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yuraimi-lee-bunny · 3 years

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Gray’s Character Analysis Part II. Empathy vs Ambition

Hello! Sorry if it took me a while to show the next part of my Gray’s analysis, but this part was a bit difficult for me especially in what order I should give it. You'll see what I mean as soon as you read. This part is going to be a little longer than the previous one and will explain some issues not only about Gray, but also about Carmen and VILE in general.

Thank you very much for the support of the previous analysis and I hope you like this too! Here we go!

As we already know, Gray is an orphan. And yes, it’s important to understand certain behaviors and ways of thinking about him. First, I want to explain a small detail of Black Sheep/Carmen so that Gray's decisions are understood in greater depth once he’s in VILE and his ease of trying to go far (and even the position of almost all VILE agents would also be understood usually)

Why does Carmen think and feel different compared to all VILE and especially Gray?

Simple: Empathy.

Now, it doesn't mean that Carmen is the only one who has empathy and others don't. Rather, Carmen's level of empathy is greater, deeper and broader. What caused it? Living in VILE was the first.

Yes, surprisingly it was that, VILE created her own "enemy" since they decided to give her a home on the former Island of VILE when she was a pretty baby. From the first episode, Carmen relates how stealing was a game for her and VILE Faculty was like her family in some way, especially Coach Brunt because her relationship was "mother/daughter." The other members of the faculty treated her well, they taught her the culture of thier countries and around the world, they gave her food and clothing, a large home, basic education and also living with many VILE students. But Black Sheep only knew the "basics" about VILE, because she lived with the belief that they only taught to steal all over the world, just a "the game of cat and mouse" but it didn't harm anyone, or so she believed.

Another very important factor helped Black Sheep's empathy to expand: Player. That's right, our little favorite hacker was very influential on her. First, because he was the first person she met, empathized and talked about her life outside of VILE. Black Sheep always wanted to know the world outside the island, and Player was his first contact outside the world, and a white hat hacker, his abilities used for good. Black Sheep never saw that as something bad or like a "enemy". On the contrary, he was her friend and appreciated him very much.

Last important factor: The archaeologist's words:

Black Sheep, the one who didn’t know anything about her roots, about her family, thought about how she wouldn’t like someone or an entire country and it’s people to live the same as her: not to know a part of her life. These factors caused that Black Sheep's empathy was different from that of VILE and her agents.

The other agents, although we don’t know their lives completely, the fact that we know that they’re orphans is enough to give us a glimpse that their lives haven’t been easy. The reasons why one can be orphaned are many, which can lead to sad experiences, hard, full of pain, others not of course, but being an orphan is to carry a great mark on your life. And in the end one must survive and get what he needs by his own hands if you are alone. But maybe have a brother, have a life partner, in these cases a brother/sister, can change everything, because you no longer feel alone in life, and you can create a bond of empathy, like Zach and Ivy. Or maybe not, like Shadowsan and his brother.

Sorry if it seems that I'm moving away from Gray, but I need you to understand how the VILE agents don't have a great connection and their empathy is lower because they don't know (or perhaps they do and not having good consequences) about their roots. To experience rejection more than once and for years. Of not having had a "family" or person to help them connect with the world and thereby seek and understand other people. Perhaps most of them had to survive alone. Or they got together with people of bad influences as seen with Shadowsan. They didn't have or lived the points that I mentioned about Carmen, or maybe they did, and even so they wanted to steal for mere enjoyment and get money easily. Everything is possible.

The fact that the faculty recruits students over 16 (it seems that it's from the age of 20 or is an approximate) is a great plan because it's 20 years of a habit of only trusting you, seeing for you and stealing for you, there comes a point where you live it with more enjoyment/play than just "surviving". A "vocational school" will provide you with a home, food, appreciate you for your stealing skills, without being without any communication, living for a year on an island, with people who have in common being an orphan and stealing, feeding your enjoyment of theft , that the faculty helps you find and develop skills to achieve a successful robbery, continuing to see it as a game and now see it in a professional way, which will make you survive forever, generates the idea that “it's okay to do it ”And you do it together like a family.

Graham and Black Sheep understood each other very easily and enjoyed spending time together most of the time. Antonio, Jean Paul and Sheena also considered them his friends, but not as close as Black Sheep. They communicated just by looking at each other, they understood each other easily, and they covered their backs. How to forget when as long as they didn't expel Black Sheep, Graham lied to the Faculty. He reassured her as long as he trusted that he would pass the exam and graduate from her. He felt very bad to realized that they wouldn’t graduate together. Gray somehow began to develop an empathy for Black Sheep. In the book he mentions to Black Sheep in detention:

“I know they say there is no loyalty between thieves, but we’re in this together right? I have always taken care of you”

Which shows that he appreciated her a lot, but being on the island and under their ideals, made him think that everything was to be in a “family”, everything was loyalty, he didn't realize it could be more than loyalty, but appreciation, the beginning of great empathy. He really knew her very well, her goals, her desire to be the best thief and always improve herself. He knew Black Sheep, but not the factors that would make her Carmen Sandiego.

The next thing I will say is more of a theory/assumption, not a fact: As I mentioned in the previous analysis, Gray is someone who wants to be successful, he's always going to prove it to himself and will give everything to achieve it. Being an orphan, perhaps he has affected him in some way, that at some point in his life he decided to just see for himself and show that he can be successful and that nothing would stop him. He's ambitious. But when he met Black Sheep, his empathy grew more, however, a “struggle” began within him between his ambition and his love for Black Sheep, a person outside his life, but who has lived with her so much that your appreciation is big. A fight, of which, throughout the whole series, Gray will never be aware, but with acts it is always demonstrated.

There is a sentence from him in the second episode that I always found very curious:

This is cute and talks about how much he appreciates Black Sheep to mention her well-being first.

"Criminal Career" Do you realize how much Crackle has thought about it? He doesn't see being in VILE as a game or something. He sees it as a "Career". Something tells me that if it were up to him, he would have set his sights on a position at the faculty. That he would be willing to do anything to achieve it.

At least as far as I'm concerned, Crackle wasn't going to kill the archaeologist because he's evil, or because he doesn't have absolute empathy, it's because he always tests himself to achieve his goals, for him, to start with his criminal career, was to abide by ALL the rules of VILE. He somehow affirms it:

Did he want to be successful? Did he want to have a great criminal career? He had to do EVERYTHING.

BUT!

His empathy reminder was there

and was still there

This, this expression says it all (This expression was the one that convinced me that Crackle wasn’t bad at all and from then on no one moved me from that belief). Deep down, Crackle wasn't so convinced of going that far either. Something in him, the empathy in him spoke and made him feel that such acts were too much for him. Carmen's words reached him. Deep down, he felt she was right. But what could he do? Although he listened to all of Carmen's story, even his ambition and all that year in VILE resonated more with him. Because he hasn’t lived experiences of strong empathy as Carmen already lived.

His goals are very big, he commits himself to them at any cost. But there is also still a place for her in his heart. Unfortunately, we don’t know in detail (or rather nothing) of how he reacted when Black Sheep managed to escape from VILE. But when he and Carmen Sandiego meet on the train, he asks so many questions because he doesn't understand what led her to do all this. As I said before: he didn’t know the factors that I mentioned at the beginning, and there was no time for them to talk about it. He no longer recognizes her, he only has his memories of Black Sheep and of course he misses her, but he doesn't understand that she is no longer Black Sheep, she is Carmen Sandiego:

He told her that because he believed that she was still thinking like Black Sheep, but no more.

I always liked this scene because it shows how Carmen is in the light and Gray is in the dark.

I can only say that he didn’t want to do it, he only did on VILE's orders, because of his ambition that he was almost going too far. But deep down he didn't want to, if only there was a proof… oh, yes there is, but this is not the time to move on to it ;D

In the end and as we know, Carmen defeats Crackle and she uses him to distract Devineaux. This is caught by the police, VILE saves him, and he "regrets" not having caught Carmen (he’s relieved that he had not killed her rather. Crackle NEVER wanted to.)

BUT

VILE can accept failures, but not be trapped by the Law.

So Crackle, since you've lived so many years for your goals and ambitions, let's see what happens to live as little as 18 months with just pure empathy.

It would be all with this part! Geez, I feel that I wrote a lot but it was necessary to tell all this! Believe me that doing this is making me better connect my ideas and understand better to Gray. I hope it’s also helping you, you like it and it makes you reflect. I want to know what they think and if they have any other points of view. I love talking about analysis with more people. The next part for sure will be shorter, but still very important, it’s the safest that if they have it in two days. Greetings!

Part. I Introdution

Part. II Empathy vs Ambition (HERE)

Part. III Amnesia and it’s Future Consequences

Part. III.5 Graham Calloway: The Walking Enigma

Part. IV Integrity At a high (and unfair) price

Part. V The final decision and a new beginning

Plus 1. Gray and his strange habit of explaining things

Plus 2. Crossover: Sabrina And Gray: New Beginning

Plus 3. Crossover: Hawk/Eli and Crackle/Gray: Redemption

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New Releases for the Week of May 3, 2021

It's great to see so many new books hitting the shelves this week. I know I've been waiting for several of these and am happy to be able to finally read them.

The Ones We’re Meant to Find by Joan He Roaring Brook

Cee has been trapped on an abandoned island for three years without any recollection of how she arrived, or memories from her life prior. All she knows is that somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, she has a sister named Kay. Determined to find her, Cee devotes her days to building a boat from junk parts scavenged inland, doing everything in her power to survive until the day she gets off the island and reunites with her sister.

In a world apart, 16-year-old STEM prodigy Kasey Mizuhara is also living a life of isolation. The eco-city she calls home is one of eight levitating around the world, built for people who protected the planet―and now need protecting from it. With natural disasters on the rise due to climate change, eco-cities provide clean air, water, and shelter. Their residents, in exchange, must spend at least a third of their time in stasis pods, conducting business virtually whenever possible to reduce their environmental footprint. While Kasey, an introvert and loner, doesn’t mind the lifestyle, her sister Celia hated it. Popular and lovable, Celia much preferred the outside world. But no one could have predicted that Celia would take a boat out to sea, never to return.

Now it’s been three months since Celia’s disappearance, and Kasey has given up hope. Logic says that her sister must be dead. But as the public decries her stance, she starts to second guess herself and decides to retrace Celia’s last steps. Where they’ll lead her, she does not know. Her sister was full of secrets. But Kasey has a secret of her own. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Meet Cute Diary by Emery Lee Quill Tree Books

Noah Ramirez thinks he’s an expert on romance. He has to be for his popular blog, the Meet Cute Diary, a collection of trans happily ever afters. There’s just one problem—all the stories are fake. What started as the fantasies of a trans boy afraid to step out of the closet has grown into a beacon of hope for trans readers across the globe.

When a troll exposes the blog as fiction, Noah’s world unravels. The only way to save the Diary is to convince everyone that the stories are true, but he doesn’t have any proof. Then Drew walks into Noah’s life, and the pieces fall into place: Drew is willing to fake-date Noah to save the Diary. But when Noah’s feelings grow beyond their staged romance, he realizes that dating in real life isn’t quite the same as finding love on the page.

In this charming novel by Emery Lee, Noah will have to choose between following his own rules for love or discovering that the most romantic endings are the ones that go off script. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

They Better Call Me Sugar: My Journey from the Hood to the Hardwood by Sugar Rodgers Black Sheep

Growing up in dire poverty in Suffolk, Virginia, Sugar (born Ta’Shauna) Rodgers never imagined that she would become an all-star player in the WNBA (Women’s National Basketball Association). Both of her siblings were in and out of prison throughout much of her childhood and shootings in her neighborhood were commonplace. For Sugar this was just a fact of life.

While academics wasn’t a high priority for Sugar and many of her friends, athletics always played a prominent role. She mastered her three-point shot on a net her brother put up just outside their home, eventually becoming so good that she could hustle local drug dealers out of money in one-on-one contests.

With the love and support of her family and friends, Sugar’s performance on her high school basketball team led to her recruitment by the Georgetown Hoyas, and her eventual draft into the WNBA in 2013 by the Minnesota Lynx (who won the WNBA Finals in Sugar’s first year). The first of her family to attend college, Sugar speaks of her struggles both academically and as an athlete with raw honesty.

Sugar’s road to a successful career as a professional basketball player is fraught with sadness and death–including her mother’s death when she’s fourteen, which leaves Sugar essentially homeless. Throughout it all, Sugar clings to basketball as a way to keep herself focused and sane.

And now Sugar shares her story as a message of hope and inspiration for young girls and boys everywhere, but especially those growing up in economically challenging conditions. Never sugarcoating her life experiences, she delivers a powerful message of discipline, perseverance, and always believing in oneself. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry by Joya Goffney HarperTeen

Quinn keeps lists of everything—from the days she’s ugly cried, to “Things That I Would Never Admit Out Loud,” to all the boys she’d like to kiss. Her lists keep her sane. By writing her fears on paper, she never has to face them in real life. That is, until her journal goes missing…

An anonymous account posts one of her lists on Instagram for the whole school to see and blackmails her into facing seven of her greatest fears, or else her entire journal will go public. Quinn doesn’t know who to trust. Desperate, she teams up with Carter Bennett—the last known person to have her journal—in a race against time to track down the blackmailer.

Together, they journey through everything Quinn’s been too afraid to face, and along the way, Quinn finds the courage to be honest, to live in the moment, and to fall in love. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Hurricane Summer by Asha Bromfield Wednesday Books

Tilla has spent her entire life trying to make her father love her. But every six months, he leaves their family and returns to his true home: the island of Jamaica.

When Tilla’s mother tells her she’ll be spending the summer on the island, Tilla dreads the idea of seeing him again, but longs to discover what life in Jamaica has always held for him.

In an unexpected turn of events, Tilla is forced to face the storm that unravels in her own life as she learns about the dark secrets that lie beyond the veil of paradise—all in the midst of an impending hurricane.

Hurricane Summer is a powerful coming of age story that deals with colorism, classism, young love, the father-daughter dynamic—and what it means to discover your own voice in the center of complete destruction. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Indivisible by Daniel Aleman Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

There is a word Mateo Garcia and his younger sister Sophie have been taught to fear for as long as they can remember: deportation. Over the past few years, however, the fear that their undocumented immigrant parents could be sent back to Mexico has started to fade to the back of their minds. And why wouldn’t it, when their Ma and Pa have been in the United States for so long, they have American-born children, and they’re hard workers and good neighbors?

When two ICE agents come asking for Pa, the Garcia family realizes that the lives they’ve built are about to come crumbling down. And when Mateo returns from school one day to find that his parents have been taken, he’ll have to come to terms with the fact that his family’s worst nightmare has become a reality.

With his Ma and Pa being held in separate detention centers, Mateo must learn how to look after his sister and himself. The choices Mateo makes, and the people he turns to for help, might reunite his family… or tear them apart for good. With his parents’ fate and his own future hanging in the balance, Mateo must figure out who he is and what he is capable of, even as he’s forced to question what it means to be an American teenager in a country that rejects his own mom and dad. — Cover art and summary via Goodreads

Counting Down with You by Tashie Bhuiyan Inkyard Press

Karina Ahmed has a plan. Keep her head down, get through high school without a fuss, and follow her parents’ rules—even if it means sacrificing her dreams. When her parents go abroad to Bangladesh for four weeks, Karina expects some peace and quiet. Instead, one simple lie unravels everything.

Karina is my girlfriend.

Tutoring the school’s resident bad boy was already crossing a line. Pretending to date him? Out of the question. But Ace Clyde does everything right—he brings her coffee in the mornings, impresses her friends without trying, and even promises to buy her a dozen books (a week) if she goes along with his fake-dating facade. Though Karina agrees, she can’t help but start counting down the days until her parents come back.

T-minus twenty-eight days until everything returns to normal—but what if Karina no longer wants it to? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

All Kinds of Other by James Sie Quill Tree Books

In this tender, nuanced coming-of-age love story, two boys—one who is cis and one who is trans—have been guarding their hearts to protect themselves, until their feelings for each other give them a reason to stand up to their fears.

Two boys are starting at a new school.

Jules is just figuring out what it means to be gay and hasn’t totally decided whether he wants to be out at his new school. His parents and friends have all kinds of opinions, but for his part, Jules just wants to make the basketball team and keep his head down.

Jack is trying to start over after a best friend break-up. He followed his actor father clear across the country to LA, but he’s also totally ready to leave his past behind. Maybe this new school where no one knows him is exactly what he needs.

When the two boys meet, the sparks are undeniable. But then a video surfaces linking Jack to a pair of popular transgender vloggers, and the revelations about Jack’s past thrust both Jack and Jules into the spotlight they’ve been trying to avoid. Suddenly both boys have a choice to make—between lying low where it’s easier or following their hearts. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Luck of the Titanic by Stacey Lee G.P. Putnam's Sons Books for Young Readers

Southampton, 1912: Seventeen-year-old British-Chinese Valora Luck has quit her job and smuggled herself aboard the Titanic with two goals in mind: to reunite with her twin brother Jamie--her only family now that both their parents are dead--and to convince a part-owner of the Ringling Brothers Circus to take the twins on as acrobats. Quick-thinking Val talks her way into opulent firstclass accommodations and finds Jamie with a group of fellow Chinese laborers in third class. But in the rigidly stratified world of the luxury liner, Val's ruse can only last so long, and after two long years apart, it's unclear if Jamie even wants the life Val proposes. Then, one moonless night in the North Atlantic, the unthinkable happens--the supposedly unsinkable ship is dealt a fatal blow--and Val and her companions suddenly find themselves in a race to survive.

Stacey Lee, master of historical fiction, brings a fresh perspective to an infamous tragedy, loosely inspired by the recently uncovered account of six Titanic survivors of Chinese descent.

#new releases #YALit

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LYRA BURKE is TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OLD and an UNSPEAKABLE in THE LOVE CHAMBER at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. She looks remarkably like MADISON ISEMAN and considers herself NEUTRAL. She is currently TAKEN.

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Wealthy and advanced are two words that KRATISTA FLINT would want to eventually use to describe her daughter, and Lyra herself would also want to use those words, but sadly not in the same way. The youngest child of Kratista and EELIS BURKE Lyra was the apple of her fathers eye and the perfect pawn for her mothers schemes. Once a Flint her mother had aspirations for the Burke name to hold the same weight as that of her maiden one and to her the way to do it was through advantageous marriages for both Lyra and her older brother CAIUS. By the age of six Lyra was fluent in French and Latin, knew how to play both the piano and the harp and had a collection of custom designs so large she needed a separate room in their Bloomsbury townhouse to house them all. Although Lyra was happy to better herself and understood her privilege well and accepted it she felt as though she was born for the sole purpose of advancing the family name, almost like a pig for slaughter, the slaughterhouse being the alter with a Pure-Blood prince. Much to her mothers dismay Lyra had an infinity for the Burke side of the family over the Flint side, and although Lyra did want to better the Burke name she saw the path to do so through hard work and excellent job prospects rather than marriage. Kratista blamed this element of her otherwise perfect daughter's personality on her husband's father CARATACUS BURKE. When Lyra and Caius are not having a multitude of lessons they spend their time with their grandfather in his shop, a weird and dark place Borgin and Burkes would frighten most children but the pair loved spending hours amongst the dark artifacts the shop contained, asking their grandfather about each one and the stories behind them.

It was at Borgin and Burkes the siblings first met ERIK BORGIN, the great nephew of the shop's co-owner CALLISTHENES BORGIN and an intriguing boy the same age as Caius. The trio quickly became inseparable, gawking over each new piece brought in to the shop and Lyra found another older brother in Erik, however, much to her dismay the pair headed off to school together leaving her behind with her mother and her schemes. After Caius and Erik had left for Hogwarts Kratista’s plans for Lyra’s life started to fall in to place when they began visiting the Black family as often as they were invited. Karista’s determination to move up in the world once again meant that she had her sights set on a marriage between Lyra and a member of the most noble house of Black, so much so that she had actually named Lyra after a constellation, as was the Black tradition, in the hopes it would give her a leg up in the race for their hand. Although Karista initially had planned for REGULUS, the jewel in the Black family crown, as Lyra’s name was in fact Burke rather than Flint she was instead offered the hand of SIRIUS BLACK who was the eldest Black brother but had alas already been marked as the black sheep of the family. On these visits the once friendly boy would keep his distance, Sirius would often escape to his room or fly on his broom in the garden of his townhouse. Thinking that Sirius was avoiding her because he thought he was too good to marry a lowly Burke, Lyra would instead spend her time with Regulus, teaching him French or listening intently to the stories he had read much to her mothers delight. Kratista thought she was rubbing off on her youngest child and that Lyra was in fact setting her sights on the more sought after Black, which of course was not the case.

Leaving for Hogwarts was one of the happiest days of Lyra’s life, no more did she have to keep her mother happy and could instead explore her own interests. Finding her cousin ROSALIE FLINT on the train the pair clung to one another for support and only hoped that they would follow in the family tradition and be sorted into Slytherin together. Watching Rosalie get sorted immediately into the correct house had Lyra nervous for her turn and correctly so, the hat took what felt like hours choosing between Slytherin and Ravenclaw but ended up deciding her determination to prove her mother wrong was a very Slytherin trait to possess. Dorming with Rosalie the pair fell into a friendship group with their roommates ANDROMEDA BLACK, ADRASTEIA GREENGRASS and AALIYAH GOSFORTH and found a home with them for the next seven years. Determined to explore all she could of life whilst away from her mother Lyra threw herself into her school work, her curiosity often getting the better of her the girl would spend hours after curfew reading and researching in order to get answers. Lyra particularly shone in Herbology and Potions, spending a lot of her free time in the greenhouses and potions classrooms creating concoctions well beyond the capabilities of a normal student in her year. Her intellect being a well known fact amongst her house led to her brother's friend RABASTAN LESTRANGE asking for help in subjects he struggled in and Lyra being as kind as she were, potentially too kind for her house, agreed happily. Rabastan was far more clever than he believed and if only he spent half as much time studying than he did having mood swings he would be top of his class which Lyra openly told him. Rabastan helped Lyra as much as she helped him, he brought out a more humorous and adventurous side to her that she was happy to see, instead of tutoring him in the library or common room instead he would persuade the girl out after curfew to study by the lake or astronomy tower.

Spending a lot of time with Rabastan opened her eyes to lots of new things, one being the world of Quidditch which she enjoyed immensely. He taught her the rules and how to play and soon enough she tried out for the position of Keeper and was accepted, making new friends in her teammates such as LUCINDA TALKALOT, EMMA VANITY and her own cousin DECIUS FLINT. Also amongst her teammates was Regulus, reigniting their friendship from childhood she spent a lot of her time with him and his friend SEVERUS SNAPE who shared her passion for potions. On the occasions where she would have the unfortunate luck to bump into Regulus when he was with his other close friend, NARCISSA BLACK Lyra would quickly end the meeting. A girl who clearly didn't have the time of day for Lyra although she couldn't for the life of you say why Narcissa served as a reminder of all the things she hated about what her mother wanted her to become so wasn't that interested in befriending the girl anyway. Her later years of Hogwarts saw Lyra’s more fun and playful side come into view, already being established as an academic and an excellent Quidditch player it was also time to assert herself into the funner side of life and she had the perfect friendship group to help her. On many occasions you would find the group of Slytherin girls sneaking in the Marauders parties in the Gryffindor tower and partying with all sorts of students. It was at these parties that Lyra started to hold a candle for her ex-betrothed Sirius, who had indeed been the black sheep and defied his family. Now with the freedom it allowed Lyra noticed how Sirous had come into himself and decided to admire him from afar, never being brave enough to approach him as she would only serve as a reminder of the life he left behind.

Using her academic success in potions to hers and other peoples advantage Lyra teamed up with Adrasteia who was also gifted in the subject to create concoctions perfect for these Gryffindor parties. Being personal favourites of the Potions master PROFESSOR SLUGHORN allowed the girls to use the potions labs whenever they wanted and so spent much of their free time creating drinks that could do almost anything. They made butterbeers that could sober you up, cocktails that gave you the courage to dance to the songs being played and even dabbled with shots that could get you to the right level of drunk in one gulp. It was however with this very drink that one of Lyra’s worst memories had been made, she had entered one of the many parties with a first draft of the shot in hand when she offered one to Rabastan - at his own risk - and had one to herself. The shot worked perfectly for her, and seemingly worked for him too, the pair having enough dutch courage in them to actually share a kiss. However it all turned south when the shot must have reacted to something Rabastan had already drank and he became so drunk he couldn't stand, the next day she apologised profusely and it became quite obvious, much to her dismay that the boy didn't remember anything from the night before. Hiding her new found feelings for the boy in the same place within her heart as she did with those for Sirius Lyra graduated Hogwarts at the top of many of her classes and was flooded with Job offers.

Deciding that a job as an Unspeakable in the love chamber was an excellent way to show her mother advancing did not necessarily mean marriage and to also fix the wounds of unrequited feelings Lyra moved away from her mothers clutches and in to a flat in Carkitt Market above the Hopping Pot with Andromeda and Adrasteia. Being extremely proud of her job Lyra spent a lot of time there, becoming close with ANNABETH PEBWORTH who was a Muggle-Born witch with the same kind-heartedness Lyra herself possessed. The pair got on swimmingly at work despite the difference in blood status, Annabeth never once expecting Lyra to be cruel for her blood and Lyra never once expecting Annabeth to be below her for hers. With blood status becoming increasingly more apparent in their society Lyra is becoming more and more aware of the people around her to all intents and purposes choosing sides. Not yet ready to admit that she will likely have to choose herself, she has buried her head in the sand looking for anything to distract her. The perfect opportunity came along however in the most terrible way, her cousin Rosalie went missing at the Yule ball just gone and popped up again two weeks later with no recollection of what happened. Caring wholeheartedly for Rosalie and not wanting to see her like this Lyra has made it her mission to use her researching skills to their advantage and is working with Rosalie to figure out what has happened to her.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality → Up To Roleplayer

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Societies → Pura Sorores

Family → Eelis Burke (father), Kratista Burke (mother), Lyra Burke (sister), Caratacus Burke (grandfather/boss), Dionysus Flint (uncle), Lotte Flint (aunt), Decius Flint (cousin), Rosalie Flint (cousin), Elijah Yaxley (uncle), Ismena Yaxley (aunt), Eleanor Yaxley (cousin), Victor Yaxley (cousin)

Connections → Andromeda Black (housemate/best friend), Adrasteia Greengrass (housemate/best friend), Aaliyah Gosforth (best friend), Regulus Black (close friend), Rabastan Lestrange (close friend/potential love interest), Erik Borgin (close friend), Annabeth Pebworth (colleague/close friend), Sirius Black (friend/potential love interest), Lucinda Talkalot (friend), Emma Vanity (friend), Severus Snape (friend), Narcissa Black (advesary)

Future Information → N/A

LYRA BURKE IS A LEVEL 6 WITCH.

#Lyra Burke #madison iseman #harry potter roleplay #new rp #marauders era rp #taken #taken neutral #taken witch #ministry #department of mysteries #magic

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mythgirlimagines · 3 years

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Ah! It’s so nice to be back with a new talentswap for this Tuesday! Don’t get too excited and run in the halls, for Myth Anon, the Former Ultimate Moral Compass is on the rise!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

Unlike Taka, who got his talent from his time as head of his school’s disciplinary force and as a hall monitor, MoralCompass!Myth got her talent from being a part of the student council, as well being the class rep and part of several extracurricular activities (such as the cheerleading, baking and literature club). On top of maintaining her high GPA, she has a natural charisma to her, due to her compassionate and ambitious attitude! This makes it easier for her to get the positions that she got, thanks to the great PR she gained from said attitude. She strives to find any way she can to improve her school, from kickstarting several fundraisers, to giving some funds to under-appreciated classes and clubs, such as performing and visual arts. She continues to carry her ambitious, go-getter attitude into her adult years, and especially as a chaperone to the Ultimates and Jr. Ultimates!

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RELATIONSHIPS

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Baseball Player

These two energetic and ambitious Anons have been best friends, ever since Myth was asked to tutor Wyre, when they were children. Their bond is still going strong well into their high school and college years, with the two Anons cheering each other on in their respective extracurricular activities!

Anon Scar, Ultimate Fashionista

While Myth prides herself on looking presentable, even she can’t understand Scar’s fashion choices. With large black wings, black and purple Lolita dresses and elaborate make-up, Myth can’t help but wonder who allowed Scar’s clothes to become trendy. Myth can’t help but admire Scar’s audacity in her fashion choices. But at least Scar herself is a decent girl underneath her “Fallen Angel of Beauty” persona.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Novelist

Myth is a massive fan of Fusion’s best-selling novels, particularly “Room 11037”, the story of a group of children in a pediatric hospital ward, eventually getting adopted by the kindly hospital workers. Imagine Myth’s surprise when her hero in literature turns out to be younger, yet taller than her. They regularly have talks about books over some hot cocoa and biscuits (that Fusion usually scarfs down before Myth can even sit down).

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Programmer

Between Fusion II’s flippant attitude and Myth’s overbearing and hyper attitude, it seems like Fusion II and Myth wouldn’t be able to get along. That was until they found out that they both liked the same novels and were both massive fans of Fusion’s novels in particular. Fusion II regularly lets Myth take a peek at her programs as a method of quality control.

Just Anon, Ultimate Biker Gang Leader

Considering Janon’s talent, it only makes sense that Myth would be wary when around Janon. However, no matter how many times Janon pushes Myth away, Myth is still determined to befriend Janon and turn him into a respectful member of society. But if Fusion II’s testimony proves right, Janon has a bit of a weakness for his two juniors and loves to be called “Janon-senpai”!

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Clairvoyant

Sparkle, or as she likes to call herself, “THE SPECTACULAR SPECTATOR SPARKLE”, is a bit of a mixed bag in Myth’s eyes. On one hand, Myth admires Sparkle’s charisma and boldness, reminding Myth of herself. On the other hand, Myth finds Sparkle’s talent to be completely bogus, even if Sparkle’s clairvoyance has a 33% accuracy rate.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Martial Artist, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Ultimate Gambler From their frequent cursed comments to their ethnically dubious talents, (considering that they run an underground fight club/gambling ring) even Myth is having a hard time finding anything good about this fearsome and dangerous duo. But she will never give up trying to find at least some good in them!

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Soldier

Ignoring the gruesome implications of Curious being a soldier at the age of 12, Myth found Curious to be a well-behaved and obedient young child. But Myth is heavily concerned at how Curious would describe their various endeavors in the army in excruciating detail and all with a straight face.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Swimmer

Even if Nerd is rude, hostile and foul-mouthed, Myth is dead-set on finding some good in the soul of this surly swimmer. Oddly enough, Nerd seems to get all red when Myth is around. He’ll never admit it, but Nerd finds this short, but spirited nerd adorable as hell!

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Detective

When Myth first met the tiny and paranoid detective, Myth has made it her goal to help this diminutive detective trust people again. It’s a slow and laborious task with Eldritch constantly calling them “sheep” and running away, but Myth is fiery and determined and won’t give up on anybody. Because giving up is not what a moral compass does!

Dream Anon, Ultimate Fanfiction Author

Myth and Dream managed to get along like a house on fire, bonding over their fiery and determined attitudes and their love for literature, particularly romance and mystery literature. Dream regularly uses Myth as a beta reader for her latest fan fiction, helping with grammar and punctuation. You can totally bet that Myth was all too happy to help!

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Lucky Student

Much like with Dream, Myth and Iris very quickly bonded due to their similar positive and energetic attitudes! Iris regularly looks up to Myth and wishes upon her lucky stars to be as charismatic and reliable as she is. Myth also regularly patches up Iris, whenever she has one of her usual clumsy spills.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Affluent Progeny

Because of Purple’s timid attitude, Myth isn’t really given many opportunities to socialize with her. Luckily, Myth is intelligent enough to understand Purple’s old-fashioned and verbose speech patterns, meaning that she is able to hold a coherent conversation with Purple. Myth also regularly gives pep talks to Purple, knowing how it feels to be in a leadership position.

Hopefully, Myth would be able to use her class rep and club leader charm to keep the morale of the Kibo-Con up!

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APPEARANCE

Myth prides herself on looking presentable and following the dress code. She wears a purple blazer over a pink sweater vest, a matching pink bolo tie and a white button up shirt. Tied to her right arm, is a pink and purple armband with “HEAD GIRL” written on the front. She also wears a blue skirt, black leggings and white and blue Mary Janes. She wears glasses and keeps her hair in a ponytail with a pink bow.

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PERSONALITY

MoralCompass!Myth is firey and determined compared to the more laid-back Romantic!Myth. Because she places heavy emphasis on her studies and club duties, MoralCompass!Myth‘s romantic skill is lacking, to say the least. But she is trying her best, scouring the best sources she can find on romantic attraction; romance novels! This tends to have mixed results. But she is so earnest and energetic at her romantic attempts, that it‘s adorable! No one can deny that she is a helpful, energetic, charismatic and almost stupidly optimistic soul, always seeing the good in everyone, even if they are delinquents. So I’d say that MoralCompass!Myth’s personality is like a mix between Kaito and Taka! —————————-—————————

What do you think of this earnest and optimistic Former Ultimate Moral Compass, Myth? Could you picture yourself as an Ultimate Moral Compass? Do you think Moral Compass Myth would make a great series of stories? I can picture it; a slightly klutzy and massively nerdy Moral Compass earnestly trying to see the good in even the most cursed or jerkish of individuals! See you next Tuesday with a brand new Talentswap, Myth!

-Fusion Anon

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I really, really like this version of me! I would love to see her in stories, haha! Also, I haven’t mentioned it on here yet, but something you could use in a future talentswap is that I had my hair cut to shoulder-length a few days ago!

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shadowtongued · 3 years

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long headcanon about the duality of love and the mahjarrat condition pertaining to it from his point of view. if you read all this babble i swear to god, i love you, i hope you have a good day. cw: sex addiction, child neglect, unhealthy coping, unrequited pains. reason for writing: hi i want to die bc of angst.

i think we all know even without playing medieval xp grind lore game, runescape, that sliske is old. very old. he tells us in endgame there's not much he hasn’t done with his life over thousands of years, even traveling to other planets and realms to just see what was out there and how far he could get. i’ve always projected his age as somewhere between more than 8,000 or even more than 10,000. we’re never given a timeline to how long the children of mah have lived. sliske has done a lot with his time; he’s killed a god, had quite a few elder relics in his grasp, SPOKEN to a elder god and managed not to die, mastered shadow magicks, has an excellent grasp on the shadow realm. he’s good with biology, chemistry, has a fair understanding of soul magic which is kind of a rare brand of knowledge, he’s tricked probably thousands into bad contracts to become wights in his army, understands the psychology and bad morals of people. he was a playwright, a high ranking officer, a spymaster. dude is just a determined polymath. you know what he hasn’t done? love. he’s never got to play with love.

mahjarrat are explained as having emotions, but dulled ones. they feel rage and pride apparently better than others. kharshai said after years of really believing he was a human, that when he came back to his true form he states “i feel raw power coursing through my veins. i don't feel pain like i used to, and i'm sure my intellect has increased. but somehow there is something missing. a capacity for emotion that i can't quite put my finger on.” they aren’t equipped for the same range of positive emotions as others are. they feel it, but they don’t understand it fully, it has been said by developers. this whole bit is sadly funny considering in canon, sliske catches feelings. he doesn’t realize he’s attracted to the player character. it’s stated many times, in his journals, in dialogue, etc. he believes their fates are tangled no matter what. and the saddest bit is he probably doesn’t understand these feelings and it confuses him to the point of anger. “ love! a mahjarrat in love? ... i almost wish that were true. it would certainly make the universe a more interesting place. ” “ so perhaps i have loved you. but that doesn’t mean i have to like you.” sliske’s main goal started off as to take the players immortal, unable to be crushed by the divine, soul and give it to himself so he could live forever, as mahjarrats do not have afterlives, once they die they are done, evaporated into energy. but in endgame we learn something from him hidden in masks that refutes that;

“I love you for more than your soul.”

you STUPID fucker, you’re in love.

the remainder of this is a lot of NON-CANON, personal headcanon interpretation that pretty much only works on this blog. as a rough summary: sliske’s ol’ mum was not fond of her kids, half-brother wahisietel or sliske since she did not see them as powerful as herself and was disappointed that's what her legacy came out to. a short, beefy, average at magic son, she had another go and was still disappointed with this spidery, scrawny, gifted but absolutely annoying stick underweight child. his father, saw him once or twice in his life and that was it. dyeosuthua wanted nothing more than to make them disappear and try again until she got offspring she didn’t want to throw into a lava pit in secrecy, infanticide was against tribal law due to population issues. sliske’s mother’s neglect was so severe, ( by the absolute boundless joys of rp development and mutual heacanons ♥ ) that wahi and nabor had an attempt at raising him and keeping him from freezing to death. why is all this jargon important? because while all mahjarrats are raised by tough love, sliske’s attention deprivation from his mother was so severe, he grew up and still has a slew of reactive attachment, psychological, and social issues he still carries as an adult. several times she threatened to kill him and almost made good on it more than twice. when wahisietel had proven he was a survivor of the first ritual of rejuvenation, sliske became dyeosuthua’s main target for abuse despite his gift for magic at a young age. nothing he did could impress her enough. and it left him constantly seeking approval and validation to an insecure mind.

the more he grew, the more confident he became mainly out of spite and to get attention. he’s loud, charming, makes you the only person in the room when he talks to you. he has an innate silver-tongued ability that persuades people to do just about anything. it was a front for his insecurities that he kept very very closed up. in the second age/senntisten capital, sliske had a pretty severe sex addiction as it was one of the few ways he felt validated and was able to get affection in a way he could digest. people with reactive attachment disorders often have sex addictions to fill the space of acceptance without having to commit.. easy, feel good intimacy without having to open up and let someone learn about your vulnerabilities and commit. it was pretty severe, considering mahjarrats find any kind of breeding or intimacies outside their ‘superior species’ as downright foul. sliske had always been the black sheep of the tribe and with his status as praefectus praetorio; head of secret police, really nothing put a damper on him trying to fill the void for affection he had. there wasn’t a species or individual he wouldn’t bed. he would easily take up propositions even for people who just wanted to fuck a mahjarrat because it was ‘exotic’ or because of his status as an officer, he now looks back on this and it bruises his insecurities even more that he allowed himself to do that. not out of pride for his species. but himself, being just a thing to be had because of rarity. azzanadra and his brother, wahisietel found out about it and while disgusted, partially understood what he was doing to negatively self soothe. at one point sliske and azzanadra, the champion of their god and head of the church, as well of one of the strongest living of their kin, had a lasting tryst for a few years and for awhile it made sliske feel very much self important in a way and alleviated his need to be needed so badly, this did not end well when sliske grew tired of their empire and wanted freedom. once childhood best friends and lovers had become absolute enemies once sliske became too unstable and azzanadra became too zealous.

sliske gave up his sexcapades for a long time, thousands of years, his libido dropped when he became interested in other projects and self healing when he was hit with the idea that he hasd essentially allowed himself to be an exotic fling and still burned over becoming his god, zaros, scapegoat after all he had done for him. love was a weird concept to him and still is. despite being adamant love doesn’t exist for his kind, and his belief that he is flawed, unstable, and embraced the idea of ‘you want a monster? fine! i’ll be the monster!’. he expects no pity, not be forgiven to things he has done and even in game when you sycophantically try to cozy to him, he straight up calls out your text choice was awful considering some of the shitty things he might have done to you. to sliske, all attention to him is attention, whether you’re praising or insulting him. he’s on your mind, he exists, that’s all he wants.

backstory aside the real part of this headcanon is that sliske actually wants love. it’s the only thing aside from an immortal soul he hasn’t had. sliske actually has an attraction to humans because they are empathetic, curious, passionate, and determined. he has an easier time assimilating and being around them since he has ALWAYS had a better sense of humor, socializing, and happiness than his kin. he feels emotions a lot stronger than his fellow mahjarrats. it allows him to talk to and connect to humans and humanlike species better. others of his kind have told him there’s “something wrong” with him for that. he’s actually a romantic, even if he’s just mimicking romance stories, movies, and actions from others. he thinks the idea of settling with one person and loving them is both mortifying and interesting. opening yourself up to someone and giving them the hammer to smash your cherry-red painted porcelain heart and seeing if they do, to him might be the ultimate form of trust and biggest gamble of russian roulette. the stakes are so heavy he’s high on the idea. but it’s also horrifying. mahjarrat are prolific for not opening up, not allowing others in, vulnerability out in the open is a death sentence. they live in a kratocracy/meritocracy where they kill off the weakest link. it’s not pretty. being soft is a useless, unnecessary, weak gene to them. it dampers survival.

but yet sliske keeps reading romance novels, writing his own confused poetry, and getting into unrequited one sided loves but practicing a backstabbing betrayal when one gets too close. i have to hurt them before they hurt me, betray and cut them down before they can do it to me. i think he wants to be loved. i think he kinda wants to be taught to love, for the emotions and the sake of knowledge. ( brb james newton howard’s ‘true love’s kiss’ from maleficent just came on spotify and i think i’m going to die bc i did not ask for background music thanks!!! ) he wouldn’t be the best at it, maybe a little too possessive with you, codependent, but very nurturing and fun loving. will sepnd a whole week spooning you.. people who hurt you past, present, and future may end up dead in mysterious ways or turned into a wight for you to beat the shit out of. but he’d try. he’s still got a broken child sitting behind his third rib. i think he would snarl the first few times someone genuinely got close to him, it would terrify him, being known on such a skinned, raw level. having gentle touches that are real and not a come hither to the bedroom. being known for something other than the confident, ego he has is death. he could be taught to be gentle for a crumb of consistent attention. might even cut down the murders and god killing down by 15%. love is not going to fix him, it’s not going to forgive the actual shitty things he’s done. it should never do that. but it will turn the lights on in a dark house.

love could really break him. i think so. i’d type more but this has gone on too long and i feel sad-happies.

#me @ me: die bitch #yell at me in an ask if i roasted both you and i at 450 deg f and basted you with butter and rosemary with a good wine too #// long post #✦ │ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 & 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 ––– i do hate parting with information.

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shortythescreen · 4 years

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I wanna know all your headcanons but after that last one I'm more specifically curious if you've got any general ones for Mirage, Wattson, or Wraith?

wolfeh! i was actually working on the OTHER ask you sent me when i hit a bit of a block, so i figured i’d answer this one for you first! this post isn’t gonna be as long as my others for each of the legends because.... i don’t want it to be too long......

Mirage Headcanons:

- One of his big brothers was an aspiring rockstar, so Elliot has a lot of classic rock albums. He’s also a bit of a snob and will only listen to them on a record player.

- Elliot is laser-focused when he’s working on something technical. So much so that he’ll forget to eat.

- He has several tattoos. The most prominent is a rose on the inside of his bicep, and the stem is all of his brothers’ names.

- Elliot is pigeon toed. When he’s standing, he tends to rocking on the inside of his feet.

- Sits with his legs wide open. Which is nice for some and annoying for others.

- Personally, I think Elliot is black. Like, just black. However, he does have a lot of Hispanic people mistake him for Latino and it’s lead to him knowing the phrase ‘no hablo español’ by heart.

- Also headcanon him as pan! When he refers to ‘babes’ in his loadscreen, he doesn’t just mean ladies.

- He has his Master’s degree in engineering. Wattson makes a lot of playful jabs at him regarding his suit -- not because she wants to be mean but because she wants to push him to better his work.

- Evelyn named all of her sons names that started with E. In order, it goes Elijah, Ethan, Ezekiel, and Elliot.

- Will shoot an imaginary basketball into an imaginary net when he makes a point in a conversation. Would totally say ‘Kobe’ if he knew who that was.

Wraith Headcanons:

- Accidentally became pescatarian. Even then, it’s rare she’ll eat fish. She often walks the line of vegetarianism.

- Wraith is half Japanese. Hence the reason her blade of choice is a kunai.

- She hasn’t reconciled being Renee with being Wraith. Even after finding out her real name, she still prefers to be called Wraith. If Revenant could build a bridge and get over it, the two might be able to bond over it.

- Is addicted to caffeine. She lives for her energy drinks but will settle for coffee if she can’t get her hands on one.

- She thinks about taking her nose piercing out sometimes -- but she likes the way it looks, so she leaves it alone.

- She and Mirage get along really well, even if they tend to argue when they’re on the same team. Literally the ‘extrovert that found an introvert’ pair.

- Wraith stress cleans. Her apartment always looks impeccable but only because she likes being able to organize and clean things when her thoughts start to get loud.

- When she first started hearing the voices, it didn’t register that they weren’t her thoughts. They all have her voice, so it seemed easy to brush them away as an intrusive thought. When they started referring to her as a separate person, it clicked that she wasn’t just... thinking out of turn.

- Wraith really likes science experiments. Not really complicated ones, or things like Caustic’s gas, but little, stupid kiddy ones. Like a potato battery, or food coloring in dish soap.

- She doesn’t identify with any one label! Is very nonchalant about her partners bits and identity and her own. She doesn’t place too stock in the importance of finding a title that ‘fits’.

Wattson Headcanons:

- A wolf in sheep’s clothing. Natalie is still very sweet, and kind, but she has the same feral energy as Octavio. Hence the reason she skipped up to snipe Bloodhound.

- Her father taught her how to shoot a gun years before she joined the games. She needed to fine tune her skills once she officially joined but she already had the basics down.

- Part of her cool off after the games is to watch trash TV. Maury? Jerry Springer? She lives for it. Will shout ‘I knew it!’ at the screen when someone is revealed as a cheater.

- Is the one that buys Caustic mugs with chemistry puns on them. At first, she thought it would brighten up his work day. Now, it’s just kind of funny to see the big, bad scientist with a mug that says ‘Don’t Be So NaCl’.

- She’s currently working on her master’s degree in electrical engineering. She earned her bachelor’s just before her father passed.

- Personally, I think she has autism! Very ‘mildly’ (i hope that’s an okay word to use for it. please correct me if not!) but lots of noise tends to bother her. She has earmuffs in the head of her body suit.

- Naturally an early riser. Natalie will wake up at like, five in the morning on her own, and still be as perky as she usually is.

- Is very texture sensitive. She can’t eat things like mangoes that are very mushy or stringy or both.

- Natalie has a significantly older half sister. Her name is Odette. They don’t talk much, their relationship strained by the large age gap, but they call each other every so often.

- She hates when people touch her feet. Could never get a pedicure.

#apex legends #apex legends headcanons #apex mirage #apex elliot witt #apex legends mirage #apex legends elliot witt #apex wraith #apex renee blasey #apex legends wraith #apex legends renee blasey #apex wattson #apex legends wattson #apex natalie paquette #apex legends natalie paquette #shorty writes #dargonwolfeh

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Top five video games!!!

oh i LOVE this question ty <3 this was SO HARD

5. dragon age ii - everyone who played origins first fucking hates this game, but it's the one i started with and i ADORE it. origins and da:i just don't have the same character dynamics and the cast full of problematic faves. even though i have conflicting feelings about some of the cast, there's not one of them that i actually DISLIKE, which is more than i can say for either of the other games. yes the gameplay was repetitive yes the game was rushed YES kirkwall was a horrifically small environment. does that matter? no. dragon age ii, in all its flawed beauty, is one of the greatest stories i've ever had the joy of playing through. they made it good almost by total accident; if they'd had more time with it, they would have polished away some of what makes it so cool.

4. undertale - i know it's not cool to be into undertale anymore but i don't care about being cool. this game did things with the 4th wall supernatural only DREAMS of doing. you wouldn't think a bunch of pixels pretending to be like cartoon monsters and skeletons or whatever could leave anyone sobbing into their hands by the end but yes the fuck it does. undertale scared me, moved me, inspired me; 10/10 title. bonus points for having gay and nb people (& monsters lol) without being like LOOK AT ME I'M A GAME FOR QUEEEEERS I'M WOOOOOKE like toby fox doesn't give a fuck. he's just out here

3. trilogy of final fantasy xiii - like da2, this is SADLY another black sheep of its series. not only is the creative battle system is one of my favorites, but the cast of characters and the growth they undergo (with each other and the player) is unparalleled; when i started playing the game, i was actually a little put off by them, but by the time i finished the first game, i was extremely invested in them and their relationships with one another. a kickass soundtrack, beautiful environments, and a story about fighting destiny and existenial despair (by killing god, i love jrpgs) that is extremely moving DESPITE the ending being a little chopped up and mistranslated. and then there are two more games! not only that, but they were very careful to keep the number of male and female characters the same. they didn't have to that, and they still did! but my very favorite thing about ff13 is that unlike other games in the series, romance is not a big deal. there is one, but it doesn't directly involve the FEMALE protagonist (who does not have a single romantic interest??) and the center stage dynamic is about the found family dynamics. like. whew. it doesn't get much better than this.

2. tetris - don't take my word for it. it's the best-selling game of all time. tetris my close personal friend tetris <3 it kept me so much company during my insomniac teenage years. what can i possibly say about tetris that hasn't already been said? if i could only play one game for the rest of my life it'd be this one - at least i'd never get tired of it.

1. the legend of zelda: ocarina of time - as anyone who's spoken to me for 5 minutes knows, this was my first real zelda game, and the first game with story i ever played. it's also the first piece of media i experienced that didn't have a perfectly happy ending, like disney movies do (i was 8). my very first ever fanfic was a 150k novelization of this game, and it turned me on to the concept of fanfic in general, which is now my favorite thing to do. i remember when i got done writing that fic i was so DEVASTATED that there was no more fic to write and then i was like well wait a minute i can write another one and started another one that same day and that was when i figured out that i wanted to keep writing for the rest of my life. it was QUITE LITERALLY life changing! beyond formative!

^ that says it all i think.

[ask me my top 5 anything]

#liz answers asks #anonymous #ask memes #loz blogging #undertale blogging #liz plays ff13 #liz plays dragon age #idk if all of those are the right tags but w/e

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fedorah-the-explorah · 11 months

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okay but imagine a carmen sandiego au where she and player are the same age and the hilarity that ensues when acme realizes the most wanted woman in the world is actually a literal fucking teenager.

she meets zack and ivy as a scruffy looking fifteen year old but she's still talking bout "oh this is for your own safety, you kids don't know what you're getting yourselves into." only they find out her age like five minutes later and they're like ""THATS A CHILD."

for the time being, ivy is suddenly the oldest member of team red and that's just fun.

being the same age, carmen and player are automatically 400% more dangerous and deranged because they're teenagers and as we all know, teenagers are 90% primordial rage and violence.

devineaux encounters carmen for the first time and is like "ah, at long last, I have captured the elusive carmen sandiego: la fem-- la fille rouge?!" obviously she still hands him an L.

when she steals from VILE for the first time as carmen sandiego, shadowsan has to go have a lie down bc he kind of assumed his bitch ass daughter would go and do literally anything else-- but nope being a menace is a full time job that lasts forever babeyy. when he eventually joins the team he is in a constant state of distress bc children.

and then of course, she'd be like sixteen at the start of the story, so while she is still carmen sandiego with the same morals and motivation, you've also got those lingering bits of black sheep left over and naturally that just makes the chaos levels sky rocket.

I know a lot of the community really enjoys shipping, so probably not the AU for everyone-- but I've always enjoyed the found family aspects of the show and I think this AU is a lot of fun. I rotate it in my mind every day :)

#actually writing fic for this #its just slow going #carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #baby sandiego au #suzie speaks

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valeriacastaneda · 3 years

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My Autobiography

I remember being pretty young when all this inner turmoil began to stir. I remember an intense hatred of myself for no good reason. I was always too emotional. I don’t remember a time in my life where I didn’t hate myself. I remember being a little girl and feeling abandoned. I always had my parents around me but they weren’t very supportive and I don’t think they meant it to be that way. I felt like no one cared about me and I didn’t feel like I had anyone to turn to as I was growing up. I longed for my mother to put her arm around me and protect her little girl. But my parents were completely absorbed in the constant drama and fights that their relationship entailed. I just wanted my parents to get along. I was a really sensitive child and it was completely agonizing to be dragged into their fights. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy to write but anything worthwhile is going to be a bit painful. It’s been difficult to go through all of this while trying to be as honest and thorough as possible. This isn’t the first “timeline/autobiography” I had to write. I wrote one in my first rehab. But the last one wasn’t very honest- it was as honest as I could be at the time, I still had a lot to go through.

I grew up with two immigrant parents. In an immigrant home there’s a lot of stress behind closed doors. I always saw casual drinking and even binge drinking as a child, as a way to cope with emotions. I grew up on the east side of San Jose in the late 90’s. I feel like I had a complicated childhood. I was a happy child but I was also shy and incredibly anxious. I never had many friends, I felt like I always had to hide a part of myself. I dreamt of being a social butterfly cos that’s how I felt on the inside. But I was such a shy kid, I didn’t trust anyone and I had no sense of stability. It was hands growing up feeling completely alone. I even feel like there was a disconnect between me and my siblings because of how I felt about myself. Since I was a toddler, I remember feeling a deep sense of shame that I couldn’t shake. Anything that triggered this deep internal shame was to be avoided at all costs. I always felt deeply embarrassed for my existence, I always felt insecure.

I looked for stability in all the wrong places. I tried to cling to people, begging to be saved from being drowned only to drag them under the current with me. I didn’t understand that salvation could be found within myself. I looked in all the wrong places and I let my heart be broken countless times before I was able to look within myself to find the strength to push forward. I feel like I had a lonely childhood at times because I remember crying a lot. I remember feeling a deep sorrowful sadness as a child, a sadness I couldn’t express. My mother suffered from postpartum depression after I was born, maybe we had a difficult time bonding. People who know us probably wouldn’t say that we weren’t close. I felt abandoned by my parents at a very young age. They argued so loudly it shook the house and the core to my being. My dad would storm out of the house and slam the doors. I would feel shaken to my core. There was always yelling and cussing in Spanish. Words I could never whimper or my mother would strike them from my lips as soon as the thought crossed my mind.

I felt like my siblings had a bond with each other that I could never be apart of. I was too sensitive, always too emotional. I remember being a child and hiding in the darkness of the closet while my entire body shook from sobbing because of the constant torment I felt inside my soul. I never fit into my family. I always felt like the odd one out, the black sheep, and the ugly duckling. My brother’s would tease me and call me the ugly duckling and that definitely got into my head. When I grew up I started looking for the attention I never received from my father in guys my age, and eventually men. I was always looking for attention in all the wrong places. I was waiting for someone to come and save me from myself. It took me many years to realize that no one would come to rescue me. I had to do that work myself so I could be a decent partner but I didn’t realize that for many years.

Some of the happiest moments of my childhood include me learning how to read. I remember being so enthralled with my ability to read books and escape. I always had a need to escape my reality. I remember being a kid and staying in an after school program. My childhood was short and sweet and I look back on it fondly. I loved playing make-believe on the playground with my two friends. I always kept a small circle. I loved art and crafts and as an adult I learned embroidery, sewing, and cross-stitch as a hobby. I enjoyed photography and showing people my art. I was always extremely imaginative and that’s something I continue to hold onto as an adult. My parents never demanded straight A’s from me but at one point I felt like the pressure was so intense and I didn’t feel like it was fair. My other siblings weren’t held to the same standards as I was but as an adult, I now see that my parents were encouraging me to do my absolute best.

When I was a young child, someone abused me. I never shared what happened to me with anyone else in my family and if anyone had a clue about it, or would ask about it I would pretend I had no memory of what they were talking about. I remember struggling with the constant shame throughout my life. Guilt and shame are themes that pop up into my life.

I fell in love for the first time when I was 16 in high school. I was at my new school after getting transferred out of my local high school because of my emotional issues and drug abuse. I was sitting on the bus on my way to the trade school that I would go to for half the day, I was taking a forensics class. There was a handsome football player that would ride the bus with me and I was sitting with my friend when he leaned over and asked for my number. His name was Tarunbir but I always called him T. I tried not paying any attention to him but he was persistent and it made him all the more attractive. I was smoking meth constantly at this period of my life and he asked me on a date to go eat somewhere and I clearly remember replying with, “I don’t eat.” and smirking at my friend. He asked for my phone so he could call his mom and I let him but he put his number into my phone and asked me to text him.

I had absolutely no intention of talking to him but the next day I was bored at home so I decided to text him. I had no idea this interaction would change the course of my life forever. We became entangled in this relationship or more accurately described as a “trauma bond”. There were clear red flags that I chose to ignore because I thought his jealousy and possessiveness meant he actually loved and cared about me. I was always trying to break up with him but he would show up at my door crying, begging for me back with flowers and gifts. I would always give in. He physically, mentally, and sexually abused me. He abused me in every way but I stayed with him on and off for four years. I was addicted to him like I was addicted to escaping my reality. We gave into each other’s drug abuse and eventually I could only cope by constantly being high. I truly felt stuck with him and I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave him until he left me first. I remember him pushing me and forcing my head into the concrete one night. I remember an incident that happened between us that led me to a trip to the emergency room. I still have the scar on the back of my head. He went to jail but it wasn’t long before we were back together; entangled in a cycle of abuse and denial.

I constantly dealt with suicidal ideation. I remember being 18 years old when I decided I didn’t want to live a moment longer. For a bit of background, I was struggling with my sobriety and I badly wanted out. Earlier that day I had received a message on my blog from someone anonymous telling me to kill myself. Unfortunately I was so sick, I listened. I bought some pills off my dealer and I popped them all. I took one handful after another. I finished them off with my own medications, that I had somehow stockpiled. I was hanging out while my boyfriend, T, went off somewhere. I remember having a soft drink in my hand and a snack with me. I was at the apartment complex that he lived at. I started walking around after I had taken them and I don’t remember much after that. I just know what I was told afterwards. T found me unconscious and not breathing at the bottom of the concrete stairs. He started doing compressions on my chest and I remember the pain of him nearly breaking my ribs as he sobbed on the phone to the paramedics. I don’t remember what he said only that I never heard him cry like that in my life. I remember saying, “Ow” to get him to stop cos the pain was so intense. I was put into a medical coma for a few days. When I woke up, two days later my mom told me they pumped my stomach. I remember while I was intubated how much it bothered me to have that uncomfortable machine in me. I kept attempting to pull it out so they had to tie my arms down. I was basically dead. They didn’t know what was going to happen to me when I woke up. I remember waking up from that coma and asking for my baby sister, Lilibeth. I remember the dry, scratchy feeling in my throat and the hoarseness in my voice. I still carry so much guilt from that day because I know I hurt my siblings irreparably and that’s probably why I’ll never be close with them again. They saw me in so many terrible situations that I’ll never stop feeling guilty about. Words could never describe how sorry I am and I know words will never soothe their pain.

T helped me talk to my parents about sending me to rehab when I was 19 and I couldn’t stop shooting up. I was addicted to feeling the needle as much as I was addicted to drugs slipping into my vein- I could romanticize what I felt and describe it to you in detail. It’s kind of sick. The excitement I felt when I would finally register and push the plunger down was almost better than the high itself. Almost but not quite. I remember sitting on the floor of his room in his mother’s apartment for hours on end trying to hit a vein. It was pure agony because I tried every vein in my arms and legs until I was covered in small pin pricks and bruises. When I finally registered, I can’t even describe to you the calm that would wash over my body. Some people get tweaked out and start bouncing off the walls on meth, but not me. I lay back and felt the iciness crawl up my throat, and I would cough as my heart tried to pound it’s way out of my chest. My rock bottom was when I was filled with agony, covered in pricks and bruises and spending hours on end trying to get high without success. After rehab, T picked me up and brought me home. Not before I relapsed again. My parents made a huge sacrifice financially for me so how did I relapse leaving rehab? I had a Xanax prescription that a doctor had prescribed for me so I didn’t think that was an issue. T still had some of my script on him and I asked him for some. That’s how the slippery slope began. Before I knew it, I was back to shooting meth and then, I fell in love with heroin too. I started hanging out with adults who were ten years older than me and I started dealing drugs to support myself and my habit. I was filled with so much self-hatred and I felt like using drugs was the only way I could escape feeling the constant bombardment of emotions that I was constantly subjected to. I was always miserable and I didn’t know the key to true contentment was within myself.

By October of 2016, I was 20 years old with two rehab stints under my belt which also happened to be wrapped around my arm. I clenched the leather between my teeth as I tirelessly attempted to shoot up a mixture of meth and heroin. I remember being so frustrated because my hands were shaking so hard from withdrawal that when I finally did register, I slipped the rig out of my vein and ruined my drugs because the blood in the syringe had coagulated. I was trying to get high and I ruined my drugs so I chose not to use it had to shoot it into the trash because if I would’ve used it, I was risking a blood clot going to my brain and killing me. I didn’t care about those consequences- but I did care about continuing to get high. A recurring theme in my 7life is a need for escapism and I needed to escape the everlasting depression and misery I constantly felt that tormented me. I felt like I had tried to get clean so many times on my own and I felt like I couldn’t get it right. I wanted so badly to be clean even though I truly believed in my soul that I could only be happy on drugs. I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom when I truly realized how tormented I was, I knew that I was failing at my attempts at sobriety. I couldn’t understand how people in sobriety could “have fun” without drugs. I remember going to young people’s Alcoholics Anonymous meetings and not being able to understand how they could achieve long-term sobriety and be happy. It seemed so fake and unattainable to me but I knew what I kept trying was failing, I had to try something new. T had broken up with me by now, because of my addiction. At the time, I truly loved heroin more than him anyways. Heroin was awful but it never put me through the various types of abuse that he put me through. I was so hurt and angry with him that I swore to myself that I would never go back to him for leaving me when I needed someone there for me. I know it sounds twisted but I’m honestly so thankful that he had left me because it left me with resolve to do something about my situation. I didn’t have the strength to leave and stay gone during our years together because of how vulnerable I was at that point in my life.

I always knew something was different about me. I have a hazy memory about being a small child in elementary school and being attracted to a girl in a way that I had never felt about anyone. I was 6 years old when I had my first “crush” on a girl but I felt shame deeply in my young soul even then. I never pursued my interest in girls until I was an adult and I had my first girlfriend, Kemi. I was still struggling with my sobriety at the time that I met her. She had been sober for two years by the time we were together. I remember her and I sitting on the floor of my bedroom while I fixed myself a shot. I don’t remember exactly what was happening but my parents were throwing a party. I had to wear something to cover the track marks and bruises on my arms even though it was a hot August day. My memories from the time are a bit hazy from the drugs but I made her look away while I did what I had to do. I remember feeling guilty but ultimately not caring that I was possibly risking her sobriety by using around her. I was so self-centered that nothing mattered to me but having the feeling of calmness wash over me. Things ultimately didn’t work out between us but that’s okay. She was good to me and she brought me around A.A. and introduced me to what sobriety had to offer me.

I attempted sobriety again in November of 2016 and I can’t pinpoint exactly what changed this time around. I no longer desired to keep up the facade that I had perfectly crafted. Anyways, it was all crumbling down around me pretty quickly. I remember having a sort of epiphany about the state of my life. I was 20 years old and I was speeding down the highway and into my grave. I don’t think I instantly wanted to live a righteous life or anything close to it, I just needed to try something different. Especially with turning 21 years old in a few days looming over my head. I couldn’t believe I legally couldn’t drink alcohol yet but I could buy heroin and I was a pretty decent hobbyist phlebotomist at this point.

I broke up with Rami last year. I was pretty unhappy with myself and where the relationship was going so I took our dog and moved back into my parent’s house. I needed to start figuring out what I was going to do with myself and my sobriety. The stress I put on myself after Rami relapsed after we broke up in December of 2018 and it absolutely ruined me. It helped lead me here, to Center for Discovery but not before I was hospitalized at Stanford for my low body weight. Rami never asked me to be with him while he struggled with his sobriety. I blamed myself for his relapse even though the rational side of my brain knew it had nothing to do with me. My anxiety was so bad I started restricting and I wasn’t even really aware of it at the time. I just knew that my mind was constantly spinning and I was on the edge of breaking down every day. I would take some anti-anxiety medication and it was like magic, I could finally be calm enough to eat. Rami continued to relapse and I continued to work hard and skip meal after meal. I was becoming frail and I was losing my ability to think clearly. I was worried about how I would pay my bills. I didn’t want to lose the independence from my parents that I finally felt I had earned. The heavy medications I had been taking made it impossible for me to hold down a job. I was finally able to prove to myself that I could work long shifts and over 40 hour weeks. I remember when a 4 hour shift was absolute agony for me. I could never go back to how things were. I earned my independence and I didn’t care if I starved myself to death for it, I wasn’t willing to give it up even though I was sacrificing my health.

Earlier this year I started a new job and it was extremely demanding. It ruined me. Or maybe it put me on the fast track so that I could ruin myself easier. I had to work long hours extremely hungry. My boss didn’t care about me, he saw me as another dispensable person: to be used up until I wasn’t worth anything and he could easily throw me away. I quickly became aware of what kind of person he was and I wondered what I could do. My best bet was finding another job but he paid me pretty well and I didn’t have to worry about a lot of things anymore. I was becoming independent for the first time in my life and that was all I ever wanted. I started skipping meals cos I had so many routes to do. I worked for a cannabis service that existed in a gray area in California law. I worked as a delivery driver and eventually I started working the desk. There was no human resources for me to ever turn to. He called me into work when he needed me and if I didn’t drop everything in that moment to help him, he wouldn’t call me for a few days to make my pockets run dry. I was constantly stressed and unhappy- but the money was good so I stayed. I didn’t have any confidence to go and find another job and he worked me so hard that I was constantly an anxious mess. I was constantly crying and on the edge of a breakdown. I think me staying irregardless of any abuse I faced is a problematic recurring theme in my life.

I was misdiagnosed bipolar for many years. I took every medication they could prescribe me. I’m sure there are a few I hadn’t tried but antidepressants cause a manic reaction in me and make me suicidal. But nonetheless, I took my medication religiously but I was medicating the after-effects of my drug abuse. I kept trying to fix something by taking drugs or taking medications but I didn’t realize the answer was in years of therapy. There’s a lot in my history that I can’t explain or find an answer for but that’s okay, I don’t need to understand everything that happened. All that matters is now. I don’t know how I managed to have so many clinicians misdiagnose me. Even when I tried avoiding the bipolar label I still got diagnosed with cyclothymia. To me that made it pretty clear to me that I was on that spectrum. A few months ago my doctor came to me with a diagnosis that frankly, pissed me off. I had heard it before but I felt like I had been in therapy long enough that I didn’t warrant that diagnosis or the stigma attached to it. When I heard the words “borderline personality disorder” it made me angry and defensive immediately. I definitely feel like that reaction made sense with the diagnosis. The doctors didn’t realize that some of my symptoms may have been residual from my drug use.

I never really realized I was anorexic until I started feeling the pressure to keep up an appearance. And I don’t mean that literally. I didn’t have time to look in the mirror and I hated the skeletal mess that always met my eyes when I would make the mistake of looking at my reflection. I didn’t think I was anorexic but my mind is much clearer now and I see that although a lot of stereotypical behaviors weren’t there, they didn’t need to be. I started looking at what made sense. I took being perfect to a flaw. I couldn’t leave the house unless I was fashionably dressed and if I didn’t have the nicest clothes then I felt bad about myself. If my makeup wasn’t impeccable I wasn’t shit. All I had to hold onto was my appearance of a well put together girl. I still don’t fit into that label, my anxiety has made it feel impossible to eat. I look back on my years of drug use and I see that I definitely used for weight control as well as mood management throughout my adolescence and young adulthood. Labels really don't mean much though cos we're in the same place for similar reasons. I feel like at a time of my life I honestly did hate my body. I think I might have hated it for a long time- for keeping me alive when I’ve wanted so badly to give up. I’ve hated it for not being the same shape or silhouette as other women. But I don’t feel that way anymore. I’m beautiful, scars and all.

I’ve shared the deepest, darkest moments of my life for only one reason: in hopes that someone hears this and knows it doesn’t always have to be so dark. Things get better, maybe not all at once but I promise they do. I never thought I would be able to climb my way out of the pits of hell. I struggled with constantly feeling like I was just digging myself into a deeper hole. Through the adversity that I’ve experienced in my life, I’ve grown as a person and I’ve turned into a woman that I can say that I’m proud to be. It’s not always sunshine and rainbows but I know that the clouds in the sky will part and the rays of the sun will kiss my skin. I always carry hope in my heart and I truly believe things will be okay as long as I continue to keep my goals in mind. I finally understand that I have a purpose in life and that’s to help people. I know I can only achieve that goal if I continue to better myself and it’s been hard work but it’s had to be done.

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If you don't mind me asking. Have you seen the new season of Carmen Sandiego Netflix?

I know I’m waaaay late on this and season 2 dropped fucking forever ago but I finally got off my butt and watched it and WHOO BOY I loved every dang minute of it!! I made a bullet point list for you but it kind of turned redundant so idk if ya’ll’ll get anything out of it but here she is!

Shadow-san and his brother’s backstory fucking wrecked me. The final scene where he’s bowed to the floor and his brother quietly leaves holy shit.

That said I legitimately cannot handle reading/writing the name “Shadow-san”. I just can’t. Mr. Shadow. Bitch. Pick a better name.

(Along the same lines: Paper Star-chan fucking killed me. I paused. It was bAD.)

Ivy and Zack continue to be 10/10 and I love them

Shadow-san constantly demanding to know why Carmen ‘hired’ a bunch of super-hyper millennials was great.

“Can I get this?” -Raised eyebrow- “Zack got ice cream and pizza.”

Shadow-san: I do not understand why I bother with you hooligans Zack: yew say that like you ain’t part of this family, bucko, but yer on the card.

The entire thing with Julia and Carmen at the fashion show was great. I will never be over it. Julia coming in like “Alright time to bust some crime” and Carmen effortlessly taking her sleepy-time gun, studying it, and handing it back before telling her her fashion is shit was amazing.

Julia is so smart and has such a great gut instinct and everyone holds her back or brushes it off except for Carmen and that episode rlly proved it- she readily handed her peeps over for Julia to lead and Julia fucking kicked ass.

Ivy honestly assuming Player lived “on the cloud” like he wasn’t a real ass person they have video calls with often was amazing I love these dumb children

The whole thing with widdle Black Sheep pestering Shadow-san to take her to Japan made my heart melt. You really do get the feeling that she looked up to him and tried to get him to pay attention to her the same way the other heads did, not realizing Shadow-san was caring for her in his own uptight way.

Ivy and Zack literally stumbling their way into one of the biggest worldwide conspiracies is just so… Them.

Carmen: I’mma make a quip about Boston. Ivy and Zack: SIDDOWN WE’RE HAVING A WHOLE ASS LECTURE

Idk why it took me this long to realize that no one can really tell that Carmen’s talking to Player but it did. I always just read it as a Bluetooth earpiece situation, but it’s just a high-tech earring. Carmen doesn’t give a shit, obvi, but I can only imagine the looks she gets in public.

Ivy: we don’t have family. Carmen (screaming internally): UnDERstood.

I know that Carmen’s hair being so much longer just a few months after leaving VILE is just cartoon logic but I prefer the idea that she just wore a long ass wig until she got it to the length she’d always wanted but was too embarrassed to ask mom Coach Grunt for

La Chevre being 100% willing to just let Carmen walk out and never return and never telling anyone is such a really good small moment.

Same with El Topo apologizing

Also Carmen trying not to fight Chevre and tossing a little floaty thing after him and Topo

Like you can really tell these people cared for each other for a long time, once

Shadow-san being a proud dad to his hellion adopted daughter is great

Carmen being lowkey salty for AGES about Shadow-san bringing up the possibility of a base is so damn petty I love it

“How does it feel to be wearin’ the coat?” “Pretty tight around the shoulders… but powerful.” Ivy and Zack stanning Carmen is so damn precious

THEY FUCKING STOLE??? A PATIENT???? AND AN AMBULANCE???? STOCKHOLM POLICE ARE HAVING AN ANYURISM RN

I don’t think we mention this often enough but on the rare occasions Carmen does get hurt it’s always so…. horrifying?? Like the times we see her falter aren’t from a kick to the face- it’s shit like cracking multiple ribs, it’s shit like being left in the tundra for hours until she literally needed hospital attention, it’s shit like being tied up and left with no way to get help on a train. The show doesn’t fuck around with its punches.

Carmen taking after her dad is so damn bittersweet

I love Chase but I’m terrified of what he’s gonna do with ACME power

Julia’s gonna end up a thief before this show is over and it’ll 100% be bc the dumbasses around her didn’t trust/listen to her in the first place

#Ask #Question Mandar #professoruber #Black Sheep #Ivy #Zack #Shadow-san #Player #Chase Devineaux #Julia Argent #Carmen Sandiego

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ahatintimestorybook · 3 years

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A Voice in Time-Timeless Jade Chap.2

Hello! Here is the next chapter for you all!

Also in case you were confused on the new trainer. I’m going to give her a mini introduction. This is Tina, my head canon name for Beta Hat Kid. She’s the female player character in A Voice in Time AU. So besides Hattie you’ll also get a bit of Tina’s adventure as well.

Enjoy!!

The young trainer, Tina made her way towards the Violet City Gym. She was already of the age 10 and started her journey not too long ago starting with a Cyndaquil she got from the professor. Now she was ready to take the next step into her Pokemon journey; her first gym battle.

Tina stopped as she heard voices coming her way heading towards the gym. “M-Mu! Are you sure I can handle a gym battle? I-I only have my Hattrem.” She complained.

Mu chuckled as she pushed her best friend inside the gym. “Nonsense, I’ve seen you battle with just your Hattrem. You two will be fine.” She explained.

“Mu.” Tina whispered, blinking as she saw Mu again. Tina met Mu at the lab when she received her Cyndaquil, and where Mu received her Totodile. Mu then offered to battle her, which Tina won.

The new trainer wondered who was the girl Mu was with. Cyndaquil tilted his head towards Hattie sensing something was up with the other girl. Cyndaquil followed the girls, but once they went inside the gym the door closed on the little fire-type starter.

“Quil.” Cyndaquil groaned, dizzy from running into the door. The fire starter shook his head, as his trainer carried him and watched the fight from the window.

Mu and Hattie walked inside the gym, seeing no one in sight. It felt cold and spooky. “You sure the gym leader is here?” Hattie asked. “It looks so abandoned.”

Mu nodded, “of course!” She replied. “Don’t worry about it, he’s here.” They walked a bit more till a bright light flashed in their eyes blinding them.

“WHY HELLO DARLINGS!” A voice shouted. It was a man with dark skin, hair hair tied into a poofy ponytail and wearing shades, an electric blue tank top, a red jacket, dark blue jeans, and bright neon shoes. “Welcome to the Violet City gym!” He announced. The man would’ve continued more, but the girls were still complaining about being blind.

“My eyes! My eyes!” Hattie complained as she covered her eyes. Even Hattrem cried as she covered her eyes as well thanks to the bright flash.

“Man, I thought I’d be used to them by now!” Mu complained.

The man snapped his fingers dining down the lights, despite this the girl’s were now seeing spots due to the brightness. “Sorry darlings, didn’t know the light show I had planned would be that bright.” He apologized. The man then turned to face Mu recognizing her from his previous battle with her not too long ago. “Hey, you were the girl from a few weeks ago, here to challenge me again?” He asked.

Mu chuckled, her eyes clearing up from the brightness. “Not this time, my best friend is though.” She explained grabbing Hattie and putting her up in front of the man.

Hattie chuckled nervously, giving a small wave to the guy. “H-hello.” She said. The man looked at the young girl from top to bottom and recognized her.

With a chuckle he said, “Are you the darling of the new ghost-type gym leader from Ecruteak City?” He asked.

Hattie nodded slowly. “Y-yeah. I’m Harriet, or Hattie.” She introduced herself, “and this is my Hattrem.” Hattrem floated over to the gym leader and gave a little bow.

“Well.” The man chuckled. “They call me DJ Grooves, or DJ around here.” DJ introduced himself. “I’m the new Violet City Gym leader!” As he shouted the lights came back on this time, it wasn’t too bright, but bright enough for the girl’s to shield their eyes again.

“Do you have to shine a bright light at us?!” Mu shouted.

Her shout caused the lights to dim down themselves, and DJ to chuckle nervously. “Sorry, force of habit.” He apologized. “So, guessing your father wanted you to take on the gym challenge, huh?” Hattie nodded in reply. “Well, I may be the first gym leader, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be so easy.”

Hattie glared, determined to battle the DJ in her first gym battle ever. Hattrem floated by her with the same determination on her face. “I’m ready to take you on!” She beamed.

“Hata! Hat!” Hattrem shouted.

“Well let’s see how strong the gym leader’s daughter really is?” DJ asked. He snapped as music started to play for their battle.

Hattie removed her bag, where Celebi was still inside and handed to Mu. “Keep Celebi safe alright.” Hattie whispered. Mu nodded and stood to the side as she and Hattrem were ready to battle. “Alright, I’m ready when you are!” She told the gym leader.

DJ chuckled and grabbed a Pokeball and threw it up in the air. “Come on out, Mareep!” He shouted. Soon a sheep like Pokémon came out and let out a bleat.

“Hata!” Hattrem spoke out ready to battle.

“Hattrem, let’s start by using Disarming Voice!!” Hattie commanded.

“Hata~” Hattrem sang letting out a loud pink voice towards the Mareep. The sheep Pokémon got hit with the attack, but held its ground.

“Now Mareep let’s use Thunder Wave!” DJ commanded.

Soon Mareep was charging up ready to release blue electricity towards the fairy/psychic type Pokémon.

“Dodge it Hattrem!” Hattie shouted, just as Mareep was ready to release Thunder Wave to paralyze the Serene Pokémon.

Hattrem dodged the attack by doing a little dance as the Thunder Wave hit a nearby wall.

“Hattrem, use Brutal Swing!” Hattie commanded.

Hattrem’s pigtails started to glow a dark purple and were ready to hit Mareep.

“Dodge it Mareep!” DJ commanded as well.

Mareep dodged to the side, missing the attack, but Hattrem kept on trying to hit the Wool Pokémon and the latter Pokémon kept on dodging it side to side.

“Come on Hattrem, keep using. Brutal Swing!” Hattie shouted.

Hattrem kept on using Brutal Swing towards DJ’s Mareep, but the electric sheep Pokemon kept on missing the attack. That is, until Mareep mis-stepped and Hattrem was able to land a Brutal Swing on the sheep Pokemon.

Hattie smiled giving a chuckle seeing Hattrem landed a hit on Mareep. “You're doing great Hattrem!” Hattie cheered.

“Hata Hat!” Hattrem replied back to her trainer.

Mareep slowly got up and glared at the psychic/fairy type Pokémon. “Mareep, use Thundershock, darling!” DJ shouted.

“Maaareep!” Marrero shouted as the wool Pokemon launched electricity towards Hattrem. The Serene Pokémon got hit with a blast of electricity, weakening her. Hattrem shook the electricity off and glared at the electric sheep.

“Quick, Hattrem use Attract!” Hattie commanded.

Hattrem gave a wink and released some hearts towards Mareep, but the Attract didn’t work due to Mareep being a female. Hattie glared, realizing attract won’t work after all, and had to think of another strategy to take down Mareep.

Then Hattie snapped her fingers and realized what move to use next. “Hattrem let’s use Psychic!” Hattie commanded.

Hattrem’s eyes and body started to glow blue and soon Mareep started to levitate in the air and then slammed Mareep into the wall knocking it out. “No, my darling Mareep!” DJ yelled. He grabbed Mareep’s Pokeball and sent Mareep back before sending out another Pokeball. “Alright, darling you asked for it!” He growled. “Go Shinx!”

Out of the Pokeball, was a blue and black electric feline Pokemon that came out. “Shinx! Shinx!” It spoke.

“Aww it's adorable.” Hattie commented.

“Don’t fall for how cute it is, Hattie!” Mu shouted on the sidelines. Hattie turned to her friend, as Mu continued to explain. “This little Pokémon is strong.” She reminded her friend.

Mu remembered her previous battle with DJ and how Shinx almost destroyed her team till she used her Houndour in order to take Shinx down.

Hattie chuckled. “Hey if I can handle a Mareep. I think a Shinx is the least of my worries.” She replied.

Mu sighed and shook her head. “I warned her.” She said to herself.

“Ready to handle this one Hattrem?” Hattie asked.

“Hata.” Hattrem replied.

“Are you sure you want to use your Hattrem again? Do you have any other Pokemon?” DJ asked.

Hattie chuckled nervously. “Sadly no, Hattrem is my only Pokemon as of now.” She replied. DJ was surprised that the daughter of the ghost-type gym leader had only one Pokemon on hand. At this point Hattrem looked like she needed to be switched out, but still was confident to take down DJ’s last Pokemon.

“You sure are the gym leader’s daughter alright.” DJ chuckled seeing how determined the young girl was using her one and only Pokemon for this battle. Hattie smiled at the comment, before going back to her determined look and continuing the battle.

“Now, Hattrem uses Brutal Swing!” Hattie commanded.

Hattrem went to use Brutal Swing again, but before she could lay an attack on Shinx, the Flash Pokemon leaped away in a, well, flash. Hattrem paused and suddenly was tackled from behind. The tackle wasn’t too powerful, but with how weak Hattrem was from Mareep’s Thundershock it added more damage towards the psychic/fairy type.

“Hattrem!” Hattie shouted. The Serene Pokemon shook it off and floated back up. “You okay?” She asked. Hattrem nodded in reply. Hattie sighed and then commanded Hattrem to use another attack. “Hattrem, use Psychic!”

Hattrem’s eyes started to glow blue again as she started to lift Shinx up in the air and slammed the electric type in the ground. Shinx glared and as Hattrem was still using Psychic on him.

“Shinx use Spark!” DJ commanded. Shinx glared and started to glow and started to sprint towards Hattrem, slamming into her. Hattrem landed on the ground once again and struggled to get up.

At this point if Hattie couldn’t think of a quick enough strategy then the battle is over. “Alright, just stay calm Hattie. This ain’t over yet.” She thought to herself. Hattie then saw Hattrem slowly get up and looked at Hattie giving her trainer a nod that she still wants to continue with the battle. “Are you sure you want to keep going?” Hattie asked.

With enough strength Hattrem fully got up and replied. “Hata. Hat!”

Hattie gave a light chuckle. Then she remembered Hattrem has Attract, hopefully, just hopefully it will affect Shinx. “Hattrem, lets use Attract!” She commanded.

Hattrem smiled and soon gave a wink towards Shinx causing hearts to circle around it before affecting the electric type Pokémon. Shinx was a boy!

“Yes!” Hattie cheered. Now the battle for her just gotten easier thanks to Shinx being immobilized by Attract.

“Oh no!” Exclaimed DJ seeing his star Pokemon had fallen in love for the opponent’s Pokémon.

With a smirk, Hattie realized she had this battle in the bag. “Okay Hattrem let’s use Brutal Swing!” She commanded.

Hattrem smiled as her pigtails glowed as she landed a few hits on Shinx. Even though the electric type was still attracted. Hattrem just let a giggle seeing no male Pokémon could resist her Attract.

“Let’s finish this off with Disarming Voice!” Hattie commanded, hoping this last move would end the battle.

Hattrem chuckled and soon let out a loud pink voice, which pushed Shinx away slamming the electric type to the wall. DJ looked behind him and saw Shinx was knocked out for the count. This gave Hattie and her Hattrem the win.

Hattie and Hattrem cheered seeing they won the battle dancing around as they won their first official gym battle. Mu was also happy and ran over to her cheering alongside her. “See, I knew you could do it!” Mu cheered.

DJ put Shinx back into his Pokeball and looked towards the girls celebrating their victory. He walked over to the girls, who stopped cheering and stared at the DJ Gym Leader. “I’m impressed, you defeated me with only one Pokemon. You truly are a gifted trainer darling.” DJ explained commenting on the young girl.

Hattie smiled at the comment the gym leader gave her. “Thank you.” She replied.

“You’re welcome.” DJ then took a small badge from his pocket. The badge was a yellow lightning bolt in the shape of a music note. “Here is your first badge, the Beat Badge.” Hattie took the badge and her eyes sparkled seeing the badge in her hands.

Her first gym badge was in her hands.

Her first gym badge was in her hands!

That’s all Hattie thought in her head was that she won her very first gym badge. She couldn’t wait to tell her dad about her achievement. “Now we both have our first badge!” Mu exclaimed. Hattie giggled and high fived her best friend. The two decided to celebrate for this achievement and started to walk out of the gym.

“See you again darling!” DJ yelled. “Tell your father I said hi!”

“I will! Thanks DJ!” Hattie shouted back.

Tina, who watched the entire gym from outside looked to see the door to the gym open and quickly hid as Hattie and Mu were leaving the gym. The two were talking and laughing as they made their way to the Pokémon Center.

“I’ll buy food for us. Whatever you want I’m paying!” Mu offered.

“Wow thanks Mu.” Hattie thanked her friend.

Once they were gone Tina was ready to enter the gym. “Guess it’s our turn Cyndaquil.” She said to her starter.

“Quil.” Cyndaquil replied as they followed their trainer inside the gym.

DJ was just done healing his Pokémon and heard the door to his gym open. “Oh hello there.” He said to Tina. He didn’t have time to do his big introduction as he was healing his team and was even surprised another trainer showed up minutes after Hattie. “I’m guessing you're here for a battle too.”

Tina nodded. “I am.” She replied.

#A Voice in Time AU #A Voice in Time #ahit AU #Pokemon AU #dj grooves #Beta Hat Kid #Hat Kid #mustache girl #hattrem #Shinx #Mareep #Cyndaquil #Gym battle

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asoftervirge · 4 years

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Of “Love” & Murder - (5/13)

CHAPTER TITLE: The Tragedy of Roman Scarlet

RATING: M PAIRINGS: P. Sanders/V. Sanders (main/one-sided); R. Sanders/V. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/L. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/D. Sanders (former); Remy/E. Picani (side); T. Sanders/OMC (mentioned)

CHAPTER WARNINGS/KINKS: mentions of Remus, mentions of Lovecraft & his Racism, Alcohol, Singing, Musical References, Flirting, Kissing, Touching, Implied/Referenced Smut, mentions of Murder CHAPTER SUMMARY: Roman tells Virgil his backstory on how he met Virgil.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: And here we’re introduced to Roman! :D Again, from here on, the content warnings are heavier than the previous chapters, so please take care of yourself if you decide to keep going! Have fun reading everyone! xx Virge

INSPIRATION: This post by @phantomofthesanderssides

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Patton blinked in astonishment while the figure continued to smile gently at him.

Was— Was he dreaming, or was this actually happening?

A soft giggle breaks him out of his shocked state. It was a very melodic sound, and despite the surprise that was currently surging through his body, it somehow put him at ease.

“What’s the matter, darling?” the voice called to him, almost amused by Patton’s shock. “You happen to look quite pale. Paler than the man who lives here, and he happens to wear quite a lot of foundation.”

Backing away slightly, Patton tugged at his sweater nervously. “You…Who are you?”

The person— ghost? vision? hallucination?— gave him a sparkling smile. It almost made him blush. “You don’t remember who I am?” he asked. Patton was confused by this. “Perhaps you should get a closer look. Come, come. There’s no need to be shy! My face is a familiar sight for many of my adoring fans, especially if they who went to Storytime.”

If they went to the bar? Patton became a little more confused, but he did as Roman asked and stepped closer, albeit shyly. With his smile still bright, Roman moved his head about to give the confectioner a glimpse of his profile. As he did so, baby blue eyes widened in sudden realization.

The sharp angles and high cheekbones. The ruby red lips. The hourglass figure. The curly auburn hair and reddish-brown eyes. There was no mistaking who this was anymore.

“Wait,” he breathes out. “You…You’re Roman Scarlet.”

“So you’ve remembered.” Roman smiled wider. “I am, indeed.”

Patton looked at him in awe. This was the famed Scarlet Rose who Remy and Thomas gushed about so much. The one whose photographs hung on many of the lounge’s walls.

Though he looked very different from both the painting here, and the photograph that he saw at Storytime. Instead of a beautiful, glittering red dress, it was a three-piece suit. A suit that consisted of a cream blazer with a yellow shirt underneath, along with white dress pants and black boots. Red and gold patterned designs decorated his attire in various places. And a red-colored ascot was wrapped around his neck.

Nonetheless, he was still very handsome as he was beautiful.

“I-I…” the confectioner didn’t know where to begin. “How— How are you here? How am I able to see you like this?”

A sad smile now came to Roman’s face. “I’m here to warn you,” was all he said.

“Warn me?” Patton echoed confusedly. “About what?”

Roman didn’t say anything. He kept his head down, gazing at his clutched hands that sat upon his lap. The confectioner noted how his nails were colored the same as his lips. His eyes held a bevy of emotions in them: bittersweetness and a little bit of mournfulness.

“Ms. Scarlet?”

“It’s Mr., actually. Oh, don’t look guilty, dearie, it happens.” Roman reassured as he saw Patton look bad for accidentally misgendering him. “I’m just,” he shook his head. “It’s not the most pleasant thing to look back upon.”

“You don’t have to—”

“No,” the former thespian said firmly, suddenly, causing Patton to look surprised. He corrected himself, using a much more calmer tone, “No. I need to warn you of the Cruel De Vil that lives in this house.”

Patton let out a noise and nodded. “Take your time, Mr. Scarlet.”

“Call me Roman, please,” Roman tells him with a faint tug of his lips. “And…I suppose I should start at the very beginning. It’s a very good place to start.”

Patton nods again, waiting patiently as the former thespian takes a deep breath.

“As I was growing up, I always wanted had a passion for singing and dancing,” he begins. “All types of music would play from either the record player or Mama’s radio.” A faint smile traced his ruby lips. “My parents always encouraged us to follow our dreams in the same way my grandparents did them when they first came to America so many years ago; and I’ve stuck by that ever since. I remember putting on little performances for my family after dinner or whenever we had guests come over; I remember how joyous I felt whenever I received applauds or cheers from my audience. That only fueled me to aspire acting unlike my brother, Remigio, or Remus as he likes to be called, who pursued literature…albeit of the more…horrific genre. Think Edgar Allan Poe or, even worse, H.P. Lovecraft.”

Patton shivered, an ugly feeling forming in the pit of his stomach. Roman agreed with his sentiments.

“Don’t ask me why my brother would want to affiliate himself with a notorious racist,” he scoffed with a small eye roll. “Once he read The Call of Cthulhu, by the head of Nessie, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. All of his works had some form of cosmic entity, or encryptic language, or some reference to a cult that always gave me the heebie-jeebies.”

The confectioner grew a little bit sick.

“Now where were we?” Roman mumbled to himself as he lost his train of thought. “Ah, yes! My life story, not my brothers’. When I was in high school, I started joining drama clubs, classes, and performing at my local theater. My first ever performance was Teen Angel in Grease; it was a small role, but I immersed myself in it. So much so, that I started grabbing people’s attention from the get-go. I then stared in My Fair Lady, Annie Get Your Gun, and a couple small name plays.”

“However, my biggest chance came through when I got the parts for two big productions: Captain Von Trapp in The Sound of Music, and Romeo in Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet.” Patton could see Roman’s eyes light up as he talked. “It was these roles that could show people that I was serious about acting, that I wanted to be more than a celebrity in my community. And boy did I wow them! I made them laugh, I made them cry, I stunned them with my acting. Nobody could have that more so than me, and I did it.”

“That was when I was scouted by a talent agent in the audience. He told me with my voice and my talents, I would become star on the Great White Way.” Roman shook his head, almost like he still couldn’t believe it. “And I took the leap of faith, and thus, Ramon Alexandre de la Rosa became Roman Scarlet.”

“Why change your name?”

Roman shrugged. “I had to appeal to the Americans somehow. No one would remember someone with a Spanish name like mine. Besides, a lot of us celebrities changed our names in order to reach fame.”

Patton nods. It made sense. “So how did you end up performing at Storytime?”

“About a year or so after it opened. I wanted to go back to my roots of performing for small audiences. I was performing in Hamlet when I met Alejandro Reyes and Thomas Sanders. We had dinner that night and the rest, as they say, is history. I started performing there on the weekends when I didn’t have a show.”

“And that was how you met Virgil?” Patton dared to ask.

Roman grew silent. Then chuckled emptily. “Yes,” he said finally. “That, was how I met Virgil. Or rather, how Virgil met me.”

…

One of the first things Virgil saw upon entering Storytime were a bunch of excited people clambered near the stage and its runway, faces aglow by the spotlights as they yearned to see their Prince. As he moved towards the bar, he took a closer look at the steady stream of people; it was a remarkably varied group— a mix of skin colors, genders, ages, along with sexual and romantic orientations mixed together. The air was thick with excitement as they continued to fill the lounge like sheep or cattle.

He casually slid onto one of the barstools, back against the bar and elbows resting on the counter; he reclined languidly, crossing one leg over the other.

Virgil looked around and also noticed some performers in scantily-clad outfits, sequin sparkling as they swayed their hips, going up to the bar to order some liquid courage. The fingers of the musicians drummed against their instruments, creating a low, thumping bass noise as they tested them and got them ready for the show.

“Hello, there,” a kind voice spoke from behind him. “Can I interest you in a cocktail?”

Casually, almost nonchalantly, Virgil tilted his head back so he was staring at the bartender from upside down. They were looking down (up?) at him with kind eyes and a pleasant smile, in his hand was a cocktail shaker.

Virgil thought a moment then nodded. “One espresso martini, please.”

The bartender nodded as he prepared his drink. He mixed vodka, simple syrup, coffee liqueur, and freshly brewed espresso together in the shaker with ice. He strained it into a chilled cocktail glass, garnished it with espresso beans before sliding the glass to Virgil.

He took a long sip of his drink, the taste of vodka and coffee hitting his palette pleasantly. He looked at the bartender and nodded, signaling that he did a good job. The bartender smiled wider and then moved on to making cocktails for the other patrons that walked to the bar.

Sipping again, Virgil blanked out any of the noises surrounding him until he caught wind of two very familiar looking people near the far-right corner of the bar. One having dark brown hair with lavender dye, the other having burnt orange hair; the both of them were chatting about something, but what, he didn’t know.

Remy’s golden brown eyes met his for a split second. He whispered to Toby before pointing to Virgil. This caused him to force a smile and nod cordially, receiving a wink and a blow of a kiss back. If he were honest, he was glad they didn’t motion him to join their conversation, otherwise, he would’ve just hissed and made sarcastic jabs at them.

Then the lights flared dramatically; all who were still standing quickly made their way to any open seats available as a man appeared on stage.

“And now, ladies, gentlemen, and all of our beloved guests here at Storytime, please welcome the star of the hour— Ms. Roman Scarlet!”

The audience broke out into the loudest of applauses as the starlet’s name was announced, though they quickly quieted down as the lights dimmed and a singular spotlight shone against the thick velvet curtains.

“You had plenty money 1922,” the voice crooned as a long, smooth leg appeared onto the stage from the small parting left open. Then the curtains slowly drew back as the instruments picked up to her voice. “You let other women make a fool of you…”

Virgil sat up a little, looking slightly fascinated.

Red-painted lips twisted up into a sultry smile as they strutted over to the piano, leaning against it in a suggestive manner. “Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?”

She then sauntered across the stage to the cheers and hollers and whistles. Her red sequin dress had a long slit that left little room for imagination. “Get out of here and get me some money too?” Roman stops to raise their long leg up, running the skin of her foot along the jawline of a lucky patron. You could almost swear they were nuzzling it.

“So, this is the illustrious Scarlet Rose that charms people to their knees, hmm?” Virgil notes as he takes another sip of his martini glass. He says this as if he doesn’t know who Roman Scarlet is, but everyone in the city knows who they are.

“Yep.” A voice rung from beside him. He looked to see Toby and Remy eyeing him with teasing looks that really made Virgil want to hiss and growl at them. Toby smirked and took a swig of his whiskey.

“And ain’t we lucky people to watch this bombshell every weekend, sugar?” Remy lowers their sunglasses and winked at him before taking Toby by the arm and leading him to a more secluded part of the lounge.

When they left, Virgil turned back to the stage. The dress clung to her body like a second skin, showing off her toned and slim figure; muscles shifted visibly as she prowled, blowing kisses and winking at the captives surrounding her.

“You’re sitting there wondering what it’s all about. You ain’t got no money, they will put you out,” Roman’s fingers carded through her hair, tousling it in a flirtatious manner. “Why don’t you do right, like some other men do? Get out of there and get me some money too?”

Roman then strides down the runway, one hand sliding down her belly and resting on her hip. “If you had prepared 20 years ago, you wouldn’t be a-wanderin’ out from door to door,” She reached down and ran her free hand down the side of a lucky patron’s face. They kept their eyes trained on her as their mouth hung agape. “Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?” she crooned as she slid her fingers away from their chin.

They nearly fainted.

She then hops onto one of the tables, heels clicking against the wood. Some of the patrons volunteered their hands for Roman to take as she steps off the table. “Get out of here and get me some money too?”

Virgil watches as she moved away from the stage and runway, the thickest part of the crowd and over to the bar. “I fell for your jivin’ and I took you in,” The bartender slid Roman a dry martini with a couple of olives. “Now all you got to offer me’s a drink of gin,” He watches with an impressed look as she slams the martini down the back of her throat, then popping both olives in her mouth.

The bartender takes the glass and Roman smiled sweetly at them, leaning in to kiss their cheek. “Why don’t you do right, like some other men do?” She looked over to her left and wiggled her fingers at Toby and Remy when she saw them. “Get out of here and get me some money too.”

Finally, her passionate eyes finally met the stormy eyes of Virgil Nyx.

A cheshire grin appeared on her face as trailed her hand across Virgil’s back, fingertips gently scratching at the back of his neck making him grown more and more intrigued. Then she was moving in front of him, both hands moving from Virgil’s back to his shoulders. She slid her hands underneath of his trench coat, touch blazing even through his thick turtleneck.

“Why don’t you do right,” she purred, now wrapped her arms around his neck as the audience whooped in delight. As she straddled him by a leg, Virgil felt the flames of her presence burning brighter. “Like some other men—”

Roman squeaked as Virgil instantly pulled her onto his lap, now sitting on him completely. She was warm and solid there as they were pressed chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach. The raptured audience’s breath hitched along with Roman as they all saw this sudden and dramatic interruption of the song, but none of them minded; in fact, they were equally drawn to the mysterious man boldly challenging their starlet.

Her heart hammered frantically against her chest as she felt skinny, calloused fingers tickle her back, seeing the smirk in his eyes as she squirmed on top of him. Whether she was squirming closer or further away from him, Virgil didn’t know, but he enjoyed watching such a composed performer crumble from his touch.

Virgil leaned closer until their noses nearly touched, breath brushing each other’s lips. Despite Roman knowing they were in a room with a mass crowd of people, all clinging onto to her every note, but in that moment, with the spotlight shining on both their faces, they were the only two people in the building.

“— D-Do~…” Roman finished the last note with a small stutter as she slid off Virgil’s lap, quickly trying to bring the sensual look on her fact to no avail.

The drums, followed by the bass, and finally the piano sounded the encore of the song as the Scarlet Rose strutted (more like scampered) back to the stage. The spotlight faded entirely, and the curtains swung closed, Roman’s last not echoing through the showroom.

There was an crescendo in applause as it died, not really wanting to break the enchantment, but wanting to scream their love at their diva. A few claps, followed by more, then it became a roar or feral howl that couldn’t be tamed by the band’s random playing during intermission.

As the spell broke over the audience, many of them went over to the bar to refill their drinks while others went and chattered to other patrons; and there were those that grabbed others to drag them to rooms outside of the lounge (probably to either smoke, make out, or have a quickie.)

It was during this time that Virgil turned in his seat and casually ordered another espresso martini. The bartender (who he learned was named Thomas) smiled and complimented at how he made Roman flustered like that; apparently it was a rare thing to do. Virgil hummed and sipped his martini, silently shooing Thomas away, who complied and filled even more drinks for patrons.

Perhaps five or more minutes later, the piano started up in a jazzy, ragtime tune. The crowed swarmed back to the stage, runway, and any empty seats as Roman sauntered back onto the stage with a less flustered face.

She got into position in front of the microphone, long fingers wrapping around it suggestively. Virgil turned back to the stage as Roman started singing another tune: “All that Jazz” from Chicago. Even he, who wasn’t all that much of a purveyor of the glitz and glamor of The Great White Way, could see the appeal— though this might’ve had more to do with the actual performer than the performances themselves.

Roman held the audience in the palm of her hand for another four more songs after that. She toyed with them playfully as she danced and swayed her hips in that very provocative dress and her high, alluring voice raising goosebumps on fevered skin.

Eventually, the final song, “Nowadays/Hot Honey Rag,” also from Chicago, came to a crashing halt and Roman stood on the stage, damp with sweat and grinning triumphantly. A model shotgun was in her hands and a red top hat was on her head.

“Thank you, ladies, lords and non-binary royalty!” She blew a kiss, gathering bouquets and individual roses in her arms. “Thank you for another wonderful night! I’ll see you again next weekend!”

The curtains fell to thunderous applause, yet Virgil cancelled it out. He stood up along with the audience as they gathered their belongings; then discreetly walked backstage as they now prowled the lounge. Dark grey eyes narrowed and scanned the halls at the other performers, backstage crew, costume designers, and makeup artists scuttling about. Finally he caught sight of a glittering gold star with the cursive ’Roman Scarlet’ underneath.

Making sure no one was looking, he opened the door with a single twist. Walking inside, he closed it with the faintest of clicks. His eyes grew intrigued and wicked as he glanced over the dressed-down starlet.

Roman’s sequin dress and boa were hanging on a mannequin in the far right corner of the room, which was decorated in red wallpaper with golden details. The furniture— a couch, fainting chair, and vanity seat— matched the seating in the lounge, also red velvet cushioning. Four lamps darned the walls to give it extra lighting even with the lights from the vanity table. Speaking of the vanity, makeup ranging from palettes, lipsticks, and polishes were scattered about its surface along with playbills and pearl jewelry. A giant bouquet of red and pink roses lay on the floor by the actor’s feet, next to her red heels.

The star herself was sitting in front of the mirror, wiping any remnants of sweaty makeup off her face and reapplying it. Her curly auburn hair glowed in the lighting, and her skin looked a little shining from being on stage. Covering her body (or barely) was a long, red chiffon robe with a silk ribbon tied loosely around her waist, attached to the sleeves and bottom were red feathers that looked identical to the white ones on her boa.

In the silence between them, Roman was quietly humming a tune: “What’s New, Buenos Aires” from Evita.

Virgil smirks faintly as he shuffled across the room. And as the final bars of the song were hummed, he finally addressed her, “Roman Scarlet. I’ve heard so much about you before I came here.”

A squeak, followed by the dropping of something. (A palette? A compact mirror? Virgil didn’t know and frankly didn’t care.) Roman turned around to see the amused man standing behind her. “Y-You?!” she cried out in surprise. “H-How did you get in here?!”

“Door’s unlocked,” Virgil motioned to it. “But that doesn’t matter. What matters is, I’m finally pleased to make the acquaintance of someone of your caliber.”

Roman blinked, a flattered blush dusting her cheeks. “I-I thank you, truly,” she tells him. “But I’m not that special, for I am only an actor. Nothing to shout about, only a person enjoying their passion.”

“But you’re more than that,” Virgil insists, sitting on the arm of the couch. “When you act, you take us away from the squalor of the real world.”

The surprised expression on Roman’s face quickly disappeared, eyes lighting up in an excited manner. “A man who also knows Andrew Lloyd Webber?! Are you trying to tempt my theatrical heart?”

“Depends,” Virgil shrugged, raising a cocky eyebrow. He moved closer to the actor, pulling out a dark red rose tied with a black ribbon out of his trench coat. “Is it working?”

Roman takes the rose, breath hitching as their fingertips brush each other. She observes the richly colored petals before smelling it. She’s been given all sorts of roses throughout the years, but never one like this. “I believe it might be.”

Virgil smirked. “Good.” He rested his right ankle over his knee. “I must say, you have quite the voice, Ms. Scarlet. Or is it Mr. now?”

“It’s Ms. Scarlet currently. And thank you again for your praises.” Roman says, her newly painted lips twist into a smirk of her own. Her eyes grow half-lidded, allowing Virgil to see her sparkling red eyeshadow. “So,” she coquettishly crossed her legs. “What brought you to Storytime, Mr…?”

“Nyx. Virgil Nyx.”

Roman hummed. The name sounded very enticing in her mind. “You seem to be of the dark and gloomy type who doesn’t enjoy the nightclub scene. Again, what brings you here to flirt with a someone like me, hmm?”

“Well, I just so happen to remember some old friends who come here regularly, Remy Moerani and Toby Hallows.” That wasn’t completely true, as Virgil had only met them once or twice while still working at the bookstore. He would barely call them acquaintances, let alone friends. “But I personally came to see the beautiful rose performing at this establishment.”

A bright blush came to Roman’s face. “O-Oh come now!” she squeaked, averting her eyes from Virgil. “Y-You’re just being charming!”

“I mean it.” Virgil moves so he was directly kneeling in front of the vanity seat. His fingers carded themselves in her curly auburn hair, causing her breath to hitch again. His hand moved to where it was now caressing Roman’s cheek.

His thumb lightly ran across her bottom lip, the smooth and glossy lipstick coating his calloused skin. They parted obligingly. Dark grey eyes met reddish-brown ones; ones were sharpened in concentration, while the others were widened in anticipation.

Then, in a blink of an eye, Virgil kissed her.

Roman melted into the kiss the second their lips met. Her long, delicate fingers entangled themselves around Virgil’s neck and in his hair. In turn, he could feel the other man’s trailing magically down her body, causing her to squirm and writhe deliciously in his arms.

It was like an explosion— unrestrained and all-consuming.

As quickly as it started the kiss broke, and when Roman was about to whine and complain, she felt lips marking her skin. Fang-like teeth grazing against her sharp jawline, rapidly-beating pulse point, all the way down her hourglass figure.

Biting her reddened (and newly smeared) lips, she looks down at Virgil with hazy eyes as he touches her in a way she’s never been touched before. His faded hair tickled her skin as his kisses got lower and lower; she whines at him tracing the hem of her red, lacy panties before resuming all the way down her thighs, legs, and to her feet. Her fingers gripping and loosening against the arms of her chair.

“Wh— What are you doing…?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Virgil looked up at her with seductive eyes as he kissed all the way back up her leg and thigh, nipping occasionally. Roman gasped sharply, wanting to throw her head back and let herself be immersed in this tantalizing pleasure, but she kept her gaze on him. “I’m tempting your theatrical heart,” he continued, smirking. “Or better yet,” He kissed the hem of her panties before tugging them in his teeth. “Your body.”

Roman whimpered and felt herself growing weaker. “V-Virgil~” She really wanted him, but she was worried since, well, they were in her dressing room and not her apartment in the upper part of town. “W-We’ll get caught—!”

“Well, if someone decides to listen in…just tell them we’re playing patty-cake.” He tells her sitting up, unbuttoning and unzipping on his uncontrollably-tight leather pants.

Roman gulped and nodded, sighing happily as she was pulled into another searing kiss. Lips messily attacking each other, and hands roaming and groping each other. The balls of her heels were pressing hard into the small of his back.

She could feel herself slowly growing weak, weak for Virgil Nyx, weak for what he was doing to her, weak for the fire growing ablaze in her belly. She was pressed closer and closer until Roman couldn’t think of anything but heat, skin, pressure, pleasure, Virgil.

Virgil, Virgil, Virgil.

Her hands flew to his turtleneck and trench coat, yanking and tearing them off his body. As she did this, Roman could feel him undoing the ribbon around her waist then swiftly taking off her panties.

The first moan ripped from her throat after a few agonizing minutes of kissing, touching, and prepping each other. Her nails begin clawing and scratching Virgil’s back as he rocked his hips in and out of her, panting and groaning lowly against her ear.

Any members of the show or crew that were backstage blushed and gossiped amongst themselves as they heard pleasured cries, deep grunts, and lewd praises/comments.

(When Roman came out of the dressing room and made her way to the lounge— fully dressed and with a bright blush on her cheeks— reactions to her varied. Most giggled while some dared not look at her in the eyes, others coughed awkwardly and some even wolf-whistled. Her friends were no different. Toby snorted into his whiskey glass, Remy cackled and slid her a screaming orgasm, Alejandro sighed and made his way to the stage, while Thomas shook his head and tended to other patrons.)

…

Patton blushed furiously as Roman giggled. He didn’t expect the ghost to give him such…details about his love life with Virgil, even if he glossed over some things (which he was grateful for). Then again, he suppose it came with the territory of being some so sensational like Roman, and mystifying like Virgil.

“Oh, I apologize, darling.” Roman said with an apologetic look. “I don’t mean to make you redder than Dorothy’s shoes, but it’s something I can’t help. Virgil was…well, quite the tempestuous lover,” A thrill went up his spine, a blush appearing on his own cheeks. “Just one little touch in the right place and he made me weak in my knees~” A blissful sigh.

“S-So uhm…” The confectioner said a little suddenly, growing redder. He didn’t know how to continue in the conversation in the first place! “H-How did you remain so close with Virgil?” he asked lamely. “D-Did he keep coming to Storytime or—?”

Roman snapped out of his lovestruck trance and moved over to the dresser. Patton didn’t know why, but he felt a sudden chill come through the room. He returned with a beautiful white picture frame with golden embossing on it, the stand out of it was the photograph of Roman and Virgil.

Baby blue eyes stared closely as he inspected the details. Auburn hair tickled a pale cheek as they curled into each other’s sides, arms linked with one another.

Virgil looking surprisingly handsome. His hair was actually kept out of his eyes and more violet than what it is now. A distant smile was on his face that was half-turned towards the camera. His attire was also fancier than his usual trench coat and turtleneck; he was wearing a wine colored button up, black suit pants, a lilac vest, and purple tie. He was also wearing dark eyeshadow and purple lipstick.

Roman also looked very beautiful, lovely even. He was wearing a white, lacy mermaid gown that fit snugly on his body. The detailing on it was also lined with gold, from the bodice, to the sleeves, and all the way to the skirt. His signature red makeup painted on his face. A thin, lacy veil was adorned on his hair attached to a sparkling little tiara. In his hands was a giant bouquet of red roses.

They were standing in front of Storytime, surrounding them were Thomas, Alejandro, Remy, and Toby. All of them had varying expressions on their faces, but they all had one thing in common: happiness.

Written on the bottom right corner of the photo, in bright red ink were the following words, a red heart encircled around them:

‘Virgil + Roman February 14th, 1975’

“He became my husband.” Roman says, confirming everything Thomas told him. “We were married on Valentine’s Day.” He looked at the photograph, his face softening as he recalled that day. “It was magical. The most happiest day of my life. Everything seemed so wonderful back then. Like nothing horrible was going to happen.” His expression then turned sad, almost bittersweet. “How foolish and naive I was.”

Patton look at him. “What do you mean?” he asked in confusion. “What happened?”

Silence.

Then something Patton wasn’t expecting at all.

“He murdered me.”

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