#Samoan storm

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TW// Hospitalization, life threatening illness etc.

Sending love and positive vibes to Roman's cousin Afa Jr aka Manu/Samoan Storm (38 years old).

The GoFundMe below states "He is currently fighting for his life at the moment. Afa was rushed to the hospital on Saturday, September 23rd finding out that he has a severe and unexpected complex cardiac issue. He went through many tests and major cardiac procedures."

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Afa Jr. 👑☝🏾

#Repost @samoanstorm

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From Summerslam 93 in Michigan to Today! Always a pleasure @realtitosantana

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The Fatus 👑☝🏾🤙🏾

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Zilla Fatu watching Night of Champions 2023 👑☝🏾

(From @zillafatu's Instagram story)

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The current card for the debut episode of AEW Collision this Saturday!

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Cinematography. (This Is Cinema ~ Roman’s Part)

Roman Reigns x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; Rough sex, p0rngraphy, oral (m&f receiving), slight spit kink, and other nausty (ikyk) thingsssss..

“Already having made an absolute masterpiece with Mr. Jey Uso, you didn’t think you’d be stepping to the so called “Tribal Chief” so soon. But he put himself next in line and you weren’t mad at it.

A/N: This has been the most requested in my inbox and I have been dying to continue this story/series for you all. Here’s the first part of this series. Thanks for the support on my last Roman fic, what a warm welcome back 🥰🥰. More coming soon, I got a lot of ideas brewing up. AND MY HUSBAND IS BACK, TURN UP BITCHHHHHH 😝😝!!

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It has been about two weeks since your last adult video dropped and it was the talk of the town. Scratch that, it’s talk of the whole world at this point. You filmed with a member of the hottest porn group there is, Mr. Jey Uso, and he most definitely rocked your world. As that video did your bank account.

The video reached 1 million views in just an hour and over the course of two weeks it was at 205 million views. Those numbers meant shopping sprees and palm trees. But, also trips to the masseuse, cause Jey did not play no games with you. He wore you out to the point where your management thought it was best to put you on an “injury reserve” list.

Yeah… it was that bad and honestly unnecessary.

But, good at the same time. Jey made you feel things you haven’t felt in a long time. What you didn’t know was a storm was brewing and headed straight for Casa Y/N.

As you stood in your kitchen making yourself some shrimp alfredo pasta with your teacup poodle, Rex, by your side being your little sous chef. The doorbell rang. Rex instantly began barking and running to the front door, trying his best to be your guard dog.

“Rex, calm your little ass down.” You yelled as turned the stove off and moved the pan of pasta to the side, wiped your hands and headed to the front door. You had no clue as to who was at the door, you weren’t expecting any company. Maybe it was a package, as your online spending habits always seem to leave your mind the second you purchased something. Or maybe fan mail, as you tend to get a lot of those from random men wanting to marry you.

“Rex back up from this door and stop all that barking please.” Rex sat quietly and tilted his head curiously to the side as you opened the huge door. You were surprised to see manager, Vanessa, standing at the door with a big grin on her face. As you opened the door even more, your breath completely stopped and your heart skipped a beat. Stood next to Vanessa was a 6’ 3, tatted, tan, and muscular Samoan with the face of a Greek god.

Your mouth stood agape as you admired his innate beauty, glaring at you with that smirk… that smirk that possessed all the women he’d ever worked with. Made them shrivel in their panties, made them wet for days, and made them absolutely numb to his body and his body only.

Roman Motherfuckin’ Reigns.

The leader of this adult film group aka “The Bloodline”, stood at your front door, with your manager. You couldn’t believe it!! Roman only had 8 videos up… 8 videos!! He’s only ever worked with 5 women in his entire pornstar career and they were quite the professionals. But now he stands at your door, which you could only guess what that means.

“Earth to Y/N, yoohoo. Y/N!!” You snapped back into reality as Vanessa began clapping her hands in your face. “Vanessa, where I’m from clapping your hands in someone’s face means you wanna fight. So, let’s not do that again. Got it?!” Vanessa looked taken aback as Roman just laughed with that dreamy chuckle of his.

“She is really feisty Nessa, just like you said, I like that.. a lot.” Roman whispered that last part into your ear so sensually that it made you want to take your phone and make this tape right here at the front door. But you remained professional as you knew Roman didn’t mess with little fan girls. He only worked with confident women who are professional and know what they want out of him.

And boy oh boy, you knew exactly what you wanted from him.

“Well let’s not waste any time with the long introductions. Y/N, Roman. Roman, Y/N. Shake hands and let’s get this party started.” Vanessa waltzed her way right into your home and picking up Rex in the process as she then said, “Ooo, is that alfredo I smell girl?!” You both watched as Nessa helped herself into the kitchen to feast on the meal you prepared for yourself.

“Your manager is really something, but she’s definitely a smart one and knows what she’s doing with you.” You faced Roman as you just gazed into his chocolate brown eyes as he did to yours. “Yeah that’s my girl. Why don’t you come in and have a seat?!” Roman removes your hand from the door, lets himself in and shut the door behind him. He then immediately picks you up and flings you over his shoulder. You gasped and begin giggling uncontrollably.

He gives a firm smack to your ass and heads his way into the kitchen.

“Oh, imma have fun with you baby.”

You bit your lip as you let Roman navigate his way through your home by following the smell of the pasta which would lead to where Vanessa stood chowing down per usual.

“Okay Groot, put my girl down. She’s on the injury reserve list and I can’t afford to have her down for another week.” You mentally curse out Nessa for mentioning this stupid injury reserve thing in front of Roman. He sets you down and takes a seat on the barstool across from Vanessa on the kitchen island.

“How did you get injured?!” He stares at you with curiosity in his eyes as you weren’t bandaged up, nor needing any sort of crutches or wheelchair. You played with your nails as you looked around the room trying to avoid eye contact with him. “Welllll… it’s kind of a long story. See what-.”

“Oh my god, she’s taking too long. Her last porno with your cousin, Jey. Messed. Her. Up. She’s been done up ever since.” Roman’s eyes moved from Vanessa’s to yours. You shut them not even daring to look back at him.

“Oh please, when I’m done with her she’ll be on that list for months. Why do you think I’ve only worked with 5 women my whole career?! Cause I broke em’ down, claiming they could take it but always proved me wrong. With you though… I know it’ll be different.”

Roman said that as he stood behind you massaging your ass with one hand and massaging your neck with the other. Roman’s massive hand travels from the back of your neck to the front of it as he choked you out. His hand on your lower half took the same route to your front, rubbing your pussy through your shorts. His pillow soft lips laid kisses all over your face, but grazing your lips every time you thought he was gonna go in for a kiss.

You completely crumbled. Cupping your entire clothed mound in his hand, massaging and torturing you. Making you squirm for his viewing pleasure. You lose your breath and awareness of your surroundings as he begins rubbing you out harder and enforcing a rougher choke around your neck.

“Ummmm, get your hands off my girl. You ain’t sign this contract yet.” Vanessa said with a mouthful of pasta, throwing the contract down in front of you both.

“Yeah you’re right. Can’t fuck the shit out of her without this little deal we curated.” Roman released you from the shackles of his hands and you felt like you could finally breathe again.

“Wait, what deal?!” You stared at your manager trying to regain your breath, as she continued to slurp down the pasta.

“Wellll… you see, what had happened wasss.” You looked at Vanessa in utter disbelief as she was out her making “deals” without your approval.

“Ah she’s taking too long.” Roman began to speak on Vanessa’s behalf. “We have curated a little deal princess, where we will have a committed “porn” relationship. Basically committing to film with each other, and each other only for a period of time. But as of right now, we’re doing a little tester. Seeing if we have the chemistry before we go lighting any sparks here.”

You stood giggling not minding the sound of this little “deal”. But you can’t help but notice that Roman’s come flocking after your tape with Jey and you’ve heard about the slight competition between the both of them.

“Okayyyy, and why now?! Is it because I filmed with your little cousin and you’re nervous he’s doing bigger numbers and has bigger things than you honey?!” You continued your uncontrollable giggles as you looked to Vanessa who stopped in her tracks.

Roman shut his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Those words deeply triggered him. Him and Jey were always in competition with one another. Since they were in little league football to now slanging that dick for all of America to see. Despite Jey being a twin, they were more of an inseparable duo rather than frenemies.

Of course Roman had immense amounts of love for his family, he helped bring them into the industry and helped change all of their lives for the better. But he was a firm believer of not letting the people you allowed in to over throw you. He stood at the Head of the Table and he wasn’t gonna allow little cousin Jey to take that from him.

“Vanessa… call the camera crew.”

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You didn’t even sign the contract and a camera crew was at your home setting up for what you could only assume was gonna be an absolute movie.

Roman didn’t speak to you after asking Nessa to invite the camera crew over. He must’ve not liked to hear you compare him to Jey, but it was all harmless fun… well to you at least.

You find Roman and Nessa in your bedroom with the camera crew setting up angles all around your bed. You slowly walked up from behind your bedroom door and Roman and Nessa looked up towards you. “Well don’t you look all cutesy girl. I haven’t seen you this dressed up since your first ever video..”

You visibly cringed at Nessa constant embarrassment of you as Roman chuckled his life away. “At least she’s all dressed up for a good reason. A great one at that." You dressed in your best lingerie. Red, tight, and riddled with lace.

Just how you liked it and assuming that’s how Roman liked it as well by the way he was eyeing you down.

“How about we get started, why don’t we?!” Roman sat on your Queen sized bed and waited patiently for you sit next to him. You slowly walked to the bed, as if you were unfamiliar with it. “This is your house, your bed sweetheart. Why you being all shy?! I don’t bite, well I might not bite right now.”

You blush and take a seat next to Roman on your bed. You look at Roman as he tells the main camera man where to stand.

“Sooo… there’s no game plan?! Just jumping straight into it?!” Most stars you’ve worked with have a certain setup for how their videos began and Roman seemingly didn’t have one. Most of his films sort of jumped straight into the last minutes of foreplay, then cut right to the sex.

“Sweetheart, this is my show and I’m running it. Just follow my lead and follow like a good girl, alright?!” Roman’s deep voice put you into a trance and hearing him call you a good girl nearly made you drool.

“Oh-okay.”

Roman pats my thigh and smiles at me.

“Good girl.”

He then signals the cameraman, which prompted him to start a countdown.

“In 5…

4…

3…

2…

1…”

He signals his finger towards us meaning that the camera is rolling. Staring directly into the lens, you were completely frozen. Your nerves began to get the best of you and those jitters you had when you first became an adult film star all came back.

You could feel the warmth of Roman peer closer to you. He places one of his large hands on your thigh and the other on your face, making you look him dead in his eyes.

“Don’t be nervous alright. Daddy’s got you.”

Before you could respond, Roman blesses your lips with a passionate kiss. Our lips smacking together in sensual harmony. His tongue swirled on the inside of your mouth, exploring every part of it.

Then the kiss became even slower. Your tongues fighting in a brute of passion, trying to figure out who asserted the most dominance. And of course… the Head of the Table won.

He moves from his spot next to you on the bed and stands in front of at the edge of the bed. He begins to massage your taut breasts through your lingerie, before removing it completely.

“Fuck baby, you look amazing.”

His comment only added to your nervousness, but his heavenly kiss brought you back to down to Earth.

He catches you by surprise as he yanks your hips to the edge of the bed and rips your soaked panties clean off. He spread your legs wide causing the glory of wetness to be revealed to him and the camera.

“You real wet huh mama?! Want Daddy to eat you out??”

You could only nod as his breath nearing your pussy could only cause you to shiver. He smirks and lowers his head down into your heat.

He begins eats you out messily, tossing your knees over his shoulders, and circling your clit until you soak his beard. He then sucked on each individual fold, licking and slurping covering it in saliva. You became a whimpering mess as he shook his head ferociously against your clit, with eyes rolling back, hands tangled in his luxurious hair and legs shaking and closing around his head.

“I’m gonna cum Dadddyyyyy.”

“Let it go mama.”

Your legs enclosed Roman’s head as they shook with maximum strength. Your back arched off the bed and Roman’s fingers gripped your thighs harshly, definitely leaving marks later.

You pant heavily, trying to regain your breath from the insane climax Roman just gave you. Without wasting anytime, he took his tank top off as well as his sweatpants and boxers.

His body a legit masterpiece. Sculpted by the gods.

Shocking you once again, he grasps the back of your knees, forcing them together and then crushing them into your tits. The head of his cock glides against your cunt, still convulsing from the feeling of that climax. 

Roman slams into you, not giving you any time to adjust. He just pounds you into the mattress. The room was filled with sounds, only sounds. The grunts and the wet slaps of his pelvis smacking against yours over and over again with his hand between your legs, rubbing your wet cunt and the place where it stretched around him.

“You like that mama?!”

“You feel it in your stomach, huh?!”

“Daddy’s going in real deep huh?!”

Your entire bed shook, the headboard slammed into the wall to the point where you believed the drywall began to crumble and holes will most definitely appear later on. You begin taking mental notes to tell Vanessa to send Roman a bill for your damaged wall.

His moans made you even wetter than you were before. It almost sounded like he was whimpering over your pussy.

Was the big man really whimpering over how good your pussy is?!

Before you could even relish in the sounds of his moans more, you legs shook once again as you felt your climax approaching and it was approaching fast.

Roman caught on to your short gasps and convulsing legs, he then began beating up your sweet cunt. Throwing your knees to the side of your head, making them touch your silk sheets. Pounding into you harshly, not missing a beat until you squirted all over his lower half and the sheets underneath you.

“Oh my goodness.” You let out an exasperated laugh as you closed your legs together to staph off that feeling. You winced as Roman let out a sharp smack to your ass. You opened your eyes as you watched him pleasure himself in front of you.

“Come suck this dick mama.”

Say no more.

You followed as Roman laid down and you took the position in between his legs, sniper style.

You grabbed at his flesh pole and it felt so hot and heavy in your hands. He most certainly was big. Like BIG. Although you didn’t want to compare lengths, Roman was massive compared to his cousin Jey. Maybe he liked to call him lil cuz for a reason.

“Whatchu you keep staring at?! Get to it princess.”

You innocently brought your mouth down and sucked the head. Moaning with his cock in your mouth and hands massaging at this balls. You slobbered down his length, bobbing your up and down head slowly. You peer your eyes up as you listened to the moaning and groaning Roman made from the moment you made contact with his member. His legs shook as you continued the pleasure.

His eyes rolled back and he grabbed the back of your head, bobbing your head up and down. Your eyes watered and you gagged as he stalled his hips in your mouth.

His cum coated the entirety of your throat. He groaned as you swallowed his cum while he was still in your mouth. His strong arms brought you up as he gave you a long kiss. Intaking all his cum and yours from earlier in each other’s mouths. A string of saliva hung from your lips to his. You both smile at each other, looking each other in the eyes.

“And… CUT!!”

You slightly jumped as you completely forgot about the tape you guys were filming. “That was absolutely perfect guys. Roman, Y/N… you both got a money maker on your hands right here.”

The camera crew began to clean up and take down the lights and mics. Roman tried to help you up off the bed, but you were so weak in the knees you couldn’t stand.

“I think we’ll keep on that list sweetie.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and he began to chuckle. “Whatever Roman, just let me sit for a little.”

He smiled at you once more before he lowered himself to your ear. “Definitely better than Lil’ Jey huh?!”

This man is a problemmmm…

A good one though.

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THE END.

HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED 💕💕!! Probably my fave Roman fic to date!!

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Weather The Storm (Jey Uso x Mixed! OC)

Do NOT copy/translate my fics. Reblogs are always welcome!

Summary: Rosa Winters NXT women's champion, cousin Trinity (aka Naomi), introduces her to Josh Fatu, her boyfriends brother, and they hit it off this is their story

WARNINGS: mentions of anxiety, fluff. This story WILL contain sexual content so minors DNI

Word count: 1728

Thanks for reading, y'all. I haven't posted many stories here, but I figured I'd throw my hat in the pot or whatever the saying is 😅 regardless enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Runaway Mistakes

NXT, formerly FCW, was in full effect. Camera's were up, fans were screaming, and as usual I sat in my corner of the makeup room, my headphones blasting All Time Low in my ears as Mandy gave me a few touch-ups before I went to the ring.

“Ooooh Rosie lookin like a hot tamalé tonight,” Trin said, pulling off my headphones I turned to Trin a small glare on my face yanking my headphones back from her then returning to look at Mandy who had sent Trin and I a glare of her own before she continued.

I was dressed in my usual westling gear, granted this was a new design, but I was always in full white top to bottom. She also never usually said anything about it, which could mean only one thing. “Mhm, Trin, whatchu want?” I asked, opening one eye to look at her, seeing she had her shiny new boyfriend Jonathan (Jon) Fatu, better known as Jimmy Uso with her. “Whaddup Jon.”

“Not much Ro, not much,” Jon said shaking his head.

“Oh please, I can't just come see my beautiful cousin, who I love more than anything?” She said, throwing her hands up.

“No, you can't. You tryina butter me up,” I said, raising my brows.

“Fine,” She drawled, “You know Jon's brother Josh, right?” She asked. I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

“You've told me about him, but I never met him,” I said wearily, hopping from Mandy's chair.

“Well, that's about to change! Rosa meet Josh, Josh meet Rosa,” Trin said.

I whipped around so fast I wouldn’t be surprised if I got whiplash or broke my damn neck, and sure enough, there was another over-six-foot, Samoan man who was undeniably gorgeous. I've never met someone who's caught my eye this fast.

‘Trin gone done set my ass up without even warning me!’ I thought my eyes widening.

We stood there staring at each other for what felt like an eternity until Josh cleared his throat.

“Uh, Hi. Nice to meet you ma’,” he said, sticking his hand out.

I looked from his eyes to his hand a few times before shakily grabbing it and squeaking out, “Nice to meet you too, Josh,” and scurrying off to prepare for my match against Bayley.

Trin POV

“Did I scare her?” Josh asked, watching Rosa practically run away.

“Nah uce, she's just like that,” Jon said.

“She's always been pretty introverted. At least until she gets in the ring then full-on Rosa Winters comes out. Although she did say something to you so that's better than usual,” I said, Jon nodded in agreement.

We stood in front of the TV and the lights in the arena switched off a white light and smoke coming from the entrance way and Rosa’s music hit.

‘Fire’ by Sleeping With Sirens.

The boy's eyes were glued to the screen as Rosa emerged from the guerrilla only her eyes showing.

This was their first time seeing her live and her entrance was always a shocker since, for the most part, they went to commercials during it. We all watched as Rosa flipped down the ramp before leaping to the apron and flipping over the top rope pulling the hood and mask from her body leaving her in just her bodysuit and pants.

“Winter is coming! Entering the ring first, Rosa Winters!” The ringside announcer said.

The camera zoomed in on her face, a cocky smirk and a fire in her eyes.

“Entering the ring, her opponent,and current regning womens champion! Bayley!” The ring announcer said.

Rosa tilted her head sizing her up, this is her second match with Bayley in our 3 years here, and she was about four inches taller than Rosa who stood at a whopping five feet two inches, but don’t get it twisted she knew how to throw her weight around enough to take down even large strong men.

I’ve seen her take down Joe, Jon’s cousin, on more than a few occasions during training and he had over a foot and over 100 pounds on her.

The boys watched in awe as Rosa flipped Bayley with all her acrobatic moves until finally she made her submit after hitting her with the Icebreaker and dragged her into an armbar.

“Dayum. Girls got moves!” Jon said.

“You already knew that uce,” Josh said not taking his eyes off the screen.

I was watching Josh. I knew about his little crush on Rosie that's why Jon and I introduced him in the first place.

“Your winner by submission and new NXT women’s champion, Rosa Winters!” The ringside announcer yelled.

“YES SHE DID IT!” I yelled jumping up and down while holding Jon’s arm.

The look on Rosa's face was something no one could put a price on. The giant smile I hadn't seen on her face in years since she qualified for the USA Olympic Gymnast team. She was so proud of herself. As she stared at her new belt.

Once she made her way backstage I tackled her in a hug.

“Rosalinda Maria Santos-Winters, I haven’t been as proud of you as I am now since the Olympic qualifiers!” I said, she hugged back just as forcefully.

“Government name aside, thank you!” She said, and as soon as I let go Jon pulled her into a hug of his own.

“Congrats girl! You looked damn good out there!” He said squeezing her so hard I could practically see her turning Blue.

“Jon let her go ‘fo you kill her!” I said. Jon let her go and she took a big breath giving him a giant smile.

“Thanks Jon, I really appreciate it,” she said giving him her own little squeeze afterwards.

“You looked great out there ma’, congratulations you deserve it,” Josh said scratching the back of his head, sending her a small smile. He offered her an awkward handshake as a congratulations, most likely because we told him she's very shy.

Rosie looked down embarrassed a blush spreading across her face before she said, “Thanks Josh, I know we only just met but I truly do appreciate it.”

I watched as Rosie looked from his hand to his eyes before walking towards him giving him a short but sweet hug.

Josh froze like a statue and didn't hug her back, I mentally smacked him over the head, and after she does run from this to the locker room to change I might actually slap him.

She's throwing him a bone, a small lifeline to become her friend and he's messing up.

Almost as quickly as it began she pulled away an even redder blush on her face.

“I-I'm sorry, I should’ve asked and now it's weird I just- I wasn't- I'm sorry,” she said speed-walking away pulling her hood up.

“Wait I- goddammit!” Josh said as Rosie left our sight. “I'm stupid. She gave me a hug and I just stood there?! What is wrong with me?!”

“Boy, you damn well know the girl like a cat the littlest things set her off!” I yelled, smacking him in the back of the head. He yelped. “What was you thinkin leavin her hangin like that?!”

“I wasn't tryin to, I just froze. I wasn't expecting it especially after how introducin myself went!” He yelled, smacking his face into his hands.

“You better go an’ find her uce, apologize or sumin,” Jon said.

“You right, Imma go right now,” he said walking, or well running off.

“He like her so much he didn't know what to do wit himself,” I laughed.

“I told you Trin, my lil’ bro has the hots for her, he down bad,” Jon said.

I shook my head. He was adorable.

Rosie POV

God why would I go and do that?! I can’t believe I did that.

I shoved the door to the womens locker room open before sliding down in slamming my hands in my face.

“Why do I do this every time!? Ugh stupid, stupid, stupid!” I said slapping myself over and over. I sighed pulling my hands down my face before forcing myself to stand, and heading to my locker. I pulled out an oversized yellow sweater that hung to my knees, black leggings, and platform black and white converse. Taking a quick shower I dried off and threw on my clothes, my grey twists pulled into a bun on top of my head before packing up my bag and heading out.

I opened the door my phone in hand as I collided with a chest. Disoriented I backed up and looked up only to be met with the chocolate brown eyes of Josh, or Jey Uso.

“Oh, uh hi?” I said an awkward smile appearing on my face.

“Hey,” he said. We just stood there staring at each other.

I broke the eye contact to look to the floor, “Listen, I’m sorry for earlier. I shouldnt’ve went and hugged you without permission I just thought-”

I stopped short when he pulled me into a light hug, “It’s fine ma’ I was just surprised… Congratulations Rosie, you deserve it,” he said. I returned the light hug my heart racing.

“Thank you Josh, it means a lot,” I smiled pulling away.

“I think we started wrong, whadda you say can we start from the beginning?” Josh asked.

“That’d be nice,” I laughed, “maybe I can actually introduce myself and not run away.”

“We’ll see ma’,” he laughed. I smiled up at him, his smile was as infectious as his laughter. “Hi, my name is Joshua Fatu, you can call me Josh. It’s nice to meet you ma’.”

“My name’s Rosalinda Santos-Winters, but you can call me Rosie,” I said smiling.

“Well Rosie what chu think about heading back to my brother, and yo’ cousin?” He asked.

“Sounds great Josh,” I said following behind with my backpack and suitcase.

“What chu doin wit dem bags ma’? Gimme the damn thing,” he said grabbing my suitcase I laughed letting him take it.

“I’m a big girl I’m capable of dragging my suitcase ya’ know,” I said crossing my arms so he couldn’t steal my backpack.

“Maybe, but still you my friend now ma’ I’m tryna be a gentleman,” he said.

“Mhm, sure you are,” I said. He rolled his eyes, settling for just my rolling suitcase.

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𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑩𝒊𝒏𝒅 (𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒙 𝑶𝑪) - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

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Nate stormed down the hallway of the Volkov mansion, her footsteps a rapid staccato against the polished marble floors. Her pulse pounded in her ears, a furious drumbeat driving her forward. She didn’t bother to knock when she reached Dimitri’s office, throwing the heavy oak doors open with a force that sent them crashing against the walls.

Dimitri looked up from his desk, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as he took in his daughter’s fiery expression. The cigar in his hand smoldered, casting a thin wisp of smoke into the dimly-lit room.

“What’s all this about ‘the merch is gone’?” Nate demanded sharply. “It can’t be just gone, it’s heavy-duty shit!”

Dimitri leaned back in his chair, controlled anger plastered over his features. “Privet to you too, Natalka.”

“Don’t sugar-coat it, dad, what happened last night?!”

“I don’t know! Believe me, I’m as furious as you are.”

Nate’s eyes flashed with indignation. “Well, you’d better start figuring out then, because this isn’t go–”

She was cut off by the older Volkov slamming his fist down onto the desk, rattling the intricately organised items on it. “I know this isn’t good, Natalka. You don’t think I am aware of that?!” He looked at her with narrowed eyebrows, the arch in them a menacing gesture. “So before you start ridiculing me, milyi, I suggest you hold your tongue.” Dimitri’s fist unclenched as he took a deep breath, straightening out the singular crease in his shirt. 

“I may not know where our merchandise is, Natalka, but I know who took it…”

Nate folded her arms, nodding her head to encourage him to continue. An outburst like that was normal in their household, always had been. She started to get used to it around… the age of 13, maybe earlier.

“The Samoans. The Bloodline. They took everything.”

Her eyes cast off to the side, feeling the anger at a boiling point, only now it wasn’t because she had no answers. It was a moment of furious realisation. “Fuck…”

“What?”

Nate sighed, shutting her eyes and rubbing at her temples. “I saw… Roman Reigns at the function the other night… Fuck!” She huffed to herself, running her hands through her hair. “Ya takoy glupyi,” she muttered under her breath.

“You’re not stupid, Natalka, that piece of shit is stealthy. Way too stealthy for my liking…” Dimitri rocked back in his chair, tapping the pen in his hand on the desk. “Grebanaya krysa…”

“He must have been listening in. That had to have been why he was there,” Nate laughed bitterly. “The Bloodline never show at functions like that.”

“Of course they don’t, they have no, uh… class.”

“You can say that again…” Nate agreed just as the office doors were once again pushed open, her two uncles making their presence known.

“Radi blady, why are so many people walking in and out of my office without knocking today?” Dimitri snapped, looking over at his younger brothers.

Nate looked over her shoulder, craning her neck almost just to meet the eyes of her oldest uncle, Sergei. Perhaps it was because she grew up around Dimitri that Sergei bristled her composure more than her father did. She instinctively took a step to the side to allow the 6ft 5” Slav to approach his brother’s desk with his trademark perpetual scowl.

“We have confirmation, Mitya,” he started. “Priest is definitely… pokoyny.”

Widening her eyes, Nate stepped over the figurative line placed between herself and Sergei. “Sorry, what?”

Dimitri gave Sergei a displeased leer, before looking over at his daughter. “I didn’t want to bring this up yet, Na–”

“So not only did we lose our money, and our shipment… But Damien Priest is dead, too? What next?”

“Drop the attitude–”

“Drop the attitude? I don’t care who it is, but if someone dies, you tell me, Papa. We don’t do secrets in this family, remember?”

Dimitri met her gaze with a hard glare. “And what would you have done with that information, Natalka? Run off half-cocked and gotten yourself killed?”

“Oh, so it was intentional, then, is what you’re telling me?”

“What else could it have fucking been, devochka? It was that bullet that started the whole thing!” Dimitri shot up out of his seat, shoving his hands into his pockets as he paced over to the window. “I don’t need you running off and creating a bigger mess for us.”

“This isn’t about me running off. It’s about trust. You can’t expect me to follow you if you keep me in the dark all the time.”

Sighing, the patriarch of the family ran his tongue over his teeth. His subtle way of conceding and admitting that she was right, and that she had a point. What, you thought Dimitri Volkov would verbally admit his wrongdoing? You poor peasant…

Sergei and Ivan exchanged uneasy glances but said nothing. They knew better than to get in between the boss and his daughter, even if they were family. Nate took a long, deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. “We need to hit back, no? Hard. The Bloodline needs to know they can’t fuck with us and get away with it.”

“We will,” Dimitri nodded slowly, glancing to the side with the slightest glimmer of balanced pride. “But we do this my way. No rash decisions.”

“Well, do we have any idea on who the sniper was?”

“Could be anyone,” Ivan finally piped up, standing a few feet behind Sergei. “But given the timing, it’s too convenient to be a complete coincidence. Had to be someone close to the Samoans.”

“What a revelation,” Sergei berated.

The room fell silent for a second, and each of them knew that it was important to let it simmer. To let Dimitri simmer. He was coming up with something, thinking about all the evil fucking things he could do to make someone suffer. He was good at that. He was a Volkov.

“So…” Nate broke the silence gently, taking a step towards her father. “What is the plan, Papa?” she asked steadily.

Gaze focused outside, Dimitri sneered. “Obviously, our focus is The Bloodline. They think they can steal from us and get away with it? Nyet. We follow them, every step they take. I want eyes on Roman Reigns twenty-four seven.”

Sergei nodded, his lips curling into a smirk. “ He was pretty adamant that it was us who set up the hit. Like he couldn’t believe it could be anyone else.”

Nate scoffed. “That’s what a guilty person would say.”

Dimitri’s eyes narrowed, voice dripping with venom. “Roman Reigns… that arrogant son of a bitch. He thinks he’s untouchable.”

Fists clenched, Nate’s mind took her back to the function again. She knew then that it was strange for him to make an appearance. “He was definitely scoping the place out the other night…” she confirmed, mostly to herself, but also loud enough for her father to hear.

“Of course he was! That cowardly bastard. Probably planning this whole thing from the start. He thinks he’s clever,” he chuckled darkly. “But he’s nothing more than a rabid dog who needs to be… put down.”

Nate could see the eclipse in her father’s eyes, the depths of his hatred for Roman. She knew that when Dimitri was like this, in his own head, there was no stopping him.

“What do you want to do, Papa?” she asked him, her voice low.

The smile on his face was… chilling. “Oh, I have plans for Roman. First, we’ll break him. Take away everything he cares about. Family… empire… his pride. Then, when he has nothing left to lose…” He crushed his cigar onto the windowsill. 

“I’ll kill him myself.”

Sergei leaned against the wall, his arms crossed with a cruel grin on his face. “And we’ll start by hitting his operations. Make him bleed money. Make his men turn on him.”

Ivan nodded in agreement. “We’ll find his weak spots. Exploit them.”

Nate felt a shiver run down her spine at the promises being made around her; this talk always did make her heart pump hot blood a thousand gallons a minute, made her fingertips tingle, and the adrenaline in her system shoot to an all time high. “And if he fights back?” She already knew the answer, she just wanted to hear it.

Dimitri turned, finally, to look his daughter head-on, a euphoric glittering in his eyes. “Then we crush him. Completely. He won’t know what hit him until it’s much too late.”

With a small smirk of her own, Nate nodded. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

He reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I know you will, Nate. You are my daughter. We do not show weakness. We do not forgive. And we do not forget.”

Nate swallowed hard. “Yes, Papa.”

Releasing her, Dimitri turned to his younger brothers. “Get our best. I want updates on the hour. If Reigns so much as takes a piss, I want to know about it.”

Sergei and Ivan nodded, their faces set in grim determination. “It will be done, Mitya,” Sergei promised.

As the discussion died down, there was a knock on the office door. Dimitri’s secretary, Olga, poked her head in. “Mr Volkov, Mr Sokolov has arrived.”

Dimitri barely glanced her way. “Send him in and get out.”

Olga nodded quickly, slipping back out and closing the door softly behind her. Dimitri turned back to Sergei and Ivan. “Go. Start setting up surveillance on The Bloodline. I want no mistakes.”

The brothers nodded, heading for the door. As soon as she heard the click of the door closing, Nate whipped her head towards her father. 

“Why is Boris here?”

Dimitri didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he moved to his desk, straightening some papers before looking at her with a distant smile. “You two have much to discuss, dorogoy. We can’t make everyone wait for the wedding, can we?”

And just like that, Nate felt sick to her stomach. Unless the deal came with torturing the fucker before killing him immediately after saying “I do,” then she wanted no part of it.

“I hate him,” she spat in disgust. “The thought of being married to him makes me want to throw myself out of the fucking window.”

Smile ceasing to waver, Dimitri walked over to the large window in his office, and with a flourish, opened it wide. The cool breeze from outside rushed in, rustling papers on the desk. He gestured towards the open window. “Then do it. Go ahead.”

Nate stared at him, lips parting in slight shock. She knew her father was cruel, but this… This was new. She didn’t move, her eyes locking with his, trying to understand the depths of this malice, until he finally closed the window, hardening his expression.

“You will do as I say. You will be nice to Borislav. And you will talk to him. You will not embarrass me…” he practically gnarled with his jaw tightened. “Is that understood?”

With her own jaw clenching, her hands balled into fists at her sides. She hated Boris with every fibre of her being. He was a creep, a monster in his own right, and even the knowledge of being in the same vicinity as him made her skin crawl. But she knew better than to defy her father openly. Not here, not now.

“Yes,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“Good,” he accepted coldly, heading over to sit back at his desk.

Nate remained in the centre of the room, in the uncomfortable silence. She took a deep breath, her resolve momentarily softening. Perhaps a change of topic to ease the tension would help her nerves about talking to Boris. Just a quick diversion… There was one thing she had been thinking about for days, something personal, something that she dreaded bring up but felt compelled to address.

“Dad,” she began softly, her voice almost a whisper. “Mum’s birthday is coming up. Do you think… do you think we could maybe… do something nice for her?”

Dimitri’s expression remained icy, but a flicker of annoyance crossed his face. “What for?” he snapped. “She’s dead, Nate. There’s no need to celebrate the birthday of a dead woman.”

Nate’s heart sank. She had expected this response, yet it didn’t make the sting any softer. Her mother’s absence was a wound that never healed, a constant ache in her chest. She knew better than to expect any warmth from Dimitri when it came to her mother, but she had hoped, just for a moment, that he might show a flicker of humanity.

“B-but,” she persisted, her voice trembling slightly, “It would mean a lot to me. And it would mean a lot to Katerina, too. She was… she was our mother.”

Her father’s eyes hardened, his patience wearing thin. “I got over it. So should you. You’re twenty-seven years old. There’s no point in dwelling on the past. The dead are gone, and we move on. That’s the way of the world.”

Nodding slowly, Nate couldn’t mistake the pain in her chest for anything else other than disappointment. “Okay…” she accepted quietly. She knew this would be the outcome, but the rejection always left a permanent infliction on her soul. Her mother’s memory deserved more, but in this house, sentimentality was a weakness.

“But it’s just… a small gesture, for her memory?” Nate tried to push the topic, even though she could feel her voice breaking.

“Enough,” he barked. “She’s dead, Natalka. And we don’t waste time on the dead. You want to honour her? Be fucking useful. Grow the fuck up.”

Nate clenched her fists, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Yes, Papa.” She turned away, hiding the tears that threatened to spill over; she had learned long ago that showing weakness in front of anybody, most prominently her father, only invited more pain.

Dimitri watched her for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Now, go,” he ordered. “You have more pressing matters.”

As Nate forced herself to move, walking towards the door, she couldn’t help but glance back at her father, hoping for some sign of understanding, some hint of compassion. But there was nothing. Dimitri Volkov was as cold and unyielding as ever, his heart as hard as the steel that surrounded them.

She left the office, closing the door behind her with a heavy thud. Conceding to endure this, just like she had to endure everything else. Including the arrogant little prick waiting for her downstairs.

Honestly, Nate wished Boris would have actually sat down and waited for her. It made her too nervous when he had the freedom to roam the estate, taking in every little inch of detail he could. After all, in Dimitri’s eyes, it was going to belong to Boris in the future. And the idea wasn’t the sweetest to digest.

She found him analysing a framed plaque of the Volkov family tree—something Nate generally took pride in, but became somewhat tainted by being leered at by Boris Sokolov. 

“Sokolov,” Nate greeted him neutrally. It was more of a strenuous call-out than anything else. 

Turning his head, Boris attempted to charm her with that signature smirk of his. Whilst it might have worked on a young woman less accustomed to his ways, Nate got over his forced charisma pretty quickly. As soon as she hit puberty, in fact, it was all Boris could seem to do. Her chest changed size, and it was like he’d never looked at a naked woman, or watched porn before. The Sokolovs weren’t exactly known to be prudish. 

In fact, Nate remembered very vividly the time Boris’ parents openly admitted that they wanted their son to lose his virginity as soon as he could. Something about it making him a “better man,” and more desirable when it came down to finding a wife. Nate just never imagined she would be the one expected to desire it.

“Natalka, privet,” he leaned in, going for a peck on her cheek. But with nobody being around, Nate took the opportunity to dodge the chapstick-lathered lips. 

Just a little damage to his little ego.

Clearing his throat, he stood up straight and held out his hand. “Shall we?”

Nate stared at his outstretched hand, every fibre of her being screaming at her to reject it—to break his fucking fingers, even. But she knew her defiance would only make things worse. Reluctantly, she placed her hand in his, feeling a chill run through her at his touch.

“Fine,” she said coldly. “Let’s get this over with.”

Boris’ smile widened, but it didn’t quite reflect in his eyes. “You’ll see, Natalka. This will be the best thing for both of us.”

She doubted that very much.

The corridors of the estate felt more like a labyrinth of lost dreams and broken promises that use to hang from the ceilings during her childhood like Christmas decorations. Nowadays, the only thing inhabiting the hallways were the rows of dull paintings that used to dazzle her innocent eyes, and synthetic plants in which she swore as a kid she could catch the sweet scent of patchouli from.

Nate followed Boris, mind relaying thoughts of escape, of finding a way to carve out her own path within the confines of her family’s expectations. But for now, she was trapped in a web of tradition and duty, with no clear road to freedom.

As they reached a secluded study, Boris closed the door behind them, turning to face her with a triumphant look. “So, my Natalka, let’s talk ab—”

“Mistake number one,” she swiftly interrupted. “Never… ever… call me yours. I am not yours to call dibs on, you pizda.”

“You will be one day. You know that family tree hanging in the hallway out there,” Boris pointed to the door. “One day your name will change. It will no longer be little Natalka Irina Volkov, Daddy’s printsessa. It’ll say…” 

He took a step closer to her, backing her into a wall. “Natalka Irina Volkov… Sokolov. Wife. And eventually,” he took a moment to give her body a once over. “A mother. Although, what a shame to waste such a beautiful body on a utroba demona, eh?”

“Chert voz’mi, Borislav. Until that family tree out there says Sokolov, I remain a Volkov. And as a Volkov, an inhabitant of this estate, I suggest you get the fuck out of my face and step down before your jaw marries the carpets.” Her eyes shot lasers through him.

Boris’ smirk faltered for a brief moment, but he quickly recovered, slipping his hands into his pockets. “You always did have a… how you say, sharp tongue. It’s one of the many things I look forward to taming.”

Nate’s lip curled in disgust. “Keep dreaming, Boris. You might have Dad fooled, but you’ll never have your idealistic paradise with a servant wife with Sokolov carbon copies running around everywhere. I’d rather die than give you that.”

“Such fire,” Boris mused. “But don’t worry. Have your tantrum now, and you’ll come around soon enough. Not long now, Volkov,” he clicked his tongue.

Clenching her fists at her sides, her nails dug painfully into her palms. “And until then, you stay the fuck away from me. You so much as look at me wrong, and I’ll make sure you regret ever stepping foot into my circle.” She slowly looked him up and down, before grimacing.

“Especially in that hideous tweed…”

“I like when you’re feisty, detka. Makes me wonder if it translates t–”

“We’re done with this conversation,” her green eyes bore into his blue ones. Her nostrils threatened to flare. And she so badly wanted to spit in this fucker’s eye. But all she could do was brush past him, yanking the door open.

“Oh, another word of advice…” she added, turning in the doorway. “You so much as utter my mother’s name ever again… I’ll kill you.”

She left him with that very clear warning, heading towards the only place she could truly be alone. For the most part, anyways. Once inside her sanctuary, she slammed the door behind her, leaning against it as if to keep the entire world—and Boris—at bay.

Nate’s room was… complex. She liked seeing herself in the form of interior design. It made her realise just how fucked up she was.

The walls were a deep, moody burgundy, adorned with dark, intricate patterns. Heavy velvet drapes framed the windows, keeping the harsh daylight at bay and casting the room in a perpetual twilight. Her space was filled with relics of her past and symbols of her Russian heritage—mostly gifts from paternal grandparents, close family friends, etc… Ornate dolls lined the top shelves, and a large, intricately woven rug covered the wooden floor.

She began pacing back and forth, mind reeling with anger and frustration. Boris’ words were relentless in their echoing, his smug face lingering in her thoughts like a persistent shadow. She needed to calm down, to find the tiniest semblance of peace.

Usually, she would head down to the gym and make use of the punching bag that hung from the ceiling in the corner. Overtime, it had become her dedicated method of relief, as well as the occasional series of rounds in the shooting range. And no, she didn’t feel guilty for plastering a photo of Boris’ face in the target area from time to time.

But now, she needed complete privacy. Somewhere that requires a knock on the door and permission before entering. Somewhere that felt… safe. Where she could breathe, and just… be.

She ran her fingers through her hair, holding it back momentarily as she scanned the room for a distraction, until her eyes landed on the calendar hanging by her desk. One date was circled in red sharpie: her mother’s birthday.

A wave of grief washed over her for the millionth time that month, momentarily quenching the flames of her anger. Her mother had been the only source of genuine warmth and love in her life, the only person, excluding Katya, who had ever seen her as more than just a weapon in her father’s arsenal.

The memory of her gentle smile. Her comforting presence. It was all such a stark contrast to how Dimitri was.

Nate walked over to her desk and pulled open the bottom drawer, retrieving an old, worn photo album she had managed to swipe from Dimitri’s office a couple of years back. How she got away with it, she wasn’t sure, but the desperation to have something of her mother outweighed the potential repercussions of not only entering the office without permission, but also stealing from her father.

She flopped onto her bed, photo album in hand. The cover was faded, and the edges were frayed from years of handling. Opening it, she began to leaf through the pages, each photograph a window to a past that seemed both distant and immediate. Pictures of family gatherings, holidays, and simple everyday moments. 

Hindsight is a powerful thing. These photos all painted the perfect picture of what she, as a child, perceived life to be. Which was just that: perfect. But looking back, through wisdom and experience, she now knew what was going on behind the camera. What was going on whenever Irina tucked her into bed at night and left her with her nightlight on.

Deals, alliances, meetings, trade-offs, drop-offs, shipments… murder.

It all made the people looking back at her in each photo a mere mirage. Like mannequins in their clothing. It just wasn’t… real.

However, one photo in particular caught her eye, and unfortunately held more authenticity than she gave the previous photos credit for.

It was a family photo, taken at a function not unlike the one she was in attendance at the other night. Her mother stood in the centre, radiant and beautiful, with Katya and Nate on either side of her. Katya must have only been 12 at the time, making Nate 19. The photo captured a moment of pure happiness, a fleeting glimpse of the life Nate enjoyed before everything changed… a mere week after.

As she stared at the picture, her gaze drifted to the people standing around them. Familiar faces, family friends and associates who often attended such functions. Some of them, she hadn’t seen in a long time, which only meant they were either dead or retired. And then there, in the back corner, with that annoying fucking face… was Boris.

Boris and his little group of fucking friends. Friends she never met, and friends she doubted stayed around for longer than the night’s event. Free, unquestioned entry, free food, free drinks, free everything. Not uncommon for Boris to swing his metaphorical dick around, and it made her roll her eyes at how little he’d changed in 8 years.

On the next page lay a collage Nate herself had made when she first got her hands on the album. It was a collection of newspaper clippings and articles she’d stored away over the years, detailing the superficial nature of her mother’s death.

Volkov Matriarch Killed in Tragic Drive-By Shooting

Community Mourns Loss of Beloved Figure

Nate had read these articles countless times, each word practically etched in her memory.

It was like she enjoyed torturing herself reading them, as each time always brought on an overwhelming sense of injustice. Anger. Unease. Nausea. Then right back to anger again. 

No investigation into who the shooters were, not even a fucking enquiry. In fact, there had been very little talk about it at all. It was as if the whole incident had been swept under the rug, forgotten by everyone except her. Even Dimitri went out of his way to hire private investigators, call on his best men to find out who the fuck murdered his wife and why. He was beside himself for a year before one day a switch seemed to flip in his head and it wasn’t even a factor in their lives anymore.

Guess marrying a notorious mafia boss meant very little concern postmortem.

But still, even after 8 years, the question burned her mind, fuelled by the lack of closure. By the direction her life had taken. Boris. Dimitri. The attempted indoctrination of her baby sister. And then to be fucked over by the Samoans—you add that shit on top of it? 

Fuck it, she thought as she closed the album, returning it to its rightful place.

Dad wants me to be useful, I’ll be fucking useful… 

That night, she went to bed, turned on her side so she could manifest the words she’d written on the side of her bedside cabinet in black sharpie:

Break off things w/ Boris.

Justice for Irina Volkov.

DESTROY ROMAN REIGNS.

[rhysdarbinizedarby]

Our Flag Means Death Season 2

The New Zealand Film Commission and Tourism New Zealand partner with Max for season two of Our Flag Means Death to showcase New Zealand to international audiences.

Fast Facts

96% New Zealand crew

78% New Zealand cast

Production based at Kumeu Film Studios

Post-production took place in Auckland

10 New Zealand HODs

67 shoot days

35 sets built

780 Crew

Our Flag Means Death is executive produced by creator-showrunner David Jenkins and Emmy®-nominated star and New Zealander Taika Waititi. In addition to his duties as showrunner, Jenkins directed the first two episodes of season two. Garrett Basch, Dan Halsted, Adam Stein, and Antoine Douaihy also serve as executive producers. Production for the show moved from Los Angeles to New Zealand for its second season.

Our Flag Means Death stars New Zealanders Taika Waititi, Rhys Darby and David Fane, as well as Madeleine Sami (most recently of the Australian mystery-comedy Deadloch) and Samoan-born Anapela Polataivao.

Many of the key creatives and department heads are New Zealanders, including writer Maddie Dai, production designer Ra Vincent, hair and makeup designer Nancy Vincent and art decorator Megan Vertelle. Together, this talented team elevated Our Flag Means Death, contributing their individual expertise to create a visually stunning and emotionally engaging viewing experience. Of the 780 crew contracted onto the show, 350 worked full time.  

Creative talent and picturesque landscapes were key motivators for the move Down Under. Showrunner David Jenkins said “We were looking at the season two budget and asking ‘How do you get the most money on screen?’ New Zealand was the answer. I’ve seen more of our budget end up on screen than it did in the U.S. in season one.”

New Zealand also added a breath-taking backdrop to the swashbuckling adventures of the crew. The lush greenery and stunning coastline provided the perfect setting for the 67-day shoot in Auckland at the end of 2022. There were around 50 sets involved, including the 30-acre forest behind the Kumeu Film Studio, Piha Beach, Howick Historical Village and the wild, black sand Bethells Beach.

And there’s one returning figure impossible to miss on the soundstage: The Revenge, the stately ship that Stede Bonnet and Blackbeard (a.k.a. Ed) commandeered at the end of season one. In real life, it was carefully transported across the Pacific Ocean from the show’s original Los Angeles soundstage. The Revenge is approximately 7m x 28m and there were 3x boat sets that were used to create 10 different boats. The production shot in the Dive Tank at Kumeu Film Studios, built a floating market in the Republic of Pirates, and provided storm water effects for The Revenge.

Virtual Production

Given that many scenes in Our Flag Means Death take place on the deck of a ship at sea, virtual production was the most practical and cost-effective way of filming.

Virtual production is the process of generating motion picture or computer-generated photorealistic imagery displayed on a dynamically active large scale LED wall to create a ‘virtual’ environment or location on a soundstage.

Surrounding the ship was a giant “volume” wall comprised of 1700 LED monitors displaying a photorealistic ocean background with rolling waves. As a crane-mounted camera weaved around, the images on the digital display moved with it, creating a seamlessly integrated backdrop.

The New Zealand vendors that worked on the screen were NEP Sweetwater, NEP Big Picture, Riggaz with Attitudes, Theatrical Solutions, Xytech and Disguise.

The creative benefit of shooting on the volume wall was that the production could shoot in multiple locations and times of day all within just a few hours. Additionally, the actors could interact with what they are seeing and the lighting shifted in real time.

Careful planning of scenes and shots resulted in the rapid and efficient deployment of a select number of pre-processed moving plates (backgrounds) on set. Paihia, Bay of Islands, Mercer Bay Loop and Waitakere were among the New Zealand locations featured in the plate shots.

The New Zealand Screen Production Rebate - (International) and 5% Uplift

The New Zealand Film Commission (NZFC) and Tourism New Zealand (TNZ) partnered with Max on season two of the show as a part of the New Zealand Screen Production Grant 5% Uplift.

The partnership recognised the significant economic, cultural and industry benefits the Our Flag Means Death production brought to New Zealand. This included a marketing partnership with TNZ and NZFC to promote New Zealand as a tourism and filmmaking destination. It also included a knowledge-sharing programme related to the LED Volume Wall used during production, and collaborations with New Zealand-based virtual production companies and a wider industry workshop.

The 5% Uplift has now been redeveloped:It’s simple to navigate, and the criteria is clearer and more objective. Has increased opportunities to earn points in the test. Has increased weighting on New Zealand screen workforce development and production activity. Recognises repeat business to encourage studios and productions to return. Introduces sustainability criteria to support Aotearoa New Zealand’s shift to a low-emissions economy.

Applications open for the redeveloped 5% Uplift on 1 November 2023, documentation and guidance will be provided before this date.

The New Zealand Film Commission administers the NZSPR for International Productions on behalf of the Ministry of Business, Innovation and Employment.

The purpose of the NZSPR for International Productions is to incentivise the production of foreign and domestic large budget films, television and other format productions in New Zealand in order to provide economic and industry development benefits to New Zealand. More information here.

A domestic rebate is also available to New Zealand productions and Official Co-productions. Click here for more information.

About Our Flag Means Death

Our Flag Means Death is based (very) loosely on the true adventures of 18th century would-be pirate Stede Bonnet (Rhys Darby). After trading the seemingly charmed life of a gentleman for one of a swashbuckling buccaneer, Stede became captain of the pirate ship Revenge. Struggling to earn the respect of his potentially mutinous crew, Stede’s fortunes changed after a fateful run-in with the infamous Captain Blackbeard (Taika Waititi). To their surprise, the wildly different Stede and Blackbeard found more than friendship on the high seas…they found love. Now, they have to survive it.

In New Zealand, season two debuts on Neon on October 6 and is coming soon to Sky Open.

Source: New Zealand Film Commission

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Pro Wrestling Illustrated, May 2006

The Wrestling Forecaster: Samoa Joe

(@selamat-linting @scopophil here y'all go)

WHAT’S AHEAD FOR THE REMAINDER OF 2006?

Everyone is predicting huge things out of Samoa Joe. He is TNA’s breakthrough star, and the first TNA wrestler to be the subject of a PWI cover story. Joe is cutting a bloody swatch through the X division, and we predict he’ll continue to dominate that division, piling up wins over Christopher Daniels, A.J. Styles, and Austin Aries before he demands a different type of challenge. The first man to answer the rugged Samoan’s call will be Abyss, and those two big men will push one another to the limit in some of the most physical matches U.S. wrestling fans have ever seen. Joe will ultimately win that feud and then either challenge Sting for the NWA heavyweight title or go after Jeff Jarrett in another epic feud. Samoa Joe will be TNA’s top heel of 2006, but he won’t win the NWA title. That will happen in 2007 with Joe competing as a fan favorite. 

WHERE WILL HE BE IN 2011?

In five years, Joe will only be 31 years old. He will sign with WWE in 2009, but the point of contention will be his weight. Joe will be under pressure to conform to the WWE body type, in spite of the pre-existing gentlemen’s agreement that his physique would be a non-issue. With his huge fan following, Joe will be empowered to stick to his guns. WWE Creative will back down, but Joe will be forced to spend many months in the developmental system and then kept out of the top storylines. He will state in an exclusive interview with Matt Brock that leaving TNA was a mistake. (Brock would die from cirrhosis of the liver before the interview was published). By 2011, WWE, realizing its miscalculation, will concede to the fans’ wishes and push Joe to the moon. In 2011, he will take the Raw brand by storm and march inexorably toward the WWE title.

WHERE WILL HE BE IN 2016?

Joe will ultimately drop the WWE title to Carlito and then will gradually be phased out of the title picture. By 2014, he will request his WWE release and embark upon a tour of Japan, where he will quickly become that nation’s top gaijin (foreign) wrestler. In 2016, Joe will win the Pro Wrestling NOAH GHC title, beating his 2005 rival Kenta Kobashi for the honor. Joe’s incredible marketing power will even be enough to get promoters from All-Japan Pro Wrestling to agree to an inter-promotional match pitting Joe against whoever holds the Triple Crown title. Like Terry Funk, Bruiser Brody, and Stan Hansen before him, Joe will make history in Japan.

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For Day 17, I used the word ‘cauldron’ from prompt 9 for Shane from Power Rangers: Ninja Storm! Again, I don’t know if there’s other fans of the show kicking around here, but if there are, I hope they’ll enjoy the headcanons 😊

Cauldron: What is your favourite thing to cook?

It’s not that Shane hates to cook, per se. He doesn’t hate it, it’s just not something he does a lot of. He still lives with his parents until his early twenties, and they do a lot of the cooking for him. Even when he does move out, he takes most of his meals at the Academy and the cooking he does for himself at home is quite simple.

That being said, he does indeed know how to cook. He can make basic foods, like pasta (though his noodles always turn out just a little bit overcooked, but he’s learned to enjoy them that way), rice, ramen, and the like.

He makes a mean sandwich though. When it comes to sandwiches, he really does put in  the effort. There’s no plain peanut butter and jam for this man. He really likes apple and white cheddar sandwiches put through the sandwich press, sometimes with maybe some thinly sliced ham added on there. He makes a fantastic BLT as well, with just enough mayo but not too much that it becomes overpowering and generous helpings of both bacon and tomato.

His family has Samoan ancestry and they have raised Shane and his siblings to have respect and pride in that heritage. Because of this, Shane has learned how to make some traditional Samoan dishes and those tend to be his comfort foods.

Fa’apapa is something he’ll make for any communal brunch he gets invited to and it’s always a hit. He gets a little frustrated though, because it never turns out quite as good as his mother’s, even if he follows the exact same recipe. He also makes a great version of Faiai eleni – he insists on the mackerel being as fresh as possible and he’s a little heavy handed on the onions, but it ends up being delicious to him.

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Character Bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid main character part 1:

Dossier, Profile, Record, & Archive: King/Queen Kana’i Akana or Atami Latu/Ataahua Akana or Alisi Latu:

Real Names:

Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika names: Hawaiian name: Kana’i Akana/Ataahua Akana

Tongan name: Atamai Latu/Alisi Latu. 

Samoan name: Enele/Fiva Tofilau 

South American Indigenous Ameridian name: Cauã/Ceci Amaru Juruna

Asian name: Ryuu Kato/Haruka Kato or Guang/Biyu Wei. 

Afro-Latine name: Francisco Alejandro Diego Garcia Ochoa/Francisca Alejandra Maria Garcia Ochoa.

American/English name: Alexander Mack Taylor/Alexandria Macy Taylor.

Alien extraterrestrial name: Zana Saani Kayuth Adrjin. 

Demigod/Deity name: Makoa Kalani/Kamalani Kalani.

Ethnicity: Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native.

Racial Identity: 

A mixed East Asian Japanese, American English, East Asian Chinese, and European British person of color

A South American Colombian, Bolivian, Argentine, & Chilean Afro Latine person of color.

Cultural Identity: 

A Polynesian Hawaiian, Samoan, Marquesan, and Tongan Indigenous Pasifika of Oceania. 

South American Baniwa and Embera Indigenous Ameridian of Colombia and Chorote Indigenous of Bolivia and Argentina.

Species: 

A Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika Oceanic demigod 

The Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character is born a demigod/demigoddess and is later given divinity to become a god/goddess/mahu deity. As a demigod they only had power over a few elements thanks to family bloodline. Only when they were given divinity did they unlock most of the elements to use as a deity. They were chosen by Tiʻitiʻi to be his champion and chosen one as a hero.

Descendent of Namaka a Polynesian Hawaiian water goddess, Polynesian Hawaiian Pele goddess of fire and volcanos, Polynesian Hawaiian God Kanaloa god of the underworld, Ku Hawaiian God of War, an unknown Tongan god (rediscovered after reconnecting after post cultural genocide), Polynesian Samoan God Mafuiʻe god of earthquakes, Chinese goddess Nu Wa, Chinese god Hou Yi, Chinese goddess Chang’E,  Japanese god Fujin, Japanese god Susanoo, Japanese god Inari, Japanese goddess Izanami, Japanese god Izanagi, and Amaterasu a Japanese sky goddess. 

Even as a demigod and alien hybrid they needed to prove worthy as a champion and hero. They underwent tests. The demigod trial was a physical and spiritual trial. The alien hybrid trial was an emotional and intellectual trial. During these trials they still had their powers. Trials are difficult and made harder than normal since they are a demigod metahuman and alien hybrid superhuman superhero. 

The divine trials they go through as a demigod to be given divinity as a hero and champion. Their valor, heroism, and selflessness was tested. The reason they go through as an alien hybrid was they want to see where the hybrid is in regards to life. It was a logic vs morality debate. After the demigod trial they were given divinity and a new power. After the alien hybrid trial the reward given to them was a shield, armor, and weapon. Their quick thinking, adaptability, peace making, & intelligence was tested. After the tests and trials they learned a lot about themselves as a person and grew as a person. Even as a hero they had to learn about their powers and why they were given them.

Kanai Makoa Latu/Attahua Kamalani Latu or Kalani the fakaleiti or mahu deity. They are usually laughing as a trickster, comedian, & jokester. They were born as a mahu demigod with power over air, mist, smoke, fog, water, snow, & ice and demigoddess with power over earth, wood, stone, metal, fire, magma, lava, lightning, thunder, & storms. After being chosen as a champion of a more senior god/goddess and underwent trials as a hero. It was trials hard for even a metahuman and superhuman cuz divinity to them should not be easily given in this world. 

They are a mahu demigod of the art and sciences. They are a new era demigod/goddess of the elements.

They are a god of philosophy, business, and law and goddess of magic, dreams, resurrection, and prophecy. They are divinely beautiful. They have dark brown skin the color of polished oak, brown eyes the color of new forged copper, & short black hair color of the night sky. They are very tall, broad shouldered, & very muscular. They wear stylized gold and ruby colored chainmail, metal, and leather full plate armor. They usually wear a hooded cloak that is dyed gray-blue over their full plated armor. 

In the divine form the Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid main character’s existence as a deity itself is its own inherent magic foci. Rather than the person, it’s the space they occupy within a pantheon that acts as the foci. And the manifestation of magic from that foci borrows from their dominion over air, mist, smoke, fog, water, snow, & ice as a demigod and power over earth, wood, stone, metal, fire, magma, lava, lightning, thunder, & storms as a demigoddess. This is from their demigod hood of the arts, the elements, and sciences.

They are a titan and titaness associated with friendship, brotherhood, valor, honor, and strength. They are associated with weapons, armor, and shields. Their followers who are magic users are distinguished by the shrines they have in their homes and the charms they wear on their armor. Their followers who are magic users are distinguished by their magical tattoos and the robes they wear. There are a respectable amount of offerings of food, water, tea, incense, and liquor to them on islands. There are a large number of statues of him/her/them in most villages. 

They are many myths about their polyamorous relationship with Diona Artemis Megalos (the daughter of Ares and Athena), Mary O'Brien (Irish Celtic demigod child of the Morrigan), Atlantean demigod Olle (who is the daughter of Amphitrite a goddess of the ocean), Aesir Ylva Helga Olafsdottir (Asgardian and Vanir hybrid demigod child of Skadi), Josefine Yrsa Hansen (Norse demigod child of Freya), and Carina Bellona Ragorio (the daughter of Mars and Venus). 

They have other Indigenous, Indigenous Pasifika, Black, and non native poc demigod partners/spouses from Amerindian (Central and South American Indigenous), Asian, Oceanic, & African pantheons. Such as Fangying Shen (Chinese demigod child of Erlang Shen), Farah Kader (Black African West Asian Egyptian demigod child of Neith), Hiro Suzuki (Japanese Demigod child of Benzaiten), Siza-Ocllo Yacupaico (Quechua demigod child of Pachamama), Huemac Itzmoyotl (Náhuatl demigod child of Coyolxāuhqui), Meztli Dzal (Maya demigod child of Ixchel). 

They are known to sometimes place obstacles in the way of villains as a demigod of fog and mist. They are known to challenge mortal warriors. There are myths involving their enduring friendship with certain mortal artists and storytellers. They as a demigod granted full godhood divinity and immortality. 

An alien Iuyamanian and Etanxiian extraterrestrial hybrid. They are a shapeshifter as an alien hybrid. They are queer and trans as someone Indigenous third gender. Their masculine, feminine, nonbinary genderless, and androgynous gender forms reflect that. 

He/she/they are an alien Iuyamnian and Etanxiian alien hybrid. Iuyumanians are warm blooded mammal aliens with orange skin, yellow eyes, red hair, & red and black striped fur. Etanxiians are cold blooded reptilian and amphibian aliens with reptilian scales and avian feathers. Etanxiians also have green skin, blue hair, and purple eyes. His/her/their mother’s alien form and his/her/their alien form both reflect this. 

When he/she/they are in his/her/their transformed alien form without clothes or worn armor the reptilian/amphibious aspect of their heritage lets his/her/their male and female external genitalia become internal and his/her/their other genitalia merge with other aspects of himself to form a cloaca. The mammalian aspects of his/her/their heritage and fur highlight and define his/her/their body while at the same time providing discreet concealment. The reptilian aspect of his/her/their heritage provides him with natural armor as a result of scaled skin with a slightly iridescent sheen.

They as an alien hybrid received their powers naturally as a mutant through biological or genetic mutation.

Alien hybrid mutant with being a shapeshifter as mutation 

Mutant who got other mutant powers through chemical mutation because of a super soldier serum injection with red, blue, green, & purple ooze in vials.

His alien hybrid mother and alien hybrid aunts and uncles as mutants received their mutant powers through temporal, esoteric, spacial, chaos, quantum, dimensional, or reality mutations.

As mutants they are immune to further mutations so chemical or biological weapons or infestation like Zerg, Flood, or Tyranids

Bionic/Cyborg as someone with firmware and software implants and bionic and cybernetic implants and enhancements.

Height: 

Regular Human Height:

Depends on gender and gender identity.

He/she/they have transformed gender forms and untransformed gender forms.

He/she/they have a 5’10” and 5’11” male masculine untransformed form that identifies with he/him pronouns. 

He/she/they have a 6’0” and 6’1” female feminine untransformed form that identifies with she/her pronouns. 

He/she/they have a 6’2”  and 6’3” nonbinary genderless untransformed form that identifies with the pronouns of they/them. 

He/she/they have a 6’4” and 6’5” nonbinary androgynous untransformed form that identifies with the pronouns of xer/xers. 

Super soldier height:

As a super soldier after experimentation and enhancement of the super soldier program:

Masc form: 6 feet

Femme form: 7 feet 

In power armor: 

Masc form: 7 feet 

Femme form: 8 feet

Demigod Height:

Masc: 7 feet

Femme: 8 feet

Alien Form Height: 

Masc: 9 feet 

Femme: 10 feet tall

God/goddess true form: Tallest mountains or volcanoes with armor and weapons the size of skyscrapers. 

Weight: 

Depends on gender and gender identity. 180 to 200+

Deity form: Metric tons. 

Body Type: 

Lean, tone, & athletic body type

Athletic, fit, graceful, lean, lithe, nimble, slim, slender, toned, willowy. Masculine alien hybrid form 

Herculean, muscular, stocky, strapping, tall, towering, toned. Feminine alien hybrid form

Strongman physique for masc kane divine form

Built, muscular, statuesque, imposing, buff, & strong body type for wahine/vahine femme divine form 

Appearance:

B,H,W or Bust, waist, hip measurement: 

5’10” to 5’11”: 38/32/38 

6'0” to 6'5”: 40/34/40

Hairstyle:

Human Form:

He/she/they like short hair styles. 

He/she/they like the pompadour, clipper cut, pixie cut, or crew cut. 

He/she/they like medium to long hairstyles 

Afrocentric hairstyles of braids, twists, & dreadlocks

Fade haircut 

Afro Hawk haircut 

He/she/they have a clipper cut, crew cut, high and tight, Ivy League, pompadour, or clean shaven hairstyle in masculine male form. It’s tightly coiled. It is a tall or high Afro tapered on the sides. With a low skin fade with a design and locs on top. The design shaved into their low skin fade is a sacred geometrical alien extraterrestrial symbol. The locs are braided with alien metal braids as an alien hybrid superhuman. The locs are beaded with divine wooden beads as a divine demigod metahuman. Some parts of the locs are dyed red, blue, purple, or green. 

Long ponytail that is partly shaved in a punk look. Single or double three strand flat braid. When in female form when shapeshifting as a metamorph, changeling, or shapeshifter. Sections of his/her/their hair are adorned and braided with divine bamboo wood beads, ash wood beads, elm wood beads, holly wood, & pine wood beads. Sections of his/her/their hair are braided with alien metal bronze, silver, & gold metal braid beads. 

They also wear their hair in a bouffant hairstyle. He/she/they structured part of his/her/their loosely knotted or twisted pinned up buns with divine silver, brass, & gold wire. Sections of his/her/their hair are adorned and braided with divine bamboo wood beads, ash wood beads, elm wood beads, holly wood, & pine wood beads. Sections of his/her/their hair are braided with divine bronze, silver, & gold metal braid beads. 

Hair texture:  Fine, lush, luxuriant

Hair look/state: Brushed, voluminous, shiny

Alien Form:

Bundles of tendril, cord, or tentacle-like hair similar to Yautja Predators or Zerg infested Sarah Kerrigan that are tied together in a long ponytail. His/her/their bioluminescent cord, tentacle, or tendril-like hair help with telepathy and empathy. They help them breathe, see, hear, & taste. These tendril-like hairs are braided with alien metal and divine wooden beads. This alien hair is an important link to their alien extraterrestrial culture. The tendril, cord, or tentacle-like hair comes out of a head crest of his/her/their alien skull.   

Hair color: 

When not transformed: Black. 

When transformed: white, red, gold, blue, green, or purple.

He/she/they have light brown, to dark brown, to black hair in his/her/their untransformed form

Facial hair: Permanently clean shaven cuz of an accident using an alien laser (from their alien hybrid mom’s alien grandmother) as a shaving razor as a teenager 

Body hair: 

Color: Black

Chest: none 

Back: none

Arms: a lot 

Legs: a lot 

Eye color: 

When not transformed: Dark Brown. 

When transformed: white, gold, blue, green, red, or purple.

He/she/they have dark brown to black colored eyes.

Skin color: When not transformed: As an Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native their skin tone is terra cotta, russet, ochre, sepia, or umber. Kissed by the sun. 

When transformed: gold, blue, green, red, & purple.

Their bioluminescent skin absorbs solar radiation, lunar energy, cosmic energy, & natural energy to give them superhuman and supernatural strength, perception, endurance, speed, lifespan, intelligence, agility, senses, durability, reflexes, and flexibility. The absorbed solar radiation, cosmic energy, and lunar energy also powers their optic blasts, energy blasts, breath blasts, & flight as an alien hybrid

Age: 

Middle aged. Has longevity as a demigod metahuman and alien hybrid superhuman with a supernatural and superhuman lifespan.

Born in the 22nd Century. Currently alive in the 60th century as a metahuman and superhuman

Birthday: 

Libra Dog

Shoe Size: Depending on gender form size men’s 11 to 20 or women’s 10 to 20 

Scar marks: 

Healed scars from experimentation. Healed scars from torture and interrogation. Healed scars from self harm caused by mental illnesses.

Extra features:

Alien Form:

His/her/their transformed form has alien hair, skin, & eyes. 

His/her/their transformed form’s body is covered in mammalian fur with stripes, avian feathers, and reptilian and amphibian scales (that covers his/her/their chest, back, arms, & legs). 

His/her/their transformed form has webbed clawed (retractable) hands with opposable thumbs and webbed clawed (retractable) feet with opposable toes. 

His/her/their transformed form has a prehensile chimera tail that is covered in avian feathers and reptilian scales. 

He/she/they are an alien Iuyamnian and Etanxiian alien hybrid. 

Iuyumanians are bipedal warm blooded mammalian aliens. Iuyamanians have orange skin, yellow eyes, red hair, & red and black striped mammalian fur. Iuyumanians have clawed (retractable) hands with opposable thumbs and clawed (retractable) feet with opposable toes. Iuyamians have a prehensile tail. Iuyamanians have a lion-like mane, dire wolf-like lupine canines, lupine gray wolf-like ears, dire wolf-like snout, kitsune nine tailed fox demon-like whiskers, & retractable smilodon-like saber teeth. They have four eyes. They are bipedal and quadrupedal and are capable of running faster on four legs. They can reach speeds of up to 120 miles per hour and can run 80 miles per hour for hours.  

Etanxiians are bipedal cold blooded

 reptilian, avian, & amphibian aliens with avian feathers, reptilian scales, and amphibian scales. They have reptilian scales, non-corporeal ethereal avian feathered wings that allows them to fly at 350 miles per hour. Etanxiians have webbed clawed reptilian hands and webbed clawed feet. Ethanxiians also have green skin, blue hair, and purple eyes. Etanxiians have a reptilian prehensile lizard tail. They have three eyes. Etanxiians when in reptilian form have reptilian retractable serpentine fangs and forked tongue. When in avian form Etanxiians have a avian raptor beak, avian eyes that see near 360 degree vision, and avian raptor clawed feet with talons.

His/her/their mother’s alien form and his/her/their alien form both reflect this. 

Reactive Adaptation: They adapt constantly and get stronger when either pushed to the brink of death. They then heal after life threatening injuries thanks to their healing factor, superhuman healing, constitution, and durability. They are often revived after dying. They adapt constantly and get stronger when fighting someone equal or beyond their level. They adapt very quickly whether it be magical or energy based attacks. They steadily grow more powerful and efficient the more they struggle. They recover quickly from injuries. They adapt quickly when learning their opponents movements, strengths, strategies, weaknesses, and attack patterns. They then can read their next attack minutes or seconds ahead.

Dominant, potent, or latent genetics. The First Born or Scions or Etanxiians or Iuyamians. A race of highly advanced beings with extremely potent and developed genetics.  They were advanced by a tier zero or tier one species of alien humanoids called the Titans, Primordials or First Ones who experimented with their dna or genetics on a species wide scale. The Iuyumanians and Ethanxiians can create offspring with other humanoid races. Those hybrid children can become just as powerful, if not more powerful, than their full alien humanoid parents. They are compatible with other alien humanoids, alien hybrids, divine beings, demigods, cyborgs or bionics, and augmented and enhanced humans. 

Species Creation Story:

Uplifted from primitive origins by the First Ones, Primordials, Creators, Progenitors, or Titans. They are highly social. They went through several periods of advancement, stagnation, & regression. Several similar humanoid species that united to one alien species after allying and interbreeding with each other. Each species has several races and many cultural identities. They united themselves into tribes and clans of nations or kingdoms of confederations, empires, federations, and factions. 

Species with vast superhuman abilities like superhuman: strength, perception, awareness, intelligence, endurance, stamina, constitution, agility, dexterity, flexibility, and speed. Have vast psionic and biotic powers including natural telekinesis, empathy, teleportation, forcefield, time control, & telepathy. They can run several parallel thoughts and scenarios simultaneously in seconds.

The First Ones, Titans, or Primordials were an ancient, technologically and psychically advanced intelligent species of humanoid alien beings. They established an interstellar empire across the Andromeda Galaxy, Antennae Galaxy, Bode’s, Cartwheel, Circinus, Condor, Eye of God, Fireworks, Milky Way Galaxy, Needle, Pinwheel, Sombrero, Spider, Sunflower, Spider, & Whirlpool Galaxy tens of millions of Terran years ago. The Primordials ruled over the universe before the development of most of the other sentient species of the multiverse. This empire or federation was later given to the Iuyamnians and Etanxiians. The Primordials had been the first species to attain sentience in the galaxy and the first species to cross the galaxy making them also the first star-faring species in galactic history.

A humanoid species that can sustain themselves on only solar radiation, light, lunar rays, air, spiritual energy, water, natural energy, and oxygen. A peaceful and benevolent species who were busy with studying and propagating sentient evolution within the universe. Even death was no barrier. For when the First Ones, Primordials, or Titans spirits eventually left their nigh mortal bodies. They dissolved peacefully back into the cosmos to be reborn again in new forms.

The Titans or Primordials possessed extremely advanced technology, superhuman powers, supernatural lifespan, and potent psychic or psionic powers. A gentle and benevolent sentient species, the Primordials or Titans, wished to nurture the younger, sentient species of the galaxy and spread life and intelligence across the universe. On their travels, the Primordials, Titans, or First Ones seeded many worlds across the multiverse with life. They also encouraged the development and advancement of indigenous intelligent life. Some of them chose to experiment on these species on a galactic scale creating the psionically powerful Iuyumanians, Yuganians, and Etanxxians.   

The Primordials or Titans believed that all life was useful and had value. They are known to have brought about the rise of numerous new sentient species. They impregnated millions of worlds with new life which they made their own. Only a Precursor, Celestial, Necrons, Forerunner, Ancient Human, or Xelnaga comes close to their power and technology. 

They were capable of extracting an individual's complete mental and emotional thoughts, biological patterns. and memories. That could then be encoded in either another biological body, in an inorganic (like a robot or synthetic), or stored as data on a terminal. An individual's pattern could also be imprinted over another body in a clone. They had the technology to reproduce entire individuals from encoded DNA/RNA protein samples in data streams.

They utilized various camouflaging technologies, which generated visual, textile, & auditory delusions and distortions that could effectively hide the user or users from even starship's sensors. 

Their sensors were capable of instantaneous scanning and detection across interstellar distances. The sensors were also highly accurate. They were capable of providing a detailed analysis of a planet's geological and ecological composition from lightyears away. They used an advanced form of communications, allowing instant data transfer over vast distances. These communications were routed over encryption protocols which could be used to track the source or destination of the communication. 

Their warships could be enormous in scale. From around a hundred to even several kilometers in length. They explore the universe in world ship-sized artificial starships the size of planets to colonize and terraform moons, comets, asteroids, planetoids, & planets.

They created a network of slipspace portals for high-traffic slipspace transit across the galaxy. They had slip space and warp drive faster than light drives to travel through star systems, realities, galaxies, dimensions, universes, timelines, & multiverses in the omniverse. They had mastered many other methods of higher-dimensional manipulation. They were capable of altering the fabric of time and space. They created a nexus of gateway of interconnected portals to go anyway in the star system, galaxy, nebula, in universe, multiverse, & omniverse no matter the timeline, reality, or dimension. 

They had an unparalleled knowledge of quantum science, which enabled them much of their sophisticated technology. Even after billions of years, First Ones, Ancient Ones, Titans, or Primordials technology still advanced at a comparatively rapid rate. With a number of new breakthroughs and developments occurring within even a single decade, century, or millennium.

They had mastered the use of various energy fields. From fields to manipulate gravity and magnetic fields. To fields used to restrain individuals to even armies. Fields used to block the movement of entire fleets or armadas of ships. To the containment and collection fields they used to harness entire stars for energy production. Entire planets could be made habitable even in conditions of lethal stellar radiation with planetary shields.

Their technological achievements were without parallel in the known universe. They managed to create solidified surfaces out of light with hard light. They could use slipspace to teleport between locations almost instantaneously across the galaxy. 

They were able to travel across the star systems in seconds, across galaxies in minutes, or across the universe in hours through the development of transdimensional warp space or slipspace technology. They were also able to travel through the multiverse through a network of interconnected warp gates that instantaneously connected their far-flung outer rim interstellar colonies throughout the galaxy.

They could create numerous forms of advanced machinery. With the surrounding materials with the use of advanced robotic humanoid androids, synthetics, or robots. They built world ships to colonize and terraform the stars. They constructed artificial planets and star systems. They terraformed planetoids,  asteroids, comets, & planets. 

They were behind the creation and advancement of several sentient species. They monitored the evolution of other sentient species throughout the universe. Intervening in ways that ensured their civilizations would follow paths of peace free of conflict ending rampant militarism, ending wars (proxy wars, global wars, civil wars, and intergalactic warfare), stopping climate catastrophe, ending rampant capitalism (of global billionaires and intergalactic trillionaires), ending famine, ending planetary hunger, stopping genocide, building infrastructure, & helping education. 

Their technology is remarkably resilient, being able to remain intact for over a hundred millennia. They are inherently patient as a species. Even before attempting to journey out into interstellar space of their star system or galaxy. They made an extensive study of astronomy, quantum mechanics, physics, and astrophysics.

The technology of their species rivals that of the Xel'naga, Old Ones, Forerunners, Oans, New Gods, Kryptonian, Eldari, Protoss, Tamaraneans, Martians, Necrons, & Thanagarians. Responsible for creation and advancement of several alien species. Exiting their home solar system after colonizing and terraforming their home solar system. After discovering faster than light travel and warp technology left their solar system.

They started to procreate with other sentient technologically advanced species in the cosmos integrating their civilization with theirs joining each other in an intergalactic empire or federation with the Iuyamians chief among them as their defenders. For millennia their technology was sophisticated and their empire thrived. They entered the sphere of fantasy and science fiction. 

They are an ancient and highly advanced species of humanoid aliens whose vast empire federation, confederation, or empire of planets extends the width and breadth of a known galaxy.

They terraformed settlements on other planets in the universe. They built colossal space stations and giant mobile planets. They built  an intergalactic flotilla of naval dreadnoughts, battleships, carriers, and battlecruisers the size of world ships shielding their intergalactic empire or federation. 

Eons ago, in a period of growth their species reached out amid the cosmos in search of new planets, solar systems, & galaxies to inhabit. They fabricated colonies on other planets, solar systems, & galaxies and made colossal technology to terraform them. For epochs their species prospered fulfilling phenomenon never seen before. 

They are armed with ballistic, hard light weaponry. They use walking tanks, battle walkers, mecha suits and powered armor suits. They created simple and dumb AIs and advanced complex AIs. They created hover vehicles. They live on advanced planets and have technology and resources that far exceeds futuristic earth's and Terran federations technology. They command a federation or empire or several humanoid species. This is an alliance of individually advanced alien species.

Is Lord/Lady Nex the omnipresent, omnipotent, omni powerful, & omniscient primordial being a First Born, First One, Ancient One, or Titan? 

They were at war with another species. The Corpse Makers. A highly advanced alien race of extremely powerful and militaristic humanoids. The ruling species of the empire. They are considered to be intergalactic conquerors and have colonized and conquered millions of worlds to expand their empire. They want to expand their empire by conquering other terraformed and colonized asteroids, planetoids, comets, planets. They wish to rule the entire universe. They are known and feared across the multiverse as a merciless and ruthless militaristic and capitalistic species. They are endowed with superhuman superpowers, powerful psionics, and aided by advanced technology. They are ruled by an intergalactic emperor and empress. Each planet is ruled by an emperor and empress or high king and high queen. They are similar to Viltrumites or Saiyans. They demand loyalty and obedience from their subjects. They would try to conquer with full scale invasion or through machinations and intrigue or their high command. If species didn’t join their empire willingly they were exterminated with intergalactic genocide. Either by global genocide or by obliteration of their home planet itself with a super weapon. They are the enemy of the Iuymanians, Yuganians, and Etanxiians.

Aquatic Form:

They have an aquatic bipedal form for swimming underwater that looks like a were shark. This form has mako shark skin on their body, magical elemental hair made out of seawater, mako shark fins on their body, great white shark fin on their back, webbed clawed feet, webbed clawed hands, seven inch megalodon like teeth in their mouth, bull shark gills on their neck and chest, tiger shark stripes on their arms and legs, glowing blue eyes, kaluga fish fins on their face, blue and green sturgeon like fish scales on their body, a great white shark tail, whale shark spots on their chest and back, & a humanoid merfolk or triton like face. They have glowing bioluminescent skin. They have glowing ethereal Atlantean tattoos and Atlantean characters on their bodies. 

They have Indigenous Pasifika tattoos on their face, neck, chest, back, arms, & legs. They wear Indigenous Pasifika jewelry such as bracelets, rings, & necklaces. They wear shark tooth necklaces. They wear Atlantean steel combat armor decorated with sea turtle, manta ray, shark, & dolphin designs. Their weapons are Atlantean swords, axes, spears, clubs, & war hammer made out of atlantean steel. They rule with a five pronged quident made out of Atlantean steel and a circlet of power made out of precious metals and decorated with gemstones. These weapons are enchanted with arcane elemental magical water and serrated with seven inches long megalodon shark teeth. They can swim up  to 200 miles per hour. 

As a Bionic/Cyborg:

Cybernetic Implants:

Bionic Enhancements:

Cybernetic and bionic implants for superhuman senses of touch, taste, hearing, smell, & sight 

Electromagnetic spectrum for superhuman vision including ability to sense gamma radiation, microwaves, x rays, & radio waves

Weapons implanted in a bionic arm or leg 

Sensors for biometric analysis for lie detection

A built in net connection at any location that has wifi

Storage compartments in a bionic limb

Built in armor around vital organs

Ballistic, plasma, energy, laser: bullet and arrow dodging through a sensor detects incoming projectiles

Cooling or heat radiating mechanism that allows the implantee better heat or cold resistance

Sensors that can pick up RF or electrical activity

Configurable vocal tract that can emulate the voices of others well enough to fool voice print recognition systems.

Voice synthesizer to imitate another's voice and/or other sounds.

Computer riding shotgun in the visual cortex that looks for patterns and movements humans don't easily notice that functions as a counter to most forms of camouflage.

Internal oxygen supply with hours of breath in an oxygen deprived area. Refills using the implantee's breaths at the same rate as usage.

A targeting computer that can fire a weapon much more quickly and accurately.

The ability to plug in a micro-manipulator arm that can perform very delicate repairs

The ability to plug into a powerful exoskeleton of power armor or frame of a mech suit

Replacement nervous system is immune to the effects of electric shocks

Has many mod slots for upgrading and customizing nano machines, cyberware, cybernetic implants, & bionic enhance

ments 

Brain computer interface that allow uploading and downloading data

Can plug in to hack holographic computers, holographic smartphones, holographic televisions, & other electronics through cybernetic and bionic fingers

Transfer their consciousness to another suitably equipped body

Co-processor  built in computer with software that can carry out numerical computations. Other domain-specific AI (e.g. voice recognition, pattern recognition) that can carry out much better than an unmodified brain can.

Hive consciousness: brain can tap into a network of other, similarly equipped brains (where reception is available) and can share skills or knowledge in some manner.

Human metal and alien metal enhanced and augmented skeleton for supernatural strength, endurance, and durability. Almost impossible to break bones. Combined with other cybernetic and bionic enhancements.

Carbon nanotube bone augmentation for near unbreakable bones.

Metal reinforced joints for supernatural agility, flexibility, speed, & reflexes

Nanorobot muscle cell augmentation

Muscle reinforcement and enhancement for increased strength, reflexes, stamina, durability, speed, endurance, flexibility, agility 

Microchip implants that allow fast diagnosis and monitors health in real time

Ability to grow metal claws over their biological claws 

Has nanomachines for supernatural healing

Holographic Skin that can change elements of appearance: skin color, hair color, eye color, etc.

Active Camouflage for invisibility by bending light with a field of energy. Active camo that is able to render the user invisible or nearly invisible, to the naked eye. Also works against many forms of electronic scanning. The active camouflage warps light around the user's body in such a fashion that surfaces behind the user are visible through the user's body. 

Smart camo that blends in with the environment with camouflage that after coming into contact with almost any surface replicate both its pattern and texture. Multiple surfaces could be mimicked at the same time. Works against thermal scanning.

Cybernetic eyes with Cortical Implant with night vision, thermal vision, x-ray vision, ultraviolet vision, etc.

Internal Weapon Bay with compartments for hidden weapons. 

Neural interface to download information from a digital store.

Cyber and bionic brain with implanted external memory

Modified brain to have a better sense of smell, sight, hearing, taste, & touch.

Enhanced legs with greater speed, agility, flexibility, & stealth capabilities. 

Sub-dermal plating with armor that protects against tissue damage. 

Dermal carbon nanotube to make skin highly resistant to damages.

Increased density of fast-twitch muscles to increase reaction time

Increased nerve density to grant better body control and higher degree of dexterity.

Auto-releasing implanted drug suppositories with stimulants, drugs, medicine, etc. 

Bionic heart with increased endurance, stamina, constitution.

Bionic liver, lungs, kidneys, etc. with immunity to most poisons, drugs, & alcohol.

Chemical sensors to give targeted ultra sensitive smell.

Chemical sensors to give targeted ultra sensitive smell and taste

Ultrasound sonar to aid vision and let the user see inside things.

Tiny magnetic crystals attached to neurons so the user can feel magnetic and electric fields like a shark.

Subdermal micro machines that can restructure the user's face making them look like anyone they want at will.

Extra rods and cones to allow for greater perception of color, modified rods and cones to see into the infrared or ultraviolet, reflective layer at the back of the eyes (like cats) for user to have better night vision.

Small mechanical heart that kicks in at full power during times of stress/exertion 

Modified ears to hear better.  

Shockskin. It's a layer of capacitors and conductors implanted just under the skin. It is arrayed in a lattice over prosthetics. It administers an electrical shock to people they touch with it if activated.

Shock nodes on legs, knees, knuckles, & elbows for unarmed combat

Increased clotting to help staunch wounds

Decreased pain sensitivity

Prosthetic cybernetic or bionic eyes with immunity to over-stimulation from bright lights or stun weapons like flashbangs

Prosthetic eyes capable of linking up with a "smart-link" weapon scope

Bionic and cybernetic enhanced brain capable of “full immersion diving" while on the internet, computers, or brain hacking. 

Bionic and cybernetic brain capable of bio scans with upgraded firewalls to prevent brain hacks

Bionic brain with upgrades to enhance any type of hacking/brain hacking

Blood/organ nanites to help the immune system and help repair damaged cells, tissue, & organs as necessary.

Nano technology allows a faster and safer healing process and an enhanced immune system.

Auto-releasing implanted drug suppositories (combat stimulants, medicine, stimpacks, pain suppressants, etc.).

Internal bladders of drugs to be released on mental command, ranging from painkillers, to insulin, to berserker combat enhancers.

Homing devices for tracking targets

Extra metal limbs. Other than summoning extra magical ethereal limbs to hold several weapons in combat. There are a wide variety of additional limbs you can interface with. It has the same selection as prosthetics. They are especially of use to those who want to have the benefit of cybernetics or bionics but wouldn't give an arm and a leg for it. They are attached usually in a non-invasive manner. With harnesses and electro-adhesive pads, and or interface using high speed wireless. They have extra metal limbs for faster inventing or lab testing as a scientist. When out of power armor they can interface with extra metal limbs by wireless connections for combat or to help when inventing, engineering, science, creating etc.

Metal wings. There are a wide variety of additional limbs you can interface with. It has the same selection as prosthetics. They are especially of use to those who want to have the benefit of cybernetics or bionics but wouldn't give an arm and a leg for it. They are attached usually in a non-invasive manner. With harnesses and electro-adhesive pads, and interface using high speed wireless.

Super soldier (ways super soldiers are made in the cyberpunk science fiction near future and far future: cybernetic implants, bionic enhancements, alien plants, nanites, growth hormones, organs harvested from aliens, & super soldier serums)

Sex: 

Female. 

Assigned female at birth or AFAB

Gender: 

Non Binary

Mahu/Fakaleiti/Fa'afafine Indigenous Pasifika Third Gender of Oceania 

Third gender of Amerindian Indigenous people of South America 

Gender Identity: 

Nonbinary Bigender or Genderfluid

Has both male and female genitalia 

Sexual Orientation: 

Bisexual/Pansexual/Omnisexual

Pronouns: 

Regular pronouns: He/him, She/her, they/them. Neopronouns: Xer/xers. Ze/hir. Indigenous Pasifika: Oña 

Spirituality: 

Buddhist 

South American Indigenous Colombian spirituality 

Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika pagan.

Jaothean alien polytheistic pagan religion

Disabilities: 

Autistic as someone with autism

Kanai Makoa Latu/Attahua Kamalani Latu is a recovering addict and alcoholic. They used to use alien and magical drugs and alcohol as a metahuman and superhuman to deal with abuse and trauma. He/she/they is a former alcoholic who drank magical alcohol meant for demigods, gods/goddesses, & titans. He/she/they used magical drugs meant for magical spellcasters. They used magical alcohol meant for magical humanoids such as fae elves, dwarves, gnomes, goblinoids, & giantkin. He/she/they drank Spirit, Myth, & Devil’s Tongue. He/she/they were a former addict who used alien drugs meant for metahumans and superhumans. He/she/they used drugs meant for cyborgs and bionics. He/she/they used alcohol meant for alien hybrids and aliens. He/she/they were addicted to Blaze, Nitro, Supernova, Nightfall, Burnout, & Light Speed.

Neurodivergent: 

ADD or attention deficit disorder, ADHD or attention hyperactive disorder, OCD or obsessive-compulsive disorder, & hyperlexia.

Disfigurement: 

He/she/they are physically disabled as someone because he/she/they were disfigured in combat during war. 

Disfigured by a hard-light sword wielded by a female alien super soldier who fought for the Earth Space Military

Later had their right arm replaced with a bionic and cybernetic prosthetic arm

Later had his/her/their left eye replaced with a cybernetic and bionic prosthetic eye. 

He/she/they have a hard light and plasma burn scar from the top of his/her/their eyebrow to the bottom of his/her/their cheek.

Mental Illnesses: 

Depression, anxiety, panic attacks, schizophrenia, BD or bipolar disorder, BPD or borderline personality disorder, DID or dissociative identity disorder, & PTSD or post-traumatic stress disorder.

Hypersexual as a result of the trauma being a survivor of rape, abuse, assault, & domestic violence at the hands of three abusive exes (four armed female alien Migua, Atlantean sorceress Hinesy, and anthropomorphic alien wasp empress Ziewei) who were their ex fiances. Want to reclaim autonomy so they have sex on their own terms.

As a result of abuse and trauma:

It was similar to what happened to Indigenous Pasifika in those haole sanctioned schools in Oceania and Indigenous people in the residential schools in turtle island

Kidnapped in front of their childhood friends as their friends ran to call the aid of their Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid parents.

Blackbirded (or native kidnapped, exploited, and enslaved from their indigenous lands) from their home in Polynesia

Blackbirded (or native kidnapped exploited and enslaved from their indigenous lands) by metahuman and superhuman traffickers 

Blackbirded and forced to mine alien ore on colonized terraformed planetoids, asteroids, and comets colonized by the Terran Dominion

Blackbirded and forced to pick alien planets on alien crop plantations  on colonized terraformed alien moons and planets colonized by the Terran Dominion 

Human and alien non native settlers took advantage of their illiteracy of certain alien languages as a demigod and alien hybrid child. 

They were forced to pray to their gods instead of their own 

They were captured and taken to a place where metahumans and superhumans like them were forcibly assimilated by human and alien traffickers for the illegal space black market 

They were forced to speak their tongue instead of their own language

Their long hair as a Afro Latine and Asian Pasifika was forcibly cut and they were forced to wear unfamiliar and uncomfortable clothes to condition them

Generational trauma of Samoan, Tongan, and Hawaiian ancestors and Amerindian Indigenous of South America who went through similar things on earth because of English and Spanish settlers

Experimented on by the scientists of the settler colonizer government of earth as part of a black project on a black site to become a metahuman and superhuman child soldier till they were a young adult 

They were denied food and water to break them and to discourage others from rebelling against them as he/she/they were seen as the leader and protector of the others as the oldest 

When rebellion and escape was thwarted they were interrogated and tortured

Gladiatorial pit fighter that fought magical and alien humanoids, beasts, creatures, animals, & monsters for the enjoyment of rich human and alien elite on an alien planet 

Escaped and became a rebel soldier later rebel leader who fought against terra government once they learned Earth was responsible 

Captured and tortured by Earth and Terra government 

Brainwashed and mind controlled to become a metahuman and superhuman super soldier for the Terran Dominion space military to conquer worlds to expand earth’s dominion and hegemony over several solar systems and a few galaxies

Fought in proxy wars across Asia, Europe, Africa Oceania, Australia, and the Americas as a metahuman and superhuman child soldier when they were a child until they were a preteen 

Fought in proxy wars in many planets, several star systems, and a few galaxies as a metahuman and superhuman child soldier when they were a teenager until they were a young adult

Fought against Earth and the Terran Dominion after they were free through telepaths and empaths of the rebel army from the mind control and brainwashing (by human and alien telepaths and empaths of the Terran military)

Is stateless or someone without a nationality as a result and repercussion of him/her/them leading the rebellion, revolution, civil war, and insurrection against the Earth and Terran Confederation to take them out of power. Most were able to escape Earth, seek asylum in neighboring solar systems, or go into hiding in outer rim galaxies. 

Unfortunately the consequences for Valeria Garcia, Joanna Jacobson, & Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu, the leaders (of the insurrection, revolution, civil war, and rebellion) unfortunately are more severe. 

He/she/they were told if they returned home to Oceania or South America as an Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native they would be assassinated (by spec ops and black ops paramilitary operatives or military supersoldiers) or captured (and imprisoned on a black site prison planet) by the occupying settler government of Earth. 

After the creation of the Federation composed of the now independent and sovereign Sol, Vega, & Polaris Systems most were allowed to return home by the new intergalactic government of this cosmic alliance after the fall of Earth and the Terran Confederation. 

Brainwashed, conditioned, & mind controlled to become a supervillain without their consent 

Became an antihero out necessity yet didn’t agree with the current superhero ideology 

Chose to become a superhero out of their own choice and agency

As a demigod and alien hybrid he/she/they went through many demanding and grueling trials even for a metahuman and superhuman to become a champion and hero. After completing them once they died as a mortal they were given divinity and became a full god/goddess/third gender deity

Died several times. Few as a demigod. Few as an alien hybrid. Resurrected a few times.

Died stopping a super weapon from being fired stopping the Terrran Hegemony from committing intergalactic genocide. The reason they died stopping the super weapon is. The super weapon was going to be fired by the Terran hegemony/dominion/empire to commit intergalactic genocide to get a few star systems or a galaxy to surrender to them. They were sent to destroy it by a self-destruct button on a console deep inside the facility of the super weapon. The terran dominion/empire got wind of this and sent an agent to destroy it. Making them destroy it manually with a bomb. They died weaponizing the warhead and destroying the super weapon.  Died stopping the Galaxy Buster. 

When they died they were buried in a metal coffin to be shot out into space after a military funeral as a former super soldier. One of their alien spouses and partners who can fly using solar radiation picks up the coffin after using a star fighter. She flies out to the star system (of her home giant planet) that has a few suns, several moons orbiting each planet, & many planets orbiting the suns. She puts the spacecraft on autopilot and sets a flight path around the orbits of the stars, moons, & planets. She puts them inside a power armor with a jetpack. She proceeds to take them out of the coffin and opens up the cargo bay. She then has them absorb solar radiation, lunar rays, & cosmic energy from her star system to revive him/her/them by inputting the orbit to the ai of their personal power armor suit. 

After absorbing all these rays, energy, & radiation they are revived but also dangerously supercharged from all the excess energy and radiation. Like a few hundred percent more than normal as a demigod and alien hybrid. They were like a mini star about to go supernova. Their hair, eyes, skin, hands, feet, & mouth were blazing with energy. Optic blasts from their eyes, breath blasts from their mouth, & energy blasts from their hands were radiating with power. The power armor suit was able to absorb some of the excess energy to overcharge the defense and offense abilities of the suit but not enough to absorb all of the excess energy. Thinking that an enemy force comes to fight them, seeing them, their alien spouse and partner, & knowing some parts of their alien hybrid ancestry as a result of being an enemy of their alien hybrid mothers people. And the revived demigod and alien hybrid proceeds to fight them to burn the rest of this energy.

Died from stopping a large meteorite from destroying a space frigate. Kanaloa Hawaiian God of the Underworld in some more modern reimaginings. He is a student of Milu. He revived him/her/them. He/she/they met him in a metaphysical trial since he is a god of the underworld. It was a trial of reflection since he asked him/her/them to be introspective in this trial.

Died fighting for the rebel army against them once they were freed by allies that the ship cruiser frigate corvette or battle cruiser they were on was shot by plasma or laser batteries or cannons that shot them out into space and they died from lack of oxygen. The power armor suit was locked by the AI and it wasn’t permanent death but it does count as they were clinically dead for several minutes. Also has consequences on them physically mentally and emotionally after since death shouldn’t be a simple thing even for a demigod and alien hybrid character. A dream-like trial occurs in the afterlife before they come back to life. Haumea, the Hawaiian goddess of birth, talks to them in the afterlife to help their rebirth.

They were killed by a behemoth created by adamantine, mithril, divine iron, heavenly bronze, stellar titanium, & celestial steel and other magical metals. A monster made sentient by arcane and esoteric aether and nether. It was created by demigods, deities, & titans. It was commanded by enemy gods and goddesses. The being was sent to destroy a  county by enemy gods and goddesses upon hearing their demigod existence. It was sent by the Norse as a rival pantheon. It was sent as a result of Odin, old king of the Norse gods, learning the relationship between the Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid and their Norse demigod partners. The partners being Aesir Ylva Helga Olafsdottir (Asgardian and Vanir hybrid demigod child of Skadi) and Josefine Yrsa Hansen (Norse demigod child of Freya). He/she/they sacrificed themselves by overloading their alien hybrid and demigod powers to destroy the monster to save a county in a colony of indigenous and citizens of color that were targeted when it was sent to find him/her/them. 

They were revived by being placed in a healing vat or regeneration tank full of blue, purple, & green liquids that healed them as an alien hybrid. The healing vat also had nanites that repaired, upgraded, & customized their cybernetic and bionic implants and enhancements.

They were slain by a spear with a blade made by the strongest metals in the omniverse that cut through the chest of their power armor. The power armor’s weak point was exposed by an explosive javelin coated with unknown substances that pierced the back of their power armor. The javelin was thrown from across the battlefield. After it pierced their armor it exploded. It was created by remnants of the earth government and Terran dominion regime. It was wielded by a leader of the Forces of Evil. 

When they were brought back to life, because of how they died, what happened to them when they were alive, what happened to them in the afterlife, & how they were brought back to life.

Their mind was possessed, their heart was corrupted, their mana was contaminated, their soul was tainted, & their body was decayed. They had to be purified and healed by nanites, medicine, healers, potions, and magic when they were resurrected by talismans, charms, & amulets.

Main System: 

Kana’i Akana or Atamai Latu/Ataahua Akana or Alisi Latu

Plural Systems: 

Goes his/her/their South American Indigenous Ameridian name:

Cauã/Ceci Juruna

Goes by his/her/their Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika names: 

Hawaiian name: Kana’i Akana/Ataahua Akana

Tongan name: Atami Latu/Alisi Latu. 

Samoan name: Enele/Fiva Tofilau

Goes by his/her/their Asian name: 

Ryuu Kato/Haruka Kato or Guang/Biyu Wei. 

Goes by his/her/their Afro Latine name: 

Francisco Alejandro Diego Garcia Ochoa/Francisca Alejandra Maria Garcia Ochoa. 

Goes by an English name: 

Alexander Mack Taylor/Alexandria Macy Taylor.  

Goes by an Alien name: 

Zana Saani Kayuth Adrjin .

Goes by demigod and later god/goddess name: 

Makoa Kalani/Kamalani Kalani.

Insults:

Some of these are reclaimed words that they use to take away power from those who discriminate them like marginalized communities with certain slurs 

As an alien hybrid superhuman: 

Gene snatcher, xeno

As a demigod metahuman: 

False ones, half breed, cast off, outcast.

As a bionic/cyborg:

Rust dick, bolt brain, tin man’s bitch, cyber bastard, oil bag, socket fucker, bot, toaster, clicker, beeper, tin man, can opener, assisted, chip head, half fleshbag, scrap ass, tin tits, augmented, Siri, beep boop, Cortana, gear boy/girl, computer, calculator, toy soldier, clanker, wind up, scrap heap, cog, nuts and bolts, chrome dick, metal mind, chrome dome, droid, & wire head 

[silverxxs-world]

THUNDER ROSA

Vs

TIMELESS TONI

STORM (c)

AEW women’s championship

We got Nigel in place of taz

No face paint

Toni has face paint tho

Toni is going for the back

Power bomb

Samoan drop

DEATH VALLY DRIVER ON THE APRON

Oh no thunders back

THE STOMP

HEADBUTT

Mariah

DEONNA!!!!!

Hip attack

Cobra clutch

Lowblow and storm zero for win

My rating

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[imaxafterlife]

since lin manuel miranda joined disney the following characters have said "yo":

-samoan demigod of storms

-colombian young woman with super strength

-seagull

[rawiswhore]

Brian Pillman x Fem Reader- "Spanks for the Memories"

In 1997, the World Wrestling Federation was a strange mixture.

On one hand---you had Stone Cold Steve Austin raising both middle fingers, the beginning of the "Raw is War" slogan and intro with a heavy metal theme blaring and pyromaniacs, Mick Foley/Mankind cutting a promo where he talks about stepping on baby chicks, Shawn Michaels asking Bret Hart if he's had "Sunny days" (i.e. having sex with Sunny), Brian Pillman with a bloody face, the women's division at the 1997 Slammy Awards doing a bikini contest (and Sable wearing a swimsuit that left little to the imagination), Bret Hart cutting a profanity laced promo, and ECW (the edgiest, most violent, and not safe for kids wrestling company of the 1990's) invading the World Wrestling Federation at the beginning of 1997.

And at the end of 1997, you had the formation of D Generation X---who would spraypaint racist graffiti on black wrestler's locker rooms and frame others for doing it, stick parts of the Canadian flag up their nose and dry hump that flag, vow to appear naked on "Monday Night Raw" and have a strip poker match in the ring, shed their boxers off and reveal they're wearing thongs (and have a censored sign covering their private parts on television to imply they're naked), tell dick and sex jokes in the ring, Brian Pillman kidnapped Marlena and put her in his "XXX Files"--a series of videos where he implies to rape and have sex with her, Kane playing the Undertaker's terrifying brother who wears a mask that hides his burns, and Sable wearing a bikini that leaves nothing to the imagination.

But on the other hand...throughout 1997, you still had Rocky Maivia (who would later become the Rock by the way) playing this cheesy smiling Samoan babyface, RockaBilly (who would later become Billy Gunn) playing a country western/rockabilly singer,  the Godwinns playing some redneck farmers (and not badasses either), Bob Holly still playing a corny racecar driver, and Aldo Montoya playing a ninja (and not some badass one either).

In 1997, when Shawn Michaels raised 2 middle fingers at Stone Cold Steve Austin, a commentator would say "We apologize for that!" after Shawn raised 2 middle fingers.

So the WWF in 1997 was a strange mixture of being edgy and childish.

But isn't that how the WWE is somewhat now?

And even how the WWF was during the Attitude era.

On a "Monday Night Raw" episode near the end of the summer of 1997, Hunter Hearst Helmsley had a match against Brian Pillman, and you worked as Hunter's valet.

During the middle of the match, you interferred, where you carefully walked up the little set of stairs leading up to the ring, and the camera filmed and caught you walking up those stairs.

As you walked up those stairs, Jerry Lawler perked up on commentary, eager to see what you were about to do.

This was before you really started sexing yourself up in the World Wrestling Federation.

Many wrestling fans in the audience's eyes were all on you, awaiting to see what you'll do.

Instead of standing by the ropes to distract Brian, you slid and ducked your head under the top rope and carefully lifted one of your feet over the middle rope, where you slid your head as well as the rest of your body under the top rope, raising your left leg and foot and swerving it over the middle ropes to enter inside the ring.

You entering the ring shocked people and made them gasp.

"She's entering the ring!" Jim Ross exclaimed.

Brian, meanwhile, was busy trying to hurt Hunter, which angered you.

You stormed up to Brian in an attempt to slap him on the side of his face, but that was no use.

However, when you approached him and tried to smack him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down to his knees.

He squatted and crouched on the ring and laid you on top of his thigh, where you laid on his stomach and he had his iconic, huge, ear to ear Cheshire cat smile plastered on his face.

The fans gasped when you were pulled down to his knee, and many male fans were eager and awaiting, thinking you were going to get spanked.

Hunter, meanwhile, has been pummeled and in pain, unable to get up and rescue you.

You can easily try to roll off of Brian, but it's no use.

Brian grabbed the bottom of your dress, where he raised and pulled it up until your ass was showing.

Underneath your dress, you were wearing these lacy panties that weren't quite exactly a thong, the same kind of panties Stacy Keibler wore when she was spanked by the Big Show.

Many male fans in the audience got out of their seats and cheered when they saw your ass get exposed, some of them even whistling at you, giving you those cheesy wolf whistles as they're called.

They were guessing and knew what was going to happen.

Still keeping his evil, wicked smile on his face and with one of his hands raised up in the air, Brian's hand quickly swooped down to your ass, where his hand began to spank and smack both of your ass cheeks.

His hand didn't smack your ass cheek one by one, like his hand spanking one ass cheek and then the opposite one, his hand was spanking both of your ass cheeks at the same time.

Brian's eyes stared at your buttocks as he spanked them, whereas you were screaming, screeching and yelping in pain while his hands spanked your ass.

Brian can easily give you a wedgie by raising and pulling your panties up until they're buried in between your ass crack, that'll make it easier for him to spank you.

"He's spanking her in the middle of the ring!" Jim Ross roared on commentary.

Brian's hand was actually spanking the area of your ass cheeks were the skin of your buttocks were exposed.

Some parents were covering their kids' eyes, although these kids probably get spanked like that at home.

His hand was spanking your ass rather hard, so hard it was nearly turning pink.

Deep down inside, you love being spanked, in fact, you want it.

You would wear a thong, and I'll get to that later, but in 1997 the World Wrestling Federation was still somewhat kid friendly.

Hunter, however, turned his head and saw you getting mercilessly spanked and screaming out in pain, you even screamed for Hunter to help you.

Hunter became enraged and infuriated, where he raised himself up and angrily marched to Brian, attacking him.

While Hunter attacked Brian, you rolled yourself off of Pillman's thigh and managed to escape and crawl out of the ring, where you pulled your dress down until it was covering your ass again.

 Your hand was behind your back and rubbing your ass where Brian spanked you, where you watched this match standing next to the ring.

If Sunny could do these "viewer discretion is advised" promos where she wears a bikini while seductively lying down and sits in a bubblebath naked (although her private parts aren't shown), then you can get spanked on "Monday Night Raw".

This was before the World Wrestling Federation's Attitude era began.

And you can easily wear a thong under your dress while Brian spanks you.