#nor any of the other admins didn’t get the respect they deserved

[ahalliance]

said i’d go to war for the admin who was behind tototte, dansir, etc. and by god i meant it!

[lionheartedmusings]

hi everyone! i talked about my new "dream job" very briefly a few times, but turns out you really shouldn't count your chickens before they hatch. i debated not saying anything multiple times, and frankly perhaps i should've kept quiet, but i refuse to let this situation eat me up and i feel like the community also deserves some transparency on some things that realistically, you'll never get unless people speak up. i want to preface this by stating very, very clearly that everyone that i met in the studio on a personal level is incredibly talented, passionate, and kind. all of them deserve much, much better than the way they get treated. i applied to be a writer for quackity studios / qsmp and got an email back on the 18th of january. i interviewed for the position on the 23rd of january, and entered trial period on the 28th after signing an "nda".

early during trial period, i asked one of my supervisors about payment and was told they weren't responsible for that and didn't know, but would get back to me as soon as they knew which never ended up happening (i do not blame them at all, they’re incredibly busy people). i should've pressed further, but as someone in a very, very sensitive financial situation and someone who loves the qsmp and admires the talent of everyone who poured their heart and soul into the project, i chose to wait and expect the best. i was officially welcomed into the studio on the 10th of february, and while i waited to be contacted regarding a contract or payment, i had to once again ask (even after i was already working) about payment. i was redirected to "the" head admin as it was him who handled payment, and had to wait days for him to log on so i could add him as a discord friend and ask about my salary. during that conversation, which took almost a week from start to finish, i was asked multiple times if i'd worked professionally as a writer or freelancer (to which the answer was no) before finally being offered between 200-250 dollars (which i later found out shakes out to 170€) per month. i had to ask how i was being paid, and of my own accord provide him with my paypal email in hopes of a response as he never made it clear to whom i should send it. i was incredibly lucky compared to so many members of that team, because i did get paid for my work over that month, even if it felt like i had to beg for compensation that had been promised to me before. it was an awful salary, but i was desperate and so excited to be a part of the team that i accepted the conditions. after léa's tweets, the response "jay" posted, and quackity's emergency stream, i heard once from a supervisor that things were on hold but we'd be informed of any changes. to this day, there has not been any communication either publicly on the discord server or privately, even though i asked a supervisor privately for any possible updates on anything. there's been absolute radio silence. i want to add that i do not in any way blame my supervisors for any of their lack of communication, as they've been nothing but kind and caring towards me and i imagine they'd say something if they could. i have nothing but the utmost respect for them. a few days ago (and i apologize for not being precise with the date but i wasn't checking these things closely as i had no reason to) i noticed that my access to just about everything on the server apart from the announcement channel had been removed, and the only role i retained was the main "writer" one. upon checking, the other writers on the team still retain all of their previous roles. for some reason i do not know nor understand, my access got removed without any sort of word, communication, dm, anything. anything i've ever learnt about this situation, i learnt in the middle of the night live on twitch.tv while i waited to see if i still had a job or not. the only reason i can find for my access being removed and not the other writers is the fact that i'm friends with pomme's admin. i do not know if that is why, it's merely my own speculation, but it's the only link i can see that would lead to that decision. i hope i'm wrong, but hope hasn't gotten me very far in this yet. yesterday, i quit.

i only applied in the first place because i love the qsmp. i love this community, i love this project, and i genuinely and wholeheartedly wanted to help build it as well as be able to in some way support myself while being creative. i'm not making this post because i hate quackity and want to see anything burn — i'm just exhausted, and stressed, and losing sleep over a business that ultimately does not care for the people that made it a reality. i could not in good conscience not say something, because while i was very lucky that my time there was short and while i made friends there that i believe i will take with me for the rest of my life, i've never been someone who can sit and watch others be mistreated so blatantly and just ignore it. i honestly and sincerely hope that moving forward, things change, but after what i've seen i have very little hope left in me. this isn't just about the exploitation of people, or just about not providing people with payment for their work — it's about treating other human beings who are killing themselves and working themselves to the bone with the very minimum of care and respect. it's about people who made the qsmp what it is being discarded and disrespected constantly, and who live in fear and anxiety. these people deserve to be treated well, and that lack of respect hasn't changed regardless of any "announcements" made. my heart and full and complete support goes out to everyone who is dealing with these very unfortunate circumstances and treatment (my dms are always open if you ever want to reach out), to léa for being so incredibly brave and putting herself in the line of fire for the tens of people still in the studio, to all the actors and the twitter teams for the absolute silence they've received as payment for their hard work over almost a year, and to pomme's admin who despite what's going around on twitter has not received any contact from anyone in the studio yet, and deserves so so much better.

it’s my most sincere hope that qsmp thrives and conditions change, because everyone there deserves that. everyone there deserves to be treated like gold because they’re some of the best people i’ve ever met. i wish it didn’t feel like we have to put ourselves in the line of fire publicly for any sort of response because clearly staying silent hasn’t helped anything.

please, support the people who spoke out and support the people still in the project. they're the ones who made the qsmp the qsmp. they're the ones you should be standing with first and foremost.

[eli-kittim]

Academic Bias on the Web

By Author Eli Kittim

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I recently submitted a version of the following post in the *Group for New Testament Studies* (on Facebook) but, regrettably, the administrators did not approve it. Yet, given the validity of the Greek exegesis, it certainly deserves serious academic consideration. This is indicative of academic discrimination based on their own personal biases.

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2 Principles of Biblical Hermeneutics Should Guide our Investigation

Two principles of Biblical hermeneutics should be considered foundational. Exegetes must interpret the implicit by the explicit and the narrative by the didactic. In practical terms, the *NT epistles* and other more *explicit* and *didactic* portions of Scripture must clarify the implicit meaning and significance of the gospel literature, which, by the way, is not biographical but *theological* in nature, as Bultmann, Crossan, Lüdemann, Licona, Crossley, Robert L. Thomas and F. David Farnell, Dennis MacDonald, Robert Gundry, and Thomas L. Brodie, among others, have clearly demonstrated!

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This *Greek exegesis,* translated straight from the text itself, challenges the classical Christian interpretation, which is primarily founded upon historical-fiction narratives. This *Greek exegesis* not only complements the Jewish messianic expectations but it also fits perfectly with the end-time messianic death & resurrection themes alluded to in the Old Testament (see e.g. Isa. 2.19; Dan. 12.1-2)! In short, both the Hebrew and Christian Scriptures seem to say the exact same thing, namely, that the Messiah will appear “once for all at the end of the age” (Heb. 9.26b)!

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*The Future Christ* Greek Exegesis

According to the New Testament’s explicit and didactic portions of Scripture, Christ is *born* when time reaches its fullness or completion, expressed in the apocalyptic phrase τὸ πλήρωμα τοῦ χρόνου:

ὅτε δὲ ἦλθεν τὸ πλήρωμα τοῦ χρόνου,

ἐξαπέστειλεν ὁ θεὸς τὸν υἱὸν αὐτοῦ,

γενόμενον ἐκ γυναικός (Gal. 4.4).

According to the principle of expositional constancy, the chronological time period known as “the fullness of time” (τὸ πλήρωμα τοῦ χρόνου) in Gal. 4.4 is defined in Eph. 1.9-10 as the consummation of the ages (cf. Heb. 9.26b NASB):

γνωρίσας ἡμῖν τὸ μυστήριον τοῦ θελήματος

αὐτοῦ, κατὰ τὴν εὐδοκίαν αὐτοῦ ἣν

προέθετο ἐν αὐτῷ εἰς οἰκονομίαν τοῦ

πληρώματος τῶν καιρῶν,

ἀνακεφαλαιώσασθαι τὰ πάντα ἐν τῷ

Χριστῷ, τὰ ἐπὶ τοῖς οὐρανοῖς καὶ τὰ ἐπὶ τῆς

γῆς· ἐν αὐτῷ.

The fullness of time (τοῦ πληρώματος τῶν καιρῶν) in Ephesians refers to the *summing up* (ανακεφαλαιώσασθαι) of all things in Christ, things in heaven and things on earth! Thus, according to Gal. 4.4, Christ is born during the consummation of the ages (i.e. in the end-times; cf. Lk 17.30; Heb. 1.2; Rev. 12.5; 19.10d; 22.7, 10, 18, 19)!

The initial appearance of Christ is also rendered as taking place “at the final point of time” in 1 Pet. 1.20 NJB:

προεγνωσμένου μὲν πρὸ καταβολῆς

κόσμου, φανερωθέντος δὲ ἐπ’ ἐσχάτου τῶν

χρόνων.

Further textual confirmation comes by way of Heb. 9.26b, which reads:

νυνὶ δὲ ἅπαξ ἐπὶ συντελείᾳ τῶν αἰώνων εἰς

ἀθέτησιν ἁμαρτίας διὰ τῆς θυσίας αὐτοῦ

πεφανέρωται.

NRSV translation:

“he has appeared once for all at the end of

the age to remove sin by the sacrifice of

himself.”

A historical-grammatical study of the phrase ἐπὶ συντελείᾳ τῶν αἰώνων demonstrates that it refers to “the end of the age” (i.e. the end of the world; cf. Mt. 13.39-40, 49; 24.3; 28.20; Dan. 12.4 LXX; see also G.W.H. Lampe [ed.], “A Patristic Greek Lexicon” [Oxford: Oxford U, 1961], p. 1340).

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Conclusion

The assumed historicity of Jesus needs to be revisited, given that his only visitation is set to occur at the end of the age! Accordingly, this exegesis argues that the epistles are the primary keys to unlocking the future timeline of Christ’s only visitation. To demonstrate the validity of this argument, we must get back to NT Greek in order to focus on questions of authorial intent. To simply dismiss, ignore, or disregard this exegesis is tantamount to academic dishonesty!

Most people, in fact, will not take the trouble in

finding out the truth, but are much more inclined

to accept the first story they hear.

(Thucydides, History of the Peloponnesian War)

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Response

I received the following Facebook notification a week or so after submitting a version of the aforementioned post in the Group for New Testament studies:

Your pending post was declined from

Group for New Testament Studies by an

admin. See their feedback.

When I clicked on it, the reason given for the rejection of the post was as follows:

Group Rules that were violated

2 Keep it Scholarly:

NT, early Christianity, & discussion of the

field ok. Posts that assume/attempt to

impose a Christian perspective will not be

approved & commenting in this way will

result in a warning & then removal.

So, I wrote back to them . . .

Open letter

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I have sent a copy of this letter to both administrators because I didn’t know who was responsible for dismissing my post.

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You declined my post, citing a violation of group rules in which one should not impose a Christian perspective. I will get to that in a moment.

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As for its scholarship, the exegesis is unquestionably precise & accurate! Incidentally, I’m proficient in New Testament Greek (I’m also a native Greek speaker).

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Now, as to your claim, that I supposedly imposed a Christian perspective, it is quite laughable and borders on the absurd. I not only am NOT imposing a “Christian” interpretation, but, as a matter of fact, I’m NOT imposing ANY interpretation whatsoever!

I’m merely TRANSLATING what the text is ACTUALLY SAYING about C H R I S T! I did NOT invent or “impose” the Greek phrase τὸ πλήρωμα τοῦ χρόνου in relation to Christ’s birth: the Greek text *actually* SAYS that (Gal. 4.4)!

I did not personally invent or “impose” an interpretation of the phrase τοῦ πληρώματος τῶν καιρῶν as a timeline referring to the consummation of the ages: the Greek text itself *actually* SAYS that in Eph. 1.10!

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Have you ever read about NT linguistics, such as the work of Stanley E. Porter? Have you ever studied any scholarly New Testament lexicons or dictionaries, such as the EDNT, BAGD, ANLEX, TDNT, LSJ? They would all validate and substantiate my translations. As I emphasized earlier, this is a question of translation, not interpretation, and certainly NOT “Christian interpretation,” as you erroneously deduced!

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I neither invented nor “imposed” a “Christian interpretation” on 1 Pet. 1.20. It is quite laughable to make such a claim. The text itself is referring to the “appearance” of Christ ἐπ’ ἐσχάτου τῶν χρόνων or “at the final point of time,” as the scholarly NJB itself translates it.

Similarly, I neither imposed, invented, nor interpreted the Greek expression ἐπὶ συντελείᾳ τῶν αἰώνων in Heb. 9.26b. It is in the Greek text itself, and it is in reference to Christ, as any reputable *textual scholar* would unequivocally concur. In fact, a concordance study demonstrates that the textual reference is to “the end of the world” (KJV), “the culmination of the ages” (NIV), “the consummation of the ages” (NASB), or “the end of the age” (NRSV), as all other scholarly translations indicate (cf. Mt. 13.39-40, 49; 24.3; 28.20; Dan. 12.4 LXX; see also G.W.H. Lampe [ed.], “A Patristic Greek Lexicon” [Oxford: Oxford U, 1961], p. 1340). By the way, Lampe’s Lexicon is considered to be a scholarly book of the highest order.

Once again, this is NOT an “interpretation,” and certainly NOT an imposition of a Christian perspective, but rather——**wait for it**——A _ G R E E K _ T R A N S L A T I O N! Therefore, your decision not to publish the post is completely bogus and misinformed!

Sorry about the capitals, but it needs to be highlighted, given that your commentary is not within scholarly and academic parameters!

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I really couldn’t care less what actions you take as a result of this letter. And I certainly lost all respect for your credibility and your group.

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I have never seen any academic commentary to equal this one for downright biased and unscrupulous disregard of evidence. It is tantamount to academic dishonesty!

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[light-of-valentia]

Black Eagles Boys + Sylvain Meeting and Greeting a Fan

hello anon!! sorry if this stinks, i had a draft going and tumblr, as usual, deleted it grrrrrr....anyways, i did my best to rework what i lost, and i hope this has as much charm as my original!! i will also use she/her pronouns and assume that the reader is female since you used she/her pronouns in your ask~

-admin belle

Headcanons for Ferdinand, Hubert, Caspar, Linhardt, and Sylvain reacting to a fan asking for a hug/hug headcanons!

Ferdinand von Aegir

When you ask him, he is absolutely ecstatic

He has a fan and they want attention from him???? He isn’t surprised at all, but is incredibly excited nonetheless

His eyes light up, but he quickly recomposes himself and greets you

“Oh! Why, hello madam! I am none other than the famous Ferdinand von Aegir, the oldest legitimate child of the prior Duke Aegir, and it is a pleasure to be your acquaintance.”

With this, he bows to you, folding one arm neatly over his chest, the other taking your palm in his as he places a soft kiss to the top of your hand

He immediately asks you if you have a spare moment to converse, and the subtly hopeful look he gives you makes you feel like “yes” is the only response

He talks with you before/during/after your hug, and he would talk to you all day if he could, but eventually someone pulls him aside and reminds him of something he has to attend to

Before you begin your conversation, though, he takes you in a full-body hug

But unless you’re done with hugs, he isn’t either

As you continue talking, he gives you a hug from behind, folding his hands over each other as they meet at your abdomen, his arms otherwise encircling you

If you’re too short for a normal hug or you just wish you could reach him better, he will offer to pick you up and hold you at his hip/waist, or hell, he isn’t too shy to hold you bridal-style!

His name is Ferdinand von Aegir, and treating women, commoner and noble alike, with the highest standard of respect and care is his game

He does not mind being seen being “personal” with you or any of his fans- he loves the attention, and he genuinely cares for his fans!

If you’re comfortable with it, he’s also game for cheek kisses!

Also, if he has an artist or anyone with a good drawing hand nearby, he will probably ask them to sketch out a few quick drawings of you guys hugging each other and kissing the other’s cheek

He requests that they do so in ink so that it can bleed through a sheet of paper and make two copies, one for each of you! If this is unable to happen, he gives the finished item to you for you to “remember him by”

When it’s time for you to separate, he asks you for your address and he gives you his so that you can be pen-pals!

Bonus: In his letters, he doesn’t really discuss himself or political affairs of any sort; rather, he talks briefly about how he feels that day, or he describes to you something that he saw earlier that was beautiful, comical, or noteworthy. Each letter is different from the last, and it’s easy to tell that he puts thought into each one! Sometimes, he encloses a few flower petals, a neat coin or small trinket, or some tea leaves

Hubert von Vestra

If he’s doing a meet-and-greet, it probably wasn’t his choice

Edelgard suggested that the two of them as well as a few other Black Eagles do one to “improve public relations and image”

When you approach him, he gives a weak smile, thinking to himself that “well, this was bound to happen, could I really expect to do this and never be approached?”

He quickly chases this out of his mind and greets you, giving a small bow; “Good day, miss. I am sure you are already aware of who I am, but might I ask you for your name?”

You tell him your name, and he shakes your hand, and this is about the extent of physical contact that you both have for a little while

It isn’t that Hubert is adverse to the idea of hugging someone; he’s just not very used to it, and it takes him a bit to warm up

You both chat for a little while, discussing a common interest you find you have or something more impersonal, and eventually something you say reminds him of something that happened with himself and Edelgard or Ferdinand when they were students back at the Academy

What this story is is up to you to decide! (A/n i know it’s cliche but I had too many ideas to narrow it down to one for this!)

After he opens up to you a bit more with that, you finally ask him for the hug, and he looks confused for a split second, but quickly goes “Ah, well why not.”

He gives you a hug from the side, and if you want something from the front, he either has to bend down or pick you up because he’s super tall and probably taller than you

When you go to depart and thank him, he gives you another short bow and gives you a smile, this one looking a bit more natural and relaxed than his previous ones

Caspar von Bergliez

When you first walk up to talk to him, his face is almost sparkling with awe

He knows that he’s a cool dude and he’s aware of how much he has done to get Fódlan where it is now, but a fan??? of HIM in specific???

that’s just beyond awesome to him

Before you even have to ask for a hug, he stretches his arms out and envelops you in a full-body hug, pulling back quickly once he realized that he forgot to ask first

“Oh, sorry! I got a little carried away there, heh... Well, hi! As you probably already know, I’m Caspar! What’s your name?”

You giggle a little bit at his sudden outburst of enthusiasm, caushing him to blush sheepishly before you tell him that you didn’t mind it

He gets over that little stumble he had there quickly and moves on to conversation with you

He asks you a LOT of questions

He’s never been approached by a fan before, nor had he ever really thought of it someday happening, and he already treasures you!!

You spend a while answering each other’s questions about the other and Caspar is beaming with enthusiasm the entire time

Note that he isn’t wearing his usual suit of armor, not that he was expecting an impromptu meet-and-greet, but because he just wants to look approachable to the public!

After a while of this enthusiastic conversation, you ask him  for another hug, and he gladly obliges

He hugs you a little bit tighter this time, knowing that you want it, and if you’re shorter than he is?? Not problem, he’ll just pick you up

If you’re ok with it, he’ll lift you up to sit on his shoulder(s), with your legs hugging his neck and sides

He absolutely cherishes this moment!! It gives him a less metaphorical feeling of being a protector of his people, and he loves watching you smile and laugh while you guys talk!

After he realizes how long he’s spent with you, he sets you down/lets you go, and tells you that he needs to go find Linhardt, since he promised him that he’d meet up with him

He does, though, offer to take you with him

“I don’t mind at all! I’m not in a rush, and I doubt Linhardt is either...though, he’s never really in a rush for anything except his bed.”

Linhardt von Hevring

You approach him and wave at him, and he gives you a confused look complete with a small head-tilt

He points at himself as if to ask you “Who, me?”

Once you nod to confirm that yes, it is him whose attention you are seeking, his expression softens to a small smile

He takes your hand and holds it up a bit, tilting his head toward the floor but still looking to your eyes

“Good day, milady. I am Linhardt von Hevring, crest scholar to-be. It is most wonderful to meet you, though I fail to see how I drew your interest among my...”flashier” colleagues.

 You have to explain to him that you’re a fan of his, and that you admire him and all that he did to contribute to the war and to bring Fódlan to where it is now

He’s a blushing mess by the end of it

Are his eyes...watering?

He gives you a light chuckle before adding, “For someone who never wished to be a part of that war to begin with, I guess I really did do something wonderful then...”

You give him a smile, and give him a small kiss to his cheek in an attempt to validate him

He feels so blessed

Like he’s only just met you but he just doesn’t understand what he did that was so great to deserve a FAN

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, miss, but I already appreciate you so much; thank you.”

When you ask him for a hug, he is happy to comply

He first gives you a long full-body hug, hugging you tightly but not enough to be uncomfortable

You feel his hands behind you gripping your shirt a little bit

He’s just way too happy and surprised

After you both pull back from that one, he leans in again and tilts his head a little bit, silently asking if another hug is ok, and you nod/giggle as a “yes”

This time, he slips his arms around your waist and hugs you pressing his face slightly into your neck, and you can sort of feel his breath along the hairs at the back of your neck

To complete this hug, you sling your arms around his neck, reciprocating where he placed his head

He smells like a mix of dewdrops on grass and lavender

Right before he pulls back, you feel him grumble and whisper into your ear/shoulder- “you’re cute”

As you’re pulling back from the hug, Caspar approaches the both of you

“Wow, Linhardt. You’re certainly in a better mood than usual.”

Linhardt lets his friend’s comment slide off of him as he rolls his eyes and reaches for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze

“Caspar and I were about to pay a visit to the marketplace- would you care to join us?”

Sylvain Jose Gautier

You don’t approach him. Actually, he approaches you.

You were going to approach him either way, so he’s just making the task easier on your end ;)

“Well,” he began to greet you, relaxing his arms behind his head and swaying his body a bit, “what have we here? Pardon me for intruding on such a breathtaking young woman as yourself, but my name is Sylvain. Pleasure to meet you.”

He takes your hand and presses a kiss on top of it, winking at you

You smile at this, and he gives you a flashy grin in return

His flirtatious attitude is secret to none, and you knew what you were getting into before you even waved hello

 You begin to explain that you were actually going to approach him before he beat you to it

He almost laughs at this, and places a hand on your shoulder/hip

“Why on earth would you ever need to approach someone for their attention? At least from how I’ve experienced things, you draw eyes from anyone who can see you.”

You both chat with each other a bit, you further explaining to him how you are a fan of his and that you admire him and his heroic deeds

He gives you an almost quizzical look, before laughing and shaking his hand a bit

“Well, call me flattered! To be honest, most women only ever approach me to try and get a date with me for my noble status, so thank you for your kind words milady! They mean a lot to me.”

You smile back at him, and ask him for a hug

In response, he throws his whole body a bit, acting shocked

“Woah there, frisky! No need to get hasty with things!”

He winks at you again

Your eyebrows raise in surprise before he dismisses his prior reaction as a joke, and asks you if it’s ok for him to hug you

He may be a flirt, but he’s a flirt with standards- even a hug with a girl in his eyes requires consent

After you approve, he picks you up and hugs you

It’s kind of a sloppy hug, but a great one at that

The way he hugs you is energetic and playful, and after he sets you down, you get up on your tip-toes and throw your arms around his neck for another hug, and he hugs you around the waist to reciprocate

Once you both release from the hug, Sylvain latches his arm in yours

“You know, now that that stupid war is over I have a lot more free time. Are you free this evening, at about...right now?”

Bonus: If you accept his offer for the date, he gives you a piggyback ride the entire way there, and if you’re ok with heights, he seats you on his shoulders while you talk on your way to wherever you want to go

bonus that nobody asked for: how likely each of them are to develop a (lasting) platonic or romantic relationship with you after these interactions

 on a scale of 1 being not likely to 5 being most likely

Ferdinand: 3/5

Hubert: 2/5

Caspar: 4/5

Linhardt: 5/5

Sylvain: 4/5

AAA thank you anon once again for this request!!! it was really fun to write, and you have lowkey turned me on to writing Linhardt...he is so much fun to write!!!

also sorry i’m bad at writing Hubert

~our askbox is still, as always, open to requests, prompts, and ideas- they don’t need to be like this one, either! we/i will write for the girls, too!~

[homenum-revelio-hq]

Welcome (again) to the Order of the Phoenix, Karli!

You have been accepted for the role of non-biography character REGULUS BLACK with the faceclaim of Timothée Chalamet! I really enjoyed how you had him craft himself into a foil/compensation for Sirius and I loved all the tangles you created to drag him to the Horcrux, and through its aftermath. I’m so excited to see everything that he’s going to bring to this roleplay and thrilled to get to watch you challenge yourself with such a different character! He’s going to be a mess, and it’s going to be so much fun!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Karli

AGE: 29

TIMEZONE: CST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: Normal level I’ve been showing - quarantine allows a lot of time for admining and writing.

ANYTHING ELSE: None!

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Regulus Arcturus Black 

AGE: December 29, 1960 | Age 21

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Cis-male. He/Him. Regulus doesn’t have an answer to the question of sexuality. He’s never really thought about it because he’s never needed to think about it. Being the only true heir to the Black family fortune, paired with Sirius’ betrayal of the family, Regulus knew his duty from the very first time his brother mentioned the name James Potter. Regulus would find an acceptable witch - or perhaps be paired with one - and they would have a family together to continue the bloodline. Of course, that never happened and now the world thinks him dead. He’s not really interested in exploring with anyone at the moment - but his eyes are more prone to wander now that he’s allowed to let them. If I were to put a label on him, he’s very likely pansexual without knowing it.

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Slytherin

ANY CHANGES: N/A

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

While Regulus had always been good at magic, there was very little he was great at. An average wizard in most subjects, he managed several O.W.L.S, but no outstandings. That was okay with him - people generally knew what to expect when it came to Regulus Black. Everything except his passion for Divination. While he was never a very surprising bloke, that came as a shock to everyone - including himself. Thirteen and looking for something to believe in - something other than the words spouted at him by the older Slytherins or his parents, something other than the growing war on the outside and the whispered name of a Dark Lord - Divination might’ve found Regulus just at the right time. Or, perhaps, that had always been his destiny.

Other than his love for a subject that most look down on, Regulus was fairly consistent. He’d joined the Slytherin Quidditch Team because his parents expected him to get involved and meet respectable friends - and that was fun enough. There wasn’t the same sort of passion for Quidditch as he had for Divination, but he had made the team as Seeker, which meant he was good enough. Always striving for that semblance of pride from someone else would be something that eventually led him down the path that was supposed to kill him. At a tender age of fourteen, however, he wasn’t thinking about any of this. He’d just needed more acceptance in his life.

Ever since Sirius abandoned him for shinier friends, Regulus has been a cynic. That’s the case, even now. He believes the magical world is ending because of Voldemort - and it’s the only reason he defected. Not because he doesn’t believe, in part, some of the rhetoric that his master is spewing - not because he wants to be brave and noble. In the end, he wants magic to survive.

Regulus is cunning. Perhaps that was what pulled him away from his brother, all those years ago. Sorted into rival houses, it left only one final string on the rope tying them together. While he may not have the most intelligence of anyone in a room, Regulus notices things. He’s observant. He was able to learn about Horcruxes - discover about the Dark Lord’s life - and find one… all without his master knowing.

While his heart seems cold, there’s still something left inside of it. He cares about his brother - his family - and many other things, even if he doesn’t show it. He seems apathetic about most things to most people, but there’s part of him that wants to be more than who he is. There’s part of him that wants things to be better between him and Sirius, especially, but there’s little left in him that believes that can happen. He’d come to the Order for a reason, however - and that means not everything is lost. He might be on his last strand of it, but there’s still just a tiny bit of hope left.

Regulus will never be the life of the party, nor does he want to be. He’s fairly quiet, preferring to weigh his words before speaking them. There is power in words, he knows, and he doesn’t want to give his power away without conscience thought. He is bigoted, however, and therefore will likely push back against the wrong things with the wrong people, especially now that he’s surrounded by all these bleeding hearts.

Since his near-death at the lake, things have been sporadic for him. Once consistent and stable, Regulus’ magic has become erratic and hard to control. He also can sense things that may or may not be true. He believes in it, though. After all, Divination is all about the unexplainable.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:  (tw: violence, suicidal ideation)

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black have never been known for their gentle, warm souls. Orion and Walburga weren’t any different - but Regulus had Sirius. His older brother got them both into trouble more often than not, but also always took the blame. The anger his parents felt were directed at him over Regulus, something that came with the fact that Sirius wasn’t actually Walburga’s son. Still, with Sirius, it felt safe. And that was enough for them. It didn’t matter if they had different mothers (something both were forbidden to ever talk about outside the home, though it was brought up a lot with thinly-veiled threats) because blood was blood. Family was family.

Regulus himself didn’t have a bad relationship with either Orion or Walburga, though he wouldn’t say it was really a good one, either. It was just… a relationship. Their version of normalcy. Walburga’s shrieks of disgust at the way the magical world was moving and their father tuning out into himself to not have to listen to the wife that had been arranged for him wasn’t exactly pleasant - but that was normal for Regulus and he thought nothing about it.

It wasn’t until Sirius went to Hogwarts that things began to change. At the tender age of ten, without his brother there as a distraction, he heard more of what his parents said. They were able to convince him of all their viewpoints. Muggles were dangerous, Muggleborns were magic-stealers, half-breeds were brought up to kill people like him. There was still an idea of what if behind the words - Sirius’ voice in his head, as his brother always beat to his own drum  - but it was easier to believe the two people raising him when it was just him on his own. Regulus had always been quieter, more introspective than his brother. With Sirius off at school, there was less trouble - less arguing and destruction. And, because of this, his parents were proud of him, it seemed.

When he joined Sirius at school and was sorted into Slytherin, Regulus let out a breath of relief. The year before, Sirius had stopped writing home. He had found friends, Regulus knew. People who did not fit in with the Black family lifestyle. There was James Potter - new money, a blood traitor, and apparently… the brother Sirius really loved. Then Lupin and Pettigrew, of course. A group of misfits who didn’t deserve who Sirius could’ve been.

So when Slytherin came… Regulus was glad for it. He could be who his parents wanted without restraint. Sirius had chosen to leave him for a life beyond what they were supposed to be. If there wasn’t any room left in his brother’s heart for him, Regulus had to find another way to fit in. But Slytherin was hard - and, with it, came a life of responsibility. The farther Sirius got away from Regulus, the more he leaned into the blood supremacy rhetoric. In order to survive in House Salazar, he had to believe these things. And Sirius stopped trying to teach him differently long ago.

When his brother ran away - to James Potter’s house, no less - Regulus wasn’t surprised. Sirius’ actions had been leading up to this and he was done being disappointed in the person who once filled his whole life. What did surprise him, however, was the discovery that pushed Sirius to abandon the family. The argument between his brother and their parents was a loud, shocking one full of family revelations. The thing that Walburga held over him - the mother who didn’t want him - turned darker than even Regulus had expected.

Sirius’ biological mother was dead. By Walburga’s own hand. It was enough to make his brother leave without a goodbye and Regulus watched from his bedroom window with Kreacher next to him, a steely expression on his face, as Sirius walked out of their lives forever. Perhaps blood wasn’t blood and family wasn’t family, after all.

After Sirius officially left them, it was all over for Regulus. Any inkling of an idea that he could be something else was gone. Sirius got to be whoever he wanted to be, leaving Regulus to be everything they were supposed to be. Regulus kneeled by the Dark Lord’s side prior to his 7th year at Hogwarts and, upon his graduation, was granted the Mark. It was an honor - he would serve the family and bring respect to the Black family name.

But, as the war continued, he saw the truth behind what the Dark Lord wanted. He didn’t care about making the world a better place where wix could rule over those lesser than them. He only cared about power and, with that, came destruction. Regulus, who had always liked Divination, could see what the future held with Lord Voldemort in control of the world. It wasn’t just the Muggle world which would hurt - it was the Wizarding World, too. Magical humanity wouldn’t be able to survive under the Dark Lord’s rule. And that possibility was more frightening than even himself dying in the war. He consulted his tarot cards and believed that the magical world was coming to an end.

Regulus began looking for ways to take down Lord Voldemort - the existence of magic depended on it. It came in the form of Horcruxes. The word - simple, muttered under the breath of the Dark Lord where Regulus shouldn’t have heard - sparked a desire for knowledge in Regulus. He learned of their meaning - and how they were made. He spent months diving into as much of the life of his master as he could find. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Lord Voldemort. And discovered the cave.

The trip would be his last. He knew it - the fortunes had told it. He brought Kreacher along because Kreacher was the only thing he trusted (even if he was supposed to hate house elves, Kreacher he loved; Kreacher was his only friend). He was ready to die - not for some noble, Gryffindor reason. He just… was ready to not exist anymore. The knowledge of only him knowing about these Horcruxes had weighed on him. He didn’t want to be part of the Dark Lord’s cause anymore, but he didn’t want to be in charge of his take down, either. There was no longer Sirius to let him know it would be alright. It wouldn’t be alright.

The Dark Lord would never die and the world would end. Regulus didn’t want to see it happen.

But, if Regulus could go out with a final fuck you to the one person that gave him the Mark that destroyed his life, he would. He drank the potion (Sirius was there, in front of him, why was he there?) and crawled into the water to drink (the hands, pulling him under, he can still feel them now.)

He’d told Kreacher to take the locket and to leave him. It was the only order his old confidant defied. As Regulus choked on the water, felt himself drift amongst the dead bodies in the lake, ready to become one of him, hands moved around him. House elf magic was different - and Kreacher got him out.

Regulus woke up in an abandoned flat outside a Muggle town. It had all the necessities, but looked overturned - as though the occupants had left England in a hurry, likely to escape from the war. Kreacher was gone (perhaps dead or at least punished by his own hand), but next to Regulus was his wand and the locket. A Horcrux. A piece of the Dark Lord’s soul. He read about his own disappearance in a stolen Daily Prophet, listened to them talk about him being a possible casualty of war on the Wireless. His family would be grieving, but he would be safe. For all anyone knew, he was dead - and he intended to keep it that way.

He survived on stolen food from the Muggle community and kept his head down for a year, the piece of soul forever with him. He didn’t have a plan because his plan had been to die. Not to mention - the effects of nearly dying in a lake full of dead, magical bodies had taken its toll. Regulus, who had always been a steady spell-caster (never great, never bad, just steady), was now sporadic. Sometimes, he could cast a charm more powerful than he’d ever been able to before - other times, it would barely be a wisp of energy.

And then there was the sensing. Having always enjoyed the art of Divination, Regulus knew that some magic wasn’t as well known as others. But, now, it was like he could sense things he hadn’t been able to before. The darkness before an attack - the feeling of trauma. The problem was… half the time, this didn’t turn out to be real. He’d feel a chill down his spine, preparing for more attacks in the paper - and nothing came. It was hard to manage. Nothing was the truth anymore. He wasn’t himself anymore. He’d been brought back from the dead, but some of the dead had come with him.

There was no telling what made him write to Sirius on the date of his death, one year later - but there was something that made him believe that now was the right time. He was a walking deck of tarot cards now and he had to listen to his own senses. He packed up the Horcrux, kept his wand tight, and followed his brother into the Order of the Phoenix. 

OCCUPATION: Being “dead,” Regulus does not work. Even prior to death, he didn’t really have a job. He lived with his parents at the time and worked for the Dark Lord. Being so young and just out of Hogwarts, he might’ve considered looking into the Ministry of Magic for work, had he not discovered about the Horcruxes. Until his mishap with the inferi, he was a very consistent and steady spell-caster. Not amazing or really excelling at any one thing, but steady. Had he had the chance to seek employment, he might’ve considered the International Magical Office of Law.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER: 

Regulus wants to end the war. That’s all. The Order is just a means to the end - as he feels they’re the only ones that might even come close to taking the Dark Lord down. That being said, he doesn’t really care who wins - he just knows who he wants to lose. This whole thing didn’t come from some big epiphany or a change of heart about Muggles and mudbloods… he just believes that Lord Voldemort is going to make the entire magical world crash and burn. Regulus wants to save magical humanity and he thinks that, if Voldemort wins, that’s the end of life, as his cards foretold.

For the past year, he’s been isolated on his own with this locket he knows to be a Horcrux. He doesn’t know what to do about it, how to find the others he assumes there to be, or how to destroy it. Sirius has admittedly come to his mind several times since his death, but the idea of finding his estranged brother, who he hasn’t seen since he was sixteen, was too hard to really consider until recently. As the war continued and Voldemort gained more and more power (the Daily Prophet comes in handy for something!), Regulus knew he had to push himself forward. And thus the letter to Sirius. Does he believe in the Order’s cause? Not really. Does he believe anyone else could take this secretive information and actually do something with it? No. The Order is the only hope for humanity - so he’ll put his energy into it if he has to.

SURVIVAL: 

The only reason Regulus hasn’t died yet is because a majority of the population thinks he already has. If the Dark Lord were to discover that one of his youngest members to ever have been given the Dark Mark had betrayed him, Regulus would very likely be at the top of Voldemort’s Most Want to Kill List (Regulus assumes his old master has one of these somewhere, anyway). As it is, Voldemort is none-the-wiser to the betrayal. Regulus doesn’t know whether the Dark Lord has discovered his note left over in the basin with the fake locket yet - but it’s only a matter of time.

For the last year, Regulus survived by using magic to steal food from unsuspecting Muggle communities and living in the abandoned home where Kreacher deposited him. Regulus has never been built much for camping, but survival is survival. He’s not ashamed of using his magic against the Muggles - they’re just Muggles! - and doesn’t ever intend on paying them back. His life is more important, after all.

Now that he’s back with the Order, his survival will depend on them keeping their mouths shut about him being alive - and taking the information he has seriously. He doesn’t like relying on others this much - especially the rag-tag team of misfits his brother loves so much - but he doesn’t have much of a choice. He can’t find these Horcruxes on his own and he needs the Order, just as much as they needed his information about how to truly take down the Dark Lord. He’ll survive by staying at the McKinnon Farm, most likely. If they’ll have him.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Sirius Black. The thing about Sirius that a lot of people don’t know is that there was love there, once. In fact, Sirius used to be the person Regulus felt most at ease with. They played together when they were young. He was the person Regulus looked most up to, as a child. But then Sirius had to go off to Hogwarts and find a new family. The farther Sirius got away from Regulus and the Black family, the more Regulus felt he needed to push opposite. As Sirius rebelled, Regulus became the son his parents always wanted. While Sirius got to be whoever he wanted with friends who would accept him, Regulus needed to prove to those around him that he was worthy. In Regulus’ mind, his older brother abandoned him to become something Regulus would never have the ability to be. Sirius is selfish. Perhaps, however, Regulus does have more of his brother in him than he originally thought. After all, defying the Dark Lord and faking his own death is a bigger act of rebellion than Sirius ever pulled off. Now that they’re back in each other’s lives, it’s bound to be rocky. But just because things aren’t good doesn’t mean the love is gone.

Caradoc Dearborn. When it comes to this “Inner Circle” thing (Regulus would like to point out that the Dark Lord, too, has one of those), he’d prefer to do business mainly with Caradoc. The man is a pureblood, for one - but he’s also straight-forward and doesn’t play games. Regulus doesn’t have to worry about the meaning behind Dearborn’s words like he does with Edgar Bones. What he says is what he means - and that’s something that makes Regulus feel more secure.

Lydia Avery & Cordelia Greengrass. If there’s anyone more surprising to have been fighting against the Dark Lord, it’s these two. Regulus knows them from growing up in their world - Lydia seems too nice to play it risky, while Regulus always assumed Cordelia was the perfect pureblood princess. Then again, he was the perfect pureblood prince… so perhaps things have changed. They seem relatively new to this whole thing - just like him - and there’s comfort in that.

Other purebloods from high society. Regulus can’t believe how many people he knows are fighting for this cause when they would’ve been safe no matter who won (if the world didn’t end, at least). However, the Order is full of familiar faces of his old life. Isla, Ryland, Branwen, Archibald, Emma, and even more Regulus recognizes! While it’s more than he would’ve ever assumed, he feels he has someone to talk to, at least.

Maurice Creevey. There’s not much to do when keeping your head down for a year and playing dead - but the Wireless helps. It’s something he listened to practically all day, every day, and so he’s stumbled upon more radio stations he never would’ve listened to a year ago. Maurice’s is one of them. It’s hidden - he’d discovered the first password from listening in on the neighbors - but interesting. While Regulus can’t agree with a majority of the rhetoric (really, it’s so radical, which only proves the point that Muggleborns are a problem!), he’s still listening. It’s made him think. And that’s something.

The Marauders. The group of his brother’s idiotic friends who took Sirius away from him. Now that they’re one down - James Potter had been the worst of them, too! - they’re a bit less unbearable. But what’s this about Lupin being a fucking werewolf? And then there’s Pettigrew… Regulus knows a secret about him. Sirius really knows how to pick them!

Peter Pettigrew. Speaking of Peter, Regulus knows something about him that Peter likely wouldn’t want spread. They’d both been under those masks a year ago, after all. He doesn’t know if the Dark Lord has granted Pettigrew with a Mark like he had Regulus, but it is clear now that Peter has been betraying the Order for years. Despite contrary belief, Peter actually isn’t stupid - he’s managed to spy for this long, after all! - but Regulus also knows that Peter knows Regulus is aware of his secret. Regulus doesn’t plan on telling the Order about the betrayal. So long as Peter doesn’t fuck up their chances at taking down the Dark Lord.

Severus Snape. Regulus doesn’t know what Severus is playing at. Has he truly defected to the Order’s side or is he like Peter and taking them all for a ride? Regulus doesn’t really care to find out - unless Severus plans on telling of Regulus’ own betrayal to the Dark Lord. He’d like to stay dead and therefore safe. He’s not above taking action if he means his own survival - or the survival of the Wizarding World - is at stake.

Andromeda Tonks. Along with Sirius, Andromeda is the other blasted-off member of his family from Regulus’ generation. In Regulus’ opinion, Andromeda was stupid. She wasn’t like Sirius - she could’ve had it all! And, yet, she’d thrown it away for a mudblood! It’s not like she was his favorite cousin when she was around, but he didn’t not like her either. It feels weird having her back. He’d spent most of his life with her off the tapestry, disowned by the family. He remembers more of his life without Andromeda than with her. Like Sirius, he’s not surprised she decided to help the cause. They always had the most bleeding hearts in the family.

Emmeline Vance. It’s been over a year since Regulus has been able to have access to a real healer. He’s glad Emmeline is working with the Order simply because he does need help. The side-effects of dying for a few minutes and inhaling all that magic has really done a number on him. He’d tried to fix it himself, but he’s not well-versed in healing spells, and probably did more harm to himself than good. He hopes Emmeline can help put him back together.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: Chemistry! I don’t plan much on shipping with Regulus, but am 100% open to something happening with any of the characters if a bit of chemistry comes up!

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Regulus didn’t have a lot of true friends at Hogwarts. He had his housemates and he was readily accepted as a Black family member in the House of Slytherin. But being in Slytherin also had rules. You fit in or you were out. It was kill or be killed. So Regulus adapted. While Sirius was able to find loving friends and become his true self in Gryffindor, thus leaving Regulus behind, Regulus had Slytherin. And that meant leaning even more into everything they’d learned from their parents. The rhetoric of pureblood is best had always been ingrained in his mind but, come Hogwarts, it became a lifestyle.

Regulus truly believes it, too. He’s bound to use the word mudblood in the presence of the Order and doesn’t always understand why people are so touchy about it. He doesn’t trust werewolves or goblins - he believes house elves are meant to be servants (even if one of his best confidants was one). Being a pureblood from a wealthy, high society family means he’s always been incredibly privileged. He grew up with money and class and never wanted for much (other than unconditional love, particularly from his brother). If the war were to have ended while he was in school, Regulus would’ve been safe.

However it didn’t end and he’s no longer safe. The biggest obstacle for him now is that he’d betrayed the Dark Lord. Even his family name can’t protect him. His privilege is gone. However, he still lives by all the biases he’s ever learned. He will judge the half-breeds in the Order. He will be condescending and confused by muggleborns who can perform magic well. He will look at his bloodline like it’s better. He won’t agree with having the werewolves in the woods and probably feel very weird around all the muggleborns at the farm. While he’s lost a lot of his privilege in the world of Voldemort, that doesn’t mean general society feels the same. He’s a cis, white, pureblooded male.

If he hadn’t pissed off the Dark Lord, he would’ve been golden.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? This is the roleplay I created 8 months ago and I just cannot believe how AMAZING it’s turned out. I never expected HR to get as far as it did. I love the players, the plots that we’ve all created together, and everything about this rpg. Now that James is dead, I’d like to challenge myself by playing a character I’ve never played before. I wanted someone completely opposite of James - and Regulus came to my mind because he can really fuck some shit up and bring something new to the plot.

PLOT DROP IDEAS: Mostly, the biggest thing for Regulus is that he’s bringing up the fact that the Order can’t win without defeating the Horcruxes - which I think has a lot of potential for missions and other events and plot drops! I also can’t wait to explore the people in his family he’s coming back to! Sirius and Andromeda both thought he was dead for the past year. And then there are all the people he grew up with. I’m super excited for it all! I’d give some other plot drop ideas, but I think that’ll spoil some admin things we have planned, huzzah!

ANYTHING ELSE? N/A

EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS:

PAST:

Regulus life used to be able to be defined in two parts: before Sirius and after Sirius. His brother, who had once been his best and only friend, had found something different, leaving Regulus behind to become the person their parents always wanted. While Sirius rebelled against the pureblood rhetoric of the Black family, Regulus leaned into it. He had to in order to survive in Slytherin. Sirius left them - and Regulus became the perfect pureblood son to be the heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Then he took the Dark Mark. And, soon, his life became before the Dark Lord and after the Dark Lord. While Regulus truly did believe most of what his master preached, he also believed that a world ruled by Voldemort meant the end of magical humanity. Ever passionate about Divination, Regulus consulted his tarot cards, his crystal ball, his tea leaves… and all he saw was destruction. The death of himself - the death of the Wizarding World. His rebellion wasn’t like Sirius’ - it wasn’t loud or brash or dramatic. It came with the knowledge of a Horcrux and where to find it. He wanted Voldemort to lose because he wanted the world to survive. When he went to the lake, he never expected to come out alive. He’d thought death had been his destiny. But Kreacher had defied him - saved him - and left him with the world believing him dead, a Horcrux around his neck.

PRESENT: 

There have been times in the past year where Regulus thought about reaching out to Sirius, but he wasn’t ready - something kept him away. It wasn’t until his cards told him now was the time that he wrote the letter, explaining to his brother that he was alive and had crucial information for the Order. Regulus knows what this means for him. He could’ve stayed dead for the remainder of the war - perhaps gotten out of the country. But where would that leave the Wizarding World? He wants magic to survive - and therefore he must work with the Order of the Phoenix. While he doesn’t really believe in their cause, he does believe that the organization is the only thing that possibly has a chance at stopping Voldemort. He has knowledge on how to do so - now they just need to listen. It doesn’t matter if the side-effects of his near-death in the lake (the bursts of magic, the sense of something surrounding them) makes him less stable than he’s ever been - what matters is that only he knows the truth about how to take down the Dark Lord. The Order may not trust Regulus, but he knows that there will be no humanity left without him. 

FC CHOICES: Timothée Chalamet (alt: Tyler Young, Logan Lerman)

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Congratulations, CHARLIE! You’ve been accepted for the role of CORIOLANUS. Admin Jen: There are no words to describe how floored I was by the stellar portrayal you've presented to us, Charlie. With two very strong applications, we were given quite a difficult decision, but ultimately you showed us not only Coriolanus, but Cyrus, flaws and all. There is so much depth and nuance to Cyrus that it makes him not quite an easy character to grasp, but as I read your app, I could see all of it, small details and broad concepts alike, plucked and arranged in front of me in an alluring, mischievous array. You captured every aspect of Cyrus that is distinct and unique to him and him alone, from the various paths that his journey in Verona could take, to the tragic, painfully human starting point that paved the way for it, to his mannerisms and devious charm. He's going to be an absolute menace on the dash and I can't wait to see it! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Charlie

Age | 23 in less than a month!

Preferred Pronouns | she/her

Activity Level | 5-8. I think we all know how chaotic everything gets at the moment and that’s also mirrored in my activity. On the one hand, I have A LOT of free time on my hands right now and a very high motivation to write, at the same time, my mood is also very fickle throughout the day and can quickly jump from feeling like writing a novel to not even wanting to touch my laptop. However, I’m around for plotting basically 24/7 and have established in the past that queuing my replies works very well for me, so I’d be able to deliver replies on a regular basis.

Timezone | GMT+1/CET 

How did you find the rp?  | I’ve been a part of DV before.

Current/Past RP Accounts | https://ofduval.tumblr.com/

IN CHARACTER

Character | Cyrus Sloane

What drew you to this character? |

When I knew I wanted to rejoin Diverona, I also realized that I wanted to write a character, who challenges me as a writer, this time around and thus, started looking at characters I’ve never paid any real attention before as they’re not my go-to kinds of characters.

And then I stumbled across Cyrus bio and, for the first time ever since I stumbled across the group two years ago, truly read it. And what can I say, I fell in love.

He’s darkness combined with the charm and holiness of an angel, a paradox in itself. He’s like Lucifer, the one who shined brightest of all only to fall deeper than all the other angels. And just like Lucifer, he’d rather reign in Hell than serve in Heaven. He’ll do whatever it takes to build his own kingdom. Flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo; if I cannot bend heaven, I’ll raise hell. 

Like the most poisonous flowers, he’s as beautiful as they come and will kill you softly from inside. Cyrus Sloane isn’t handsome nor attractive, he’s beautiful and that’s precisely what makes him so dangerous. To quote The Secret History: ‘Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.’ You’ll fear his name and yet, you also won’t help but feel drawn to it, almost like a fly to a Venus flytrap.

Also, his relationship with Vivianne? W o w is all I have to say about that. No, seriously, I’m so emo over this connection, you wouldn’t believe it. There is just so much potential in there, so much tragedy, so much angst, anger, chaos, and destruction that still deserves to unfold. And I yearn to be the one who gets the chance to do that. 

From reading up on past plot drops and my personal experience within the group (which might be totally wrong, it’s just my subjective perception!), I feel like, so far, Cyrus hasn’t really had the chance to play a key role, to go through the character development he deserves, to matter as much as he should. And I want to give this character, that has grown to be so near and dear to my heart in the past days, the chance to shine that he deserves. For the first time in forever, I can’t even bring myself to truly stress out over the application process as I normally do because this app simply needed to be written, I needed to write Cyrus at least once, even if it’s just in this app. 

Because he does things with me, I myself don’t quite understand just yet. To be frank, Cyrus Sloane gives me a freaking headache, I’m not gonna lie about that. He’s so much and so different from what I’m used to. But still, I just can’t help coming back for more. Which I feel is exactly what Cyrus does? No matter if he hurts you or puts you in uncomfortable situations, you’ll come back craving more. 

And I’m definitely craving more of him.

What future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

mother dearest.

Did she weep when she abandoned him? It’s a question he stopped asking himself a long time ago and yet, it still haunts him. He doesn’t want it to, has done everything in his power to stop caring about it and yet, it’s ingrained so deeply in his bones that even breaking them wouldn’t make him forget it.

Cyrus’ questions of what he did wrong to deserve such a fate turned into hatred for the woman, who is to blame for it all years ago. And still, there is still this childlike curiosity, this desire, so suppressed and ignored that even he believes he’s actually forgotten it, to find out why. 

The dynamic between Vivianne and Cyrus is a very delicate, very intriguing one and I’d love to explore it further. I’m not sure how much has happened there yet as it’s something that needed to be discussed with Lina, but I’d love for Cyrus to get those answers he tells himself he doesn’t even want to know anymore somewhere down the line. Maybe at one point, he might even downright confront her and demand to get them, though this roughness and lack of subtlety would have to be provoked in some way as it’s not his usual style. Nor does he really want her to know that he cares, or acknowledge that himself for that matter. 

I highly doubt that the knowledge of why will be enough to ease the hatred, the pain of the still aching wound that never healed. Finding out what happened, most likely won’t change anything about his determination to see her kingdom come undone as I imagine him being too far down this path for redemption. And yet, it’d be fun to see this already so complex dynamic filled with even more layers. 

see it all burn to ashes.

The tale of a mother abandoning her son, throwing him to the wolves is one as old as time.  The fatal consequences this act of cruelty can bring with it are just as well known. 

And yet, Cyrus intends to outdo them all. 

Considering how I feel like it’s his main character arch, I’m not going to be very concrete here as I think it’s something that needs to be plotted out together with other writers, not to mention that there are so many different routes that this arch could go. After all, all roads lead to Rome. 

One interesting option would be attempting to destroy the Capulets from within. For that, he’d have to make himself irreplaceable. 

This could go hand in hand together with the plot mentioned further below regarding him following into Cassian’s footsteps so I’m not going to delve into that here.

Additionally, In a city like Verona, secrets are a currency more valuable than money, as is information. Mona Chen is a perfect example of the importance of secrets just as the dead witches were. Considering how Mona now not only doesn’t work exclusively for the Capulets any longer but also charges them a heavier price than she used to, it’d be in the Capulets’ interests to replace her with somebody who works exclusively for them, who gives them the information they want for free. I’m not entirely sure of the concrete way to achieve it just yet, but I imagine somebody as charming and talented at manipulations as Cyrus is would be capable of eliciting secrets out of people without them truly realizing what they’re giving up. He might even build his own network of spies to take over that ‘vacant’ position. 

Secondly, he could attempt to set the Capulet empire aflame with the help of the Montagues, after all, there is some truth in the saying “the enemy of my enemy is my friend”. I’m also be going into more detail about that idea in a further plot point.

Whatever route, Cyrus will take in the end, I do want him to make a mark. To do some damage at least. Even though he’s young, he couldn’t have ever crowned himself king of Cape Town if he didn’t know how to gain power. 

the old king is dead, long live the king.

I feel like with Cassian - his mentor - dead, Cyrus is going to strive towards stepping into his footsteps and taking over his role in politics within Verona. After all, it’s what he trained for, what he endured Cassian’s company for. Only that he’ll do a better job as Cassian could have. After all, who could not fall in love with his angelic smile and boyish charm?

Even in a city controlled by the mafia, the civilians still play an important role. Incur the people’s wrath and you’ll find yourself in a tough position. Thus, getting the general population under control is most certainly a way to rise to power (as proven multiple times in various European countries in the past). 

I want Cyrus to get (more) involved with Verona’s politics, attempting to earn the support and respect of members of the leading families of Verona. As mentioned above, secrets are an important currency within Verona and not only among members of the mob. The more respectable the family is, the darker the secrets often are and the more determined they are to keep them hidden from public knowledge. 

Using that to his advantage paired with his boyish charm nobody ever has truly been able to resist, could be his way into politics and subsequently turning Verona into his kingdom.

He managed to do it in Cape Town, why shouldn’t the people of Verona earn to praise his name as well?

maybe we’re just young gods.

Saying Bernadette Dupont and Cyrus Sloane bring out the worst in each other, is an understatement. They’re a match made not in heaven but hell.

I think it’s safe to say that while causing havoc and chaos is fun, it’s not enough for them. For Cyrus at least it isn’t, he’s dead set on pushing the Capulets from their throne and putting himself on it instead. With Bunny as the queen by his side. 

I'm the king of everything and you’re the queen. 

I want to explore their relationship further. How far are they willing to go for each other, what lengths will they go to for their own amusement and selfish goals? Might there even be more going on between them than just causing destruction together? Could mutual selfishness possibly be replaced by truly caring about each other?

the enemy of my enemy.

First of all, I don’t think that Cyrus will ever truly betray the Capulets to become a Montague. Is there a chance of him betraying the capulets? Definitely. However, not to become somebody else’s puppet. No, if he does so, only because it’s in his best interests, because it helps him build his own empire.

His connection to Lawrence, whom he serves as an informant, is already a very intriguing and promising one as it’s a way for him to get involved with the Montagues. No matter what Lawrence might think, they’re meeting as equals, Cyrus only gives him the information for a price that he sets and not because he feels obliged to do so or because Lawrence has something on him. 

Considering how Lawrence isn’t a taken character as of right now and I don’t think he’s the only connection of this sort Cyrus has, I’d love to find a taken character with whom he’s entered a similar symbiosis. 

It’d be the perfect way into getting more power by slowly breaking down the Capulet kingdom piece by piece.

flying to close to the sun. 

Just like Icarus, Cyrus has built his own wings, yearning to fly, to become a god. And just like Icarus, at one point he’s bound to get too close to the sun, is going to get burned and plum into a yet unknown depth. 

Verona isn’t Cape Town and while he made himself a king there, while he built his own empire on another continent, this new playing field calls for stakes higher than any he’s ever known. He turned himself into a shark in a tank of guppies back then, how will he thrive in a tank full of sharks, all bigger and more experienced than him? 

The tragedy of striving to have everything is that you have all the more to lose. The higher you fly, the deeper you can fall. And it’d be such bittersweet irony if his ambition, his thirst to see his mother’s kingdom burned to ashes was the reason for him to get burned. 

I think, especially if I follow up on the previously mentioned plot of him getting more involved with the Montagues, that this has a good chance of getting him into serious trouble. After all, with Viola already being outed as a traitor to the Capulets, the stakes are higher than they’ve ever been before. After all, it only stands to reason the Capulets will be even more cautious now that they’ve found one mole in their midst. If there’s one, who says that there aren’t more? 

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Yes and no. It needs to be under the right circumstances and, to be perfectly honest, I don’t think I’d want to let him go for quite a while. In my eyes, it’d be a logical conclusion for him to die at some point as he’s just an arrogant boy throwing himself into a war against much older, more experienced people to burn everything his mother ever held dear down and rise as a god from the ashes. I wouldn’t be surprised if this hubris got him killed one day. However, I’d want him to make his mark first somehow. 

 IN DEPTH

muder tw, gore tw

Father, forgive me for I’ve sinned. 

Lips curl into the hint of a smirk as he lazily crosses his legs, right feet resting on his left thigh. The confessional box is just big enough for him to find a comfortable position and yet, his foot touches the dark wood of the wall separating him and the priest. And he cannot help but wonder if its main purpose is precisely that, making it almost impossible to find a comfortable position. 

If a god finds it necessary to intimidate his followers by forcing them to confess their sins in a state of uncomfortableness, he cannot be very intimidating in the first place, can he? 

“I’m afraid I didn’t get your question, padre, mi dispiace.” The words leave his mouth with honey-laced innocence, and while there is not a single hint of doubt in his mind that the priest will buy it right up, the curl of his lips colors their sincerity a lie. It’s almost a shame really, how the insincerity of this show is carefully concealed by the wood in between them, the small openings leaving just enough space for words to transfer back and forth between the two sections. 

Then again, what fun is it if you jump right to the end?

He has a grim business ahead one him, a gruesome duty, one he tells himself he doesn’t necessarily enjoy (except you do, a tiny voice whispers in the back of his mind, he chooses to ignore it). It’s something he needs to do. Betray him and you’ll pay the price, it’s a rule as simple as it can be and yet, one he’d enforce no matter what it’d take. Growing up with catholic foster parents, religion has always played a part in his life. He grew up to follow the Christian beliefs, to respect God and all his messengers on Earth. And yet, doing the Lord’s work won’t save the priest. His treason won’t go unpunished. 

For there is only one god in Cape Town and his name is Cyrus Sloane. 

“Tell me, son, do you regret your sins?” 

The priest’s voice is calm, patient, almost gentle. And yet, it causes him to flinch just slightly. For a small moment, so short and fleeting that it has passed in the blink of an eye, hesitation and doubt shadow his mind. Maybe he shouldn’t go on. If he takes this next step, there’s no turning back. He’ll cross a line drawn so deeply into the ground that it’s almost a canyon. If he crosses that line, he’ll truly be the monster some bold voices already call him out to be in hushed whispers behind his back.

Instinctively, he pushes his chin out just a little, jaw muscles tensing in defiance of the thought, 

Maybe if they didn’t want him to turn into a monster, they shouldn’t have crossed the simple rules he put up. Maybe they should have been smart enough to not try to bury a dagger in his back in the hope of hitting his heart.

Don’t they already know that it’s nothing but rotten flesh anyway? 

“Which one? The ones I’ve already committed or the ones I’ll still commit?” Casual yet empathetic words leave sensual lips with just a hint of amusement lying beneath. And yet, despite it all, there’s a kind of honesty, so sincere and authentic that it cannot be faked, to be found in them. Cyrus doesn’t regret the hard decisions he has to make nor the one he’ll still make in the future; power and the world as his kingdom are his birthrights, a god doesn’t care about the havoc that follows in his wake. And neither does he; if anything he opens it with open arms. And nonetheless, there were some lines that there were harder to cross as others.

The best lies and manipulations always have a ring of truth to them, but maybe that’s just another lie people tell themselves so they won’t have to be ashamed of their true feelings.  

“The ones you’ve already committed will do for now. Confess them and beg the Lord for His forgiveness so that with His grace I can grant you absolution for your sins and you can leave reborn in the light of His mercy.”

A soft chuckle, so full of light it’d put angels to shame, rings through the air, fingers brushing through golden curls lazily, head resting against the wall behind him. “I’m afraid those are more than I can count. If I recall them all, we’ll still sit here tomorrow and your god’s ears will bleed in terror.” 

But then again, the same god stood by and did nothing when his own mother abandoned him so maybe he’s crueler than he’d give him credit for.

Though he tries not to show it, in fact, tries his best to gloss over the priest’s patience is starting to grow thinner and thinner, no longer a sturdy thread of wool but more a silk thread hanging dangerously thin in the air. It’s as obvious to him like blood in the water to a shark, Cyrus feels just as drawn to it. Charm is his weapon of choice, an automatism if he dare say, and yet, there’s nothing quite as satisfying as seeing a grown man slowly but surely come undone. 

Figuratively as well as literally. 

“Do you regret them at least?”

For a moment there is silence, only the damp, cold air only filled by the soft sounds of quiet breathing. Cyrus takes a moment to answer, the tension growing thicker with every passing blink until it’s thick enough to cut. Feet light like a gazelle he stands up and with two decisive steps, long legs moving gracefully, he bridges the distance between them.

“Not really, no”, he says, looking down into the priest’s puzzled face, lips curled into an angelic smile.

It’s the same smile Lucifer must have worn when he stood in front of his creator, so terrifyingly beautiful it could kill the weak of heart.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to confess that I don’t regret any of them”, the smile still locked onto the priest like sharp shooter’s sight on his next target, he calmly pulls the knife out of its sheath carefully hidden by the backside of his Armani jumper and dark jeans. Though it becomes more obvious with every passing second what he’s intending to do, every movement is done in accurate precision without any hurry. 

He rules this town, there’s no need to hurry. Especially not considering how the priest stares at him like a fly caught in a spider net might at the slowly but surely approaching spider, fangs opening wider with every step it takes. 

“I’m not sure if there’s anything I need to confess”, he adds, posture straight and balanced like the king he was born to be, tone as charming as ever. If anybody was looking for a spark of lunacy in his dark eyes, they’d have to look forever for there is none. Cyrus Sloane isn’t crazy, this isn’t the act of an insane person who’s lost touch with all rationality. No, he knows exactly what he’s doing and doesn’t do it despite it but because of it. 

Head slightly cocked to the right, his gaze wanders over the priest’s face once more, soaking up the slowly rising panic like another might the smell of freshly baked cookies. 

It tastes just as sweet in his mouth.

“Che mi dici di te, padre? Is there anything you’d like to confess in front of your god?” 

Be it the one hanging on the cross at the other end up the church or the one standing right in front of him. 

His words leave a sense of finality in their wake, he knows they both can feel it. Good. As exhilarating as this little situation is, there’s only a small line between exhilarating and boring. 

The priest’s eyes open so wide that Cyrus is a little afraid they’re gonna burst. Now that would be mess he wouldn’t envy his dry cleaner having to get it out of his clothes again.  

“I’m sorry”, he starts to blather, regressing to a man half his size and age, eyes full of not yet spoken pleas for mercy. Mercy that won’t be granted, but he doesn’t know that, at least not yet. Soon he’ll find out while taking his dying breaths that this town has no mercy for those betraying its king. “I didn’t mean to…”

Before the old priest can finish his sentence, Cyrus cuts his throat with one swift, determined motion, blood bursting out like air out of a ballon as soon as the cut is made, spraying his formerly clean clothes.

He couldn’t care less.

Carefully, he wipes the blade clean with a handkerchief, the one innocent white cloth now tainted by the crimson red of treason, of revenge. He tucks it back into his pocket before stepping over the lifeless body without giving it another look, his face as unreadable as a dark, cloudy sky.

Father, forgive me for I’ve sinned. For deep down, I know I’ll do it again if I have to. Without any shame or regret. 

 Extras: You can find a pinterest board here.

[chwrpg]

If you want your ear pierced, I'll do it. -- Storm Harris

Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold. -- Javier Castillo

A NOTE FROM ADMIN B: Erin, back at it again with bringing much wanted characters to the dash! We’ve been holding onto these apps for a long while now, so we figured it fair to let you loose with both of them.

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

whaddup it’s ya girl E$, i’m way too old but i’m still going by she/her and living in the EST

DESIRED CHARACTER:

Storm Harris

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE?

at least an 8/10 unless otherwise stated 

SECONDARY CHOICE:

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

Storm is someone who will survive regardless of the circumstances in her path. She found her way out of her childhood home when she needed to, a job that paid the bills and a little more, and now a house with a found family that isn’t perfect but is a good step above what she’d known before. Loyalty is important to her but only when it’s been earned. She wouldn’t feel loyal to her parents nor would she feel it toward anyone who proves to her that they don’t respect her or those she cares about. What she truly wants is to belong somewhere and to be loved in the way she always wanted her parents to love her, though they never could. 

SAMPLE WRITING:

“Watch out for the asshole in section two. He likes to use his hands but not for tipping.” 

Storm rolled her eyes as the dancers backstage gossiped about their customers for the night and how much they were or weren’t paying. There were assholes who felt entitled to tough the dancers every night the same way there were idiots looking to empty their wallets on a hands-free lap dance for the right dancer; they were working in a strip club and they’d all been there long enough to know this all came with the territory. 

She’d given up on understanding the why behind everything and was simply focused on the what— specifically, what was coming home in her back pocket and how much of it there was. The only thing that perked her up and stopped her from touching up in the mirror was news of a big spender so she tuned out of the conversation until she heard her name cut through the white noise. 

“Roger’s not here tonight, or he got beat to his seat if he is.” her friend told her. Another voice layered on top of that, “What the fuck? I try to dance for him every time he’s here and he’s never looked twice at me!” Yet another, “I’ve never seen him so close to the stage.”

It was too much to ignore. Storm set her powder brush down and peeked around the curtain to look where her regular Friday night high-roller sat. Indeed, Roger was not in his usual seat. Instead, Ace Claymore was in his spot looking too pleased with himself for her liking. He was always so smug and he loved to watch but never tipped. “Fuck this.” She groaned as she turned back to her vanity. “What did I do to deserve this shit?” She asked of no one in particular. Friday was one of her biggest nights and now it looked like she’d be going home with nothing to show for her work.

Her name was being called from outside their dressing room door and she knew it was still her turn to dance. Regardless of how much money she’d make she still had a job to do. 

The cheers of her other regulars and some random additional voices had her skin vibrating and she pushed all negativity out of her mind, ignoring Ace while she danced for the ones she knew would tip her, paying special mind to those who couldn’t tip as high but still looked at her like she was god’s gift to the earth. 

When she couldn’t avoid him any longer, Storm’s eyes locked with Ace’s. He was devastatingly handsome but this wasn’t the place for her to care about his looks. He was a wallet and nothing more. The audience clapped and cheered for her when the song ended and thus began her walk around the audience to try and sell private dances. So why was it she couldn’t seem to pull herself away from Ace Claymore once he struck up a conversation with her under the pretense of getting to know her better? He met each one of her verbal blows with a quick-witted response that seemed to only be able to make her smile instead of walking off like she knew she should.

ANYTHING ELSE?

1985, Bowling for Soup (2004), no awards of which to speak 

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OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

y'already know what it is

DESIRED CHARACTER:

Javier Castillo

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE?

8/10

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

Javier is mostly a pure, kind little bean who doesn’t want any trouble. He just wants to graduate college with honors and help the world– namely, people who grew up in similar circumstances as himself. With all of that said, he has proven time and again that he doesn’t back down when one of his own was threatened. He’s a sweet baby angel who will go to bat for every single person he loves which includes every member of the Greasers. They are his family just as much as his father are and much more than his mother was and they were there for him whenever he needed them regardless of the fact that he still refused to join up. He has a deep loyalty to those who he considers to be family and disagreements or differing opinions can’t get in the way of that.

SAMPLE WRITING:

It was a day Javier had been both dreading and looking forward to for over a year. When he found out he’d gotten accepted to Rosewood Academy on a full scholarship it was one of the proudest days of his life. It was also one of the few days he could remember his father cracking a smile and saying more than a few nods and grunts of approval for something he’d done. He apparently had high hopes for Javier to get out of the lifestyle he’d grown up living even though he’d never voiced them until that day. His father was adamant about not being ashamed of the work he did or the people he ran with and they would always be part of their family, but he thought Javier could do more with his life than he had with his. That conversation with him was running through his mind as he straightened his shirt for the thousandth time in the backseat of the Cruz’s car.

Perrie’s parents gushed about Diego’s time at Rosewood most of the ride there and told them they were going to love it so many times Javier almost forgot the reality of what they would be walking into. These kids – their new peers – were rich and stuck up and would most likely hate them simply because they came from the other side of the tracks. It would be an adjustment but for the opportunities a diploma from Rosewood presented it would be worth it. He looked over at Perrie and a small smile turned his lips upward just slightly. He’d be fine as long as he had Perrie with him.

“Thanks for the ride.” Javier smiled at the people who were like a second set (a more functional set) of parents to him, and he got out of the car. “You ready? How bad can it be, right?” Javier shrugged and tried to be optimistic as he looked at his best friend and they started up the path to the front doors. They had to take tours and had their schedules already handled during orientation so at least they wouldn’t be lost freshmen at the preppy school where most people would think they didn’t belong. They got some looks, more than a few, from people who sized them up. Most of them were older and bigger than the boys on the other ends of the glances so Javier was more nervous about them than anything. Once in a while someone looked their way with something closely resembling fear and Javi wanted to laugh.

The day was uneventful for the most part, his teachers seemed fine and the classes would be harder and more rigorous than he was used to but he was positive he could handle the work load. People had gotten over the shock of new kids they didn’t know or grow up with from earlier but he hadn’t exactly made any new friends either. Thankfully he and Perrie had the same lunch period so they sat together and Javier reasoned that they’d be fine if they kept low profiles and just hung out with each other here.

A couple of older jock-types hassled them toward the end of the period and Javier stayed quiet through it all. He thought he was in the clear when they gave up, laughing and looking back at them the whole way, but two of them caught up to him before he left that day and made sure he ‘knew his place’ by reminding him where he came from. It didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would but he’d been picturing a much worse first day so he still left in a good enough mood and he promised himself he’d make it through the next four years without ever giving one of those assholes the satisfaction of a response.

ANYTHING ELSE?

19-19-1985

[guzmas-buggy-boi]

favorite way to spoil their pokemon

Oooo! I like this one! I’m sure Admin Gio and I will have fun writing this headcanon!

Giovanni:

- It’s clear to anyone who has ever interacted with Giovanni knows that he has a favorite child Pokemon, and it’s Persian. 

- This man flat out refuses to let his pretty kitty stay confined within a Pokeball. 

- More often than not, Persian will be at his side or even on his lap, receiving precious ‘srittcha scrattcha time’. 

- Also, since this man is the King of the underground crime syndicate, you know that his Persian will be perched right up there with him, receiving all sorts of lavish gifts. 

- (Really… who needs a diamond-encrusted laser pointer and special dental treats imported from Kalos?)

- If he doesn’t enjoy your company, Giovanni will coax you into playing with his Persian. 

- In layman’s terms: Persian gets to use you as a scratching post if you piss him off.

- In short, Giovanni treats his Persian better than his own son… and that’s sad. (but same)

Silver:

- Silver wasn’t much for showing affection after leaving his father; so in the early stages, he didn’t really spoil his Pokemon.

- Sometimes he would yell at them less or not hit them, but that was it.

- (He’s working through his daddy issues, okay?)

- However, everything changed once enough people told him how much of a twerp he was being.

- After that, he made a conscious effort: he’d give some form of a compliment or two, awkwardly pet his team, and attempt to find their favorite berries.

- Though old habits are hard to break, and he’d go back to yelling and berating once more.

- But he wouldn’t dare to hit them again.

- In the end, his team sees that he’s remorseful in the end and that he’s trying to be a better trainer.

Maxie:

- Though Maxie isn’t the most affectionate towards… well, anyone, he does have a soft spot for his oldest companion, Camerupt.

- Regardless of whether or not he has the time, Maxie will set aside exactly one hour each day to brush and clean his Camerupt.

- (He would also count how many brush stroke and try to maintain a decent average for maximum cleanliness.)

- (Scratch that: he’d hum a tune and make funny little lyrics while his Camerupt huffs in enjoyment.)

- Even when others question him about it, he won’t admit his affections nor favoritism.

- Instead, he’ll just make up an excuse about not wanting to track dirt everywhere.

- But we know the truth, Maxie.

Archie:

- Saying that Archie is loud and obnoxious at times is an understatement; so of course this will spill over to how he’d spoil his main Pokemon: Sharpedo.

- When they’re not venturing the High Seas, he can, and will, wrestle Sharpedo when they’ re both raring to go.

- Also, races and diving competitions is a given.

- (This man is a powerhouse in the water..? Wtf?!?)

- Moreover, when they are on the clock, Archie will find time to let his sharky buddy explore the various bodies of water.

- (One time, he was stupid enough to let Sharpedo swim in the local swimming pool… It wasn’t a good time for anyone: patrons fled, Sharpedo got sick from the chlorine, and Archie got permabanned.)

- Lastly, even though he may seem like Fraternity’s worst nightmare, he still cares about his Pokemon’s oral health, oddly enough?

- ‘We gotta keep yer pearly whites clean, Old Blue!’

Cyrus:

- (I’m not gonna lie, Cyrus threw me a curveball, but Admin Gio narrowly caught it with his teeth.)

- A shock to everyone: Cyrus can actually form an emotional attachment to someone: his Crobat.

- However, because of his stoic attitude paired with his nihilistic viewpoints, it baffles everyone when he calls Crobat into battle.

- Though his ways of affection are unconventional (and nonexistent???), it didn’t stop his previously known Golbat to evolve. (somehow???)

- Anyway, I suppose that the secret about their bond will remain a mystery.

Ghetsis:

- Ghetsis is a garbage human being who doesn’t treat anyone right; this especially rings true for his Pokemon, namely Hydreigon.

- You’d think with his saccharine words about liberation would mean that he has the utmost respect for his partner… but no.

- Daily abuse: crammed into its Pokeball, only to be let out during battles, scolding and harsh punishments if it loses, deprived of basic necessities, you name it.

- The only ‘spoiling’ Hydreigon receives would be a slightly bigger portion of food, but that only happens when he sweeps a team (which given its condition, is r a r e).

- Hell, it even knows f u s t r a t i o n, a move that gets STRONGER when a Pokemon HATES their trainer.

- (And he calls N ‘the freak without a human heart’…)

N:

- ‘Wait.. whats spoiling?’

- The pure cinnamon roll that is N doesn’t ’spoil’ his friends…

- He l o v e s his friends.

- All of his Pokemon are, quite literally, members of his family: each and every one of them has special quirks and personalities, which N uses to figure out what they like to do.

- For instance, Zoroark, who’s like a brother to N, loves sweet foods and to get its long, red fur brushed.

- So, N will personally make sure his brother has enough treats and will take the time to detangle Zoroark’s fur.

- (Sometimes, he’ll even braid it!)

- Overall, N is such a giver to his Pokemon friends!

- (But… he needs to learn the word no at some point….)

Lysandre:

- Lysandre is all about that aesthetic, and so is his Pyroar.

- This boy will spend HOURS grooming his beautiful fur baby: we’re talking about brushing, clipping nails, picking boogers, flossing teeth, EVERY. LITTLE. THING.

- In turn, he also spends an equal amount of time grooming himself (same routine, of course).

- It’s all worth it, though, because they end up looking like brothers of the same majestic Pride.

- Also, forget about such childish things as toys and scratching posts: Pyroar is too regal for such commoner filth.

- (It would much rather spend its time sat alongside Lysandre, overlooking the petty nuances of daily life.)

Lusamine:

- Like Lysandre, Lusamine is all about that a e s t h e t i c, and how she.. 

- spoils her Pokemon… 

- reflects that….

-……..

- Okay, she freezes the Pokemon that she deems ‘perfect’.

- (It’s not ideal, but hey! Love comes in many forms…. I guess?)

Guzma:

- Guzma is like an older brother to many; and to his Pokemon, he’s basically a devoted father.

- He makes sure each and every one of his Pokemon feel wanted and deserving of love in the form of making them cheesy Christmas sweaters (its a tradition) and home cooked food.

- If any of his Pokemon get into a scuffle alongside him, you know Guzma’s going to be treating their injuries first, no matter how insignificant it is.

- He has personally raised all of his beloved buggy bois from when they were hatchlings, so he knows them like the back of his hand.

- Take his relationship with Golispod, for example: those two are like two peas in a (Golis)pod!

- (Hell, Golispod’s the one that came up with the signature Team Skull hand signs, yo!)

- In short, Guzma is a dork and we all love him.

[tudorhqs]

It’s no secret nor am I ashamed to say that I haven’t been around in the last few months. Although I didn’t originally start Tudors, I did take over as a main admin this summer in the wake of both creative differences and administrative decisions. Being the only admin on board a roleplay I didn’t create terrified me. I wasn’t going to let it die, but I also couldn’t go at it alone. Solo graciously decided to join me on board and for the next few months we navigated this ship ourselves. Unfortunately, in late November I was forced to step away due to a surgery that left me inactive for the next several months. Solo has manned the roleplay essentially since then, and if not for her I am certain Tudors would have died with me. Solo has done so much for Tudors, things onlookers would have no idea about; creatively, she has been a key-player in the time jump we recently instituted, and behind the scenes she’s queued thousands of promos, answered hundreds of questions, and accepted dozens and dozens of applicants, all the while forming a limitless bond with our members in the Discord chat. I have felt so guilty being away from the dash and basically foisting the responsibility on Solo, but I also know that if not for her none of us would be able to flesh out the characters and plots we know and love today. So from all of us here at Tudors: thank you, Solo! Thank you for doing so much for the roleplay as both member and admin. You’ve done a beautiful job and we can’t wait to see what you do next! We love you! –– Xoxo, Mama Claw.

Just under a year ago I found this group and it became a solace for me, an outlet for when it has been the crappiest of days or I just needed to get out of my head for a while, but it has been so much more than just a place to play pretend and write to my heart’s content - that is the beauty of it! Tudors has become an OOC family that feels like more than just a group of writers shit posting about Henry VIII and we owe the fact that it’s still around to you, Solo. In times where life has gotten on top of one admin and another needed a well deserved break for rest, you have stepped up and helped this group to continue to grow even through times of radio silence and we simply couldn’t have done it without you. You are kind, compassionate and so welcoming to both new members and old. Sometimes I find the OOC chat to be overwhelming but I always feel assured to know that you’re always there; ready to be the first person to respond to any and every random message thrown into the group, making us all feel included and wanted. From your creativity, kindness and out of the blue messages to send memes or cry with me over SIX, I feel incredibly fortunate to know and get to write with you in a group that you have nurtured and cared for like a true mama duck! Not to mention getting to share SIX with you in May. I know I’m rambling and forgetting what words even are, but the point is that there is No Way that we could do this without you. Now, Don’t Lose Your Head, but you truly have a Heart Of Stone and it has been your dedication which has grounded us all and given us the ability to Get Down in Tudor court whenever we want. I know All You Wanna Do sometimes is ignore replies and things because they don’t always come easily but I’ll never say that I Don’t Need Your Love-ly muses because they are just as incredible as you are, each and every one of them. –– Lots of love and adoration, Bee.

Dear Solo,

In the past few months that I've been a part of Tudors, I’ve felt at home. Back in December, when I joined, I was a little wary of getting back into the rp game. Bad admins, cliques, and low activity were all still in the back of my mind, and though I was a little suspicious that Tudors would be like that, I was proved dead wrong. Thanks to you, I have always felt welcomed and appreciated as part of the group. And a big part of that is due to you. You’re always the first to like my starter, the first to respond to some shenanigan on discord, always the one to encourage character development and group bonds. You’re a fantastic admin, and I know personally how hard it is to keep up with an rp, especially one so detailed. That’s another thing: you pay attention to every little detail on the main, with other’s characters, and even our own lives. Solo, you should know that you are more than just an admin. You’re a fantastic writer, someone with a big heart and a great sense of humour, and most of all, our Mama Duck. I can’t speak for anyone else, but if Tudors ever decides to start up again, I’ll be there. Hopefully, I get the chance to write more with you. All the best in grad school! –– Lots of love, Mara.

My dearest Solo - I can't tell you enough how much I love you, and on another front, treasure you for all that you have done for Tudors. I've harped on you taking over this rp and how amazing it is for a reason. Its been a year of Tudors, but the moments I think about the most, beyond those wonderful summer days, are those when you fought tooth and nail to keep this place alive. You poured endless love and effort into Tudors, and I don't want you for a second to take it ending for the moment, as an indication of your failure. It is your light, and love, that gave us these wonderful months - that cultivated an environment of collaboration, laughter and joy. There has been no drama, only love and good times - this rp didn't begin as yours, but it will end as yours, because in the end, you gave it a level of devotion and care that is unrivaled. I am so thankful Tudors had you, as an admin, and a wonderful writer - you know much I treasure our plots, whether the lovelorn Charles and Juan, who I will never part from, or the tender relationship between Pip and Sarah - but your characters certainly don't end there. It hurts me too, to let go of Tudors - its spirit isn't gone, neither is a core of supporters and devoted members. But the love and care you put in is only respected and exemplified by a dignified hiatus!

Your pride should be endless, and I will not rest until you love the work you did. Through thick and thin, you never wavered in your efforts to give Tudors its best shot as lasting as a rp - I cannot thank you enough, for making the best rp I've seen in so long, an unforgettable time. But on a personal note - meeting you has brought so much light to my life, and I love you so fucking much. I can lose Tudors, or losing rping - but you ? My tarts are the best thing I've gotten.  I love my corn gf with each baguett-y breath I take - and with that said, I know you've got so much on your plate, and I want you to know, I am here in whatever capacity you need. We're an ocean apart, but I am never, ever, too far from you if you need me.  You are so good and sometimes I think I'm too much of a gremlin for you! You inspire me to be sweeter and great things with a warmer heart. You are talented, caring, loving, sensitive to those around you, and ferocious in your devotion. Thank you Soleen, thank you corn gf, thank you Solo –– Suki

–– Much love, Admin Claw.

[somanddj]

My coming out story.

October 23, 2018 My name is Som. I am an artist in Minnesota and a graphic designer. I am one of four hosts on a podcast called The Anime Summit Podcast. I am one of the founders and members of The Vantablack Art Collective on Discord. In 2006 I fully came out as Bisexual, then later Pansexual. In 2017 I semi-came out, on certain parts of the internet, and to some friends and family, as a Transgender woman. This thing or essay or whatever I am about to type up is that story. I will reference some people but not name names. I am not ready to be 100% out but I have been telling more and more people lately and I feel as though I need to take this step to be closer to my Trans/Non Binary/Non Conforming family in this time of stress and fear.  This is not to say that those in the closet are less valid or deserving of less protection or anything less than those that are out, this is personally for me and only me and to those in the closet still, I hope reading this helps you too. I was assigned male at birth. My earliest memories of Gender dysphoria was seeing Selena on the TV and listening to her music. It was also seeing all of the beautiful women in the movies and anime I saw and watched as kid. In the end of Spring in 2017 I started thinking that I was Gender fluid, that I felt that some days I wanted to be masculine or a man and other days I wanted to be a woman.  The truth is is that throughout my youngest days I was feminine or femme presenting around certain people, and masculine presenting.  So thinking about that and being introduced to the local Queercore scene in 2017, I thought that’s what I was. A friend of mine who is also a transgender woman had a show with her Queercore band.  That’s when I was introduced to the band HIRS, a trans fronted hardcore queercore band.  This is the last epiphany like moment I had before I had the talk with my partner. Now in the end of Spring of 2017, I told my partner, a woman who is cisgender and identifies as queer. She told me that she loved me and asked if I wanted to talk about it more and what I wanted to do. I said “I don't know if I want to talk about it right now.” She replied with, “Then we don't have to talk about it now, we will talk about it when you are ready.”  .. She was so supportive and days later we talked about it. At this point I had to tell my podcast listeners on our Podcast’s Discord. I thought I am being listened to by hundreds of people every week and I need them to know because I wanted my host image to include that. So I told them, and I had all of their support. It took awhile to tell some more people but then I finally worked up enough courage to tell my friend (the one mentioned above who was in the queercore band and had the show with HIRS).  She freaked out and now I felt better. I recently, this past March, went to their last show as a band, again with HIRS.  In between this time I was also featured on the HIRS/Thou split record which was also amazing, and on my recording of my vocals, I told the lead singer of HIRS about my story. She was happy to see me at that show and gave me encouragement as well. Now I feel strong and I finally tell my parents after eating at one of our favorite Taco places. That conversation went well but I don't think they got the nature of what it meant. After that I told my brother and before them I told my cousin who I look at as my brother as well. To this day my family still doesn't grasp what it means for me. A few months ago I had the convo with just my mother again.. She kind of got it but still doesnt I dont think. I came out to my job, which is literally just me, my boss, and our sales admin.  My boss is a 65 something year old white guy and doesn’t understand. They still call me he and him and sir and it pisses me off. I had the convo with them again and told them that I am going to be more femme presenting at work and I want to be comfortable, to which my boss replied “You keep talking about you being comfortable but we all have to be.” As if being transgender somehow makes you fear for your safety or sexuality or something.  To this day I am still a man to them even though I go into work with make up and my leggings and womens tops. I even wear my black dress with my leggings and such. I haven't gone in with full makeup (just eye make up) yet. This is probably also a good time to mention that when I was presenting as a man, I wore black painted nails to work a few times and was told I couldnt by my boss. I came out to more of my Trans/NB acquaintances on the internet. I even got to help a friend of mine with their charity organization, C2C Carepackage Delivery. Please search them up on Insta and Facebook...I got to meet him and it was amazing. Meeting your internet friends is amazing just sayin. He is a Transgender man doing amazing things with this and you should try to help out if you can. Let's cut to now. October 20th, 2018. My 10 year High School Reunion.  A facebook group was created for this event (a group page not an event page).  The venue they were having it costed money so they decided to sell tickets. If enough tickets were sold then it would pay for it, but if not enough were sold then they couldn’t do it and would have to refund the people that had bought them. I had made it clear from the beginning that I wasn't going to go for obvious reasons.  Unfortunately they didn't sell enough tickets so what they did instead was hung out in the cafe/bar of the same venue, but it closed at 9 so then they moved to another bar.  At 9PM I got a call from a classmate and they had told me that everyone was looking for me. I told them that I did not want to go and that I was afraid.  I went to pick up my partner from work and asked her what I should do. My heart was telling me to go and my mind was telling me that I will never get another opportunity like this to come out to this many people at once, let alone all of the people I had as FB friend anyway.  I could do it in person and not on FB and it would be great.  But the rest of me was like NO WAY DON'T DO IT. I get another call from the same classmate and she said that she told people I might come and everyone was excited to see me. Now I was the nerdy goth kid in High School..My High School wasn't cliquey but there were a lot of friend groups/tribes.  I am what some people referred to as a Mod, someone who freely travels between groups and was friends with everyone. I obtained this by getting people to laugh with me and not at me when they made fun of me for whatever reason..I became likeable I guess. I don't talk about it much because it makes me sound egotistical as fuck. Either way, I am being begged to go. So I said fuck it and I put on my make up and my favorite red dress and I go. The overwhelming support was amazing and everyone hugged me and held me tight and said they loved me. Shout out to my partner for having my back on that one. So here we are now. I am semi out. Meaning I am out on Twitter, my Discord, my Instagram, a handful of friends on FB, my work, and my family; even though my work and family dont get it right now.. I wake up to the news a few days ago that the Trump admin sent this memo about some bull shit about defining Gender based on my genitals and physical biological make up. So now I write this. I write this to tell you all.. I am a transgender woman. I am not a man. I don't like to be called him, he, sir, Mr, or anything that refers to someone being a man or masculine presenting. I am a woman just like Selena, Cher, Lady Gaga, my mother, my partner, my aunt, and any of the other powerful cis-women in my family. I am and want to be respected as such. That is not asking for more treatment, that is asking to be respected how I want to be respected. You don't have to like me as a person, but you will respect who I am as a human, and that's a woman. You have to respect Trans men as men because they are just that, men. You have to respect Non binary people because that’s who they are, they are non binary and do not conform nor have a gender or land on the gender binary. If you are a cis man and I call you Mrs or Miss I am sure you would be like “I am a man though.” Well fuck my bad ok I won't call you that then. Literally the same thing. It's literally not hard nor takes any effort to refer to me and see me as a woman. I am not a political stance, I am not a political debate or a topic. I am a transgender person. A transgender woman. I exist. I will not be erased. My humanity will not be denied. I want what everyone wants. A chance to live my best life and work hard and achieve my dreams, just like anyone else. My name is Som. I am a human, an artist, a lover, a gamer, a nerd, a goth, a basketcase, a podcaster, a content creator, a fighting gamer, a painter, a mental illness survivor, a suicide attempt survivor. I am just like you.

[junofms]

while we do not spend a lot of time in the rpt tag (due to the cesspool of negativity it can become), we are very much aware of the discussions that are going on about our group and while we know that we do not owe anyone an explanation or a glimpse into what we have been dealing with, it is important to us that people understand with clarity what has been going on and the sort of things we have been receiving in our inbox.

to be completely clear, we do not focus on rpts because they can be extremely negative and upsetting and a lot of misinformation is spread around. this is not an attack on any rpts, we want to be clear – but we also know that a lot gets missed when there isn’t a clear and open discussion between parties. two rpts have reached out to us, and one spoke to us in a very crass way regarding issues that we had not received any anons about – aside from two faceclaims who we had already been actively looking into and asking for more sources on. we did not know who john carti was and honestly? we still don’t. we asked the anon who approached us stating that he was “a known racist” to provide sources because when you search his name, there is nothing about him – all we could find was information about playboycarti. we have still had the mun swap faceclaims nonetheless. it is also important to note that no one on the admin team played any fcs that were/are racist; all other fcs that were brought to our attention were changed as soon as they could provide replacements (including our gossip npc/s).  

2 out of 3 of the admin team are black and they are the only admins who are speaking through our gossip who is using a black mascot. we in no way condone racism, nor do we take accusations lightly. we immediately look into it and, again, if we cannot find anything ourselves we ask for sources.

any members who have been kicked out were kicked out with very good reason and it is not something we do lightly; it was done for the comfort of the members that we have within our group and those experiences are personal to them so it is not our place to highlight or “politicize” those experiences. whether you choose to believe us or not is up to you, but sharing other people’s personal lives like that is not something we have any interest in doing.

bullying and anonymous harassment is not any way to handle things. without an open and honest conversation, not much is ever solved. we treat everyone who we speak to with respect and we are human beings who deserve respect back. we are not being mean, we are not being rude, and we are not denying anything – we unknowingly made a mistake and we didn’t know about any of the problematic pasts of the fcs that were brought to our attention by a rpt. they are faceclaims we have seen incredibly recently in other groups and we assumed that they were alright; that is our mistake and we own up to that, but we also cannot be expected to know about every social media post every single person has ever made – particularly when no one else had brought it to our attention.

the member of our rp who tweeted about being ignored tweeted it last night, when the admin team was offline and/or taking a step back from admin duties to focus on situations happening irl. this is also a situation we have discussed with this mun previously, and they asked us not to step in as admins to address it. we are here to help make sure things run smoothly and resolve any issues between our members, but it is not fair to expect us to be around 24/7 and insert ourselves into ooc issues that we have not been asked to handle. we, like our members, have busy schedules and lives – this is something we do for fun. if you do not want to join juno, you do not have to. that is completely okay. not every group is for every person, but you do not have to continue to send us hate and negativity. and the fact that someone went all the way to our curiouscat for our gossip because we had turned our anon feature off on tumblr just to harass us is unacceptable.

messages like these are unacceptable. no one on our admin team played a racist fc and before we changed the mascot for gossip, we had an extensive conversation about how we would leave the gossip duties to the poc on the team. please stop harassing us.

unfortunately, we can't see everything, and we work with those who bring up the issues to us. that's the most important thing to note here: we take care of what is brought up to us. we don't scroll through rpts and drudge through the negativity. we work hard to make sure our current members have what they need and we try to maintain and open line of communication but also understand that we are all full time workers/students and we don't have the time to dedicate to an rp all day.

this explanation was important to us for many reasons - for people to understand things from our side, to address the discussions being had that we aren’t involved in, but primarily for our members - as they are our first priority. they deserve an explanation as to why we have been “slacking” according to the rpc; this has been a lot to take on and handle and we are doing our very best. 

to our current members: we're sorry if you feel we're slacking but it can be incredibly disheartening that when we finally have some free time to take care of things we come online and see things like that in our inboxes. we try our best but sometimes protecting our mental health comes before taking care of admin duties. we hope that you understand because each of you are amazing and we have nothing but great experiences when you come into our inbox. we hope that you all still want to stick it out with us, and we are grateful for the time we’ve gotten to write with you. 💚

[fangqueen]

So I’m trying really, really hard not be petty, but...

Apparently someone reported me for “abuse” on a *ahem* particular fanfiction website we all know well because I had a link to my Ko-fi in my end notes on a fic.

Prior to receiving the (surprisingly very harsh) email from an admin informing me of this last night, I hadn’t had any clue whatsoever that that was apparently a BIG “no-no” on that site. I’m of course very sorry that I ever ended up breaking any of the rules, as that was never my intention, and I happily took down the “offending material” as soon as they’d notified me.

However. As I said, I’d never been privy to this particular policy, and I’ve seen other authors doing the same (if you’re one of said authors reading this, I suggest going and taking down your links now, before someone finds out you have them), and..........The email that was sent was, as I also said, surprisingly harsh for a first time offender, such as myself, especially over what was truly an honest mistake. I felt very much like I was being treated like a criminal, when really all I did was post a link to a donation page as a mere suggestion for anyone that wanted to show appreciation for what I do - which is, essentially, working what amounts to a second or even third full time job for no compensation whatsoever. I was never trying to “sell” anything, as they claimed. Nor was I trying to “advertise” myself, as they further claimed. It was simply that: providing a way for readers to show their appreciation for my work, if they so chose. I never expected anyone to actually use it, if I’m being honest, nor do I think I necessarily deserved for them to. It was harmless, really.

But anyway, I’m not actually mad at the admin, nor the site. They were just doing their job, and they have policies they have to uphold, and I totally understand and respect that.

I guess what I’m really saying is......I’m upset that somebody actually took the time to (possibly) read that entire fic, and then when they got to the bottom, where that link was available, they decided it would be a good use of their time to report me for “abuse”, and in turn have an admin email me to tell me in no uncertain terms that all of my works would be deleted from the site if I didn’t resolve the issue in the time frame they desired.

I don’t know. Petty? Perhaps. But it kiiiiiinda makes me not want to do this thing anymore - again, totally for free - if that’s the kind of treatment I’ll get after all my hard work.

(P.S. I’m actually a donor to that site. So. What the fuck. Where I come from, you don’t talk to a donor like that, but okay. I’ll guess we’ll have to wait and see if any donations will be coming from me in the future.)

[maximuswolf]

I was threatened and ridiculed for not conforming to fascism via /r/Anarchism

I was threatened and ridiculed for not conforming to fascism

Was told to post this here a while ago, cross posted in r/tifu

Now this happened a while ago but I just thought to put it on here. Just for a little back ground info, I have never really supported the country I live in, it’s definitely not as great as patriots argue that it is. And with current events there’s certainly nothing to be proud of right now, America is a violent, prejudice ridden country with no respect for peoples human rights. Being in the disabled community, and a woman, I can definitely vouch for my claims.

Now, I’m a cheerleader, and we have to stand in a line during the national anthem with our hand on our hearts, and per the claims I made above, I didn’t. A few minutes later my coach (who I love dearly and respects my opinion 100%) comes up to me and tells me she got some complaints from another teammates mother and father. I told her that it’s none of their business whether I comply with their views or not and that they need to leave me alone and look away. She says she understands and it’s okay. I’m a little heated but I drop it and go cheer and have fun.

After the football game, I get home and my mother gets a Facebook message from my teammates father basically tattling on me for peacefully expressing my views, saying I shocked and offended him as he is a veteran and says I was extremely disrespectful. My mother reminds him that it’s my right as an American to express my views however I see fit and that while she understands she is not obligated to change my opinion nor suppress my 1st amendment right. He agrees and carries on. I then get a message from my mother sending me a link to this mans Facebook post saying that what I did should be considered treason and that I should be punished accordingly and that since I’m not an adult I have no right to express the 1st amendment, and some people in his comments are even suggesting physical violence towards me. I make my own post about people needing to mind their business and respect other people’s views. My teammate then messages me at 1:30 in the morning threatening to fight me and saying she’s coming to my house saying I’m disgusting and that I deserve to die and that the next time she sees me she’s going to hurt me. So I respond by saying that it’s none of her business nor her family’s business how I choose to express my beliefs, and that I have not once bashed their beliefs like they have bashed mine and they need to leave me alone and mind their own business, I’m not causing anyone any harm and if it bothers them so much then they need to stop watching me and that they’re putting in a lot of work for someone they think is disgusting.

I later send the messages to our coach and my teammates father blocks my mother on Facebook. They tried to used the argument that my father is a veteran and that I’m disgracing him, but when told about the situation my father stuck up for me and even agreed that America is embarrassing right now and nothing to be proud of.

The girl was suspended from the team and then called DHS saying my parents were supplying me with drugs and alcohol to try and get my sisters taken from my mom. I was spoken to by a very nice employee from DHS and told him what happened and he understood that she was calling for revenge, and since I could pass a drug test he rendered the case as a false report. Her parents are still making hostile Facebook posts. The girl decided that to try to make some sort of “statement” she was gonna violate her suspension and got herself kicked off the team. And for revenge, she screenshotted a message I sent in a group chat jokingly saying I was gonna beat my friend up, she took it to the admin and I was suspended for “terroristic threatening” even though the person I “threatened” vouched for me.

Should I really be getting so much backlash for peacefully expressing my beliefs at the expense of literally nobody else? The initial incident happened 50 days ago and these people are still bothering me.

TL;DR: I didn’t put my hand on my heart during the national anthem and one of my teammates parents had a cow and their daughter threatened me profusely despite my effort to ignore her. The parents also made a vague Facebook post and said it was treason and I need to be punished accordingly and that since I’m not an adult I cannot exercise my 1st amendment right, and now the community is threatening me with physical violence. The girl made false claims with dhs. Falsely reported me for “terroristic threatening” to the school admin and I was suspended.

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[the-fitsquad]

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1. Based on backpack VR PCs as of July 20, 2017 and power based on processor, graphics and memory. AutoCAD supports a quantity of application programming interfaces (APIs) for customization and automation. The second focuses on the setup of new devices, with enhanced privacy settings on the Learn Much more screen. For instance, if you want to 200 computers in a client-server model and in a peer-to-peer setup, the job is considerably harder in P2P set up. In terms of data recovery, client-server network model is significantly much better. The HP ZBook 14 is in reality the first workstation to be recognized by Intel as an Ultrabook, weighing 1.62 kg and is 21mm thick. Modeling, the new tower portfolio, adding to the Dell Precision T1700 Tiny-Form Aspect and Mini-Tower, contains the Dell Precision T3610 with sophisticated single Intel Xeon CPU overall performance, the Dell Precision T5610, a higher-power dual-socket Intel Xeon processor workstation in a little footprint, and the Dell Precision T7610, the world’s most effective tower workstation.

Moreover, HP’s world’s smallest enterprise-class mini Computer , the HP EliteDesk 800 Desktop Mini, is effective in its crafted design but has immense manageability and strong security, providing a complete remedy for essential company. I can get in touch with this peculiar form of self-hypnosis Narcissus narcosis, a syndrome whereby ‘man remains as unaware of the psychic and social effects of his new technology as a fish out of water it swims in. As a result, this is precisely at the point where a new media-induced environment becomes all pervasive and transmogrifies our sensory balance. Joshua Zerkel, Certified Professional Organizer, assists busy folks save time, space and income by obtaining organized at house and at perform. The Crucial Management Service (KMS) determined that the request timestamp is invalid.

So, while strides are produced every year to make up the difference, NVIDIA GPUs are the much more broadly supported and the larger-performance alternative for GPU rendering proper now. A actual gaming powerhouse wants more graphics power, superb cooling, and a motherboard specifically created to help the greatest gaming hardware. No matter whether your projects require seamless 3D modeling & style, complex composite rendering, advanced computational simulations, or even neural networks & deep learning , BOXX delivers a complete-line of deskside and rackmounted Pc workstations to tackle any size and scope. We can provision all flash, hyper converged appliances at a fraction of the cost of our competitors, as effectively as a broad range of virtualised storage options.

• Sets up workstations for out-stationed workers and maintains network upgrades for non-connected equipment. As a result, no two hotels have specifically the identical front office accounting systems. Searching for versatile classroom laptop desks or computer carrels? Elevated space in SSD will aid you to shop your applications as well as the information files in the SSD itself. Despite being smaller customers will still be able to cram up to 36 processors into this machine. One particular explanation for this is to guarantee that all disabled guests are accounted for in case of an emergency. The functionality of the HP ZBook x2 , the world’s very first detachable workstation,15 increases productivity and allows digital creators and storytellers the freedom to function when and where inspiration strikes.

Making use of automated employee scheduling computer software will save time for employees even though helping them perform harder and far more efficiently. Users will also appreciate its tool-significantly less chassis, which allows simple swapping and upgrading of difficult drives, memory or graphics card – all accessible by snapping open the chassis to access the various parts of the computer. This smacks of racial attitude and racist beliefs that African people have no place, nor deserve respect from White people in America. The Indy workstation brings visual computing to the server planet, enabling you to take full advantage of the sector-top file, database, and supercomputing server energy of Silicon Graphics goods. Also announced today, the Dell Precision M6600 and M4600 mobile workstations are made for users who need raw horsepower, superior design and usability, globe-class scalable functionality and certified-operation.

FREMONT, Calif.-(Organization WIRE)-SGI® (NASDAQ: SGI) right now announced the quick availability of Octane III, the company’s first personal supercomputer. Use HP Functionality Advisor to easily handle workstation settings and drivers to make certain optimal overall performance and stability. The Latitude E6220, E6320, E6420, E6520 and E6420 ATG organization-rugged laptops are designed for the most demanding situations, with tough-wearing MIL-STD tested Tri-Metal casing and extremely durable displays. OSHA’s inspection found that the equipment the company provided the workers was in poor repair. OSHA has also created a new Internet web page targeting the troubles surrounding communication tower perform. What about storage in what the HP calls ‘the world’s most potent workstation?’ There is area for 48TB of storage.

We have the greatest, most fashionable and most comfortable pc desks and workstations all offered at amazing low prices. Designed for CAD and other high-functionality applications, the new HP Workstation pushes power into a tiny type aspect. Autodesk 2D and 3D CAD software program is employed by engineering disciplines across all industries. The Computer software Licensing Service reported that the license property is invalid. This mobile workstation has the power required for everyone’s demands. Even though some of the personnel perform at jobs requiring physical labor, most of the workers operate at assigned workstations (desks) where they appear at numbers and figures via a pc screen. Desktop PCs can also run office productivity software program like databases, spreadsheets, word processors and Internet applications with ease.

Dludla, who mentioned he supported the views of the governing African National Congress (ANC) party, to which Mandela belongs to spoke with pride about becoming employed as a economic adviser straight out of college. Some modern day rendering programs take advantage of the GPU at instances but that does hold not correct for majority of the applications. AMAX GPU workstations are powered by the most current NVIDIA technologies, like the groundbreaking new NVIDIA® Pascal P100 GPU architecture. You will see here now discover low costs or even cost-free shipping on a range of mobile laptop desks, flat panel personal computer desks, recessed monitor personal computer desks and school personal computer workstations. • The front office ledger is the collection of front workplace account folios, which typically include guest ledgers (i.e. charges and payments of all guests staying at the hotel).

When we attempt to test input message (request XML) using service operation tester we faced beneath error. Although these GPUs feature almost identical silicon to their customer counterparts they differentiate themselves through their drivers – and the help that users get when making use of them. The HP Z4 Workstation gives new levels of IO bandwidth with dual 1GbE networking and dual M.two slots for HP Z Turbo Drive PCIe SSDs regular, and the capacity to upgrade the front USB to contain two USB three.1 G2 Variety C ports. Desktop Computer overall performance is increasing in importance as personal computer customers consume and otherwise use a lot more and much more multimedia – a blend of text, audio, pictures, animation and video – and other rich-content material files in regions as diverse as organization, marketing, art, education, entertainment, engineering, medicine, mathematics and science.

The video card you pick when purchasing a laptop is the 1 you will have in location for the whole life of the device. Going with a pro card is a smoother experience and certainly far more pricey, not since of hardware superiority, but just how the market’s structured. Peripheral gear such as network and memory boards as well as a substantial application base are readily accessible from numerous sources. No matter whether you have a cheap gaming desktop or a $ten,000 gaming rig capable of powering the matrix, you want to have desk space to preserve it in a secure location and showcase it correctly. Seamless integration with Inventor 3D CAD software and SolidWorks gives an intuitive user expertise. Spot frequently utilised things, such as keyboards and pointing devices exactly where you can reach them simply.

This software is no longer advised simply because development does not remain present with the support of new application versions that it is users face each day like Quark Xpress 7. Acquiring a higher core count workstation for AutoCAD will simply be a waste of cash. The Client IV-based SINA Workstation E’s computer software-primarily based cryptographyproves to be significantly much more potent than the initial generation AMN consumers. They do not like to have the setup approach for MS Office run for each and every new user on a workstation. Files not printed or saved to a diskette or USB device by the end of your allotted time will be irrevocably lost. A server is a personal computer that provides solutions or data to other computers, recognized as clients. When he was older, and going to Secondary college, I replaced the free of charge standing personal computer workstation with a constructed in desk stretching the complete length of the bedroom to give my son ample of study space and later (as his book collection increased) I added a wall-to-wall built-in bookcase on the other side of the bedroom constructing it from recycled contiboard.

This distinct HP Z Workstation provides a good compromise if the Z8 appears a tiny bit overkill. We describe interaction techniques and applications illustrating how actuated desktop workstations can enhance ergonomics, foster collaboration, leverage context and reinforce physicality. Workstation systems, as with all workplace and organization furniture, need to consist of elements that can be reconfigured and reused without having requiring numerous trades to disconnect and reconnect solutions. A security and wellness strategy primarily based on a job hazard analysis need to be created by the employer and followed for every tower climb exactly where workers are assigned tasks. The desk’s surface is exactly where you are going to find a handle panel for adjusting the height of the standing platform once you get it set to the height you want, you can save that setting and effortlessly adjust among the seated and standing positions.

Software program glitches, hardware failures, user errors and hacking attacks are some of the variables that can impact your laptop network in an adverse way. HP ZBook x2 supports 4,096 levels of pressure sensitivity, and gives new tilt help that further refines the Windows 10 Ink knowledge. For a lot more information on our fine workplace workstation goods, as properly as our other new and employed office furniture and solutions, contact or e-mail NFL Officeworks these days. We’ve got computer and office desks that are adjustable so that you can work standing up, if you choose. An error was detected in the Volume Shadow Copy Service (VSS). A) Guest accounts describe all charges and payments of guests who are already registered at the hotel. With hundreds of sensible personal computer desks and pc workstations, you happen to be in a position to improve your functioning efficiency and comfort for each oneself and your personnel!

The IO operation at logical block address %2 for Disk %three (PDO name: %four) failed due to a hardware error. Hyperthreading at a decrease pricepoint – Most of the positive aspects of Xeon processors come to customers in a higher price range, but not this one particular. The function Microsoft is carrying out to Windows ten with WCOS will support move Windows into the twenty-very first century, exactly where devices of all shapes, sizes and power capabilities are becoming introduced all the time. Produce enormous VMs with up to 16 vCPUs, 8 TB virtual disks, and 64 GB of memory to run the most demanding desktop and server applications in a virtualized environment. Even so, you nevertheless have the choice to run dual Xeon processors if you so decide on and a Quadro P100 GPU. This can be a considerable benefit for workstations that retailer thousands of files in Workplace or send e-mail files as attachments.

Nevertheless, given the relatively low cost of RAM – and the truth that most customers tend to have much more than just AutoCAD operating on their system – we feel that 16GB is a excellent beginning point. As such, those who want a workstation that is strong with tiny recognized bugs need to opt for an Intel based workstation although these who never thoughts often updating their technique and potentially living with some bugs until they are resolved can get a lot of functionality at a significantly better pricepoint. Organizations with no access to Windows 10 Enterprise can use Windows 10 Pro, which includes a lot of of the vital foundational technologies for PAWs, like Trusted Boot, BitLocker, and Remote Desktop. Constructed with durable functions such as metal frames, powder-coat finishes and laminate or tempered-glass tops, commercial-grade desks withstand frequent activity for lengthy-lasting use.

The smartphone is a type of everyman’s” computational device, much far better fitted for the types of basic, everyday informational tasks that facilitate daily life and occupy our free time, outside of the workplace or college. Let us hope, for the sake of the American poor, that this time pressing that button functions: that at long final the progressive message on wage growth and earnings distribution gets through to the American electorate on a scale sufficient to return power to more compassionate legislators than these at present controlling the Property. In conjunction with SIGGRAPH 2013 in Anaheim, CA, HP introduced new specialist monitors that carry the identical Z-series branding as their workstations. If you want to be able to supply excellent production across a number of projects then you need to have maximum cores at fairly great to extremely very good cpu Ghz and lots of room for GPU cards.

Produce a space that makes it possible for you to thrive with our office furniture sets. The Z4 is a bit weaker nevertheless, housing only a single Intel Xeon W CPU, 256GB of RAM, as properly as dual 1GbE ports and dual M.two slots. All MAINGEAR systems are hand constructed and supported in the US. As an Elite member of reseller rating with a score of 9.9 out of 10 and rated A+ by the Greater Business Bureau, MAINGEAR service and support continues to be recognized with excellence in client satisfaction. Easy Design -Practical workstation for either the home study or workplace working. Room status discrepancies must be resolved in a timely manner considering that imbalances can lead to lost enterprise and result in confusion in the front office.

Account information and other sensitive data is typically stored on workstation computer systems data thieves are effectively aware of this. The term credit control refers to the numerous measures taken by the hotel to guarantee that the guest settle their account in full either themselves or someone else on their behalf which might be a credit card company, airline company, corporate office, a travel agent or personwithin a specified period of time. The specified important service provider can not be opened by the DNS server. It really is 1 of the initial laptops that has sufficient general functionality to be declared VR Ready.” That begins with a powerhouse 8GB Nvidia GTX 1070 GPU. Money handle is crucial from the point of view of hotel as credit sales are typically discouraged.

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