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Route to Eutopia - New WIP IF

DEMO(28K) I CHARACTER DOSSIERS I PLAYLIST (TBA)

You have one year left to live.

But are you afraid of dying? Probably not. Since you don’t even know how to live your life. You have been hidden away from public eye since young. And the only friend you have is an Alter, humanoid species born to only serve other people and nothing else. Alters live so ‘people like you’ could live.

That makes the two of you. Alive. But never here. Never lived.

If opportunities arise, would you take a chance to change it? Only you can answer.

In a world where feeling nothing at all is better than letting your emotions rule over you, your choice to break those rules and make a change will paint a new shade of history that no one ever could. 

Hidden behind shut doors to live your quiet life as a secret child of Bastien Palmer, Sole Leader of Eutopia paradise, you never experience anything except for repeating the same old routine your entire life. You are the existence which should not be known, not just for the reason that you are the byproduct of your father and his secret lover. But also because of your frightening ‘Alter-like’ eye color, most of it is silver like any Stargaze–but nevertheless… tinted shamefully by crimson streaks.

You are told to stay away from public eyes for the sake of Palmer’s reputation in which you feel obliged to. However, your life of peaceful solitude will never be the same again after tonight…

Route to Eutopia is a violent dystopian loosely-conceptual interactive story where you are a bystander surrounded by The Chosen One of your own choice. You are to designate whether this story will head towards the direction of mutual peace between Alters– a human-like species believed to be plagued by uncured disease since birth– and Stargazers —a group of survivors whose ancestors once lived on a faraway planet before an inevitable disaster occurred and forced them to flee into another dimension, or towards a doom fate that cannot be reversible.

To be noted; RtE is a heavily-relationship based game (not necessarily in platonic/romantic sense) each of your interactions with any character will determine the tone and purpose of their motivation. Any choice you have chosen, make sure to embrace the consequences of your action at your own expense.

With that being said, it is also worth mentioning that you don’t need to engage into a romance or specific relationship with any character to complete the story.

RtE also rated 18+ for strong language, suggestive contents, disturbing topics such as racism, sexism, discrimination against queer people, explicit descriptions of violence, murders, drug use and sexual behaviors of certain characters with optional intercourse scenes.

Setting

RtE takes place in a post-apocalypse society where the concept of time is lost and any history known was only speculations at best and rumour at worst. Trying to maintain their sense of utopia, Stargazers built and operated their space colony as a temporary base for self-preservation (in which only fews know details about) called ‘Eutopia’. 

In this dystopian paradise people’s sole purpose of living was fixated on surviving. And in order to do that, the whole population creates a solid ground rule not to let themselves ‘feel’ about other emotions that do not serve for public favors. Hence, you will be challenged to adapt to several situations and handpick the best flavor of your actions based on the emotions you have learnt or developed from your surroundings.

Who do you play as?

For now, you will be playing as a secret child of Bastien Palmer, the leader of Stargazers who already has a wife and two other perfect children, your younger sister and brother. Ones you have never interacted with nor you ever get the chance to.

MCs subjectively considered a white sheet which you can paint anything on by your preferences. Explore the world full of colorful emotions or bottomless pit of numbness by your own choices. 

But remember, Eutopia is a place where everything goes according to one simple rule ‘To survive’ hence the marriage between a man and woman will be set as the norm and only truth, and someone who will state otherwise must face and suffer the ugliness of social standards accordingly. However, I do not encourage any transphobic/homophobic behavior of the characters in this story. Please kindly be assured of that.

There might be a chance where you can start off as other characters, that is, however, still a subject-to-change matter as of now.

Introduction to the Chosen Ones [ ROs]

**Please be aware of mild spoilers below**

Vegaris (M/F) 19 Star-crossed lovers or Nemesis route, The Rebel.

They would do anything to survive, even if it means to betray the only person who trusts them deeply… like you.

Vegaris is an Alter who has so many sides hidden behind closed doors. Unpredictable, cunning, hot and cold are the words that describe them best. Due to their traumatic childhood (much like other Alters on Eutopia), they have a deep-root hatred for Stargazers. Although they were brought in by your family and treated almost the same as one of your father’s own kids. They still witness the unfairness of being an Alter in society and never afraid to point the wrong in other people’s doings. 

Their usual mask, however, is one where you cannot crack open that easily. They always remain calm and composed in front of you, and only show their fangs when circumstances arise.

Dana/Darren Regency (M/F) 22 Childhood friends, Forbidden route, The Face.

For a person who seems to be easy to read as much as an open-book, they sure talk with silence better than with their own voice.

A poster girl/boy for Regency Academy. Your former childhood friend (for some unknown reason, they're trying their hardest to avoid you) and an only child to the Head of Deans at Regency, Sandalphon. They are the precise image of how one should raise a Stargazer. Being a honor student. A model citizen. And a perfect ideal partner. They are assigned to be married with the most capable genetic-wise fiancé. As popular as they appear to be to the public, their private life (as private as it can be) is still a gigantic loophole for most imprudent reporters trying to catch even just a glimpse.

It seems like what they are trying to avoid is not just you, but the entirety of Eutopia.

Sandalphon Regency (M/F) 40 Age-difference, Single-parent route, The Pacifist.

Do you believe in something just because it's true, or it becomes the truth only when you believe in it?

Sandalphon is the most powerful influence among the deans of Regency. A group of people that has control over governing matters even beyond that of Bastien Palmer, the President. For Sandal, they are anything and everything people could ever ask for in a Regency. Kind, generous, well-versed with every branch of knowledge in the universe. Never wrong in anything. And never judge anyone based on their bias.

If only people knew the truth, they’d probably beg to differ.

Maybe they are just good at hiding beneath that gentle facade, maybe a calculated mind with strings to pull works best with neutral suggestions... who knows?

One more hidden character will be revealed in the demo, Into the Madness route, The Savior.

[ Classified info. ]

**There will be two sub ROs and flings to be introduced later in the story.**

More info will be announced.

Demo 1st update : 24/01/2024 Chapter 1 (28k codes excluded)

Datalog is completed roughly til the end of the story. Coding and polishing will certainly take time. Any more updates will be announced solely on this blog.

Reblogging is appreciated. Thank you!

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 21, Unacceptable - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, violence, mentions of sexual situations.

Word Count: 1.3k

Previously On...: Oh, look-- you didn't sleep with Steve, after all! THANK FUCKING GOD. So what if Bucky thinks that you did? lololololol

A/N: NGL, this part was delicious to write. Pocket setting of explosions, baby.

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You stepped into the conference room, still wearing Steve’s shirt, though you’d paired it with a pair of leggings and a belt, and your go-bag slung over your shoulder. You figured if Bucky thought the two of you had slept together, you may as well feed into the notion. Good. Let him have a taste of his own fucking medicine. You smiled when you saw Sam had beat you there and was already sitting at the conference table, chatting with Steve.

You sat down next to Sam. “Morning, boys,” you said, voice more cheerful than you felt after your confrontation with Bucky earlier. “Are we ready to rock and roll?”

“Damn, Baby Girl!” Sam grinned back at you as he took in your altered appearance. After you finished packing, you’d met with a hair stylist and had her dye your hair from its normal hue to a more stripper-appropriate bubble bath pink, and had her put in extensions so your hair came down to your ass in long, loose curls. 

Steve just smiled at your transformation and slid you a manilla folder. You opened it up to find a fake ID, documentation, and a brief dossier with your cover history.

“I hope you don’t mind, Pocket,” Steve began, “but I discussed it with Tony and we decided it would be best if you resumed your old dancer alias. That way, if anyone has any questions about your background, there’s a legitimate history for them to follow up on.” You nodded that was smart. “Cherry Pie’s back in action, then?” you grinned.

Steve smiled. “Looks like. Tony also wanted to apologize for not being here to say goodbye; there was some need for Iron Man’s services in Belize early this morning.” You nodded, sad that you had to miss out on saying goodbye to him, and to thank him for the party, especially when you didn’t know how long it would be before you saw him again. “He also said to tell you he’s arranged to have all your presents moved up to your new room for when you get back but, if you want them at any point while you’re in Atlantic City, to just let him know and he’ll…” Steve paused to check to check a piece of paper that apparently had Tony’s instructions on them, “‘fly them down myself because if she thinks I’m going to let her stay undercover with that birdbrain–’” 

“Hurtful!” interjected Sam.

“‘--with that birdbrain and not come down and personally check to make sure she’s still alive, she’s gonna have to think again.’” Steve finished. 

You laughed. “Yeah, alright. Tell him I said thanks,” you said.

Before anything more could be said, your attention was caught by a ruckus outside the conference room. You could hear the sound of doors being slammed open and someone stomping their way down the hall toward you, and an angry voice bellowing out “ROGERS!”

“Oh shit, Cap,” Sam grinned, “What’d you do?”

Bucky came barreling through the double doors of the conference room, sending them both flying into the adjacent walls with a thud. His gaze bore into Steve as he stalked toward him.

“IF YOU THINK, FOR ONE GODDAMNED SECOND, THAT YOU CAN FUCK MY GIRL AND GET AWAY WITH IT–”

He paused when his gaze took in you and Sam. “Oh… I’m sorry, miss. I didn’t realize–”

“He thinks we had sex, Steve,” you said, crossing your arms, “and for some reason he feels he has the right to be upset about it.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Can’t seem to get it through his thick skull that I’m no longer ‘his girl.’”

Bucky did a double take. “Pocket?!” he stuttered, flabbergasted at the sight of you. “What– what the fuck did you do to your hair?” You rolled your eyes and turned away.

“Bucky,” Steve took a step toward his friend. “We’re in the middle of a pre-mission briefing. What the hell’s gotten into you?” he asked.

 Bucky looked from you to Steve, and back again. “I want to hear you admit it, you fucking punk,” he said, pushing Steve with both hands in the chest. Steve stumbled backward.

“Yo, man,” Sam said, standing up, “what the actual fuck?”

“He slept with Pocket,” Bucky said, his voice beginning to rise. “He slept with my girl and I want to hear him fucking admit it to my face.”

Now it was Sam’s turn to look between you and Steve. “Whoa, Baby Girl. That true?”

You sighed. “No, Samuel. It’s not true.” You cast an angry glance at Bucky. “First, I’m not Bucky’s anything. He made damned sure of that all on his own.” At Sam’s confused expression, you added “Just ask him about what he and Carthage got up to in Russia together.” Sam’s eyes widened and he gave Bucky a disapproving look. “Second, I got high last night, danced with Steve, we went back to my room, we talked, and we fell asleep.”

“You gonna stand there and lie to my fucking face, Pocket?” Bucky yelled. “You answered the door in nothing but his fucking shirt!”

“Okay, first of all, I’m not sure what part of ‘you have no right to be angry about it even if I did’ you don’t understand, and second, I was still wearing a skirt under that shirt, asshole, so, technically, fully dressed. Steve slept in his undershirt, and I just threw the button-up on because my shirt got all tangled up in the night. Nothing happened.”

“Well,” Steve interjected, “I wouldn’t say nothing ha–”

“Jesus Christ, Steve,” you uttered, just as Bucky threw himself at his friend with an angry roar. Sam jumped in to break the two men up, but he was no match for two super soldiers. The two men tousled on the ground, and you could just make out a portion of the insults and accusations they were throwing at one another. 

“If you laid one finger on her–”

“--can’t believe you cheated–”

Having had quite enough of their testosterone display, you grabbed the pitcher of ice water that was sitting on the conference table and, walking over to where Steve currently had Bucky pinned to the floor, dumped its entire contents over both their heads.

“Are you both quite finished?” you asked, annoyed as fuck as the two men spluttered and worked to extricate themselves from one another. “You’re acting pathetic, and Sam and I have places to be.”

Steve reached a hand down to help Bucky get up. “We didn’t sleep together, Buck,” Steve said. “We just… made out a little.”

Bucky looked like he was about to launch himself at Steve again before Steve added “But we knew it was wrong and a mistake and we stopped almost immediately. That’s it, I swear. I would never do that to you, man. You gotta know that. You’re my best friend. To the end of the line, remember?”

Bucky pushed his wet hair back, away from his face. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, punk.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

You rolled your eyes. Reaching across the conference table, you grabbed the files that held the paperwork for you and Sam and handed them to him. “And with that touching display of toxic masculinity,” you said, furious that the two men had been fighting over who got to have access to your body like you were some sort of toy, “Sam and I have a mission to get to.” Slinging your duffle bag over your shoulder, you motioned for Sam to follow you back out the conference room doors.

Just as you reached them, you turned back around. “Oh, and Steve?” you added, knowing you were about to throw a match onto a recently diffused powder keg, but not caring the least little bit about the oncoming explosion. Both Bucky and Steve turned to look at you. “Don’t forget to tell Barnes about having your hand on my cunt.” With that, you walked out, Sam cackling behind you and the sounds of Bucky screaming at Steve echoing in your wake.

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[wolfgang1097]

Disclaimer: I do not condone in anything disturbing nor inappropriate with any of the subject matter involved. I also do not condone in any trolling either.

"White Spy is the Snow White of Spy vs. Spy," White is pure and wholesome," and blah blah blah...

You've got to be kidding! I'm sorry, but if you think and even headcanon that White Spy is pure and wholesome and even portray him as a hero all the time while treating Black like he's a spawn of Satan, then you're living in a fart bubble! Just because White is great with animals, especially dogs, does not mean that he's a "good boy," and I have proof of why every single claim about White Spy being "angelic" is all a bunch of bullcrap:

Plus, there's this part when he threatens the plastic surgeon into making a clone of himself just before that one graphically violent scene that I exposed back in late-January or early-February:

Then there's this scene where he thinks this random old lady is Black in disguise and tries to attack her, only for the old lady to kick his ass:

In my honest opinion, White deserved it. In another paperback strip he forces a Black Embassy geisha at gunpoint to have a clam form a pearl around a bugged microphone. It is from a paperback that I don't have a physical copy of as of yet, but that one is from "The Fourth Declassified Files of Spy vs. Spy," which was later reprinted as "Missions of Madness," I think. Once I have saved up enough, I'll be looking forward to buying it off of Amazon just like I did with my only paperback (as of now), "Masters of Mayhem," back in January. Also, there was a strip called "Operation: Altered Ego," from the paperback "The Third Dossier of Spy vs. Spy," where White plays a really cruel (and very disturbing) prank on Black after the former read "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." This results in Black turning into a Mr. Hyde version of himself and ends up being taken to the nut house, all thanks to White using his love for literature to his own advantage despite that it has been used against him on other multiple occasions. That incident is proof that White has set up harsher, more callous, and disturbing traps for Black, and I am not surprised as I am beyond positive that this obviously isn't the only time he has pulled even more callous pranks on Black; remember what he did in "Operation: Maid of Steel" (which was made into animated short towards the end of the first season of MADtv 23-24 years later) from the same paperback?

Anyway, this is my point and I am dead serious: stop calling White Spy wholesome, pure, and good because I have evidence that proves otherwise! He may be great with animals (*cough**cough*Operation: Operation*cough**cough*) and can be a softy deep down inside, which shows that he does have standards, but that does not mean he is pure and wholesome!

No, I am not defending Black Spy either. Though I am sure he probably has standards as well, and might be a softy deep down inside, too. I mean, according to the wiki (which may not be 100% valid, of course, though), Black has been shown to be empathetic towards civilians, which is something White usually exploits at any given opportunity. Not to mention that Black also seems to be great with children, apparently. To anybody who loves antagonizing Black Spy, when you say you love White Spy better yet have tons of artwork torturing Black nonstop more than artwork of White, you are openly proving that you're a hypocrite, so why don't y'all do a lot of us this favor: cut the crap and leave Black alone!

This post was not meant to antagonize White Spy; this post was meant to expose him. Neither spy is good nor evil because the comics were not supposed to have the good vs. evil element; they were intended to represent that war is worthless. Both Black Spy and White Spy were meant to be equally sadistic, psychotic, and callous towards each other. Don't get me wrong. I mean, I love both Black Spy and White Spy equally because I think they're both simultaneously adorable and insane at the same time. Either way, I am sick and tired of people portraying one spy as good and the other as evil. I mean, this whole "white is good" and "black is evil" misconception and stereotype is nothing but a bunch of stupid crap. Seriously, this whole good vs. evil element headcanon in the Spy vs. Spy fandom gets on my nerves and it needs to end NOW.

I do not claim ownership of any content. Spy vs. Spy belongs to the defunct MAD Magazine and the late, great Antonio Prohías.

[mortal-kombattore-115]

Modern Warfare/ Shadow Company OC: Irina Makarova

General Information:

Name: Irina Makarova (Ирина Макарова)

Code name: Nomad

Alias(es): Natalya Ivanova, Vampira (by Valeria), Vamp (by Graves)

Nationality: Russian

Place of Birth: Moscow, RSFSR, Soviet Union

Birthday: May 22, 1986 (aged 38) 

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian

Affiliations: Russian Ground Forces (formerly), Gruzdev Bratva (formerly), Shadow Company (currently) 

Eyes: Brown/Blue

Hair: Blonde (was naturally black)

Build: Lean athletic

Height: 5’6

Languages: Russian, English, Spanish, German, and Mandarin Chinese.

Relationships: Valeria Garza (one night stand)

Marks: Scar on neck

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Biography:

Irina was born just before the fall of the Soviet Union in the suburbs of Moscow, alongside her older brother, Vladimir Makarov. As the daughter of a high-ranking politician within the Russian government, Irina watched the Soviet Union crumble, taking her father with it at the age of 4. After her father’s death, Irina grew up with a brother who didn't consider her a sister, but rather a mistake who would often blame her for their father’s death and the failures of the Soviet Union. Irina cut ties with her brother when he enlisted in the Russian military in 1998. Irina would later enlist in 2004.

During her service, Irina was an extraordinary soldier with her fast reflexes and marksmanship skills as she quickly moved up the ranks.

After six years of service, Irina was discharged from the military and soon befriended a former soldier. Impressed with her combat skills, Irina was recruited into the Gruzdev Bratva as an enforcer. Over the years, Irina found a sense of belonging in the bratva, her ruthless methods and loyalty moved her up in the hierarchy.

Sometime in 2021, two members of the crime family broke into Irina’s home one night in an attempt to assassinate her, which resulted in two casualties and an almost slit throat. Discovering Makarov’s involvement in the assassination, she knew from then on that his torment was just beginning. After the failed assassination attempt by Konni, Irina fled the country altered her appearance changed her identity, and traveled to various locations in Europe and Asia.

In early 2022, Irina resided in Las Almas, Mexico, where she would meet Valeria Garza at a small cafe, unaware of the work she does. The two would occasionally meet at the same spot almost every afternoon, which brought them closer together. After the chaos happening in Las Almas between Task Force 141 and Shadow Company, Irina left Mexico and vanished. 

Several months later, Irina met Phillip Graves at a bar during one of her travels. Going over her dossier and being impressed by her military service history, as well as having the same hatred for Konni, Graves recruited her to Shadow Company.

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Headcanons:

To celebrate one month of friendship, Valeria once gifted Irina a fruit bat.

Best friends with Velikan. Irina reminds him of an old friend she used to have during her bratva days. The two would often share stories about their pasts and often train together.

Her favorite comfort food is Blini (Russian pancake) because of how versatile they are. She loves to put some blueberry jam for when craving something sweet or smoked salmon with caviar for something savory.

[bonecarve]

¹⁾ PINTEREST. ²⁾ PLAYLIST. ³⁾ DEVELOPMENT TAG.

DOSSIER.

NAME. mahito (meaning: true human) SPECIES. cursed spirit MANIFESTATION OF human fear and hatred for other humans. AGE. simultaneously ageless and ~1 year old; curses are immortal, but mahito was manifested into being only recently. assumes a physical form that appears to be in its 20s. GENDER. agender ( he / they / she / it ); tends toward masculine non-binary expression. HEIGHT. 5’11 HAIR COLOUR. blue-gray EYE COLOUR. heterochromia ( gray left eye, blue right eye ) SCARS. patchwork scars across the face and body, giving him the appearance of one who has been stitched together.

PERSONALITY.

ALIGNMENT. chaotic evil. NOTE. mahito is amoral, not immoral. they do not believe in the concept of morality as it pertains to good or bad; consequently, he does not consider himself evil. he simply lives and acts in accordance with his true nature — which cannot be immoral, insofar as morality has nothing to do with truth (and vice versa). DEFINING TRAITS. playful, sadistic, curious, intelligent, manipulative, philosophical, callous, immature.

ABILITIES OVERVIEW.

TRANSFIGURATION. can alter his form at will, limited only by the scope of his own imagination. this includes the basics of appearance, such as height and gender, and more drastic transformations into both organic or inorganic forms. can transfigure their entire body or just selected parts of it. he is also capable of creating multiple, perfect clones of himself. 

SOUL MANIPULATION. including both his own (allowing him to heal and alter his physical form) and others. the ability to transfigure humans into monstrous abominations, as well as combine multiple human souls together into a single, subservient creature. the ability to touch one’s soul and kill them in an instant.

ENHANCED SPEED, STRENGTH, AND DURABILITY. mahito’s physical feats far surpass human capabilities. it is not possible to beat him in raw physical combat without the aid of (jujutsu) magic or supernatural powers.

VERSES.

CANON (JJK). adheres to canon events. mahito strives for the eradication of humanity and the domination of cursed spirits. believing that the reincarnation of sukuna is the best way to achieve this goal, they ally themselves with a group of special grade cursed spirits intent on restoring the king of curses to power.

GENERAL. this verse deals away with the limitations of jjk lore. cursed spirits are manifestations of human fear, hatred, sadness, and other negative emotions. they are visible to the naked human eye and prey upon humanity in varying ways (killing, consumption, etc). mahito is a cursed spirit with a distinctly humanoid appearance and mannerisms, making them a far more insidious presence than some of their overtly monstrous counterparts. his ability to live among and navigate the mortal world allows him to interact with humans — generally in sadistic and malevolent ways. they manipulate, encourage, and prey on negative emotion as a way to sow further fear and discontent. they kill indiscriminately, seeing humans as an imperfect species that will, inevitably, die out to make way for the curses that they themselves brought into existence. mahito uses humans as pawns and as tools, experimenting on them in order to gain more knowledge on the concept of the soul.

THE WITCHER. a particularly malevolent spirit, far exceeding the abilities of a common wraith. unlike other cursed apparitions of his ilk, mahito was not created from the negative emotions of his own, mortal form prior to death — rather, he came into being from the collective fears and hatred that humanity experiences toward itself. they were never human; rather, they are a manifestation born of mortal malevolence. unbound by geographical restraints, mahito wanders the continent and its islands at will, seeking to learn from — and ultimately discard — humanity. they are drawn to places ripe with negative emotions, where they prey on mankind’s hatred for its fellow man. although mahito has been known to kill and experiment on non-humans (such as elves, gnomes, and dryads), he tends his focus toward victimizing the same imperfect, hateful race that brought him into being.

as always, verses listed here aren't exhaustive. i love to come up with verses on a case-by-case basis / plot new ones out with writing partners. i've consumed so much media fr i'll figure out verses for just about anything.

[mistresskayla-blog1]

A Calculated Risk

Characters: John Porter x Raymond Merville x OC Dina Sayed

Lyn's Writing Event 2024 - Week 3 - Day 17

May 17th: Week 3: Egyptian

Characters: John Porter x (crossover) Raymond de Merville (Modern AU) x OC Dina Sayed

Fandom: Richard Armitage – John Porter/ Raymond de Merville – Strike Back (Project Dawn- Porter Lives AU)/Pilgrimage

the character of John Porter was created by Chris Ryan, adapted for television by Simon Burke and Frank Spotnitz

the character of Raymond de Merville was created by Jamie Hannigan for the film Pilgrimage

Word Count: 2k ++

Warnings: military protocols, violence, graphic language, potential character death, fluff, angst, implied sexual relationships, money laundering, arms dealing, love triangle, rescue, espionage.

(This will be a full story – this is all I could get done in the time allotted, but it will continue this month. Also I keep using the name “John” and “Porter” interchangeably. I may go back and alter that later on. Sorry if it causes confusion)

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            Porter got his assignment that morning as he stepped onto the plane in Istanbul, Turkey. The two-hour flight gave him enough time to go over the dossier of Raymond Merville, a known arms dealer who had asked for assistance in retrieval in Egypt from a compound in Siwa Oasis. His commander, ________ (female commander) was very insistent, “Make sure you get him back in one piece, he’s a delicate piece of intel, but he is also a complete asshole.” John snickered over the coms as she said that.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. Is there some package or whatever, or just him I am securing?”

Commander Eleanor Grant spoke carefully, “we need him, in person for the briefing, just get him here.”

“Understood,” John Porter responded, the call ended. Porter set his phone down on the table in front of him on the plane. And picked up the dossier again, opening it ceremoniously, and flipping through files, seeing a picture of Raymond in the file.

There wasn’t a lot to like about Raymond Merville, other than his penchant for drinking and gambling, along with arms dealing. He liked local flavors, and was well known to be a womanizer, John could respect that, as he was a bit of cad sometimes, but. The more he read the more it was reported that women he got involved with ended up missing. Including a journalist, an attaché, and two former undercover SAS agents. John gritted his teeth and furrowed his brow, looking out through the open window of the plane, a member of his team is not something he can contend with, even if it wasn’t on his watch, but two? Like it or not, Raymond was deadly to most women, and to intelligent and capable women to boot.

Porter made it his mission to keep him away from as many women as possible during the retrieval. The only reason he was going in, was that he looked similar enough to Raymond that his CO thought they could do a bait and switch with the Arab compound. A message came through the com – and he looked at it, it read, “New intel indicates he has an Egyptian national with him, Dina Sayed, CEO of a Financial Institution in Alexandria.” A picture of Dina Sayed popped up on his phone screen and Porter’s heart fluttered than sunk into his belly.

Porter spoke into his phone, “He’s escalating” he said sighing heavily.

Commander Grant, “I agree. Please keep an eye out for her, we both know her fate if you don’t.” Porter nodded, “Yes, I understand.”  

“Be careful out in Siwa, its pretty far from support, so make sure you have proper transportation in and out, we’ll rendezvous with you at the coordinates I sent,” Commander Grant explained.

“And Porter?” Commander said in question, “Yes?” Porter responded, “Its good to have you back.”

Porter smiled, as he looked out the window again, descending into Alexandria, “Good to be back.”  The plane landed in normal pace and as it hit the tarmac, Porter lurched in his seat, remembering the landings he has had in the past that were actually less smooth. He shook his head, clearing old memories and demons from his mind.

---

Raymond woke up with Dina’s arm draped across his chest, she stirred as he peeled her arm off his chest and snuck to the lavatory for a piss. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and felt the heat already creeping across the open door in his room on the compound. He pulled the glass doors closed, and the light-colored linen drapes stilled. Dina moaned against the duvet, “What time is it?” Raymond looked over at her, nearly naked in his bed and smiled like a cat with a canary. He approached the bed and sat down, clad in only shorts, “Time for you to get to work, love,” he said, his French-English accent whispering to her. Dina rolled away from him and sat up, retrieving her top off the floor and slipping it on, “Yeah, I know. I was hoping for some breakfast first.” She coyly smirked back at him over her shoulder as she stood.

Raymond came up behind her, across the bed and kissed her shoulder, “We can, soon. Let’s just get this thing done for Amed and then we can go wherever you want to go in the Oasis.”

Dina looked at him, “Amed said we couldn’t leave, how do you suppose we are going anywhere?”

Raymond sighed against her skin, kissing it, and causing tingles down her spine, he was so attractive, Dina thought. He was definitely wrong for her, she knew that when he approached her in that club 3 weeks ago. But he knew people, and Dina wanted to grow her business, even if it meant dealing with people that could, harm her.

Raymond kissed her neck again coming around the front of her and put his hand on the back of her neck, looking hard in her eyes, “We will get out of here, I promise you. I arranged a retrieval with my government,”

Dina stepped away from him, “What? In Amed’s house? Are you nuts?” Dina walked briskly into the lavatory. Raymond on her feet, “Dina! (he lowered his tone) Dina. Please. I can’t get out of this any other way this time. Amed does not let anyone leave this place without a fucking delivery or a toe tag. (he talked wildly with his hands) I need your money to get him his delivery.”  

Dina looked at him through the reflection in the mirror, “How do you want me to do this then? Because I’m not dying for you.” Raymond put his arms around her and looked at her in the mirror set into his chest, “I’m not letting you go, until I say.” His eyes darkened a little as he kissed her shoulder again and left the room. Dina shuddered, and splashed some water on her face, it was tepid, in the desert, water isn’t cold, even in the Oasis. She dried her face with a hand towel and straightened herself up a bit. Heading back to the bedroom where Raymond was casually leaning against the floor to ceiling doorway he had closed earlier.

Raymond turned to her, and smiled slightly, Dina approached him, tipping up to kiss him on the mouth, “I will make the arrangements for you, it should take a few hours, can you tell him that?” Dina came back down on her heels and he held her, looking into her eyes, “Yes, I can, thank you,” he nudged her cheek with his nose, and then dropped his hands sighing as he stared out at the Oasis. Dina finished getting dressed and pulled her laptop out of her large purse by the bed.

She pulled a key fob out of the purse as well, it had a read out that changed every 60 seconds for security, and never repeated a combination. Raymond watched her every move silently. Dina pressed her fingerprint to a key pad on the laptop keyboard and the computer loaded into a login program. She typed in her password and pressed Enter. It opened to an accounts setting. Dina scrolled through and found the corresponding wire information. She turned to Raymond then, “What’s his acct number?”  Raymond stepped towards her, and pulled out his phone, scanning they a folder and then showing her, but still not talking. “Thank you” she said, looking at it, and typing it into the form. She got the corresponding information and prepared the wire, “Amount?” She looked at him again, realizing he was standing just behind her, Dina felt a bit nervous with him right on top of her like that.

“45 millions euros.” He said casually. Dina smirked a little, that’s a good chunk for her she thought, he fee is 3% of transfer. Dina did the calculations, and sent through the wire, removing her fee ahead of the schedule. She looked at her device as the program prompted and typed in the 6 digit code before it switched again. The confirmation came up, and she looked at the “pending” status, and logged out swiftly. “There you go, all set.” Dina beamed up at Raymond, as she closed her laptop and tucked the device under her shirt.

Raymond beamed back at her, “Great. I will go tell Amed he can expect it soon,”

Dina walked to the window, “Less my fee of course”, a sly smirk rising. Raymond’s voice faltered, “You took it right away?” Dina looked at him, “Yes, why?” Raymond cleared his throat, “That’s very bold of you, what do I do about the discrepancy?” Dina looked down a moment, “You tell it’s a fee charge, what else, look I’m not doing this for a laugh. I need my own money to shift the company.” Raymond nodded, “I know, I want to help you, but this is a tricky deal, we have to be smart, how much did you take?” Dina turned, “1.3 million.” Raymond looked thoughtful, “I see, and where is that now? In your bra?” Dina looked more serious at him, “Don’t be ridiculous its in my other account.” 

Raymond rubbed her arms and up to her shoulders from behind, leaning into her shoulders a bit as they both stared out through the window. His hands squeezing menacingly, “Where am I supposed to get the other money then?” Dina shifted against his weight. “I told you 45 million clean, now your playing around, taking fees, he doesn’t know about?” Dina moved out of his grip, but he was fast and gripped her arm again. Twisting her to face him, “You don’t understand,” Raymond said.

Dina snapped back at him, “No You don’t understand, I am doing You a favor,” she pointed at his chest, walking him backwards, “And You will respect my position here.”

Raymond started to laugh, “Darling, the only position you are here for is to be on all fours, and give me that money,” Dina slapped him across the face, and moved to leave the room. Raymond was right behind her, pulling her back against his chest, “Don’t cross me either, I may be a pussycat, my dear but I can be fierce,” he nearly growled in her hair. Dina shuddered, staying still under his grasp, waiting for her opportunity to get away.

“Look, we can tell him together, if your so,” she swallowed, “nervous.” Raymond towered over her and placed a kiss on the top of her head, “Yeah, yeah, let’s do that,” his grip loosened as he calculated. Dina relaxed momentarily and they both exited the room to the main part of the compound.

---

            John secured a jeep and some gear, just enough supplies for the trek there and back. His rendezvous was just outside Marsa Malruh, near a small Bedouin village with a tourist salt cave. He had 28 hours to get Raymond and get him back to the rendezvous point. John thought about the woman, Dina, trying to figure out if he would have to retrieve her too. Surely if she was with Raymond, she knew the risk of staying in that compound. The compound in question was owned by Amed Al-Siwa, a very intense man with dark eyes and large hands. He had a short temper and a powerful sense of loyalty and honor.

It was 6 pm local time and Porter was driving into the sunset along the northern coast of Egypt, 6 hours on the road would get him to the compound just after midnight, and that meant, two things, the element of surprise, and cooler temperatures. Porter drove as the highway carried him to the southern roadway about 3 hours in. He stopped for petrol and pounded some caffeine pills he snagged in the shop. Its nothing but darkness in the desert at night, and wild animals, Porter wanted to stay alert. Porter checked his gear one more time, retrieving his Glock 9mm, and set it between the seats. He didn’t plan on getting stopped at the tolls, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen.

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Lyn's Writing Event 2024

[evasive-anon]

PROJECT HALF-A MASTERPOST

Government Experiment AU where the Dan's (Dan/Danny/Dani) are created in a GIW lab to investigate the Ghost Zone after Jack and Maddie create the Ghost Portal. In this AU the GZ is radioactive and slowly kills any humans who venture inside so the GIW decide to create human ghost hybrids in order to further their research and capture additional subjects for their experiments.

Story told through GIW quarterly reports similar to SCP lab journal stories.

QUARTERLY REPORT 001 GHOST PORTAL OPENED, REQUIREMENT OF CONTAINMENT, AGENTS VOLUNTEER FOR EXPLORATION MISSION GHOST PORTAL INCIDENT REPORT 00001 DR. MASTERS OPENS GHOST PORTAL GHOST PORTAL INCIDENT REPORT 00002 THE BOX GHOST BREACHES THE PORTAL

QUARTERLY REPORT 002 CREATION OF FENTON THERMOS & SPECTER SPEEDER, FIELD TEAM THETA FORMED, ADDITIONAL REPORTS ATTACHED FIELD TEAM THETA DOSSIER FIELD TEAM THETA PSYCH EVAL

MISSION REPORT GZ-001 FIELD TEAM THETA REPORT ON THE FIRST GZ EXPLORATION MISSION. AUDIO LOG 001

Planned posts below:

MEDICAL REPORT XXXXX VLAD REMAINS COMATOSE, EFFECTS OF PORTAL EXPOSURE, TREATMENTS QUARTERLY REPORT XXX AGENTS REPORT ON DISCOVERIES IN THE GZ AND SIDE EFFECTS OF DIMENSIONAL TRAVELS INCIDENT REPORT XXXXX AGENTS DEVELOP ECTO-ILLNESS FROM GZ EXPOSURE INCIDENT REPORT XXXXX COMPILED REPORT OF DEATHS FROM ALL AGENTS ON THE GZ EXPEDITION QUARTERLY REPORT XXX START OF PROJECT HALFA, DRS. FENTON VOLUNTEER GENETIC MATERIAL MEDICAL REPORT XXXX VLAD RESPONDS POSITIVELY TO ECTOPLASMIC STIMULUS, REMAINS COMATOSE BUT SIGNS OF IMPROVED CONDITION QUARTERLY REPORT XXX CREATION OF FIRST HYBRID SUBJECT D.A.N. (DUAL APPARITION FOR NAVIGATION). APPOINTMENT OF PSYCHIATRIST JASMINE FENTON TO THE TEAM TO MANAGE SUBJECTS OF PROJECT HALFA PSYCH EVALUATION XXXX DR. JASMINE FENTON'S REPORT ON D.A.N. QUARTERLY REPORT XXX RESULTS OF DEVELOPMENT OF D.A.N. MEDICAL REPORT XXXX DR. MASTERS AWAKENS FROM COMA. DNA HAS BEEN PERMANENTLY ALTERED DUE TO EXPOSURE FROM THE PORTAL. HYPOTHESIZED HE MAY BE ABLE TO SURVIVE CONDITIONS IN THE GZ PSYCH EVALUATION XXXX DR. JASMINE FENTON'S REPORT ON DR. MASTERS FOLLOWING HIS ACCIDENT INCIDENT REPORT XXXXX D.A.N. BREACHES CONTAINMENT, ENCOUNTERS VLAD QUARTERLY REPORT XXX DR. MASTERS REASSIGNED FROM RESEARCH TEAM ALPHA TO NEWLY CREATED FIELD TEAM EPSILON TO DIRECT OPERATIVES IN GZ PSYCH EVALUATION XXXX DR. JASMINE FENTON'S REPORT ON D.A.N. AND DR. MASTERS FOLLOWING THE ESTABLISHMENT OF FIELD TEAM EPSILON MISSION REPORT XXX FAILURE TO SUBDUE ECTOPLASMIC ENTITY DUE TO INSUBORDINATION QUARTERLY REPORT XXX WORK BEGINS ON THE CREATION OF D.A.N.N.Y. (DUAL APPARITION FOR NETHER NAVIGATION YOUTH).   QUARTERLY REPORT XXX ANNOUNCEMENT OF SUCCESS ON CREATION OF D.A.N.N.Y., EXPECTED TIMELINE FOR INCORPORATION INTO FIELD TEAM EPSILON PSYCH EVALUATION XXXX DR. JASMINE FENTON'S REPORT ON D.A.N.N.Y. Basics on Danny’s behavior, interactions with Dan, interactions with Vlad, etc. QUARTERLY REPORT XXX RESULTS OF EXPANDING FIELD TEAM EPSILON, ADDITIONAL EXPANSION WOULD PROVE BENEFICIAL, SHORTCOMINGS OF CURRENT TEAM PSYCH EVALUATION XXXX DR. JASMINE FENTON'S REPORT ON FIELD TEAM EPSILON FOLLOWING INTRODUCTION OF D.A.N.N.Y QUARTERLY REPORT XXX CREATION OF D.A.N.I. (DUAL APPARITION FOR NAVIGATION AND INFILTRATION) PSYCH EVALUATION XXXX DR. JASMINE FENTON'S REPORT ON D.A.N.I.

[undiscovered-horizon]

I love your writing so much! I wanted to request something with Eddie, something like the reader being a waitress in the dinner, and when she's nice with him he gets so curious about her, at the point to stalk her social media. The rest is all yours!

Tysm, have a nice day/night :)

Made your request into headcanons, hope you don't mind!🌺

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀 || Batman-inspired playlist

Eddie stalking your social media ~ headcanons

[TW: stalking]

You're working at the diner just to pay off bills while you're finishing your degree

Probably not a dream occupation but it's better than being homeless, hungry and cold, you know?

Diners have that vintage 50s feel to them, so you were given an appropriate uniform

The other thing is that your manager wants you to go a step further and address clients as 'sweetie' or 'honey' to keep up the vintage spirit

Creepy but you have bills to pay so...

Anyway! Because by day you're a student, your waitress alter ego comes to play at night

There are fewer tips, unfortunately, but also less is going on in general (so no swollen, aching feet after running between tables for 5 hours straight)

Eddie just wanted to get some fresh air, clear his head

He sees you sitting by the counter, bored out of your mind, reading through the newspaper with a pencil tucked behind your ear

That was the moment he considered bailing for two reasons: 1) you look so pretty his mind is shutting down and 2) the pretty girls were always the meanest to him

But the diner is the closest and cheapest place, so he has to be brave for a moment

You hear the doorbell ring and you frantically get back on your feet and straighten out your uniform

Eddie is completely embarrassed and anxious when your whole attention is on him

He quietly sits at the counter and you ask him the usual cringy 'What can I get you, sweetie?' with a smile on your face

He's just lost

Stuttering, he gives you his order and you tell him it'll be right out, then forward it to the kitchen

Nothing out of the ordinary

While you're waiting, you ask him if he wants to read the newspaper but he's not interested

You serve him the food, give him a 'enjoy your meal' and just hang around, knowing that you have to be professional even if there is only one, disinterested guy at the diner

He pays for his food, leaves you a small tip and is gone about as unnoticeably as he arrived and you carry on with your shift

But for Eddie that night had only begun:

In the diner forgotten by Gotham itself, he found a waitress equally beautiful inside and out

(can't stop thinking about your smile and the way you called him 'sweetie')

There's something bizarre (good bizarre) about you and he needs to know what exactly. You make him feel funny and because he can't name that emotion/sensation, Eddie is frustrated

He knew your name thanks to the tag and knew what school you're attending (you know those freebie pencils with logos they sometimes give out?)

And, obviously, knew what you looked like

He basically broke into the registry of the university and scrolled through every person that had the same name as you did and he finally found you

Now he knew all the basic info he needed: date and place of birth, the programme you're enrolled into, year of study, full name, etc.

Goes through major social media platforms, relentlessly finding your accounts even if they're made private and have no identifying info

Makes a whole dossier on your friends, family, people you follow, and content you watch most often

Spirals into obsession within 24 hours if not less

You know how people in movies pin pictures to corkboards and tie a red string between connected people/events? Eddie does that, except it's covering every wall in his apartment

Every picture of you that was ever posted, doesn't matter when or where, he has them all printed out. They're probably hanging above his bed or above his desk, so he stares at them most of the time while he's home

Through very illegal and unethical means he gets a hold of your conversations on various platforms, reading every message you had ever sent out or received

He just wanted to get to know you better, right?

Well, Eddie already knows so much he could pose as your friend, relative or even better - boyfriend

Having said that, he'd definitely photoshop himself into one of your Instagram pictures

If there's a piece of information he cannot find, he phishes someone close to you

Eddie makes a backdoor for each of your accounts just to check up on you

If there's someone you have an open disagreement with, he would doxx them but not before making up a wild and very incriminating story about them. Also fabricates irrefutable evidence

Doesn't matter if your taste in music is in any way similar, whatever you're currently listening to, he's listening to it too

He finds himself re-reading your social media posts whenever he's not planning his next hit

Eddie's invested in your life, although you don't even know his name

Oh you mentioned a certain brand/product on your social media? Eddie needs to get it

Whenever you post anything hinting at you feeling anything other than happy, he's upset and frantically goes through your texts and emails again to find out the reason

He has to fix that issue

So when you see him next time, don't be surprised when the quiet stranger seems to have so much in common with you. A little too much, perhaps.

[theravenpiper]

The Color of Éowyn’s Eyes: Economy of Description

You remember Éowyn, the niece of the King of Rohan in The Lord of the Rings? The killer of the Nazgûl , for whom the confines of a woman’s life were not enough? You should remember her; she’s one of Tolkien’s only woman characters as well as one of his most fully realized. So try to tell me what color her eyes were, and I’ll suggest something important about description.

From the movies, or the fact that Rohirrim were based on the Anglo Saxons, you might deduce that her eyes were blue. However, no one can be sure, because her eye color is never mentioned. Not once. The closest Tolkien comes is when Aragorn observes a feeling of compassion in her eyes for her uncle’s condition. Éowyn’s eye color is irrelevant to her story and those who want to know it are likely to fill in the details for themselves. Readers don’t need to be given everything about her to appreciate her.

This observation runs contrary to the advice often given to beginning writers. Take, for example, bibisco, an open source equivalent of Scrivener. Bibisco’s first tip to users is that “in order to write believable characters, you must know everything about them.” All of them, apparently, from your protagonists down to the walk-ons. To help you, bibisco offers nearly a hundred different categories to fill, divided into categories like personal data, physical description, behavior, attitudes, psychology, ideas and passions. Under psychology, for instance, you are asked for “Each and every aspect of psychology.” The idea is silly beyond words, yet reviewers nod solemnly at it.

I don’t know about you, but that level of preparation would leave me with no desire to write at all. Just as importantly, it allows no space for the alterations of character due to the development of the plot, whose discoveries are one of the delights of writing.

Moreover, most of that information will never fit into the story. The days of Thomas Hardy starting a novel with a whole chapter of description are over a century past. Modern novels have no place for more than the essentials: the relevant physical descriptions and gestures are mostly all that readers will endure. And even then, you generally have to be selective. It is considered clumsy, these days, to pause the story for an info dump that reads like a police dossier. If more details prove necessary, you can give them as they become useful. For example, Tolkien might have chosen to give the color of Eowyn’s eyes from the perspective of Faramir as he proposes to her and gazes soulfully into them. Be careful, though, not to overdo the gradualism and have a character refer to his pale forehead as he brushes his ash-blonde hair out of his sea-green eyes – that’s just clumsy writing.

So how do you decide how much description is enough? In his master class, Neil Gaiman suggests that the general rule for any description is to ask how any object stands out from the rest. In the case of characters, I suggest asking yourself what you would notice when meeting the character for the first time. Is there a physical feature that is unusual? Something about the way they move? Or talk? Occupy physical space? Interact with others? It could even be the fact that nothing about them stands out (which might be a useful trait for a spy). Probably, you only have space for two or three features before the patience of the modern reader wears thin, so you can choose only what helps identifies the character, or anything that advances the plot. For instance, if you know there’s a scene coming up where the character needs to shout a warning, you could add some drama and character development by giving them a stutter to overcome. But you need to be economical.

One effective but difficult way to be economical in your description is to choose a theme in the details you choose. For example, if you describe a man as being as expressionless as a sheet of iron, and standing as immobile as a suit of armor, you create the impression of a hard, formidable person. Similarly, if you describe a woman in terms of the rich fabrics and embroideries she wears, you make her sound rich and fashion-conscious.

More simply, you can use a metaphor. The past master of description by metaphor was the mystery writer Raymond Chandler,who not only created vivid characters using metaphors, but let readers fill in the details and gave an impression of the viewpoint character in the description. Often, too, the metaphors were hilarious. For example, Chandler described one character as being “as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food cake.” Another character described himself as being “an occasional drinker, the kind of guy who goes out for a beer and wakes up in Singapore with a full beard.” Probably his best known description remains, “It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.” Notice how these examples concentrate on the impression that a character creates, leaving the reader to fill in most physical details. Chandler has been parodied so many times that many of his descriptions seem too over the top today, but a more subdued version of his technique remains possible. For instance, I recently described a character as looking like a plant that had been left unwatered for too long.

All these approaches to description demand thought and economy. All, too, are far more demanding than the encyclopedia-like info dump that novice writers often feel is required. But they are also more effective and efficient, and can move a story along in more way than one.

[creophagos]

[　𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 ...　]　FILES.　➔　MAJIMA,　RYUJI.

*     ◟    :    〔   ryusei yokohama,      cis man    +   he/him    〕      RYUJI    MAJIMA,      some say you’re a  THIRTY YEAR OLD  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both PRAGMATIC and BLUNT, one can’t help but think of  DON'T GO INSANE  by   DPR IAN  when you walk by.    are you still a    CAPO at    DEAD HAND,     even with your reputation as THE MINEFIELD?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and    A SOFT YET COMMANDING VOICE, A SPLINTER OF YOUR SOUL CUTTING THROUGH YOUR SKIN, and THE JAGGED SIDE OF THE CLIFF’S EDGE.    although we can’t help but think of TIANYOU ZHAO 〔 YAKUZA 7 〕,    CHISHIYA 〔 ALICE IN BORDERLAND 〕,  and BADTZ-MARU whenever we see you down these rainy streets. 

[　𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 ...　]　STATS.　➔　MAJIMA,　RYUJI.

name:　ryuji majima (真島竜司, majima ryūji).

name meaning:　竜 (ryū) meaning "dragon", 司 (ji) meaning "officer, boss".

label:　the minefield. the coast looks clear, but be careful where you step.

age:　thirty years old.

date of birth:　december 31, 1993.

place of birth:　yokohama, japan.

role and affiliation:　capo, dead hand.

[　𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 ...　]　DOSSIER.　➔　MAJIMA,　RYUJI.

on new year's eve, ryuji was a newborn when he was left in a coin locker on the streets of yokohama, japan. his origins forever remain shrouded in mystery. growing up, he never dwelled on the circumstances of his abandonment, convincing himself that he was not abandoned—but rather protected.

the early days of ryuji's life were marked by the lasting effects of hypothermia, a consequence of being left in that coin locker. despite these health issues, he was taken in by a loving family who, unbeknownst to him, harbored a deep debt to the yakuza. the debt hung over their heads like a looming shadow, and ryuji felt a growing resentment towards the criminal organization.

driven by his anger and a desire to shield his family, ryuji made the life-altering decision to join the yakuza himself. he thought that by becoming one of them, he could protect his loved ones from them—however, the reality of the criminal world was far harsher than he anticipated.

as the years went by, ryuji grew disillusioned with the yakuza lifestyle. fearing for his own safety, he made the difficult choice to flee, severing ties with the yokohama criminal underworld. despite his departure, the scars of his association with the yakuza ran deep, and his adopted family chose to disassociate themselves from him, unable to forgive the path he had taken, even if it was for their protection.

finding himself alone in the world, ryuji sought refuge in new york, where he attempted to rebuild his life. however, the call of the yakuza proved too strong to resist, and he reluctantly returned to the scene, joining the dead hand to make a living. living in constant fear of reprisals against his estranged family, ryuji walks a dangerous tightrope, torn between the pursuit of survival and the haunting memories of his tumultuous past.

summary: abandoned coin locker baby. joined the yakuza in yokohama. left the yakuza in yokohama and fled. sought refuge in new york. joined dead hand to make a living.

[　𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 ...　]　PERSONALITY.　➔　MAJIMA,　RYUJI.

astrological sign:　capricorn.

lunar zodiac:　year of the rooster.

mbti:　entp.

alignment:　chaotic neutral.

temperament:　melancholic-choleric.

as a leader, ryuji puts up a front of cold indifference. he is logical, resourceful, deliberate, and calculating—but what had separated him from many yakuza was that he was a natural pacifist. any chance he could avoid instigating violent confrontations, he would. he disliked doing things the "traditional" way, but often needed to capitulate to save his own ass. for the sake of survival and getting shit done, he's become more lenient about it now.

at his core, he is soft, thoughtful, caring, nurturing. he has a heart of gold, but his circumstances make it easy for people to make negative assumptions about him. he's insecure about his softness; the way his brows draw in to meet at the middle when someone is begging to be spared, the way he feels bad about the harsh words that come out of his mouth. so, at his best, he presents indifference. as his adopted, now-estranged parents would say, he used to be such a good kid.

behaviorally, ryuji likes to wisecrack. more often than not, there's a teasing lilt in his voice when he speaks. but under the right circumstances, he's an agreeable, pragmatic person.

[　𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 ...　]　WANTED CONNECTIONS.　➔　MAJIMA,　RYUJI.

tbh i want everything and i'm open to whatever for him. i'm very flexible and will find some way to work any sort of connection into his life!

[swtnsourkisses]

❝  𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖨𝖲 𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖣 𝖮𝖥 𝖱𝖮𝖡𝖡𝖤𝖱 𝖶𝖧𝖮𝖬 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖫𝖠𝖶 𝖣𝖮𝖤𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖠𝖳, 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖶𝖧𝖮 𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖠𝖫𝖲 𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖨𝖲 𝖬𝖮𝖲𝖳 𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖮𝖴𝖲 𝖳𝖮 𝖬𝖤𝖭: 𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤. ❞

𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸dossier : time witch  ›› marion cunningham ››  gugu mbatha-raw .

❛❛   aesthetic .  ❜❜   ―   ◜   . ―   black coffee and girl meals, threads of time constantly moving, early morning runs as the world spins, calm and tranquil as the moon, airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars . ⸻   .

001.  GENERAL

name  marion cummingham nicknames  mar age  43 date of birth  nov 18th zodiac  scorpiocurrent residence  new york gender  cis female pronouns  she/her sexuality  bisexual occupation  astronaut faceclaim  gugu mbatha-raw height  5'5 tattoos  four leaf clover behind right ear piercings two earing in each ear distinguishing features  a birthmark that kind of looks like a heart on left shoulder blade positive traits  intelligent, calm, persistent negative traits  resentful, obsessive, controlling labels / tropes  the interstellar likes strawberry and cream, rainy nights, warm fires, the laughter of her child dislikes  almonds, winter months, the smell of hospitals, frogs fears of loved one dying, mediocrity, running out of time, dying alone hobbies  pottery, writing habits  bitting her nails when nervous, going on runs in the morning to start her day.

002.  EXTRAORDINARY

near death experience… 

It was a routine expedition, up to the space station for three months to bring up supplies for those living aboard and aid in repairs of some of the solar panels. it was a trip she'd taken before easily. The readings on the board were wrong; she knew it⸻ years of knowing what to look for. So, she voiced her concerns to mission control. but they reassured her and her crew nothing was wrong. they had barely made out for the stratosphere when the explosion happened. it was slow motion, could feel her body heating up and freezing at once as she and her crew were ejected into space. images of her child flashing before her- the life she would miss- a life she could have had with Emilio. reconciliation with her sister.

So many possibilities. so much that could be changed just in reach. and she reached for it. her arm stiff as if rigor mortis had set in. but she touched the mot of possibility, and was pulled towards the light. Morion isn't sure how it was possible not in the moment, but in one instance she was dead or dying and in the next, she was back in her seat on the shuttle. going over the system check. was she losing her mind, had she hallucinated her death? it felt too real and she could see it... the wheel of time, the possibilities calling to her- thing golden strings of space and time at her fingertips. They didn't go on that mission, five lives had been saved that day including her own. But what would it mean for the future? She doesn't know, she's still trying to figure it out.

power… 

Marion has the ability to manipulate space and time. to see the possibilities of the future as you will which is ever-changing. the time wheel is her window to these fractions in time- which she can step into - not that she has but she could. To control space-time is to alter the fabrics of reality & the very existence itself, allowing one to erase existences and not just the flow of time, heavy stuff... and how she saved hers and her crew's lives.

drawbacks / vulnerabilities… 

There are consequences to everything. when you start to manipulate the strands of time- those consequences can be detrimental. for every change that Marion has made up to this point- there has been a catastrophic consequence though it might not be directed at her the effects ripple. So she doesn't go messing with space and time often only when dire when her conscience calls to it. it feels very much like playing god - and she hates it. during her accident, the crew was bringing up a new substance, or the space station team to experiment on a mineral called IRIDIUMS-163 - in the hopes of figuring out the possibilities and uses for the substance. however during the the explosion, Marion and possibly others were exposed to high heated levels of this mineral and it had negative effects on her. In close proximity, she starts to feel sick, but when she comes in physical contact it causes rippling pain. cause her to lose control of her time wheel- those strands of time lashing out in every which way but allowing another to travel through space and time with her as an unwilling conduit. Needless to say, she needs to run more tests to find out the scope of her power and the drawbacks and vulnerabilities she has. which she does in her private lab at home.

003.  EXTRA TDLR;

⸻ Marion hasn't been the most enthusiastic when it comes to her powers. She often tries hard not to use them; until she can understand them fully. It has very much been trial and error -- lots of tests in her own personal lab. she's seen what happens to those with these ' gifts'. she has yet to see an upside to them. the exception being her and her crew beating death. ⸻ She does not trust Cerberus corp, and not just because her ex-husband works there if anything she worries for him. there is an innate distrust of the organization and the image it promotes. they seem far too invested in the lives of the extraordinary and it comes off disingenuous. She doesn't want them to know about her or her abilities⸻ but she fears it is already too late for that. ⸻ Marion hates... hates CLEANING. Not that she won't do it but she does have a maid that comes twice a month for a deep cleaning. this being said, if you ever see Marion ⸻sleeves rolled up as she scrubs the floors, or the window and vigorously sweeps and or vacuuming? DEFCON 10 stay away.

WANTED CONNECTION

Team Scorpius: this is the team she was with during the explosion. They could have been affected and changed in ways like her or they could have. be living normal lives in their new reality. Maybe one of them is a villain now that could push her to become a hero... the possibilities are endless. playlist : coming soon !!

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Character dossier Version.0 - Vegaris

“An orphaned Alter under Bastien Palmer’s care, nothing worth mentioning at the moment. To be more precise, not a treat… yet.”

Birth name : Vegaris

Surname : None (Palmer Household Affiliated) 

Other identities : Unknown

Age : 19

Species : Alter

Gender : F/M

Appearance : 5’2’’/5’8’’ Rosy skin. Dark shade of crimson Alter-eye color, while other Alters own more of Grayish hair color shades, Vegaris has bright silver, almost white hair that trails down at the base of their neck. Both of their counterparts have similar styles, only difference is F!Vegaris has a velvet choker with a small ruby stone around her neck meanwhile M!Vegaris has his in an earring version. Pieced beautifully at his left ear. Same side as his dominant hand.

They both wear white gloves and white hygienic masks like other Alters. And they dress in a simple plain white tunic and a pair of white slacks. Except F!V wears black heels, and M!V a pair of leather loafers.

Average build. Doesn’t look like the hand-to-hand combat type.

Motivation : Unknown. 

Relationships :

President Palmer notably trusts them. Allow them to spend their free time outside work as they’re pleased, raise and talk to them as one of his own kids. They live in a private mansion Palmer secretly owns somewhere in Uptown.

Both parents died in a fire accident more than ten years ago. Palmer was present and took the kid in out of pity. One of his few mistakes and weaknesses.

Might come in handy. Please keep the report coming in monthly.

Status : Under Surveillance

[germanpostwarmodern]

On one of his last assignments Julius Shulman together with his assistant Juergen Nogai in 2007 went to Chicago to document some of the city’s outstanding mid-century homes. Convinced and commissioned by sound engineer and architecture buff Gary Grand Shulman photographed gems by local heroes like Bertrand Goldberg, Keck & Keck and Harry Weese but also lesser-known architects like Edward Humrich and Robert Hausner.

Two years after Shulman’s death Gand as a tribute to the late master photographer published „Julius Shulman: Chicago Midcentury Modernism“ with Rizzoli, a lavish document of both Shulman’s brilliance and the rich mid-century architecture of Chicago. The volume collects a total of eleven houses, each of them presented in comprehensive dossiers containing Shulman’s photographs and an essay recounting the respective house’s history. Especially the commentaries by original inhabitants and architects provide most interesting information about the commission, the requirements it had to accommodate as well as the design process.

Julius Shulman in turn once more proves his genius for perspective and composition: despite the at times severely altered interiors he nonetheless manages to reveal the quality of the building’s design and how it is embedded in the surrounding landscape.

„Julius Shulman: Chicago Midcentury Modernism“ is the product of two modern architecture enthusiasts that not only proves Pierre Koenig’s remark that „There’s no midcentury modernism in Chicago“ wrong but also demonstrates the quality of the city’s mid-century modern domestic architecture. A real treasure trove!

[thefirstknife]

I swear the phrase “O Guardian Mine” from the tweet about next season rings a bell, is there some lore book with that phrase or something? I might be misremembering but it sounded familiar.

It is familiar! It's a phrase used by Ahamkara, Worm Gods, Savathun and often Calus. The phrase is part of Anthem Anatheme, a sort of ability of paracausal power to make reality match what you desire. From Truth to Power:

Riven feeds on the Anthem Anatheme which is the perverse coercion of Reality to match Desire.

And here as well:

I've been correlating information on the Ahamkara and the Hive worm parasites. Both display a peculiar ability to convert the host's intent into an ontomorphic, reality-altering effect. Both use similar language in their appeal to the host. I don't think they're the same species, however. The Hive worms spawn large numbers of young from relatively few adults, always display the same physical form, and live in communal groups. The Ahamkara are solitary, elusive, and seem to alter form to suit (or confuse) expectations. The shared syntax "o _ mine" may be the key—it seems to be a shibboleth used to invoke an ontomorphic effect, placing the target in a cage of "o" (activational, specific, appealing, and naming) and "mine" (defining ownership and subordination). Ahamkara and worm may have evolved separately to exploit this effect, just as many species independently evolve eyes. This might place them in competition for the same ecological niche. I would expect a rivalry or antipathy between them.

And yes, it's Truth to Power, but Truth to Power has kernels of actual truth which is confirmed by Ikora in Hidden Dossier when she talks about it with Arach Jalaal. This is what she says about Truth to Power:

The documents are full of possible misunderstandings. One misunderstanding is that they are pointless, just complexity for the sake of confusion. The threads about imbaru and power-from-confusion point this way. This is the stance that most amateur Guardian analysts seem to have settled on: it's all a lot of nothing, and there's nothing to understand in it. This is plainly foolish. The text is full of useful intelligence, including an excellent explanation of the Anthem Anatheme and an apparently accurate description of how Riven preyed on Guardians to create the curse.

Even before that, Mara also talks about Anthem Anatheme when she first gets Riven:

It was Mara alone whose singular will and unity of purpose saved the Awoken from that which we now name the Anthem Anatheme. For there was in Mara very little division between Reality-As-Is and Reality-As-Desired; she was confident in her centuries of purpose and patient with the winding way by which the river of methods reaches the objective ocean.

Basically, the reason why Mara and Riven got along fairly well was because Mara had no desire to change reality, so Anthem Anatheme didn't work on her and Riven could not invoke it.

Worm God Xol also mentions it:

So it whispered the Anthem Anatheme, the temptation to dominate the objective universe with the subjective will. It said, I shall be an engine to make your desire hegemon over your conditions.

This is mostly just how it's defined. It's generally used/invoked by saying the phrase "O (subject) mine." Possibly the earliest mention is from Books of Sorrow; Sathona heard it from her father's dead worm:

It’s dead, but it still speaks to me. It says: listen closely, oh vengeance mine…

Sathona then later uses it on her siblings to coerce them to dive into the Fundament. Savathun also used it plenty of times on us, possibly most memorable from Season of the Lost when she used it during a cutscene describing her infiltration scheme. She also used it while talking to us while she was in a crystal.

Calus uniquely used a version "O champion mine" when talking to us.

Ahamkara use it in a variety of ways. For example "O bearer mine" from Skull of Dire Ahamkara, Sealed Ahamkara Grasps and Claws of Ahamkara (this makes sense, because we wear these items). The Ahamkara Azirim, when he tricked the Awoken into jumping off the cliffs, called them "O audience mine." Riven also famously calls us "O murderer mine." More examples as "O jailer mine" and "O seeker mine" and "O wishbringer mine."

[mexcine]

Swipe File #5: Photo-Reference or Swipe?  Why Can’t It Be Both?  The Strange Case of the Image of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1932 version)

            Not all artists use models – if you’re drawing a comic book story, this would be ridiculously time-consuming, expensive, and (due to ‘comic book physics’) not necessarily useful.  However, for paintings and such, a life model could be important and – when one’s not available – reference to photographs is a time-honoured practice.  If you’re painting a magazine cover about a real person (which would include actors in their roles), access to images of that person would seem to be crucial research and not cheating, especially if the artist adds creative value to the new work.

As the very name implies, a “swipe” has a more ambiguous moral valuation.  For instance, if an editor tells an artist to paint a cover featuring the “Frankenstein monster,” and clearly wants it to be the internationally recognisable, classic Universal design (although it’s not intended to represent a specific actor or film), anyone could come up with a version of that, without resorting to reference images.  But even if the artist does look at various film photos, it only becomes a “swipe” if he or she deliberately copies a particular image.

Today’s Swipe File features both photo-reference and swipe examples.  In 1932, Fredric March starred in Dr. Jeykll and Mr. Hyde, wearing heavy, bestial makeup in the Hyde role.  Artist Basil Gogos painted a portrait of March-as-Hyde that was published on the cover of “Famous Monsters of Filmland” 62 (February 1970).   Gogos didn’t merely copy a photograph from the film and add colour, he created a new work of art – but he didn’t significantly alter the way the character looks, or the particular pose from the photo, so this is (to some degree) a “swipe.”

Spanish publishers Ibero Mundial de ediciones began publishing “Dossier Negro” in 1968.  124 issues were printed through 1979 before another company took over the title. This magazine featured black-and-white horror comic stories, some originals, and some reprints from U.S. magazines like “Eerie,” and various Skywald titles such as “Scream” and “Nightmare.”  The May 1975 issue (#72) reprinted the Gogos portrait of Mr. Hyde on its cover, presumably with permission from the U.S. publisher (they’d been re-using Warren magazine covers from “Eerie,” “Creepy,” and “Famous Monsters of Filmland” for a number of years). However, “Dossier Negro” was not a “monster movie magazine,” it was a horror-comic magazine, so the image is not “Fredric March as Mr. Hyde,” it’s just “a monster guy.”  Is it a still a swipe if it was legally reprinted (albeit slightly altered)?  Your opinion may vary.

The other two examples shown here also photo-reference Dr. Jeykll and Mr. Hyde (1932).  The publisher was Australian-based Gredown, which issued over 300 such publications – the majority one-shots – in the 1970s and 1980s.  The contents were again reprints from U.S. comics and magazines, with some other international stories as well.  According to https://ausreprints.net/article/21 most of the Gredown covers were “originals” (i.e., not reprints from the source comics/magazines from which the interior stories were taken) produced by Spanish art agencies or local Australian artists.

Both artists on these covers closely copy the character and pose of Mr. Hyde from film stills, but both do embellish the artwork, adding other details.  However, the point is that neither of these images are intended to represent a specific movie character/scene, but are generic “horror” images, and thus there’s no inherent reason for the character to look like Mr. Hyde (unless the publisher somehow thought Australian readers would have been influenced to purchase the magazine by seeing a character from a 1932 movie).  These are therefore photo-referenced “swipes.” 

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Dark Knights - Character Dossiers

by TheJSmooth8124 From the files of the Batcomputer come altered versions of The Dark Knight. From Bruce Wayne himself to his successors who proudly carry on his legacy, these are the profiles of the Knights from the Meta-verse/Metal-verse. Words: 242, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Dark Knights Meta-verse Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), DCU (Comics), God of War (Video Games), Darksiders (Video Games), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), L.A. Noire, Halo (Video Games) & Related Fandoms, DC Elseworlds Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi Characters: Bruce Wayne, Devastator | Dark Earth-1 Bruce Wayne, Red Death | Dark Earth-52 Bruce Wayne, The Merciless | Dark Earth-12 Bruce Wayne, The Drowned | Dark Earth-11 Bryce Wayne, Grim Knight | Dark Earth-0 Bruce Wayne, Dawnbreaker | Dark Earth-32 Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Original Batfamily Member(s) (DCU), Noble Six | SPARTAN-B312 Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Terry McGinnis/Dana Tan, Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe via https://ift.tt/jlfNPQF