Jones Dr. Who | Marti Jason’s Lyric | Mary Pop’N Music | Mary Cratchit A Christmas Carol | Master Raven Tekken | Matar Kubileya Leader The Expanse | Matty Mereaux Eve’s Bayou |

Maude Happily | Maura Lee Karupt The Doom Patrol | Maureen Parker The Proud Family | Max Black Sails | Maxine Gibson Batman Beyond | Maxine Robinson Daytime Divas | Maxine Shaw Living Single | May Day A View to Kill | Maya Craig of the Creek | Maya Master of None | 

Maya Abeola Maya and the Rising Dark Series | Maya Lewis (Mama Pope) Scandal | Maya Wilkes Girlfriends | Mazikeen Lucifer | Meeka (Princess Meeka) Coming 2 America | Meg Motherland BBC | Meg Murry A Wrinkle in Time | Megan Evers The Haunted Mansion | Megan Gandlym Star VS The Forces of Evil | Mel Nowhere | Mel Medarda Arcane League of Legends | 

Melanie The Girl with All the Gifts | Melody Valentine Riverdale | Melusi Rainbow Six Seize | Mercedes Jones Glee | Mercedes Woodbine P Valley | Merida Brave |

M Pt 2

[forbescaroline]

Hi! Im a big fan of teen drama type shows but sadly alot of them lack diversity though that changing. Do you think you could tell me those type of shows with black leads/supporting. Thank you!

sure!

black lightning (pretty much the entire cast is black)

elite (nadia, omar, lu, samuel, etc are poc)

good trouble (mariana, gael and alice are poc, malika is black)

how to get away with murder (annalise, michaela, wes and nate are black)

on my block (pretty much the whole cast is poc)

runaways (alex and his family is black, nico and her family are poc)

the 100 (raven and bellamy are poc)

the bold type (kat is biracial, alex and oliver are black)

the flash (iris is black)

[potential-fate]

Salem glanced to where she’d nodded towards. The Helios boy was over there with the blonde who worked at the record shop. Salem knew of him. After all, he’d offered the boy the job, by proxy of course. He owned the store. Salem had started making a habit of knowing who lived in his town, and the boy was an outsider. One that the Helios boy had brought back from school. 

Malika, as always, was correct. Salem had quickly learned that the boy was also who Roman had started a fight in the dorms. Juvenile behaviour that only proved Salem’s point more. 

“He should be able to control himself better than that anyways.” Salem grit his teeth at the thought, “he can’t continue causing issues over a silly high school crush.” 

Malika only hummed. “Young children in love are volatile, my love. Prone to bad decisions.” 

Salem grimaced, “He’ll end up like his father if we don’t steer him differently.”

[potential-fate]

Salem seethed in silence in their seats in the pew of the tiny church. Under other circumstances, he’d actually think of expanding the small building. The town could use a stronger religious presence, but currently that was the least of his frustrations. Instead, he was at one of the more talked about events of the year in their tiny home, and his chosen heir couldn’t be bothered to show up. 

“My love,” Malika sat next to him, her face a proper impassive facade, “You’re frowning again.” 

Salem schooled his own expression to match hers.  

“It’s embarrassing Malika,” Salem bit out, “He’s the heir to our family legacy. We’re the most well-known people in town. The Rivales family comes in a close second or third. He should be here, whether or not he and Pia get along. He received an invitation. We’re here. Everyone is here.” 

The boy was getting unruly. Sending him off to college should have been helpful to their business prepositions and political leanings, but had the unintended effect of giving Roman far too much freedom. Salem was beginning to regret allowing him to go off to the university.  

“I know.” She looked back at Salem, then glanced over at the other side of the aisle, “But better for him to not be here than to cause a scene.”

[arkhelios-gameplay]

"Yes, what is it?" Wanda asked.

[arkhelios-gameplay]

Umar's small fingers grasped at the air. Hunter lended his son one of his fingers, which he grabbed and clenched into his baby fist. He grinned. "Ouch, Umar, you're too strong," he said playfully.

Malika couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I still can't believe you named him Umar," she muttered under her breath, loud enough for them to hear.

Wanda shot Malika a reproachful look. "Hunter wanted to honor him," she said softly.

"Honoring a son who was never any good," Malika scoffed. "Always grieving for that floozy of an ex-wife of his. And look where that got him—found dead in the desert with her."

Wanda cradled Umar protectively. "He was still your son, Malika," she said.

"And my brother," Hunter added. "It's a simple way to keep his memory alive."

[arkhelios-gameplay]

"It was a demon," Malika said.

"What?"

"A demon killed Omar and Kamalani," Malika said, hands on her hips, looking completely confident in her answer. "A demon-sim hybrid, specifically."

Wanda blinked, starting to wonder if she had fallen asleep while reading and this was some absurd dream. "What...? How?"

"I did some reading," Malika said. "The only supernatural creature that could inflict wounds similar to that of a werewolf is a demon."

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios University

“Just what do you think you’re doing here? Your mother told me that you’d go through my phone, but I didn’t believe her. I thought that I’d raised you better than that. It’s that Chun boy. Ever since he purposely got pregnant to trap you, all you’ve been doing is catering to his whims. The baby isn’t in your tarot readings; it’s probably someone else’s. I don’t know why you keep insisting on-”

“Mal, it’s far too late for your lectures. You agreed about what needs to be done. We can’t allow this to continue!”

Roman blinked, hoping that the scene before him was wrong. He remembered sitting on a park bench in Murder Park, waiting to hear if Abe was about to die like the message on his grandmother’s phone had warned him.

“What are you- Abe isn’t really hurt, is he? This is a trap.”

No no no no I’m not here again. I’m not seeing this again. I don’t want to remember!

Roman could feel himself removed from the scene in front of him. He wasn’t actually the teen sitting on the bench waiting to be betrayed. He had suppressed this night in his memories for years. He wouldn’t relive this-he couldn’t.

“For now,” Kamalani said, the familiar words ringing in Roman’s ears. “But his turn is next, don’t worry. You’ll be together again soon enough.”

“Kama! That’s enough! You’re not killing my grandson!

“Why are you doing thi-”

An echoing bang cut through the air, and Roman collapsed on the ground, slumped not too far from where Abraham’s body had been found.

“Oh my god, you actually did it! Kama, that’s your son! How could you? It was supposed to be his arm!”

“We planned for this, don’t be ridiculous,” Kamalani snapped quickly.

Roman watched himself stare at the blood on his hands, unable to process what had just happened. He could remember being that young and horrified and convinced that he was about to die. All the time he spent repressing his memories of this night were for nothing. He could still remember the metallic smell of his blood as it spread across his chest. He could feel the burning pain tearing through his chest all over again. He wanted to forget this night more than anything in the world, but someone or something refused to let him.

“Roman! Keep breathing! I’m here!”

Malika sounded lost and panicked, hovering over her grandson’s body with remorse. Kamalani on the other hand was beginning to lose her patience.

“It was a clean shot. If you call Adam now, Roman should be fine. He’ll never disobey us in the future and this will bring both fear and sympathy from the other families. The trauma will either keep Roman from remembering our parts in this scheme, or if it doesn’t, he’ll rightfully be more afraid of what we are capable of and obey us. “

Roman could feel the blood pool around him on the ground. It had been so long ago, but watching the image of his past suffering had thoughts, feelings and horror come flooding back into his mind. He couldn’t be here, watching himself bleed out, hoping that Abe would somehow save him..

“Please, I don’t want to be here anymore!” Roman cried out out loud, hoping that someone, somewhere would hear him and free him from the torment of these memories. He didn’t think that his school books had mentioned that a hell existed, but if did, this was surely where he was.

“Please!”

From behind Kamalani, a glimmer of hope appeared out of nowhere. Some kind of sigil spread across the sky, calling to Roman. He didn’t need any more encouragement; he started running towards it the instant it stabilized. He didn’t even care where it led, as long it led him away from this memory.

Roman heard the crash of waves first, followed by the familiar smell of salt air. He recognized the place instantly. This was Adrian’s estate. Why would he be here of all places?

A familiar man sat on the shore, watching the waves roll up and then gently retreat back into the ocean.

“Adrian?”

Roman assumed that this was another memory or some trick being played on him by his mother. He stood, waiting for some horrible specter of their life together to begin playing to torment him, but none came.

“Roman? What are you doing here?”

“You can see me?” Roman asked incredulously. “No one’s been able to see me before.”

“A man as handsome as you? I doubt it. No one can miss you.”

Roman felt a tingle of pride at the compliment but was afraid to trust this specter of his dead husband. His mother could be making him seeing whatever she wanted to if she were behind this.

“You’ve lost the beard, I see,” Adrian continued. “Too bad, I really liked it. I really liked all of you actually, not that you could ever see that.”

Roman frowned. He didn’t remember this from any moment in his life and he’d shaved his beard off after Adrian had died, or so he’d thought. Was this really a memory or was this place somewhere different from before? Did that sigil he ran through have something to do with this?

“Are you...real?” Roman asked, completely dumbfounded. “Do you know me? I talk to you in my dreams sometimes, but this feels different. Is that really you, Adrian? Is this the afterlife? Am I dead?”

Adrian chuckled at the questions and pat the sand beside him to in invite Roman to sit.

“Sit down,” he laughed. “We’ll figure it out together.”