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THEME: Anime

This week’s recommendations are all anime-inspired games! From Parasite to JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, to Mew Mew Power, these games give you awesome powers, emotional turmoil, and the bonds of friendship!

Over Arms, by Rookie Jet Studio.

Over Arms is a rules-light tabletop pen-and-paper role-playing game designed to replicate media like JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Persona, FATE, Shaman King and more. Over Arms is set in a world where select people are able to develop an "Anima", a powerful psychic manifestation of their own psyche and will. These "Anima" are able to  assist their "User" in a myriad of ways in and out of combat based on the strengths of their individually unique abilities. In Over Arms players can expect to weave stories of mystery and intrigue as they discover this new world around them and within.  

Over Arms provides players with loosely structured play in order to help the table navigate different parts of the narrative, including investigation, combat and a Conclusion phase. Players will also control their Anima alongside their player character, with separate abilities and actions only available for the Anima. Character creation includes dice allocation to stats and character classes called Anima Type. An additional piece that you can include is called “The Mirage”, designed for a dungeon-crawling style of game, where you can fight strange and powerful foes. The fact that the Mirage is optional means that this ttrpg has a modular feel that allows you to determine exactly how you want to play.

If you want to check out this game before putting your money down, you can take a look at the Quickstart rules!

My Friends Are My Strength, by Peizur.

My Friends Are My Strength is a PbtA RPG where players use powers to overcome threats thrown at them, form meaningful bonds that serve as the foundation of their strength, and try to achieve a goal that means more to them than life itself.

If you like the idea of solving your problem with the power of friendship, this is the game for you. Rather than giving you pre-arranged playbooks, My Friends Are My Strength gives you the pieces and asks you to create a custom playbook for the character that you want to play. One of my favourite elements is a character element called Plot Armour. Your Protagonist gets 3 uses of Plot Armour, which allows you to turn any roll into a 12+ after the fact. Use up all of your Plot Armour? The Director is now able to end your storyline. It’s a powerful ability, so use it wisely!

There looks to be a Kickstarter in the works for this game, but for now, the Itch.io page for this game is Pay-What-You-Want.

Never Knows Best, by Fraser Simons (Samjoko Publishing).

Never Knows Best is inspired by an anime called FLCL (Fooly Cooly) and wears this influence on its sleeve. This game and its rules focus on my own interpretation of the source material, rather than attempting to emulate the anime as closely as possible.

Never Knows Best (NKB) is a roleplaying game about middle school kids facing impending adulthood, growing up, and society’s­—sometimes nonsensical—expectations and obligations. It’s designed for three-five players plus a game master (GM) who facilitates the game.

While this game is still technically in ashcan edition, it certainly doesn’t look like it. The playbooks immediately communicate the emotions sitting inside each archetype, and the rulebook is just over 50 pages long. The core concept of this game is that your children have the ability to transform into robots that reflect their unique personalities and skills, which enable them in fighting monsters that represent society’s obligations. There is also still room for the table to define exactly what they’re fighting against, and how their counter-culture manifests. The rules are Powered by the Apocalypse, which I think makes so much sense considering the heavily emotional themes of this book. If you’re interested in stories about pre-teens grappling with an adult world that expects them to simply fit in, paired with giant metaphorical action scenes, this game is definitely worth checking out.

This World Summons Too Many Heroes!, by Nick Duff.

This World Summons Too Many Heroes!! is a tabletop rpg about regular people being pulled into a fantasy world to become heroes, demon lords, goblins, talking swords, or any kind of adventurer you could think of! Go on an isekai adventure in the Kingdoms of Ceria, where summoning scrolls have been scattered across the countryside and people are recklessly using them to steal people from other worlds and bring them into this one with new powers gifted to them by a goddess of reincarnation.

Built on LUMEN, this game’s main focus in power-fantasy combat, with unique abilities for each class and a modular weapon-building system that allows you to create the anime protagonist of your dreams. Your party also has a clearly defined quest - collecting summoning scrolls - that fills in the awkward part of trying to sort out what it is you actually want to do in this game, while also giving you the ability to play each session like the episode of an anime, with each summoning scroll potentially being related to a unique villain or NPC. If you love fantastical anime, you should take a look at this game.

Empty Cycle, by Rookie Jet Studio.

EMPTY CYCLE focuses on the mental and existential issues of being a teenager and growing to maturity in a boring town where there is nothing to do. EMPTY CYCLE draws heavily upon the melancholy and existential crises we face as teenagers in such a place and uses these focal points of loneliness, uncertainty, and sadness in order to craft a meaningful and action-packed journey.

Suddenly, everything changes when otherworldly beings known as "Parasites" arrive on earth and begin to affix themselves to our protagonists in order to survive. Parasites are humanoid, planet-hopping alien beings that are able to take on a new human form based on their hosts Complex, Emotions and Desires, often using an attractive appearance to persuade and influence their hosts for a mutual gain between the two life forms.

Another game by Rookie Jet Studio, Empty Cycle also gives your characters unique and fantastic powers, but places the game in a much more terrifying setting. The stakes are big, and the monsters bigger. I can see a character being forced to grapple with changes in their bodies that they might appreciate and despise at the same time.

Mew Mew Magic, by Alice V.

Mew Mew Magic is a collaborative storytelling game for 2-6 people using the No Dice, No Masters system. It is a game about young magical heroes who have to worry about school, saving the day, and their magical destinies. Inspired by shows like Sailor Moon, Tokyo Mew Mew, Winx, and Pretty Cure.

Speak directly to the young child watching Saturday morning cartoons with this game. If I remember correctly, No Dice No Masters is another term for the Belonging Outside Belonging system, by Avery Alder. This means that this game is designed to be played without dice, but also as the option to play without a GM. This means that the setting elements of the world are co-designed and co-directed by the group, rather than sitting solely on the shoulders of one person. I love the colour-themed playbooks in this game, it vividly reminds me of Tokyo Mew Mew and other similar Magical-girl themed shows I watched in my youth.

If you're interested in more Magical Girl-themed games, you can also take a look at my Magical Girl ttrpg recommendation post!

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hypothetical anon back again! sorry it’s been so long, i didn’t realize how hard these were to come up with

so, hypothetically, what do you think would have happened if jet actually met iroh and found out that, yes, this is to help aang learn firebending? do you think he would have begrudgingly accepted cause aang’s the avatar or...?

(also, the chapters have been absolutely awesome!!!!!!!)

HIIIII HYPOTHETICAL ANON I MISSED YOU!!!

I’ve been getting a lot of Jet asks lately & I LOVE IT

Soooooo… I think it could go a few different ways between Jet & Iroh. But no matter how much anger and hostility Jet threw Iroh’s way because of his trauma,, I think iroh would see through it just like he did with Zuko.

It might have been more difficult for iroh to be around Jet than Jet around iroh, because Jet would remind him of Zuko (which would be really painful)

But I do think Jet would begrudgingly accept that iroh and his people were there to help and Aang can’t defeat the Fire Lord without learning fire bending.

He wouldn’t have been thrilled with the situation and he would have probably been a pain in the ass, but I don’t think he would be quite as outspoken and angry as he is with his current situation.

I’d also like to think Iroh would be a good influence on him and his patience would have benefitted Jet.

Too bad he didn’t go & now he has to deal with Zuko (& Sokka hahaha)

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Screw Feelings

Chapter 2

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Warning coarse language and some sexual references

Marinette loved Adrien Agreste. She really did but it took a near death experience that wasn’t caused by an akuma to realise she wasn’t happy. And because the universe hated her of cause Adrien had decided that’s when he was going to ask her to marry him.

Paris had been holding their breath waiting for their favourite sweethearts of the fashioned world to announce their engagement. They’d watched an eighteen-year-old Marinette hold Adrien’s hand through all the uncomfortable interviews and press conferences after the discovery that Shadowmoth was his father. She’d been his strength in the darkest part of his life. So, no one especially Adrien had expected her to break up with him and leave the country indefinitely.

Marinette hated herself for hurting him but she needed to find herself. For some reason that she still wasn’t sure of, Gotham was where she was meant to be. By shear luck Chloe’s father had given his daughter a list of hotels she could buy as her twenty-first birthday present and number seven on the list was in Gotham. To seal the deal, it came with an exclusive night club called Lady Luck.

Marinette felt a weight lift of her shoulders when she’d stepped off Chloe’s privet jet. Gotham was gloomy, dark and cold but it was a new beginning after years of emotional turmoil from Shadowmoth’s reign. Paris held to many painful memories, and they had started to cast a dark shadow over Marinette’s soul.

This city didn’t need her like Paris had. It came with its own hero’s or vigilantes as they liked to be called. So, for once Marinette could just be Marinette and MDC. Oh sweety, if only it was that easy. There’s a saying, ‘once a hero always a hero’ as Marinette found out that morning in the coffee shop. And, Gotham was about to have a new sweetheart for one of its very own.

Paris wasn’t going to be happy.

“Who’s the guy?”

“Excuse me? Where’s the ‘hi, how are you Marinette?” Marinette grumbled as she walked out of the lift. Tikki flew out of her jacket and into the kitchen as she put her helmet and keys on the hallway table before turning to look at her friend. “Don’t you have a hotel to run or something?”

Chloe stood at the entrance to the lush very over the top penthouse with her hands on her hips. “Don’t you play cute with me DC. What the hell happened?”

“Ok Bee, it’s been an interesting morning and I’m not in the mood for guessing games, what are you talking about?”

Chloe pinched the bridge of her nose. “Don’t think I didn’t hear that arseholes demands before you hung up on me. You didn’t call me back. I was worried.” She snapped throwing her hands into the air then resting them back on her hips as she stomped her healed foot.

Classic Chloe move Marinette thought, deflating with guilt. It was just like the heiress to lash out rather than show her softer side. “Shit, sorry Bee. I’m ok, I just got a bit distracted after.” Wellp she wasn’t lying. Hot book guy was still on her mind, and she was more than a bit curious to see if he would turn up tonight. She didn’t even know his name but maybe that was part of the fun. She really didn’t have to be as responsible here and that was the whole point.

“Yeah, I saw that.” Chloe was watching her friend closely. She knew her better than her credit card details and that was saying something. Marinette was distracted and not by the armed man.

“Well can you blame me? Hang on back up, what do you mean you saw?” Marinette was completely confused. How the hell had Chloe known about her encounter with the hottie?

“You didn’t call me back.” Chloe crossed her arms and pouted her red lips.

“What’s that got to do with anything? What aren’t you telling me?” Marinette narrowed her eyes at Chloe. She had a feeling she knew what she was about to say, and she didn’t know how she felt about it.

“I called Max. He traced you to the coffee shop and hacked into all the cameras in the area. Turns out for a small coffee shop they have surprisingly good cameras.” Chloe answered studying her nails refusing to meet Marinette’s eyes.

Yep, she really shouldn’t have expected anything less. Her friends were crazy. “Oh. My. God Chloe. You can’t just go and do that. We’re not in Paris anymore. This isn’t our city.”

“I didn’t. Max did, and besides we’ve told you, we’re not going to lose you as much as it seems you have a death wish.” She shrugged like it was nothing. “So, who’s the guy and why did you tell him where you’d be tonight?”

“How did you even know what I said to him?”

“Max can lip read and I wanted to know what he said that made you blush.”

“Yep, how could I forget. Is normal really too much to ask for.” Marinette groaned and shook her head, walked over to the couch and flopped down. She loved her friends who were more like family at this point. They had all been through so much, very few people would ever understand. So, it wasn’t a surprise that Chloe would be overprotective, but this was some next level crazy shit, and she didn’t know how to process it right now.

“Well maybe you should think about that before you go throwing armed men around.” Chloe sat down next to her and raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow.

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t even think about it, was like I was on auto piolet or something. I thought getting out of Paris would maybe, I don’t know anymore. I just want to forget everything Bee and be normal.” Marinette hugged a fluffy cushion and sighed.

Chloe’s eyes softened, and she reached for Marinette’s hand. “I’m sorry, I guess we got a bit carried away.”

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66 notes • Posted 2021-10-10 03:26:31 GMT

#4

Screw Feelings

Chapter 3

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so its all under the cut, second line in Jason swears so keeping it safe for the kiddos out there

This is the second chapter I've posted today. This is more than likely to never happen again sorry. It's only that I didn't know where to stop the chapter then it got way to big so I made it two.

I'm hoping to be able to post a chapter each week.

Warning coarse language and sexual references

Jason’s life had been anything but normal. From his tragic childhood to life doing a complete 180 on him and Bruce fuckin’ Wayne taking him in. One day he was living on the streets fending for himself, the next day he was living in a fuckin’ Manor with a butler. Alfred was more like family and Jason was happy to admit he was his favourite.

He should have known it was too good to be true and then he died.

Then in a big fuck you, he wasn’t.

It was all kinda’ a blur until Talia that bitch threw him into the Lazarus pit. So, he wasn’t a zombie anymore instead he was fuelled with pit madness that filled him with so much rage that it drove him to blindly kill.

Trained for years in the best and most effective ways to kill by some of the world’s assassins any hope of a normal life was long forgotten. It was a road paved in blood and littered with bodies that led him back to Gotham where he would become the Red Hood. When he returned the only thing he wanted was revenge. On the Bat. On the Joker. On anyone taking advantage of woman and kids and anyone foolish enough to cross him.

It took a long time for his family to finally break threw to him and even longer for him to entertain the idea he deserved any type of happiness. To be honest he still didn’t really believe he did. He knew it made others happy to see him doing better and so he was trying he really was. He’d stepped back from the whole crime lord gig and took a day job at WE. Head of security by day and vigilante at night.

His twisted past was the reason he’d never really given a normal relationship a chance. That’s not to say there hadn’t been plenty of woman in his life he just never gave them any reason to stay.

So why did this one make him forget, well everything. He didn’t even know her name. Maybe he had finally lost it. After all he’d only talked to her for like five minutes at the most.

Yep, definitely crazy.

Jason didn’t hold back. He told Dick how he really felt. About not deserving happiness, about not being worthy to be loved. How this woman who he’d just met seemed to warm him from the inside out when she smiled at him. For the first time he really wanted to know someone and not just sleep with them.

Dick seemed genuinely happy for him. Jason could swear he saw tears in his older brother’s eyes. Fucken sap. So, Dick promised that he’d cover for him if Pixie turned up. Then Jason had to endure a heartfelt lecture about how the past shouldn’t shape his future. That he’d changed and was trying to make amends for all his mistakes. He went on and on until Jason had to tell him to shut the fuck up. Jason was holding back tears, but he would rather die, again than admit that.

When they got to Lady Luck the informant ended up being one of the girls behind the bar. She had overheard several conversations by different gang members at another bar she worked at. It was easy to keep eyes on Dick and his monstrosity of a shirt. Jason was going to have to thank Steph later.

Jason tried to keep his focus on Dick, but it was very hard knowing that Pixie might be somewhere in the crowed. His eyes travelled over the bodies moving around on the dance floor. The DJ was on a raised stage with a large screen behind him. The dancing bodies all seemed to rise and fall together like liquid reacting to the heavy beat. Lights flashed over the dancers making it hard to tell where one body began and another ended.

The club definitely had appeal compared to some of the trashier ones he’d visited in the past. The bar was illuminated with red light and on a higher level to the dance floor making it a good vantage point to watch the lower level. On the same level as the dance floor, red velvet lounges lined the wall filled with people at different stages of intoxication.

Stairs on either side of the bar led up to the VIP section that was located on a mezzanine level behind the bar. It had a clear view of the whole club. The sides of the VIP level had soft white curtains that hung from the ceiling giving it some privacy. The red light cast a pink hue over the curtains and the cloud like pendent lights that decorated the ceiling. Jason thought without the red tinge it probably looked almost heavenly. There was a small group in the VIP section and Jason wondered if Pixie might be up there.

He downed his third drink and placed the empty glass on the bar as Dick sat down next to him. “You good?” He gave Dick his full attention.

“Yep. We should have everything we need to finish this.” Dick grabbed the bartender’s attention and ordered a drink. “So have you seen her yet?”

“Nar, haven’t really looked. Was kinda busy makin’ sure you didn’t get yourself into trouble.”

Dick snorted and took a sip of his drink. “Isn’t that more your style Jaybird?”

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83 notes • Posted 2021-10-10 06:20:51 GMT

#3

Jokes on You

Part 2 of To Flirt with a Hood

This isn't a meet cute Monday more like a meet cute psycho Monday

Marinette meets someone she despises. So basically the opposite to a meet cute. Still plenty of Jasonette!!

Warning: explicit language, blood and maybe gore?

Trigger warning : crowbars

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Pain was the first thing Marinette was aware of. Her head was throbbing, and every breath she took hurt. She struggled to open her eyes. After a few attempts she managed to lift her head and look around. It looked like she was in a dark warehouse filled with boxes. The only light hung directly above, casting a yellow glow over her.

Marinette knew she was in trouble. She’d chosen to leave Tikki in her room for the night. At the time it wasn’t a stupid idea, she hadn’t planned on leaving the house. Tikki hadn’t agreed with her and now she could see why.

That’s Gotham for you. One minute you were at a party flirting with a vigilante and the next you’re tied to a chair in a god damn warehouse. She wasn’t stupid, she knew Roy was Arsenal and heroes or vigilantes as they liked to be called normally hung around other vigilantes. So, it only made sense that the fake Red Hood was actually the real one.

It was obvious to her that Roy was trying to set them up. She’d stupidly confessed who her favourite vigilante was after a few drinks. When he asked why she gave a lengthy talk on how he was the most complex of the bat family and why, adding at the end how sexy she thought he was. It had even been Roy’s idea for her to dress as Red Hood for Halloween.

She looked down at the bindings holding her wrists to the wooden chair. The rope bit into her skin as she tried to twist her wrists and it wasn’t long before blood started to seep out of her raw skin. Her boots and guns were gone as well as the knife that had been strapped to her ankle and the one hidden under her jacket strapped to her forearm.

“Oh goody you’re awake.” The Joker sing songed, jumping around infront of her. “I hope you’re ready to play girly.”

He didn’t waste any time to show her just what he meant. Twirling a crowbar around he swung it at her side. It connected with her ribs and Marinette heard her bones crack as she cried out in pain.

“Oooo, I love it when they sing for me. Now smile for the camera so Batsy can see how much fun you’re having.” He roughly grabbed her face and pointed to a laptop set up on a pile of boxes. “Those pesky Bats shouldn’t leave their toys out for others to find. You just never know who will take them.”

Marinette was in too much pain to play along with his games. She yanked her face out of his hands instantly regretting it as pain shot through her head.

“Well now, that’s just rude.” He said, slapping her hard across the face with his gloved hand.

“Go to hell you delusional freak.” Marinette growled. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, and she felt her anger overtaking her fear.

He leant forward and tilted her chin up with the crowbar. While he was so close, she took the opportunity to spit the blood pooling in her mouth into his face. The Joker cursed and stumbled backwards as he wiped the blood out of his eyes.

“That… That was very unlady like. Have the Bats taught you no manners at all?” He’d pulled a white handkerchief from his jacket and wiped the remaining blood from his eyes.

“I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t know any Bats.” Marinette said bluntly.

“Lies won’t save you. I saw you with the Red Bat girly. Nice outfit by the way.” He ran the crowbar over her face then down her body.

“You’re wasting your time on me, I don’t mean anything to them.” She wasn’t lying, The Red Hood was the first one she’d met since moving to Gotham but how do you convince a homicidal clown.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure on that. I think Hood looked awfully smitten with you.” He turned to the camera. “Batsy, I wonder if you’ll be on time to save this little birdy or will she earn her wings like your second robin. Times a ticking.” He swung the crowbar at her other side, catching her off guard. She cried out as pain exploded down her side. The force of it would have knocked the chair to the ground if he hadn’t grabbed it.

“You sing like an angel, but the question is will you fly like one too. Tick tock, Tick tock, Bats.”

Growing up in Paris Marinette had to learn how to control her feelings due to the villain Shadowmoth that terrorized Paris. Later when he’d been defeated, Tikki and Plagg taught her how to focus on a singular emotion and harness its power. As the Guardian it was important she could handle any situation even without the kwami. Who would have thought that meant crazy arse clowns.

The Joker seemed momentarily distracted. This might be the only opportunity she has. Marinette let the anger surged through her, helping her to ignore the excruciating pain she was in. Taking a deep breath, she pulled one of her hands free tearing the skin in the process. Blood dripped out of her torn wrist but that would have to be a problem for later. Right now, she had a crazy clown to deal with.

Marinette focused on her anger and tried to block out the pain as she leaned the chair back onto its hind legs. Letting it fall forwards she used the momentum to flip her body still tied to the chair into the air, landing on her freed hand. The pain pushed at the edges of her rage, but she ignored it and crashed her body into the Joker. The chair broke apart as they collided and fell to the ground.

She rolled off the Joker and sprang to her feet. He recovered quickly and she had to jumped out of the way as he swung the crowbar awfully close to her face. Flipping backwards, her hands hit the floor and she grabbed a piece of broken chair. Coming out of the backflip she brought the piece of wood up to deflect another blow from the Joker, who truly looked homicidal now.

“This isn’t how you play the game.” He swung the crowbar again but this time she was ready.

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132 notes • Posted 2021-11-08 01:28:52 GMT

#2

To Flirt with a Hood

My first meet cute Monday.

Its Halloween themed with a twist

Warning some explicit language

Cute Jasonette under the cut with twist at the end

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Halloween, what a joke. This was Gotham after all and nine times out of ten there was some fucked up rogue playin dress ups trying to ruin everybody’s day. Like the crims in the city needed another excuse to fuck shit up. Halloween seemed to bring nothing but trouble for the vigilantes in the city. If that wasn’t bad enough the Joker had been on the lose for a week and there had been no word on the street. Red hood was on edge. No sightings of the clown were unnerving and being that it was Halloween he had a bad feeling about tonight.

So why the hell had he left patrol to drop into a stupid Halloween party. Roy that’s why. The dickhead had told him it was an emergency and Jason was dumb enough to believe him. He’d met Roy in front of some fancy house. Roy looked ridiculous dressed as cupid with his fucken bow strapped to his back.

“The fucks wrong with you? You said it was an emergency. If the bat finds out I’ve taken a detour, I’ll never here the end of it.” Jason snapped pushing his drunken friend’s shoulder.

“Hey watch it arsehole. I’m doin you a favour. Five minutes inside and you can leave I promise.” Roy grabs his arm and tries to pull Jason who’s in his full Red Hood suit, guns and all towards the door.

“Doing me a favour? I fucken doubt it Cupid. Unless you got the Joker in there, I don’t know why I’m letting you waste my time.” Jason pulls his arm back and crosses them over his chest.

“Not the Joker but I’ll put money on it that you won’t regret stoppin by.” Roy smiles at him looking something like a cat who just brought its owner a bird.

“50 says I will dipshit, but sure lead the way. I’ll happily take your money.” Jason motions with his arm towards the door.

“Lose the helmet. Its Halloween nobody’s going to think twice about your costume.” Roy taps Jason’s helmet then jumps back trying to avoid Jason’s hand from hitting him.

“You’re pushing it Harper.” Jason growls out before taking his helmet off leaving only his domino mask covering his eyes.

Jason follows Roy into the crowded house. Some guy high fives him as he complements him on his Red Hood costume and Jason snickers. He can see people dressed in the usual costumes. A batman a few robins, batgirl, superman, catwoman, vampires, mommies most not very creative. He can’t think of one reason why Roy would drag him in here. Even drunk Roy knows how Jason gets when the Jokers not locked up.

Roy stops and points towards the kitchen. Jason scans the people around the kitchen island taking tequila shots, not sure what he’s meant to be looking for.

“Shorts and combat boots twelve o’clock.” Roy adds.

He spots a short woman with her back to them who looks to be dressed in a tomb raider costume. Sure, from here Jason can tell she has a good body and her arse looks amazing in those shot shorts, but it’s not until Roy yells something out to her and she turns around that Jason understands.

Not a tomb raider costume, no she’s dressed as a sexy as fuck female version of him. The Red Hood him. Roy grabs his arm, and this time Jason doesn’t stop him from dragging him across the room to the little minx with his bat sign on her perky chest.

The details in the costume although different from his no way he’d be caught dead in those shorts is amazing. Her jacket looks identical to his but in her size. Embroidered on her tight black top his bat sign with every point accurate people normally get it wrong. The domino mask across her eyes and cheek bones has been cleverly done with black makeup making her gorgeous blue eyes stand out even more.

“Hey Cupid, where did you find your Red Hood?” The female Red Hood asks with a cute French accent, blessing them with her beautiful smile. “Are you trying to out Hood me?”

“First off I’m not his, beautiful. Second, nobody could out Hood you in those shorts, Pixie Hood, not even the real Red Hood.” Jason smiles as he runs his eyes over her making no effort to hide the fact he’s checking her out.

“Smooth, nice costume Casanova Hood. If it wasn’t Halloween, I’d almost mistake you for the real thing.” She walked around him with her arms crossed blatantly taking her turn to check him out.

“Really and what gave me away?” He asked watching her adorable face size him up.

“Easy. The real Red Hood wouldn’t be stupid enough to go to a fancy-dress party dressed as himself. I’ve heard he’s cocky but that’s taking it to a whole new level.”

Roy, standing next to him bursts out laughing. “I don’t know Mars, this guy’s pretty cocky but he’s all show, no bite.” He says throwing his arm over the small woman’s shoulder while eyeing Jason with a smug look on his face.

“No bite huh? Those guns look awfully real to me.” She reaches out to touch one of the guns strapped to his thigh.

Jason gently grabs her hand before it touches his gun. “Can I at least get your name before you touch the hardware Pixie?” Still holding her hand in his he can’t help but smile warmly at her when she giggles. The sound is adorable and right then and there he knows he needs to get her number. He hates to admit defeat so soon, but he owns Roy $50.

“Hmmm I don’t know, secret identities and all.” She looks up at him through her long lashes, taking her hand back and crossing her arms.

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149 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 22:06:00 GMT

#1

Screw Feelings

Chapter 1

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This is my first Maribat fic. As much as I love the love square, I tripped and stumbled into this fandom and can’t help but love it. This is salt free. I live for sugar and spice. 

Warning coarse language and some sexual references. You can’t change my mind that Jason Todd swears. 

This was not how Marinette wanted to start her day. Two weeks. Only two darn weeks she’d been living in Gotham and here she was stuck in an arsed-up attempt to rob a coffee shop. Why would anyone even bother to rob this place. The only answer she could think of, ‘it’s Gotham so why not’.

Nothing is sacred in Gotham, not even a god damn coffee shop.

Marinette was done. Done with Paris. Done with her old life. Done with being Ladybug. Done with her perfect relationship with Adrien Agreste even though he was amazing and loved her unconditionally. She wanted to be done with being the Guardian of 19 small gods but that wasn’t an option. So here she was after packing her life up, in a coffee shop with a gun against her head.

Let’s back it up though because before this asshole decided to ruin a perfectly nice day, Marinette was totally eyeing a fine piece of man candy. She was definitely not making a list of all the nasty things she’d like to do to him. As much as she didn’t want a relationship hence breaking up with Mr perfect super model, she still had hormones and eyes.

After parking her motorbike outside the coffee shop, Marinette took off her helmet and gloves then pulled her dark hair out of her jacket. She shook her head a few times and her long locks fell down her back. Still straddling the bike she’d quickly replied to Alya’s text then swung her leg over the bike. She unzipped her favoured red leather jacket and adjusted her Jagged Stone t-shirt underneath.

Tikki was asleep in one of the pockets Marinette had specially made for her and the young Guardian tried not to interrupt the tiny god as she put her phone, gloves and keys in her other pockets. Marinette’s love of bikes had come from her nonna, and it was the first thing she’d brought when she landed in the states.

Money wasn’t a problem for the twenty-year-old. MDC had taken off over the last two years and she had a steady flow of commissions, to the point that on more than one occasion she had to close her books. Marinette studied at ESMOD for two years before deciding she was going to burn out if she didn’t slow down and change something in her life.

Her family and friends all agreed that taking some time off studying to get her head together was a smart move. They hadn’t all agreed on the move but that was another conversation.

Marinette was living with Chloe and Kagami in the over-the-top penthouse suit of the Hotel Chloe’s father gifted to her for her twenty-first birthday. Marinette was planning on buying her own apartment eventually but her family, best friends and shrink all agreed she shouldn’t be living on her own for the time being.

The door chimed as she walked into the cute vintage style coffee shop. She did her normal casual sweep of the people and exits before her eyes landed on the dark-haired guy sitting by himself in the booth closest to the door. He was holding a paperback book, but his eyes were not so subtlety traveling over her body. His blue eyes landed on her’s and he had the decently to look slightly embarrassed before smiling at her. Marinette wasn’t as shy as she once was but somehow, she still felt her cheeks flush. A moment past before she managed to get her shit together, her lips turned up in a cheeky grin and she winked at him before turning to order her coffee.

Marinette had just paid for her coffee when her phone started to ring. At this point she was regretting her choice in friends as Doja Cat’s I’m a bitch I’m a boss started to play in her pocket.

I’m a bitch I’m a boss  

I’m a bitch I’m a boss, I’ma shine like gloss

I’m a bitch I’m a boss  

I’m a bitch I’m a boss, I’ma shine like gloss

Grabbing it as quickly as she could and answering, she mouthed sorry to an angry looking mother with a table full of giggling girls.

“Chloe, what did you do, why is my phone playing that trash?” Marinette asked in a hushed voice. She looked over her shoulder at hot book guy to find his eyes were back on his book, but he was snickering.

“So you know it’s me, duh. And Doja Cat is anything but trash, thank you M.”

“Yup, you keep telling yourself that Bee. What’s up? I only saw you twenty minutes ago.”

While talking to Chloe, Marinette missed the chime of the bell above the door. She didn’t however miss the strong arm that snaked around her neck or the cold gun barrel that pressed against her temple. The person smelt of stale smoke and booze.

“Give me everythin in the till or you gonna be wearin this girl’s brains, ya hear me?” The man yelled at the barista while dragging her closer to the counter. Marinette felt his breath on her neck and in that moment the only thought going through her head was a big ‘fuck you, you inconsiderate arsehole’.

“Bee, I’ll call you back in a sec.” Marinette said calmly into her phone before sliding it into her pocket.

Marinette noticed out of the corner of her eye that the hot book guy was edging close to where they were standing. “Let the lady go and we can work this out, ok?”

Was it wrong that even with a gun to her head Marinette was still wondering what it would be like to kiss hot book guy and run her hand through the unusual but oh so sexy white streak at the front of his dark hair? It should be illegal to look that good. Everything about him screamed I’m not the type of guy you take home to meet the parents but if you let me, I’ll make you scream my name multiple times.

“Not gonna happen arsehole back the fuck off. Bitch what’s taking so long? Hurry up I don’t got all day.”

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sudden desire

chapter eight: hey, one question! what the hell?

part nine of sudden desire

in which two best friends won’t admit they’re in love so decide to have a baby together instead.

pairing: marcus pike x original female character (coraline meyer)

word count: 1.6k (she’s a short queen)

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, the tiniest smidge of angst (not really), alcohol consumption, extremely overly-enthusiastic and unnecessary use of italics, not beta’d because of course

author’s note: this chapter was born of me needing more coraline x loren interaction in my life, but it not fitting in with the next chapter. it’s a oneshot, of sorts, but it does help the story so i’ve chucked it in here anyway! next chapter’s coming suuuuuper soon (it’s like 2/3 written!) so don’t worry about the lack of marcus!

“Coraline.” The way she says sounds like she’s being reprimanded. Like it’s her mother calling her name when she’s done something wrong, a little girl hiding away inside her bedroom. Her stoicism comes out along with the wine, though she knows she doesn’t mean it, not really. She never does; she snapped at her for drinking her wine too quickly once before. Her bravado seems to grow when the flush of red wine touches her cheeks. “I won’t lie to you, I think it’s a terrible idea.” Loren Hull cocks an eyebrow at Coraline as she sighs and sinks back into the couch cushions.

Loren leans forward and sets her glass on the coffee table. Coraline eyes her scepticism as she nurses her drink, swilling the liquid around her glass until it creates a whirlpool that’s suddenly far more interesting than the conversation. She wishes it was big enough to swallow her up.

“I knew you’d say that.” She sighs in resignation. 

She’d toyed with the idea of not telling a soul. That, if she did get pregnant, she’d just pretend it was some crazy accident after too many glasses of wine one evening, when their loneliness had taken over and they were in need of a friend to hold them close. She still figures it best to let her parents believe that; as close as they all may be - Coraline, her parents, Daniel, and even her brother, Jamie who they still rarely see, especially when he’s wandering carefree across Europe with someone new every week - she’s not sure her parents are entirely ready to accept the unusual nature of Coraline and Marcus’ agreement.

They’re traditional, to an extent. Whimsy and blithe, sure, time spent at concerts or travelling, or anything that made them happy whenever their hearts so desired, but the kind to believe that pregnancy spelt marriage. That was the way they’d done it, when her mom had fallen pregnant with Daniel by happenstance. 

But, as she wrestled with the idea, she settled on a list of people she thought best to confide in. But the list, still - limited exclusively to Loren, Daniel and Kimmy - was, perhaps, the most daunting collection of names she’d faced in her lifetime. 

Kimmy had taken it the best. When she’d told her - drying the dishes, as they always did, gossiping about the week - she could see that she was trying not to yell out loud, so she didn't wake Piper, or let Daniel know something was up before she told him. 

Daniel had taken it well, too. Surprisingly well, in comparison to how she’d imagined. She’d imagine he’d scoff at her, tell her she was being ridiculous and try to talk her out of it, but he’d smiled and even hugged her, and insisted that he’d support her as long as she was happy. He’d watched her fondly as she’d bounced Piper in her lap, her niece giggling jovially at her aunt’s ridiculous facial expressions. He’d hugged her again as she left and whispered that he was sure she’d be an amazing mom. 

She’d almost cried in the car on the way home.

Loren, on the other hand, was taking it about as well as expected. By insisting that she had surely gone insane

“You can at least acknowledge that you’re both crazy and that this is a ridiculous idea, right?” Loren raises her eyebrows at her best friend. Coraline doesn’t expect her to support the idea, just support her, at least. 

“I know it’s probably a stupid idea.” Coraline tilts her head back against the sofa and drains the last of her juice. She’d supposed it best not to drink too much alcohol - just in case - but she could sure do with the liquid confidence right now. “But I have thought it through, a lot,” she insists, “I didn’t just decide this on a whim.”

Loren hums. “It’s a big commitment, y’know? Huge.”

“I’m not a child, y’know?” Coraline counters.

“I know, I know-” She sighs. “Look, if this is what’s going to make you happy.” Loren watches her as she drinks, still nervous, her hands gripping the glass tight enough around the lip of the glass that she wouldn’t be entirely surprised if it broke between her fingers. It wouldn’t take a genius to see that she was still worried. “So-” She seems to perk up, a first attempt to comfort her best friend. She shakes her bangs from out of her face and smiles fondly over at her oldest friend. “-have you made your appointments yet?”

“Appointments?” She furrows her brows.

Loren blinks back at her as if she’s completely crazy, as if she should most definitely understand what she means. Like her confusion makes no sense. “... your IVF appointments? I mean, I assume that’s how you’re doing it.”

“Ooooh… about that... “

“Oh, Cora.” Loren lets out a chuckle she can’t contain. She raises her eyebrow at the revelation, then shakes her head and tilts it back. Her hair brushes against the couch cushions as she begins to laugh. “You two are so damn oblivious, it’s painful,” she insists.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Coraline picks up the pillow that’s propped behind her back, alleviating some of the ache that has been building up thanks to long hours on set and on her feet, rushing around like a mad woman with reckless abandon. She hits Loren on the arm with a resounding thump, trying to hold back the smile that threatens to break out on her face at the sound of her friend’s ridiculous snorting laughter.

“You know you don’t have to do it like that, right?” 

“Right. But this just felt like the best way to do it, so-”

“But that’s how couples do it, not ‘friends’,” Loren insists, drawing air quotes around the final word. 

“Were the air quotes really necessary?” Coraline glares over at her, rolling her eyes. It elicits another snort from Loren, shoulders shaking as she tries to masquerade her laughter, seemingly-permanent creases at the corners of her blue eyes. “Shut up,” she groans. She lets out one of those almost-pathetic sounding giggles, the kind that she’s sure makes her seem like a child, frustrated but not enough to really be upset. The kind that hides the hint of a laugh, when your emotions are thrown into turmoil and everything comes out confusing and muddled and vaguely incoherent. “We’re just friends, I told you!”

“And I’m the President of the United States! You can pretend all you want but you’re not fooling anyone, least of all me,” she exclaims, “I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

“He looks at everyone like that. I’m nothing special.”

“So, he looks at everyone like he’s just seen the sun for the first time?” She tilts her head to the side and vaguely narrows her eyes. Coraline can tell that she’s digging for some kind of confession; it was a bad habit of Loren’s - one she’d vowed to break on several drunken New Years Eves in the town square of their hometown, but so far had failed to stick to - but the thirst for gossip always seems to overtake her. She’s been better since she’s had Maisie, she barely has time to worry about any potential news she’s missing out on. Coraline is the only one who seems of interest to her, now. Though Coraline has to admit, she finds her best friend’s gossiping endearing, even if she knew one-too-many secrets about people she’d never even met. 

Coraline and Loren have been friends for about as long as they can remember. They’d met at three-years-old, pre-school, on that daunting first day without their parents. Loren had always been the exuberant one; vibrant and flamboyant, raucous and bright, while Coraline had been more of a reserved little girl, kind and sweet, and small for her age until she hit high school. Looking at them then, you would think that Loren was the one in the limelight, not Cora. 

But they’d known each other for so long, been there through the good times - and the bad - and still, somehow, managed to stay close when Coraline had left for California for college and Loren had followed Cora’s younger brother to D.C. like, in her own words, she was some lost lovesick teen. Jamie had broken her heart and jetted off to Europe in search of adventure, and Loren had moved on with her life in that stoic, matter-of-fact way. Still, she’d cried on Coraline’s shoulder the moment she made it to D.C., her and Scott’s belongings in a thousand-and-one boxes trailing behind her. She'd been there for Cora after Scott, too. 

But, for better or for worse, Loren could see right through Coraline, and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t drive her utterly insane. 

“He calls you Sunshine, for god sake.”

Loren had nearly collapsed when Cora had told her that. But Coraline has never seen what the big deal was - because, to her, it was just a friendly nickname born of the colour of the dress she’d chosen the day they met - but it seems to drive her best friend completely insane every time she mentions it or she hears the words pass from Marcus’ lips. She practically swoons at the sound of it, when he greets Coraline with his low voice and a hand pressed against her lower back.. 

“He doesn’t look at me like that, now, hush. Can a man and a woman not be ‘just friends’?” 

“They absolutely can, but friends don’t look at each other like that. Believe me.” 

Coraline shrugs. “Well, I guess we’re different then. We’re just friends.”

“But-”

“Uh uh uh.” Coraline points and wiggles her finger like she’s telling off a small child. Loren smirks at her irritation. “-friends.”

“Whatever you say.” Loren sips on her wine and side-eyes her. “Whatever you say.”

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So I wrote a lil somethin’ for an AU I adore. For the past week I have been nit picking and tweaking this trying to make it as good as it can be. I hope you enjoy my little contribution to the @kingcreativityau by @rondoel , it is a fantastic AU and I highly recomend you check it out! This fic will also be cross posted onto Ao3! The link for that is, [HERE] and the master post for the King AU is [HERE]

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Word Count: 3390

Summary:

Something was wrong. He knew something was wrong, there’s no way something isn’t wrong. He could feel something was wrong. Roman and Remus could always tell when the other was in trouble, it was just normal for them. But when Roman starts to doubt he is enough and the creative twins find each other and fuse back together to form The King what will happen? After all, the King hold nothing but a vendetta for everyone else.

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Something was wrong. He knew something was wrong, there’s no way something isn’t wrong. He could feel something was wrong.

Ever since Roman and Remus split apart they had a kind of connection. They could tell when the other was in trouble, when they were happy, or sad. It came in handy every once in a while. When they were younger, freshly themselves, it was their own little secret. Two brothers forever connected, then Roman had to become a light side. And of course, Remus was left behind, forgotten. Though Princey would never admit to it, after he became a light side he did go and visit Remus occasionally. They would spend some time in the imagination, or have lunch. They were moments Remus treasured.

Then those moments stopped when Virgil turned good. Roman stopped turning up at his door. It stung. And Remus began to resent his brother. The divide between them grew and the wound festered, became infected, beyond fixing. That is what he thought.

But right now, he could feel his brother's turmoil grow by the second. Fear choked him. And all of the hatred towards one another was thrown to the wind as Remus found himself sprinting to find Roman, mace in hand. They were right, brothers forever connected. Brothers connected if not by this weird power then by love, an unconditional kind of love only siblings can share.

Roman was in some kind of trouble and he had to save him, if Roman died… well he didn’t want to think about that. He just kept taking long strides in whatever direction the emotion was strongest. Then he found himself in the in between of the light and dark sides.

The mindscape was quite the vast area, and the in between was the area between the light and dark sides and was just blank, no one dared to create there. It was however the quickest route to the light sides home. Remus ran straight across the blank plain that was a gradient from black to white. He could see in the near distance was a door, the door to their world, the place where Roman creates. The door was put there by the Prince ages ago, it was his own sort of guide to remind him not to touch what area was behind it.

The door was simple, red with white shapes painted neatly on it, the handle was gold and had an intricate design carved etched into itself. Hurriedly Remus swung open the door slamming it against the wall and kept running, not even bothering to close it. Sweat trickled down his forehead as his brows furrowed. He passed by trees, and flowers, small buildings, creatures only told in tales, until he found himself in a blank. It was odd to say the least, Roman never left an area blank in the mindscape, at least not his side of the mindscape. The Duke stopped to take a breath, bowing his head and resting his arms on his slightly squatted legs. They were threatening to give out on him but he fought stubbornly. He needed to keep going, but his body gave in on him. He tried his best to steady his breath and remain standing.

“Roman wait!” He heard in the distance, it was Patton. He could recognize that voice anywhere. It was far too sweet to be Deceit or Virgil, and not monotone enough to be Logan, and couldn’t be Roman (Who calls out to themselves?). It had to be Patton. Remus darted in the direction of the voice, not caring how much his body ached. His lungs yearned for him to stop, his legs attempting to trip him. His mind however, his heart, couldn’t stop. He needed to find Roman. He could feel a lump forming in his throat, but he fought it back. He couldn’t cry now.

Then suddenly in his view was the Prince, Roman. He was holding his sword, why though? And Patton wasn’t too far behind him. Roman’s eyes were glazed over, his hair stuck out in all sorts of directions. His usual bright smile was far from being seen. Sweat ran down his face.

“Roman kiddo wait up! Please wait! We want to help you!” Patton cried.

Roman had stopped and was just staring at his twin with those glossy eyes, calling to him with waves of fear and dismay. “Unless… Remus.” The Prince’s voice shook and he had called Remus’ name like his life depended on it. He only called out to him like that when they were children, when he had a nightmare. This right now however, Remus dreamed was one. He didn’t like seeing Roman like this, he dreaded it. He seemed broken and tortured. How long has he been like this?

The Duke flinched, he wasn’t sure what was happening to Roman, but he could feel how hard it was for him. Both brothers dropped their weapons with a loud clang. The world around them seemed to go dead, Patton’s cries were muted. The wind seemed to stop. It was just them and their connected thoughts, memories, feelings.

Slowly they moved inch by inch closer, until they were in arms reach of each other. Roman bowed his head and took a deep breath before meeting his other halves eyes. The glaze was gone, it was now teary and emotion filled. He leaned closer and whispered, “The king.”

Remus’ eyes widened, he wasn’t expecting that. They both knew the King existed. Though they didn’t know much about him, or remember him at all. They knew he was there, when they were young they would ask the others about him but the other sides refused to talk about him. The twins idolized him, they thought he was their forces combined. And when they were young they were close, naive. They thought that together they would be stronger. It would be a lie to say they hadn’t attempted to fuse, each one ended in pain and failure. Eventually they gave up on becoming who they once were, knowing full and well it would only cause more pain for themselves,

It was at this moment Remus then pieced together what Roman was feeling. He was feeling pressure, pain, resentment, for himself. He wasn’t good enough. That's what he was thinking. Remus didn’t understand it, Roman was perfect in every way. His opposite. Remus was the screw up, why did Roman feel this way?

“Why?” Was all Remus could croak out.

“I’m incomplete. We are supposed to be one, I am not enough. We are enough.” Roman looked at his twin with water filled eyes, his bottom lip quivering.

Remus didn’t understand, how could he? He wasn’t under the pressure Roman was. He didn’t have any responsibility. The others didn’t want him to even come close to the video making process, the creative process. He was casted out to the dark sides. And in all honesty, they didn’t seem to want him around much either. But Roman was someone who had accepted him in the past, flaws and all. He owed Roman so much for being there for him and he so desperately wanted to help Roman now. He loved him, and hated to see him so broken, and he knew that there was a possibility that he could help him. Roman reached out his hand for Remus, “Are you sure?” Remus asked.

“For Thomas.”

In a flash the two intertwined fingers and a burst of light and creativity came crashing. Patton was flown to the ground and rose only to his knees. When he saw the man in front of him he froze. He had jet black hair, a crown adorned with five red jewels and one green. His eyes were a mismatched color of red and green and they seemed to glow. He wore a dark princely ensemble with a red sash to top it off and gold shoulder pads. His cape seemed like fluid; it changed shape constantly, shifting and reforming itself endlessly.

With a deep raspy voice he spoke whilst holding the tip of Roman’s katana under Patton’s chin, “There you go. Bow before the King.”

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Logan, Patton, Roman, and Virgil had all gathered together for a picnic outside the house in the backyard. The four chatted and cracked jokes for a while till the subject of videos to make came up. Roman had been spouting off different ideas only for Logan and Virgil to veto every single one. Roman was feeling fear build in his chest, he wasn’t creating anything good. Anything, worthy. It wasn’t enough, until finally he snapped. The world around them went blank and it was just white. Roman dashed away to find something, anything, to make himself complete. Everywhere he stepped went white, blank. Patton went after him whilst the other two stayed behind.

It had been a short while and Virgil was becoming more and more anxious. Logan tried his best to calm him when Janus had arrived. He explained that he was looking for Remus and couldn’t find him anywhere.

“What do you mean Remus is gone too?” Virgil was shaking now.

“Gone too? Who else is missing?” The snake raised a brow in confusion.

“Roman ran off and Patton went after him, they haven’t gotten back yet. But they will return.” Logan placed a reassuring hand on Virgil’s shoulder, to this Virgil smiled and stopped shaking as much. Logan was always right, he was the smart one. He had to be right.

Janus was pacing trying to think of where they all could have gone off to when a weak, “Kiddos…” came from behind. It had caught him off guard and he jumped slightly.

“Patton! Did you find-“ the usual intellectual side was cut off by his own shock. Before him stood a man he had hoped to never see again, the King. He involuntarily took a step back, trying to cope with what was before him. What brought him back to reality was a hand grasping lightly at his arm. Janus had rejoined the group and was now holding onto both of the other two’s arms. He was most likely looking for some kind of comfort. He too was probably in shock.

Patton coughed, “Kind of…” he bowed his head in shame, embarrassed he couldn’t stop what had happened to the twins. He should have been able to save them right? He was the dad, the guide for those on the wrong path, the morality, how could he fail? He had one job and he screwed it up.

The once proud fatherly figure was held up by his hoodie firm in the King’s grasp with a low gaze. Logan felt his heart beat furiously in his chest. His palms became sweaty and his breath was shaky. His brows furrowed and he stared furiously at the man holding his friend. The figure tossed Patton and Logan jumped to catch him in his arms. They sat on their knees as Patton nuzzled into the touch, reaching for some sort of comfort. The fatherly side wrapped his arms around his friend gripping tightly at the usual neat polo shirt. Logan pet his hair shushing his whimpering friend kindly before looking back up glaring at the smirking man.

“King…” his voice was cold and stern. He was nervous, devastated even, there was no doubt about that. But he would never give the King the pleasure of seeing that from him.

The individual in front of the four chuckled lowly, “Logic, though you go by Logan now I suppose.” His smirk was unsettling, it made the now forming pit in Logan's stomach churn.

“Correct.” Logan’s gaze if pointed at someone or something else would make that something cower in fear, but it was aimed at someone who did not fear him in the slightest. He seemed too cocky for someone facing the one person able to take him down with a few words.

“What even are you now King?” Deceit’s voice was cracking, he was afraid. And Logan can confirm now that they were all terrified.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m potential.” He seemed so proud of himself, so sure. So sure of something so obviously not true.

“Falsehood.” All the other men in the area whipped their heads to face the now standing Logic. “You are a mixture of imagination, and anger, and the demons that made you in the past.”

“And what was I made from, oh-smart-one?” The King seemed amused until Logan spoke his next words. Those words appeared to enrage him as his smile faded and was replaced with a scowl.

“Uncertainty, self-hatred, broken trust.” Next to Logan Janus visibly flinched at those last few words. The King said nothing in response, only glared.

Silence. It was quiet for what felt like far too long. Logan remained still, his eyes never breaking their stance. Seconds stretched to minutes, neither man wanting to give in and crack. Both had differing views, yet at the same time were so similar. The difference was one was working to better Thomas, the other was working to better themself. Logan knew this, he knew that the King returning would hurt Thomas, it did before, but now the King is even more powerful. How much more this will hurt their host, he couldn’t seem to calculate. Out of nowhere he spoke, “What is your business here? Why return?”

The King’s grin returned to him. “Merely to bring a new order. I am here for good after all.”

“There won’t be any new order. You don’t belong here!” Damnit, he cracked.

The King released a boisterous laugh, it rumbled the world around them. “Oh, did you hear him?” He wiped away a tear from his laughter, “Hilarious indeed! It should come to be even more funny that your last words would be a falsehood. Who knew?”

Logan looked puzzled, “Wha-“ his voice cut out. Logan struggled to release anything. His hands flew to his throat, he couldn’t speak. His voice was entirely gone, muted.

“Logan?” Virgil was quiet, almost a whisper. Why would he- Logan’s thoughts were cut short when he realized what the King had just done. The King was smarter now, that much was clear. He was working with a strategy. The King knew Logan was his weakness, his biggest enemy. A few simply weaved statements and he was done for, so he shut him up. Stopped him from even beginning. Logan began to shake visibly, he couldn’t stop him and if he couldn”’t no one could. Patton placed a hand on Logan’s shoulder as the logical side curled in on himself.

The King laughed again getting everyone's attention, “We don’t want you to spoil any fun, do we?” His stare moved to the side squeezing Logan’s shoulder reassuringly. “Now, Morality.”

Patton jumped and looked up worriedly, he hoped, prayed, that the King didn’t have any vendetta towards him. He was kind to him in the past, but alas, he never did see the pain he had caused the King. He really did leave him in turmoil. He enforced the rules that limited him, he told the King he was bad. He hurt his friend. Turned everyone against his uniqueness.

The look in the King’s eyes was one of deep hatred, but that only made the smile on his face all the more sickly looking. “You were so cute as a baby, why don’t we let it stay that way.” And the figure snapped his fingers. Patton felt strange for a moment as his vision went blank. When it came back to him his eye level was much lower than before. He seemed to be on the floor. He looked up and saw Logan, Deceit, and Virgil looking extremely concerned (and extremely tall to him). Beside him were his glasses, now broken. He then realized the missing sensation of his glasses and how large they were sitting next to him. From what he could conceive, he was now a baby, literally.

“Oh my god! Patton!” Virgil had fear covering his face. His voice was cracking all over the place and much more high pitched than normal. Virgil, while afraid, made no effort to lift the side from the floor, presumably too scared to even move. Soon enough though, Patton was lifted off the ground and was securely held in strong arms. Janus had scooped him up and looked down in concern at the baby. Feeling scared himself Patton hugged the side, clinging on like he was a lifeline. He felt a lump form in his throat as warm tears welled up and fell down his soft cheeks. Deceit noticed how scared Patton was and began to try and comfort the baby. Petting his head and whispering kind coos in his ears. It made Patton feel a bit better. The tears stopped leaving distinct trails. He looked up and placed one of his small hands on the snake's face and smiled. Janus smiled in return kissing the baby’s forehead.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Virgil broke the silence yelling at the larger man. Logan put up his hands to try and convey that it wasn’t the best decision, but Virgil’s fear had transformed into rage. It was too far gone for his attempts to stop his friend. The normally anxious side stomped closer to the King.“Cut the bullshit you two! What is this? Revenge for something?” The King sharply turned his head so fast it should have hurt him. His eyes glowed red. It didn’t seem as though the red was from rage, it was… from something else. Something no one could place.

“You. So invisible I almost forgot you exist.” Virgil’s bravery and anger made a full one-eighty and became, once again, anxiety. The King’s cape had grown large, enveloping him in pure darkness. “But I remember how you struck down every brilliant idea.” He towered over Virgil, making him feel small. “Thinking you know what’s best. Restraining the full potential of creativity.” The anxious side put up his arms, preparing for some kind of impact. “I have to say, you impressed me.”

Virgil looked up confused. “What?”

“After all, your ideas are far better anyways.” He placed a hand to his chin “Therefore, I appoint you my creative minister.” The King snapped with the hand that was previously on his chin and Roman’s original outfit replaced his usual jacket and jeans. “From now on, every bad little thought that comes to your troubled mind will come to life.” Virgil visibly curled in, holding his head in his hands as he fell to the ground. “Have fun now. Do what you’re best at doing.”

The only thing Virgil could think was, no. The thought repeated over and over and over again as darkness, real darkness surrounded him. The King wasn’t lying, he imagined darkness around him and it was.

Logan was trying to call out to Virgil, but he was still mute. Everything was going wrong. Patton began to feel more and more pressure, he felt like it was his fault. Like he was a failure for not saving Roman. Sure, Roman was a hero, but he needed someone to protect him, that someone was Patton. And he failed. Patton began to sob and Deceit hugged the baby tighter, burying his face in the small sides hair.

“The last one.” The King’s eyes had changed to being unreadable. Though he was unreadable, Deceit knew that he had to be mad at him, he was a traitor in his eyes. Hesitantly he raised his head to face the man. With a cold gaze the King began leaning down to be face to face with the snake. “You. Denial right?”

Anger boiled in the pit of his stomach as he responded, voice calm, though his face was a scowl. “It’s Deceit.”

He hummed, closing his eyes and rising back to his proud stance. “Actually… I think I will spare you. Deny it as much as you want, but without them, you’re as good as silent.” The King’s smile spread wide and maniacal. His eyes were crazed, almost like a face Remus would make, almost. “Enjoy the delectable helplessness!” He laughed as his cape enveloped him in darkness, “Consider it a gift, from your king!” His laugh faded as he disappeared leaving nothing behind but fear.

[infernomoondivineenchantress]

Warding Ritual for Spiritual Protection of your Home

This warding spell for spiritual cleansing and protection can be used for any physical space, but is especially important for your home. I recommend regular energetic hygiene practices of some sort for everyone.

Beyond the basics of smudging, this provides permanent protection wards that are powered by allies from the Spirit, plant, animal, and mineral realms. Warding can be dialed up or down to be as simple or complex as you choose, and customized to your particular practice.

Psychic and sensitive folks appreciate the sanctuary that a warded temple provides. The beauty of a magickal ward, is that you can charge it to perform in any way you desire. Much like programming a security system, you can choose who gets in, when and how they are invited to enter, and what sort of behavior is welcome during their stay.

This ritual spell-work will use four main components:

Clearing, and consecration by the four classical elements

Use of banishing pentagrams

Evocation of protective Spiritual Beings; Archangels, Gods/Goddesses, Animals, Ancestors, etc.

Creating spell-bottles for the four corners of the property as the anchoring ward.

Banishing Pentagrams: Bouncing the Trouble Makers, then Locking the Door

The pentagram is a five-pointed star that is an ancient symbol of balance, power and protection. Each point represents an element: earth, air, fire, water, and Spirit, perfectly interwoven.

A common usage of this symbol in magick includes its drawing in a specific pattern, called a “banishing pentagram.” The “all-purpose” banishing pentagram we’ll use for the clearing and protection of the home from unwanted spirits, is the one for the element of Earth, as that is most related to the physical safety of our bodies and buildings.

To draw the banishing pentagram, you begin in the lower left corner, at the Earth point, then draw upward to the Spirit point, and then on around in a clockwise fashion until the star is complete.

Think of it as pointing down to everything here in the material plane that you want to banish, then flinging it back “up” to the Spirit realms where they belong. When I draw the banishing pentagram during protection work, I think of it as bouncing the trouble-makers, by putting the key in the lock between dimensions, and locking the door behind them. The banishing pentagram is like turning the key in that lock.

Preparations and Acquisitions

Step 1: Get your house in order.

Begin with a physical cleaning and organization of your home. Chaos and filth in the material world mirrors into chaos and filth in the spiritual world. As above, so below; As below, so above. Think about it this way: In the material world, if you leave your dirty dishes laying around, and garbage everywhere, you invite the cockroaches, rats and parasites to move right in and have a feast. The nasty bottom-feeders of the world will just looooove to hang around your house.

Step 2: Get your Spirit in order.

The same is true of the spiritual realms. There are energetic equivalents of cockroaches, rats and parasites. When you live in an energetic miasma of your own mental and emotional funk – baneful self-loathing, guilty, shame-y, fearful, hateful, violent and angry turmoil – you make yourself delicious to the nasty bottom-feeders and parasites of the spiritual realm.

They, too, will looooove to feast upon YOU. The entirety of Witchcraft is there to help you get your head on straight, and become the terrifyingly effective, well-balanced, and powerful bad-ass that simply will not abide any exploitation.

To paraphrase the Rede: What you seek is within you… if you don’t find it there first, you will never find it in the outer world. So get to witchin’!

Step 3: Planning and Acquisition

You have some decisions to make about whose aid you will call into these wards, and what materials you will need as an anchor, amplifier and conduit to that power.

Materials:

4 glass jars with lids – one for each corner of your home.

Paint pens in the four elemental colors, or other decorations on the lids to signify which quarter of your home they will anchor.

Now, what to put in your jars? In the end you will need 9 ingredients that fit in each jar.

This is the part that is highly customized to your personal practice. You know how ceremonial magicians will call upon “The Watchtowers” of the four quarters? See these four ward jars to be a physical watchtower that you are building, and imbuing with powers from the three realms – Upperworld (or heavens,) middle world of the elements, and underworld.

Each ward jar will need:

1 stone or metal to amplify the upperworld Deity or Archangel of your choice.

1 stone or fetish to amplify the underworld animal spirit or ancestor of your choice.

1 stone for Air – with mental and communication nuances.

1 stone for Fire – with active, defensive, motivational nuances.

1 stone for Water – with emotional and relationship enhancing nuances.

1 stone for Earth – with protective, grounding, material nuances.

3 varieties of dried plant material – with any properties you’d like to bring to the party.

Upperworld Powers

Deities: You may choose to call on “Great Spirit” with a single ingredient – like a quartz crystal. Or choose something for two jars to be held by the Great Goddess (perhaps jet) and two for the Great God (perhaps amber,) if that is your style.

For a more polytheist approach, consider choosing a God and Goddess of the Upperworlds, and a God and Goddess of the underworld. In this case, research specific stones or items that are sacred to each of those Deities. You would then assign each Deity to one of the corners (and one ward.) Make sure that you also work out an appropriate offering or exchange in service in gratitude for their aid.

Archangels: OR – You may choose to work with the four archangels associated with the watchtowers in ceremonial magick. Choose either an individual stone for each angel, there are many to chose from that are sacred to each, or four of a single stone. Angelite, Celestite, or Selenite stones are my favorites for connecting to Angelic forces in a more general way.

Gabriel – Water – Copper

Michael-Fire – Sugilite, or an agate

Raphael – Air – Emerald or Malachite

Uriel – Earth – Amber

Underworld Powers

Spirit Animals: If you don’t already have a few Underworld Deities on the team, you may choose to work with four animals spirits: If you can ethically and legally obtain a fetish from the animals of your choice, do that. (tooth, claw, bone, shed, bit of fur or hair, feather, etc) Seek consent to work with any part of an animal. Or you may substitute an emblem to represent their powers in the working – one animal and item per jar, in the quarter you think they best relate. Here are a few examples:

Air – Birds; Hawk, Crow, Raven, Wren, Owl

Fire – Lion, Red Fox, Ram, Horse

Water – All fish; Salmon, Dolphin, Crab, Snake, Eagle

Earth – Bull, Stag, Goat, Bear, Beetle

Ancestors: OR you may choose four of your ancestors, or mighty dead, and ask if they will aid in guarding your home with you. Include a photo, a slip of paper with their name, or an object that will draw them near in their jar. Make sure that you also plan to make an appropriate offering in exchange for their aid.

Middle World Allies from the Four Elemental Planes

Choose a stone to amplify each element – you’ll need to acquire four of each (one for each jar.) Here are a few suggestions that I like…

Air – Citrine – Success, confidence, mental clarity

Fire – Pyrite – Shielding and protective, stirs ambition and focus, financial riches.

Golden Tiger’s eye – motivation, creativity, success

Iron Nail for Mars energies and protection, banishes enchantment.

Water – Blue lace agate – clear communication, peace, calm, tranquility.

Rose Quartz – universal love, trust and harmony, friendship, deep inner healing, and feelings of peace.

Earth – Green Aventurine – growth, luck, abundance, relieves anxiety, calms one’s emotions, provides comfort,

support, and balance.

Hematite – protection, grounding, de-stressing and mental/emotional balance.

Plant Allies:

Dried herbs and botanicals that have powers you’d like to bring into the home, all of these have protection qualities, but they have other nuances as well. Choose three varieties, and have enough for a teaspoon or so in each jar.

Rose petals or Lavender for love

White sage or Juniper for purification

Frankincense and myrrh for the balance of Divine forces.

Angelica root for angelic aid and guidance.

Cinnamon, Ginger, or Bay for fiery power and success.

There are literally hundreds of options to choose from – just know why you choose to use each ingredient and what power you wish it to bring to your home.

Step Four: The Cleansing and Warding Ritual

Assemble everything you will need on your altar in a central place in your home.

Open your ritual in your traditional way, lighting and awakening consecration tools and calling upon Spirit to be present as you normally would.

State your intention. Something like: I cleanse this home of all baneful influences and Spirits; I consecrate and ward this home to be a sanctuary of peace, abundance, health and safety. Only Love may enter in; only Love may emerge, for the Highest Good of all involved, harming none. So Mote it Be!

I like to have both a black and white candle on the altar. As I light the black candle to start, and charge it to absorb and nullify all baneful energies that are present. I will allow this candle to burn out completely in one burning.

Consecration by the Four Elements

This part should be repeated regularly.

Materials needed:

Tealight candle, a red one is even better.

Smudge bundle of a purifying herb, such as ceremonial white sage, cedar, lavender, palo santo, etc. Or a burning incense blend of Frankincense and Myrrh – but I recommend using a high quality resin incense stick, like these from Nature Nature Incense Company, so you can draw the banishing pentagram with it in the air.

A bowl of purified water, salted with sea salt

Air and Fire: Carry the burning smudge or incense with the tealight candle on a heat-safe plate or bowl to the front door. Open the door. Hold up the smoking smudge: With the same power and authority you would use to open the elemental gates, state: I consecrate this home by air and fire! Draw a large banishing pentagram in the air with the smudge/incense stick. Visualize all baneful energies, all harmful thoughts, communication, and actions being blown out the door.

Now, repeating that phrase I consecrate this home by air and fire! carry the smudge, wafting as you go, clockwise around the entire inside perimeter of your home. Wind up and down stairs and other floors in whatever way seems natural, always flowing clockwise. When you come to an outside window, door, mirror, fireplace or any other opening, draw the banishing pentagram.

When you arrive back at the front door, see the space sealed. State with power: This home is sealed by Air and Fire! So Mote it Be!

Water and Earth: Now, do the same with the salted water. Carry it to the front door, present it and state with power: I consecrate this home by Water and Earth! Dip your index finger of your projective (dominant) hand into the water and draw the banishing pentagram over the door frame and on the front door itself. See all baneful emotional and physical energies nullified and banished from the home.

Now, walking clockwise around the perimeter of your home along the same path, continue chanting, I consecrate this home by Water and Earth! while sprinkling the water on the floor as you walk. Stop and draw the banishing pentagram with the water over every window, door, opening and mirror.

When you arrive back at the front door, see the space sealed. State with power: This home is sealed by Water and Earth! So Mote it Be!

Return to the Altar, state for the second time: This home is cleansed of all baneful influences and spirits; I consecrate and ward this home to be a sanctuary of peace, abundance, health and safety. Only Love may enter in; only Love may emerge, for the Highest Good of all involved, harming none. So Mote it Be!

Light the White candle and charge it to fill the home with blessings.

Building your Protection Ward Jar

Have all your jars open and arranged so that you know which quarter they will go into eventually. Pick up each ingredient in turn. Touch it, connect, and seek consent to work together. Awaken the ingredient by name. Blow gently across it and tap it three times, saying: Awake, Awake, Awaken to your powers of__________. (Name of ingredient) lend your strength and amplify the protective ward of my home. With gratitude, blessed be! Drop it into the jar.

Begin with the Deities or angels of the Upperworld.

Invoke them into the stone or fetish that will anchor and feed their power into the ward. Pray in earnest for what aid you seek from Them and if you feel that agreement has been met, make an offering in exchange for this Aid. See the stone as a conduit of their power. Continue by invoking the Spirit animals or ancestors you are calling from the Underworld in the same manner. Lastly, include the plants and stones from the middle world of the elements.

Sealing and Weaving the Wards Together

When everything is in each jar – making nine individual ingredients, seal it tightly. Hold the jar in your hand, push power into the jar: Say: This jar is my protective Ward. May it stand guard in the (associated compass direction) quarter of my home, protecting this sanctuary of peace, abundance, health and safety. Only Love may enter in; only Love may emerge, for the Highest Good of all involved, harming none. So Mote it Be!

(Note that you’ve now repeated your intention three times.)

When all four jars are sealed, take up your wand, or with your index finger, tap each in turn while chanting “peace, abundance, health and safety” in a clockwise direction, weaving them together and raising a cone of energy. Drop the cone into the jars; visualized a bubble of power that the wards continue to feed.

The Work is done! So Mote it Be!

Setting the Protection Wards

Now, carry the jars to the four corners of your home, according to compass direction, as close as you can manage. All while visualizing that sphere of power that weaves them together expanding to envelope your entire home (and property). You can set them on the floor in the corner of the room behind furniture. If you’d like to carry them out to the four corners of your land, you may bury them there, but remember to set a marker should you ever choose to gather them for relocation and reuse.

Closing Circle

Return to the altar, thank and release all the attending Beings and energies that you’ve called, and close your ritual without formally deconstructing the “temple” as you might in a typical esbat or spellcasting. Allow both the black candle and white candle to burn out completely. This temple is now permanently erected around your property.

May it bless you and your family always,

BY HERON MICHELLE

[banditthewriter]

Choose Your Fate - Billy Russo - 6

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***** Frank was on the other side of the door, looking around while he waited for you to answer the door. Quickly you cast a look around your living room and swore under your breath. "Y/N?" Maria sounded worried. "Hold on Maria," you said as you unlocked the door, pulling it open to reveal a smiling Frank. "I think you've misplaced someone." "Oh Frank is there? I was wondering where he went." "Are you talking about to my wife? Ask her if she needs anything from the store when I'm on my way home." With a roll of your eyes, you passed the phone to him and turned to walk more into your house. The living room was a maze of half unpacked boxes. The kitchen, which was partially obscured if you didn't move from the foyer, was stacked high with pizza boxes and take out containers. You couldn't remember the last time you actually cooked something and your trash showed that. Shit. Shit shit shit. You wondered briefly if he would notice if you started to clean, but one look told you that he was ending the call and he would definitely notice. Shit. "Hey bro," you said, voice pitched a little higher in your anxiety, "what brings you around?" "Well I wanted to see if you wanted to get breakfast or something." He looked around at the boxes but thankfully didn't say anything. "Hadn't seen you much lately." "Oh," you said as you let your shoulders droop a bit. "I uh, I wouldn't say no to breakfast. I'm not really dressed for it, but I can get ready pretty quickly." You started towards your bedroom but Frank made a noise, like he wanted to stop you but wasn't sure how. When you looked at him, you could tell that there was something he wanted to say. With a sigh, you approached him and waited. "What's going on with you Y/N? This place is a mess and you look like shit." "Thanks," you said sarcastically. It wasn’t like you could tell him what you were really doing the night before. "I had a late night, it's nothing." "Okay." He moved hovered uncertainly in your foyer, trying his damnedest not to look at the boxes around your living room. "The kids were wondering if you'd come by soon. Made me wonder if you would stick around once we're done with all this." It was a question that had been plaguing you as well. Because it had been something you had been thinking about, you didn't have an answer on hand. "I haven't thought a lot about it. Maybe I could stick around for a while." "Bullshit," he scoffed. "What?" "You won't stick around. You'll be on the first plane out of the city the moment this is cleared up. No," he said when you opened your mouth to defend yourself, "don't even try to deny it. You can't commit to staying. You can't even commit to unpacking and you've been here for at least a month." You looked around at the boxes that both of you had been ignoring for this conversation. "I've been busy," you said, voice tinged with caution. "Busy with what? Besides takeout and delivery, you don't do anything. You work for a no name law firm doing bullshit proof reading on briefs for three hours a day and that can be done from home. Wanna tell me what's keeping you busy?" That made you quiet down. Carefully you walked a little closer to Frank, your spine straightening as you stared at him. "How do you know what I do for work?" There was a tinge of worry or maybe even apprehension in his eyes as he looked away from you. "I had Micro look into you when all of this started." At your shocked face, he scoffed and threw his hands out to the side. "What did you want me to do Y/N, just pretend like everything was fine? You quit your job, packed up your apartment, and flew all the way back here on the drop of a hat? I wanted to make sure you would be okay financially." While you could understand that, it left some questions. "You checked on me when this started, but I didn't have this job until recently." There it was. You wondered if you should feel victorious about making your brother look that guilty. "I had him keep an eye on you. You can't blame me for that. I'm your brother; it's my responsibility." "No it's not," you said as you turned to walk away from him, stomping towards the center of your living room. "It's not your responsibility to watch over me or take care of me. I can take care of myself Frank." "Take care of yourself? You want me to list the ways that's bullshit? No, listen to me," he said, walking forward and grabbing your arm to make you look at him. "You left here Y/N. Hell, you were leaving for a long time before you finally got on that plane, but you left without even talking about it with me. You jet set around the world and make a name for yourself and then you come back because of what happened. Why'd you come back to New York? Anywhere in the world you could have gone to hide from what happened but you came home because you wanted help." Having it all thrown at you was making your skin prickle. You tried to remind yourself that he didn't know what happened, that he probably wouldn't have let you leave if he did know, but that didn't matter. All that mattered right then was your anger. Frank must have forgotten that you weren't a kid anymore. "The role of father figure didn't open up just because dad died," you snapped back, yanking your arm out of his hold and crossing them over your chest. "I'm not trying to be dad Y/N," Frank said softly, like he was trying to coax a wounded animal towards him. "I'm your brother and that means I take care of you." "We're not even blood related," you screamed, your voice echoing off the empty walls. Frank's shocked face had you closing your eyes as you continued. "Your parents took me in, but we're not blood." A bomb exploding would have created less turmoil. You could feel your heart thudding hard in your chest as if you had run a marathon. Instead you were here, lobbing emotional grenades into the middle of the living room and waiting for the carnage, waiting to see what the casualties would be. "That what you think matters? Think some DNA is gonna make or break a family? Hell, Maria is my family and there's no blood there. Family is about more than blood. Blood is consequential; family is choice. You were their kid because they wanted you, they loved you. You think throwing it in my face that you were adopted is gonna make me decide 'hey, she's right, we're not blood' and walk away? Who the hell are you kidding?" You felt hands wrap around your arms and you opened your eyes to see him standing in front of you. There was hurt in his eyes but his face was a mask of determination. "You think blood would make you love Lisa and Frankie more? You want to look them in the eye and tell them that there's no blood and therefore you can't care about them?" He shook you a bit and you could tell he was fighting the urge to pull you into a hug. "They weren't my parents Y/N; they were our parents. Don't you dare disrespect them and try to tell me that they didn't have two kids. Don't you dare." There were tears pouring down your face without your permission. Your body was shaking and you tried to breath, tried to calm yourself. When Frank realized that you weren't breathing, he moved you to sit on the couch. Slowly and carefully he rubbed your back, easing you through the breakdown the way he did when you were kids. Jesus, how heartless were you? "I'm so sorry Frank," you said as you cried, your hands shaking as you wiped the tears only for them to be immediately replaced. "I know that we're family and I know that blood doesn't matter. It's something I've always been sensitive about. It all just feels like another thing I've failed at." Between one heartbeat and another, Frank pulled you into his chest. As his arms wrapped around you, you felt the dam break as your body shuddered with sobs. He shushed you softly, his voice wrapping around you as fully as his arms were. "It's okay," he said as he held you close, his hand passing over your back gently. "Listen to me, it's okay. You're allowed to yell and scream at me, that's your right as the annoying little sister. I'll never hold that against you. But don't you ever let those insecurities make you think that I love you any less. You're my sister and I'd do anything for you." You remembered Billy saying that Frank would go to war for you and you knew you needed to tell him the truth, the whole truth. The memories were keeping you awake, eating away at you. You looked around at the house that you bought, that you owned, and realized that you were trying to make yourself stay. You shouldn't have to force yourself to stay somewhere; home should come naturally. It had been so long since you'd felt like you had one of those. Slowly you pulled from Frank's grasp, wiping at your cheeks. He stayed by your side and waited while you gathered yourself once more. "You can't check up on me like that anymore," you said softly, turning to meet his eyes. "You wanna help me and take care of me? I won't say no because I can use all the help I can get. But you can't treat me like I'm not able to take care of myself. If we're going to get through this, we gotta trust each other. You gotta trust me Frankie." After a moment he nodded, his hand covering yours and giving it a squeeze. "You got a deal." He looked at his watch and then nodded again, standing up. "We should probably make that breakfast a lunch. You still up for it?" "Yeah," you said, standing up and turning towards the hallway. "I'll go get dressed." When you shut your bedroom door, you leaned against it and let out a breath. That breakdown was something that had been building for years and you did feel better letting it out. Quickly you moved around your room to get dressed, pulling on some comfortable clothes. A look in the mirror said that you looked exactly how you felt but you didn't do more than wash your face in the bathroom sink before you joined Frank in the living room. Maybe not today because emotions were running high enough, but you knew you needed to tell him the truth. It wouldn't be an easy conversation but it was long overdue. You cast one last look at the picture frame on the table beside your couch, the picture that Frank had been looking at when you came into the living room, and told yourself that something had to give. You were tired of living with one foot out the door. ------ "It was a mess Matt," you said as you linked your arm through his and guided him down the sidewalk. "I cried, he got as close to crying as I've ever seen him. It was an emotional train wreck." "Do you feel better?" You smiled, ducking your head as you did. "Yes," you admitted with a laugh. "I don't know, it's like a weight off my shoulders. Next just comes everything else." "That's what you have me for," he said, amusement coloring his words. "I thought we were going to dinner. If we keep walking, it'll be time for breakfast." "You won't perish between here and the diner, shush." Matt laughed, squeezing your arm a bit as you continued to walk him through the city. The diner was a little ways away but you'd gotten into talking about what happened with Frank and had lost track for a while. As much as you were guiding him, he was guiding you as well. "All the times I've met you there, I don't think I've ever eaten the food. Just been coffee or water." "They put vanilla in their waffles," you said excitedly. "It's amazing." "Waffles? I thought we were going to dinner," he said with a laugh. "Breakfast for dinner is underrated Matthew," you teased, as you looked around. You were approaching where the two of you were going to have to cross the street. "You never hear people talking about dinner for breakfast though," he countered. "Cold pizza for breakfast," you replied easily as you stopped at the crosswalk. "Gonna cross here instead of in front of the diner. There's a store nearby that I wanted to check out before we eat." "I'm just along for the ride," he said with a grin. "I like you like this. I'll admit that I didn't meet you at the best time in your life, but I... I like you like this." You gave his arm a squeeze, waiting for the light to give you the go ahead to walk. He was right; all of your conversations had been filled with angst and pain, but this was different. You felt so much better after the fight with Frank and Matt was the first person you thought of. Actually, the first person you thought of had been Billy. You kept thinking about him after the stake out. He promised to keep you updated, but you hadn't heard anything from him. And you weren't sure you wanted to drag him into your family drama. He was Frank's friend so if the fight hadn't ended with you and Frank on good terms, Billy surely would have sided with his buddy over you. Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you mumbled sorry to Matt. When you pulled it out, you saw Billy's name and you froze. "I'd love to know who made your heart do that," Matt joked. You elbowed him before you accepted the call. "Hey Billy," you said, elbowing Matt again when he started to laugh. "Shut up Matt," you whispered. "Hey," Billy said slowly. "Am I interrupting something?" "No, it's fine. What's up?" "There's been an update on David." You nudged Matt because the crosswalk light turned green. Both of you started to move across the lanes as you made an inquiring sound for Billy to continue to talk. In a split second, Matt tensed up. He looked like he was about to push you and you turned to see a car barreling towards the two of you. You knew that if Matt saved you, he'd end up outing himself as Daredevil. It didn't take more than that for you to make your decision. Your phone dropped as you shoved Matt out of the way, jumping as far as you could. It didn't stop you from getting clipped, pain spreading immediately from your hip as you tumbled. Your head smacked into the cement, your body landing awkwardly. Screams and the squeal of tires penetrated the fog, but your vision was getting dark even as you felt familiar bruised hands on your face. "Y/N? Someone call 911," he yelled, his voice loud and making your head throb harder. "Y/N, stay with me." His voice slowly got quieter, the surroundings disappearing until everything was dark and silent. X A post will be up right after this for voting.

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MCU Rewatch: The Avengers

I do think Clint got a little shafted in the MCU in general, but I feel like this movie does give him stuff to work with? I love the beggining with “the hawk in his nest” and the “I see better from a distance” line.

“I’m in the middle of an interrogation and this moron is giving me everything” is still such an iconic introduction. I love her face here. And the scene where she beats up the dudes is so good.

Bruce touching the little crib while saying “I don’t every time get what I want” is so good. Avengers!Bruce is the best Bruce, IMO. His awkwardness and general air of sadness but also of a person who knows he can be a huge threat is so good. Also, I miss when the Hulk was “the other guy”. It works so well here.

Holy shit I didn’t remember there were literal flashes of the events of TFA while Steve is going to town on the punching bag??? That’s so good and also sad???

Also, there’s a lot of talk about how SHIELD sprung this mission on Steve when he was like two weeks out of the ice and with no consideration for his trauma and etc etc but I feel it’s like... what could they do, atm? Loki’s actions create an emergency, and it makes sense to recrute every superhero they have.

Also, though I do mourn the loss of the “sadness sequence” of Steve in the subway and everything, I feel like the punching bag scene does convey Steve’s emotional turmoil to the audience, even if it doesn’t diagnose it. He’s not in a good place and we can see it.

This might be the cutest movie for P3pperony lol Their banter on the Stark Tower is funny and sweet, and I like that Pepper knows about the Avengers.

Aww Coulson. When he calls Banner a Stephen Hawking and Steve is like “??” and he immediately corrects to “a smart person”. And then of course “I watched you while you were sleeping”, lol.

I have Feelings about the idea that Steve assumed that he wouldn’t wear a uniform because the stars and stripes were too old-fashioned. I feel like this adds to his general fear of obsolescence in a very good but painful way.

“Word is you can help us find the cube”, “Is that the only word on me?” “Only word I care about” LOOK. This is such a nice and underrated moment. He’s being nice to Bruce and basically telling him he trusts him regardless of the Hulk’s existence. And then Bruce does the same by trying to empathise with his situation, saying it all must be so strange to him. Steve is visibly more comfortable right now, though, because SHIELD is basically a military base so he’s used to it.

When they get inside the helicarrier, Bruce immediately starts scouting the place looking for exists, while Steve is just so impressed by the technology. I love.

He’s so clearly uncomfortable and lost when Bruce starts talking tech stuff with everyone though.

I love the old man standing up to Loki. “There will always be men like you”. Love this moment.

jfsijofjeiojfs THE SIZE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN STEVE AND TONY ON THE JET (with Tony in armor)... ALSO, as Natasha is speaking, you can catch a glimpse of Tony staring at Steve in the background. jdoajdiowjjdjlj

I can’t see their chat in the jet as anything but Tony being flustered by Steve’s general existence and flirting in the most awkward way possible, because “you’re pretty spry for an older fellow” is SUCH a weird thing to say in that context, like?? Tony, buddy, are you okay? Why are you talking about Steve’s flexibility in a time like this? lol

Thor’s arrival is SO EPIC I LOVE IT. It’s pretty late in the game, too, so I’m glad it’s so awesome!

“I’d sit this one out, Captain” “I don’t see how I can” <3

I like the whole confrontation between Thor and Loki, but “Doth mother know you weareth her drapes” is absolute GOLD and it kills me everytime.

Thor accidentally charging the Iron Man suit is an awesome moment.

It’s super in character that Tony and Thor meet and both literally starting fighting each other like two superpowered children when they’re actually both fighting the same guy. It’s also fitting that Steve steps in with a super motherly “that’s enough”.

Steve’s “is that what just happened?” when Tony compliments Bruce for “speaking English” is hilarious to me. He’s very in tune to Tony’s every action as well - he even looks back to check if Tony heard when he said he understood the reference <33

Lots of people have problems with how Whedon writes Steve, but I feel like his characterization in this movie makes total sense? He’s clearly alert to what is going on (he knows the angle Loki is playing at pretty accuratedly) but he’s resistant to the idea of seeing SHIELD as not trust-worthy, and I feel like this is because SHIELD is literally the only thing he has in the future, and also something he knows was founded by Peggy? And like, sure, this isn’t IN the movie, but what IS in the movie is that talking to Tony and Bruce DOES get in his head and he immediately breaks into SHIELD’s storage to find out what the deal is. So he’s really not a mindless obedient soldier here either.

It’s so weird to think Whedon never meant for Clintasha to happen, because the movie really really REALLY leads you to think that way. Maybe I’m just a shipper, but I feel like it’s very clear and it seems intentional. Like... “Your world in the balance, and you bargain for one man”? Like, Whedon, my dude... Come on.

I love how obviously fake Natasha’s fear is in the “you’re a monster” line. Also “thank you for your cooperation” is such an iconic moment.

“Sorry, computer was moving a little too slow for me” aka “SEE, TONY?? I CAN BE COOL!”

I wish I had never seen all the Discourse about the helicarrier fight, because I really liked this scene and I would like to watch it without hearing all the terrible arguments about it in my head. I still think it’s a good scene though, I think a lot of it is the scepter but some of it is also their genuinely terrible first impressions of each other and narratively I think it works really nicely (also, the sexual tension is off the charts).

I also looove how they actually fall into working together super easily - like they just... go off to fix the engine together - Fury specifically asks for Tony, but there’s no reason for Steve to be there, he just... is. Their teamwork is essential to get the helicarrier to stay on the air and the “it seems to run on some type of eletricity” line is hilarious.

Natasha totally WRECKED after escaping the Hulk answering Fury’s call with “I copy” is a great small moment.

This movie just... pairs Steve and Tony together a lot? Like, Steve straight up follows Tony after he storms out after their talk with Fury, to try to help him somehow. And then their talk about Coulson’s death is just... so full of small, important moments. Steve starts out very open and generally friendly - that makes Tony nervous, though, so he puts the armor on, calls Coulson an idiot. And I feel like Steve buys it to an extent, but he keeps the convo going and Tony’s emotions are clearer at each second. That’s how they get to the “first time you lost a soldier/we are not soldiers” exchange, and the thing is, I feel like Steve hits a nerve here, because Coulson IS the first innocent person Tony has watched getting killed AFTER he took on the identity of Iron Man - the first person who died “on his watch”, in a way. So it hits Tony hard.

But ALSO, Steve does get to him when he says they need to work together to beat Loki, and THEN through their talk Tony figures out where Loki is. They understand his plan through mutual cooperation.

“Son, just don’t” is one of my favorite and most underrated Steve moments. lol

I feel like an idiot, because I had completely forgotten Loki attempts to mind control Tony on the drink scene. Now I kind of want a fic where he succeeded.

Tony saying “his name was Phil” to Loki is a pay off moment from his “his name is Agent” line at the start of the movie. Never noticed that.

“I’m always angry” + THE 180° = Chills. Every time.

I love Steve positioning everyone in the fight, and I love Tony saying “call it, Captain” :D

Shoutout to that one chitauri who takes Steve’s cowl off. Thank u friend.

Hulk tossing Loki around like a rag doll never gets old.

I loove Tony going inside the huge chitauri monster and referencing Jonah.

One thing I really like about this movie is that the final battle is just an explosion of fun. All the action beats are character-specific and everyone has a role to play, which, in a team movie, is really excellent to watch.

Aww I didn’t remember the Hulk catching Tony when he fell. That’s sweet.

Look there’s a lot of stony fuel in this movie but EVEN IF THERE WEREN’T that SMILE Steve gives Tony when he’s joking about schwarma would still be enough to turn me into trash because what the fuck? what the actual fuck? it’s been like 15 movies and it’s still the brightest smile ever gave in the future??? holy shit

Finished it. Honestly, this is one of my favorite MCU movies. It doesn’t really do anything super new or deep with its characters, but it’s so FUN, and it’s well-structured enough that it goes by so fast and it’s just so generally enjoyable. I remember seeing it on the theaters when it came out, when I didn’t even know anything about the MCU, and still having a blast. It’s so fun. I love it.

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INTERVIEW: How Ranking of Kings Composer MAYUKO Found The Heart Of Bojji's Fantasy

  Bojji may be at the heart of Ranking of Kings, but that heart just wouldn't beat as loudly without an appropriately moving score. Thankfully, the anime adaptation of Sosuke Toka's manga knocks that particular ingredient out of the park thanks to the work of MAYUKO. We had the opportunity to speak with the composer about transitioning from the educational Innerspace of Cells at Work!, the influences and composition methods that fuel Ranking of Kings, and more. So crank up the volume on the soundtrack and read on for some insight! 

    What was your initial impression of Ranking of Kings when you joined the project as composer? Can you tell us a little about how you got involved in the first place? 

  MAYUKO: Although our first meeting was face-to-face through a mask, I got the impression that the Director, Yosuke Hatta, was a very serious person and very careful with his storyboard drawings. The Sound Director, Yasunori Ebina, seemed to have strong beliefs and gave us instructions quickly and clearly. I was also impressed that there were women producers. I think my work on Cells at Work! led to Ranking of Kings. I am deeply grateful to those who recommended me and thought, “Maybe MAYUKO can write music for Bojji,” and for those that chose me for this project.

  Ranking of Kings is very different from your other anime work so far. How did you approach creating music for the series after handling the soundtrack for something like Cells at Work? 

  MAYUKO: Cells at Work! takes place in a world of good and evil, whereas Ranking of Kings is a more emotionally moving, sensitive, and deep story. There were many battle scenes, but I made sure to remember that the most important thing was that the music was true to the themes of emotional turmoil, friendship, and love.

  The orchestral arrangements fit perfectly with the material. Did you experiment with any other musical styles before moving forward with this one or was it something the other staff members requested from the beginning? 

  MAYUKO: There was an initial request to use orchestral music to express the medieval atmosphere of Ranking of Kings. I also thought that this type of music was perfect, so I was able to proceed without hesitation.

    Is there any particular aspect of a series you focus on first when composing? Do you think of the setting, characters, or a combination of everything to guide the direction of the soundtrack? 

  MAYUKO: For any project, I start by reading the original work. I become a fan of the work by reading the lines aloud until I can draw different portraits of the characters. In this case, I played piano pieces by Beethoven and Chopin for several days before I started to compose. After completing my classical music study, I created “Theme of Bojji ” first. The birth of the main phrase, “Bojji and Kage,” is really where this anime starts. 

  Were there any specific fantasy titles that inspired your work or that you see as hallmarks of the genre worth studying? 

  MAYUKO: There are so many, but one of the best soundtracks is to West Side Story. I had just seen the new movie adaptation at the theater the day after it was released and have seen the stage production many times. I even danced as a member of the Jets at my school’s production of the musical (laughs). I can’t really make songs like Bernstein for this show — my favorite music and the music I make don’t necessarily go together. 

    It could be the visuals playing into this but some of the way the music is incorporated reminds me of classic RPG series like Dragon Quest. Have any composers in the video game industry influenced the development of your style?  

  MAYUKO: Great question. The only RPG game I ever got into was Dragon Quest and it was the Dragon Quest orchestral concert that I first begged my parents to let me attend. The song “Ouhi no Ketsudan ” is a bit like “Rondo (Castle Theme).” I aim for background music that is melodic enough to be sung, so there may be some overlap with Koichi Sugiyama and I, who wrote a lot of the popular songs. I know it sounds presumptuous, but … 

  Ranking of Kings has a delicate balance of a light adventuring aesthetic and darker and more violent narrative elements. How do you go about matching that tone with your compositions? 

  MAYUKO: Since there are no visuals when I start writing a song, I try to get into the world of the character instead. As for Bojji, when I decided to use the sopranino recorder as the main instrument for his theme, I was able to create it rather smoothly. Also, the voice actors’ vocal samples were very helpful. While listening to the lines, I checked various things, such as the tension of the chorus, the tempo, and so on.

    The stakes get higher and higher as the story progresses. How does this affect the way you compose overarching themes and motifs for the series?   

  MAYUKO: The music of Ouken, the powerful enemy in the latter half of the show, is probably the key. The music of Ouken uses the sound of cathedral bells — the metallic sound of the bells gave me the same impression as the metallic sound of his armor-clad body. In an instant, he’s a bad guy! My favorite song is “Senritsu,” which was created by bumping the notes by semitones to make the audience think, “I’m not sure what is happening.”

  You have a keen grasp on conveying a foreboding atmosphere, especially with songs that play during key Ouken scenes. Do you find yourself drawn to certain moods more than others, whether they be themes of horror, hope, or something else entirely? 

  MAYUKO: There was a request to make Ouken’s music “not human” and a bit wacky and crazy, so I think I was able to create it with a lot of energy. I have always personally been good at creating warm and emotional songs, songs like “Bojji to Kage no Yujyo ” “Dakishimetekureru Sonzai,” etc. 

    This might be a tough one, but do you have a favorite Ranking of Kings character? You can totally say Bojji if that's the case, he's amazing! 

  MAYUKO: It’s Hiling! A loving mother. There are a lot of characters who would be long dead if it weren’t for her. She is a super important character. I also love Despa, who has many wise words — I wish he would train me!

  The 91-track Ranking of Kings soundtrack is now available everywhere from Milan Records.

      Joseph Luster is the Games and Web editor at Otaku USA Magazine. You can read his comics at subhumanzoids. Follow him on Twitter @Moldilox.

By: Joseph Luster

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Dusk Till Dawn

Part 2 of Blame

Paring: Victoria x MC (Jessica)

Song: Dusk Till Dawn by ZAYN ft. Sia

Summary: “Oh god, I miss you. But I can’t- I’m not doing this.”

Or

I’ll be with you from dusk til dawn.

Notes: Sorry this is so late. Tumblr.mobile hates me. Y'all know how this work. Listen to the song as you read. Part three will be out…when I post it.

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The Iowa air was way easier to breathe than in L.A. It was one of the lone things she liked about the barren state. There was just something about being able to take a deep breath and not choke to death.

These are the only times she wishes she was in that god forbidden state. These are the only times she wishes she was laying in green grass staring up at those god forbidden stars. Stars she had no business reaching.

Yet, she tried. She jumped and climbed, over obstacles she had created for herself, obstacles others had created for her. She shouldn’t be so surprised she missed.

“Are you okay?” She jumped at the question, realizing for the first time Chazz was standing in her line of sight. She had forgotten he was even here, despite this being his apartment.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little jet-lagged.” It wasn’t a lie. Not completely. She had just came in from Iowa to visit Chazz and Seth for the month. She wasn’t the least bit tired, however. If anything she was on edge.

“Oh, well. I get that. Do you want to pick this back up tommorow? After you’re fully rested?” Chazz closed his binder he had been skimming through. Jessica rolled her eyes at him, “I don’t know why you bother. I told you I’m not coming back. I’m only here for a month to visit. I’m on vacation.” She makes sure to say the last three words slowly so he’ll understand.

“Wow. Really? I thought that was a euphemism for ‘Chazz, please find me a job as soon as possible.’” Jessica tried her damnedest to ignore him. She huffed to herself before standing up and walking out of the room hurriedly.

“I don’t know where you’re sulking off to. You’re staying in the guest room, remember?” Chazz called after Jessica with an bemused grin on his face.

Jessica gave him the finger in response. He just chuckled.

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Victoria blinked rapidly. Her eyes had glazed over again. It wasn’t her fault. Not completely. This was just the most boring meeting she had ever been in. It didn’t help that her mind was elsewhere.

She had been thinking about that day more than she cared to admit.

Nowadays nothing seemed to be going as she hoped. Albeit, her career plummeting into the green earth was way less of a problem these days.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, she’s not quite sure, that left room for her mind to wander all over the place. And more often than not, to Jessica.

At least she can think her name without her heart clenching desperately. Victoria counted that as progress.

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Victoria isn’t sure which surprised her more. That fact that she actually conjured up the courage to kiss the woman, or that she kissed back.

Jessica gasped into her mouth slightly. She’s surprised she didn’t pull away too. Not because she doesn’t want to be making out with the older woman, more because she’s extremely stubborn and has to stick to something even if she doesn’t want to half way through. She has a complex.

Jessica can’t stay mad at Victoria no matter how hard she tries, however.

The kiss ends naturally a few seconds later. They stare at each other unmoving. Then the doubt started to creep in.

It rolled in faster for Victoria. She’s the one that initiated this and neither of them are saying anything about it. Especially not the one she needs to.

Victoria backed up slightly.

Jessica frowned, and Victoria was half way out the door.

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Victoria breathed an obnoxiously loud sigh of relief as the meeting ended. The old white men that had been around her frowned with a disapproving glare. She shrugged. If they really had a problem, she could always fire them. She owned the building after all.

The actress frantically rubbed at her temples, trying to stave off the inevitable oncoming headache.

She opens her eyes just in time to not run over the person walking her way. She stops in her tracks.

“Hi.”

Jessica smiled shyly, “Hey. We’ve got to stop running into each other like this.”

Victoria grimaced slightly, “We do.”

That silence is back. Victoria still hates it.

“Do you want-maybe-we need to talk.” She stutters over her words an embarrassing amount. Which is scary because Victoria Fontaine has never stuttered a day in her life.

Jessica nods and pulled them into the nearest empty room.

“What did you want to-”

“I miss you.” Diffrenet emotions flick through the younger woman’s eyes. Happiness, contempt, anger, sadness. Her inner turmoil eventually settled on fear.

“Oh god, I miss you too. But I can’t- I’m not doing this again.” She’s afraid and she’s not scared to admit it. Victoria is anything if not unpredictable. And that’s not something she wants to rely on.

Victoria’s eye twitches and she huffs a bit because Jessica isn’t getting it. “No. I like 'never want to be without you ever again’ miss you.” Her arms wave around in a frantic gesture.

Jessica grimaces because same here. “Um, yeah welcome to the club. Not my fault you keep running away. What’s your point?”

“My point? My point is I’m in love with you, dumbass!” Victoria’s arms wave again.

“Oh.”

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On the Coastal Tip of Jamaica, actress Candice Patton stands barefoot in a sheer yellow dress before settling turquoise waters. Her arms sway back and forth as the Caribbean air billows through the thigh-high slit. She gives the camera a small smile as the sun radiates off her skin and the tide tiptoes towards the shore. The Instagram boomerang I’m glancing at has now been viewed over 200,000 times by her 1.2 million-user following.

It’s mid-June; a median between two milestones in Candice’s life - two weeks before her 29th birthday, and two weeks after the Season 3 finale of The Flash aired in homes nationwide. The superhero fiction show, based on the DC Comics character of the same name, stars Candice as Iris West, opposite Grant Gustin as the titular hero, Barry Allen. In the last three years, The Flash has garnered over 15 awards, with Candice herself most recently winning a Saturn Award for “Best Supporting Actress on Television”. It makes sense that CBS Watch! Magazine would send her over to the Caribbean for a photoshoot. 

The CW star calls me from her residence in Los Angeles on a Friday afternoon, after her trip in Jamaica. I expect her to sound exhausted from her jet setting, but she’s not. To my astoundment, there’s a lot on her mind. I come to realize that, unlike Iris West, Candice Patton is equipped with a power of her own.

The Mississippi-born and Texas-bred thespian participated in school productions and out of school drama programs throughout her entire life. In high school, Candice was a cheerleader until she tore her anterior cruciate ligament during her senior year. The injury kept her benched for the remainder of the season, but allowed her to focus on acting. She ended up pursuing theatre at Southern Methodist University in Dallas the following year.

“Acting was always something that empowered me and gave me joy,” she says. When I was younger, I never really thought about acting professionally, but it gave me a huge outlet for my own personal struggles.” After graduating with a BFA in Theatre from SMU in 2007, Candice moved to Los Angeles, where she has lived ever since. “There’s something about being young enough and innocent enough to think that anything is possible,” she says. “I don’t think I would have made the move if I was older.” As it turns out, making that move would be the first step in her journey towards her television debut.

In Los Angeles, Candice felt she was sucked into an atmosphere bathed in superficiality. To her, home was only a four-hour flight away, but felt much, much further. Immersed in a culture she had never experienced before, she didn’t feel like a perfect fit. “You’re eating new foods and everything’s so healthy and people are obsessed with the way they look,” Candice says. “It was hard for me to feel like I had a place in L.A. or that I was cool enough to think I could even be an actress and contend with all these other people.” In the midst of the culture shock and the absence of southern hospitality, Candice motivated herself to audition for anything and everything. And in doing so, she understood just how unsympathetic the entertainment industry was. “I was getting rejected day in and day out,” she continues. She pauses briefly then says, “I really don’t know how I survived.”

Between her adjusting lifestyle, ongoing rejection, and daunting insecurities, the pressure to cultivate her own niche began to rise. Candice was in the right rooms with the wrong people - managers, friends, and industry outsiders who all had hot takes on how success was achieved in that city. “I was told I had to be a certain weight, or to look more like some other girl,” she recalls. “I felt the pressure of that then and I still feel the pressure of that now.” Despite the unsolicited advice from her peers, Candice continued to do what she knew best - working hard, working well, and committing to her craft. “I had to keep putting one foot in front of the other until something turned around,” she says. “I’m glad I stuck with it as long as I did.” By 2012, Candice’s acting repertoire included appearances on Entourage, Heroes, CSI: Miami, Grey’s Anatomy, Rizzoli & Isles, and The Game. And then came 2013.

In the weeks before pilot season that year, Candice received an email from her manager. Arrow co-creators Greg Berlanti and Andrew Kreisberg were casting for their newest DC Comics series, The Flash. Grant Gustin, who appeared twice on the hooded-vigilante series as Barry Allen, reprised his lead role. The planned backdoor pilot was cancelled in favor of a traditional higher-budgeted pilot by networks executives who were impressed by early screenings of Grant’s appearances on Arrow. The e-mail from her manager read, ‘This is your role. It’s perfect for you.’

The Flash follows the chronicles of socially awkward CSI Barry Allen and the aftermath of his mother’s supernatural murder. Candice auditioned for the role of journalist Iris West, the daughter of Detective Joe West, and Barry’s childhood best friend. “I was thrilled to be going in for a lead female role that isn’t traditionally played by an African-American,” Candice says. “And deep down, I always wanted to be part of some superhero show or film.”

In Season 3 of The Flash, Barry runs back to his childhood home to prevent his mother’s murder. After saving Nora Allen from the Reverse Flash, he creates an alternate reality called Flashpoint. The famous comic crossover story arc details an altered universe in which Barry Allen is the only person aware of the differences between the original timeline and the altered one. This heart-wrenching season of was pieced around Iris’ forecasted murder and Team Flash’s attempt to stop it. It’s clear her character’s resilience is an important sticking point. “Iris is visibly fearless, even when she’s vulnerable. Strong women are capable of experiencing fear, but then choose to find the strength to move forward. That’s what Iris does,” Candice says.

She’s loyal to Barry, to Wally, to her dad, and Team Flash,” Candice continues, noting that Iris spends most of her time at S.T.A.R. Labs than she does at her actual job. “She doesn’t have powers but that doesn’t get in the way of her trying to contribute. I think she’s a character that both men and women can admire.”

The Season 3 finale of The Flash premiered on May 23, 2017, the coincidental date of Iris West’s prophesied death. Fans witnessed the loss, the betrayal, and the fate worse than death - tragedies foretold by the season’s big bad, Savitar, in previous episodes. Above all else, they watched the long-awaited development of West-Allen, the ongoing fan-favorite nickname for Barry and Iris. “This season was filled with so much emotional turmoil,” Candice says, laughing on the other end of the line. “And right when you think they’re back on track and can finally plan their wedding, they can’t.”     

In the season’s final moments, The Flash made some poignant, if not complete strides. After conquering the darkness that monopolized Barry’s entire year and the anticipated unveiling of Savitar, “Finish Line” propels the series into potential plot twists and upcoming comic book villains. Regrettably, like most season finales, it’s cut too short. The Speed Force wreaks havoc above Central City, demanding a new speedster to take the place of the beloved Jay Garrick. Barry accepts his imprisonment for creating Flashpoint, leaving Iris, Joe, Wally, and all of Team Flash behind. “It’s The Flash,” Candice laughs. “You never know what you’re going to get. There’ll be more drama.” The conflict is expected, regardless of who ends up in that revered red suit.

Among other running shows on the network, The Flash is notable for their racially diverse cast. The core ensemble is comprised of Caucasians, African-Americans, and Latinos alike, with other minorities starring as citizens or city villains. “The diversity in The Flash is indicative of the world that we live in,” Candice says. “The more we see it on television, the more we resonate with it because it looks like our real life.”

In a 2016 comprehensive report published by USC Annenberg on the Diversity in Entertainment, The CW ranked second in the Television and Digital Distributor Inclusion Index. They were titled “Largely Exclusive” if not “Fully Exclusive” in their high percentage of female character inclusion, as well as female creators and writers. On cable television alone, over 51% of 138 shows lack Asian-speaking roles with 23% lacking African-American speaking roles. As an African-American woman herself, Candice beams with pride when I mention her network’s forefront position of this landscape. “We need more women and we need more people of color in any industry,” she says. “Some people don’t even think about it, and it’s imperative that they do.”

In 2016, Huffington Post surveyed U.S. adults and found only one in five white people believed Hollywood does not provide adequate roles to minorities. Over 60% of white people were pleased by the number of films featuring racial minorities. Black Americans, however, disagreed. 87% believed the entertainment industry does not provide enough opportunities to racial minorities.  Candice is one of them. “Diversity is so imperative and I don’t think people quite understand how it changes the way people view themselves,” she says. “If you go to the movies and you see the President of the United States is Asian, you then believe that it is possible.”

After a recent phone call with producers of The Flash, Candice knows a few things about the upcoming season, mainly plot points for her character. “Other than that, I don’t know too much and I don’t want to know too much,” she says. They began filming Season 4 in Vancouver on July 3. “Think of me when you’re watching fireworks and grilling burgers,” she says to me. When filming 10 months out of the year in Canada, the cast tends to miss major holidays - Independence Day, for one. In the other two hiatus months, Candice flies back and forth between Los Angeles and Texas where her parents, brother and baby niece and nephew reside. “I love my job and I’m humbled to do this for a living, but it’s hard being away from friends and family for so long,” she says. “I really cherish the two months I have off with them.” In time, Candice hopes to write and produce her own material, as well as shifting her focus into film - two things that need to be put on hold or shot in between filming The Flash. “There’s a part of me that really wants to have a film career and do gritty, independent features,” she says. “As a woman in this business, I would love to dabble in directing. That would be challenging but fulfilling for me.”

The actress’ passion for diversity is evident in all she does. It’s only one of many reasons why her work in the industry is nowhere near finished, especially with other women of color combatting that same crusade. Candice is on the cutting edge of reshaping the diversity issue in Hollywood, as her idols Lena Hornes and Halle Berry did before. “They cracked the door open for me and I’m trying to keep it open for the young girls who are watching me on The Flash right now,” she says. “Future women of color will come after me and audition for a lead role opposite a white guy, too. Helping those behind you is where true success comes from.”

Two weeks after our phone call, I check Candice’s Instagram. Her most recent post is a video, likely captured by a friend. She’s half asleep on a bed, surrounded by her castmates and closest cohorts singing “Happy Birthday” to her. She briefly turns her head to face them, but almost immediately retreats back into her pillow. The caption reads, ‘When it’s ya birthday but nap is life.’ I laugh to myself before recalling something Candice said to me two weeks ago. “If I never act again, I want people to say I opened doors and broke down boundaries in this industry,” she says. “I know I’ll have succeeded then.” That nap is well deserved, Candice. You’ve got some business to take care of. 

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Gameplay Arcs - A Journey through Abzu

There are two central tenets to any narrative: story and plot. The former provides a chronological framework and can be as short as a sentence. The latter presents a causal narrative of those events and is the novel itself. It is how the story is presented, not what it is; It is because instead of and. The rules governing a plot’s construction are put in place to ensure that the appropriate emotional journey is elicited at every point of the tale, for both protagonist and, by extension, viewer/reader. These rules have been formalised into works like The Hero's Journey which has been further broken down into simplified 5 and 8 point arcs for modern audiences. Their purpose is to force a character or situation to always move from one state to another, effecting change. For without because, actions become meaningless and incoherent, creating an empathetic divide for those of us attempting to look into this other world. 

However, to distil plot points into a mere list of causative events is to miss just how they drive those emotions. Kurt Vonnegut attempted to map the simple shape of stories into “beautiful… curves” whose undulating lines craft a direct visual representation of the peaks and nadirs of human emotionality. For him, the emotional trajectory of a story became as much a driver of reader interest as the plot, cementing the impact of actions and events. The shapes they drew across various genres display echoes of a common human experience as well as a practical framework for telling resonant stories. This framework is as applicable to the unique interactive elements of games as any other medium.

In fact, games are able to build upon these common tropes to drive home this impact even further through direct gameplay. Whereas traditional media relies on emotional evocation to sell the plot points of a tale, games can make use of interactivity to add another layer of subconscious validation to events. To demonstrate this, one need only look at two examples of ostensibly similar titles that fail and succeed here in equal measure.

Journey (2012) and Abzu (2016) are games with a shared DNA. Despite being released nearly half a decade apart, there are numerous thematic consistencies likely brought about by shared creative talent. Tina Kowalewski, Matt Nava and Austin Wintory all having collaborated together once more. And yet, while the audio-visual design remains best in class, the game fell flat for many. This inability to connect was incorrectly attributed to structural over-familiarity. However, it was in fact the lack of mechanical variation that was the culprit and, consequently, the failure to reinforce those audio-visual emotional beats.

Both titles adhere to the narrative framework introduced above in developing character arcs and affecting change within their worlds in terms of story and plot. Furthermore, neither title forgoes utilizing every aspect of their music and graphic design to drive home these changes. A simple glance at the colour palette of each game demonstrates an iridescent spectrum of tones that shift in line with the protagonist’s current emotional state. Both Journey and Abzu can be neatly divided into nine chapters, each of which has an overriding internal thematic consistency. By taking the most common colour present within each level, you’re able to construct the following visual breakdowns.

They both introduce us into their worlds with lighter, playful hues (Acts 1-2) before darkening colours as we familiarize ourselves with our surroundings (Acts 3-4). These then shift into colder palettes as a mirror of the character’s turmoil when we first come across adversarial elements of play (Acts 5-6). On overcoming this initial obstacle, we’re taken back to a familiar visual theme as a brief moment of respite (Act 7). However, it’s darker in tone than before to emphasize the explicit changes that have taken place within the world and the implicit within our protagonist. The emotional gut punch of the final act then brings in new, harsher palettes before culminating in an explosion of bright, golden hues for the denouement (Acts 8-9). A mirrored comparison below allows you to follow just how similar both titles are in their artistic choices and execution.

Where Journey excels is in linking this emotional journey with the player’s input, providing a mechanical, as well as audio-visual, thematic consistency within each level. When arcs in contemporary drama bring a character to a low point, they do so by removing the structures upon which a character is reliant, forcing them to find new strength without. Alternatively, a string of soaring successes are sewn together with a sense of staggering empowerment. Each level in Journey edits the base game mechanics such that they map the current emotional state onto how capable the character is within the game world. Below is a breakdown of player ability on a level by level basis. Numbers are ascribed on a scale of 1-6 to designate how empowered the player feels at the start of the game and by the end of each act.

Using the bolded values above, you can create a visual representation that echoes the aforementioned dramatic theories. In doing so, it becomes clear that the mechanical arc of the title is identical to the narrative arcs prescribed in the analysis of authors such as Vonnegut or Joseph Campbell. The player’s ability to control the character ebbs and flows in direct correlation to the relevant intended emotional state, reinforcing both narrative and impact.

If one were to repeat a similar exercise with Abzu, two things become apparent; namely, that the game misses the ‘Innovation’ and ‘Desperation’ steps. Abzu attempts to emulate the success of the drifting sequences in Journey through fast moving vignettes where your character is thrust forward via a jet stream. However, in terms of actual player control, your interactions don’t matter since the section is essentially on rails. Nor does it seed the prior levels with transient discoveries of this new potential mechanic. It sets the pace as a visual palette cleanser but fails to do so via mechanical pacing. Finally, in terms of ‘Desperation’, the character’s emotional nadir is explicitly told through a cut-scene and never represented in gameplay terms. It’s a huge missed opportunity that, in concert with an inability to build upon base mechanics, works to undermine the gameplay arc and level out the below chart, resulting in the ‘flat’ gameplay experience brought up earlier.

Abzu is fundamentally a victim of its own design. By starting the player with essentially full freedom of movement in a 360 degree arc due to the nature of the underwater setting, there’s nowhere for the player to go in terms of mechanical progression. As such, you’ll notice that the line above starts at a much higher initial position. However, even then, neither does it choose to limit your control during moments of emotional distress outside of two sequences where you’re forced to avoid mines. Consequently, it fails to hit the same highs or lows as Journey and is unable to reinforce its themes via player input.

In order to tell an affecting story, you need to utilise all elements at your disposal. Games present a unique challenge in that the rules for how to wrap gameplay around stories have yet to be fully set in stone. However, that doesn’t mean that we can’t attempt to map the lessons learned from centuries of other media onto them. Whilst the methods in which we interact with new media may change, the emotional drivers behind them and responses to them have not and will not.

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The six Jolie-Pitt kids have already endured their fair share of emotional roller coasters in recent years, so among all the celebrity kids facing coornavirus lockdown, they may be better equipped than most. And after years of traveling the world from Cambodia to New Mexico to Europe because of the work of their famous parents, maybe the kids are enjoying the chance to finally have more of an established routine.The young people - Maddox, 18, Pax, 16, Zahara, 15, Shiloh, 13 and the twins Vivienne and Knox - have also been schooled at home for years and certainly have a lot of interests and hobbies to keep them happy. and in good health while remaining safe from danger in both parents.Earlier this month, Angie wrote for Time magazine about how "COVID-19 cut their friends' kids, their regular schooling and their freedom of movement." Here DailyMail.com breaks down the daily lives of his children and Brad during the pandemic. Six Jolie-Pitt children in their 40s traveling between their famous parents' homes in Los Angeles, California - just five minutes from each other Children are used to traveling the world from Cambodia to New Mexico to Europe due to the work of their famous parents, but they are now settling inDad time Angie and Brad's children have gone through the turmoil of their parents' acrimonious divorce, which is still being finalized five years after their separationWhen Angie filed for divorce from Brad in September 2016, she asked for sole custody of their children - and even accused him of mistreatment.But the former couple would have concluded a custody agreement in November 2018 in which Angie retains primary custody, but Brad still has a lot of visiting time.In recent times, children have been transported by shuttle between neighboring Angie and Brad resorts to Los Feliz by bodyguards and drivers.The only exception is Maddox, who as an adult can do whatever he wants and has publicly mentioned his icy relationship with Brad.After all, it is believed that an argument between father and son on a private jet was the last straw, which led Angie to seek a divorce.For the rest of the clan, the one-block home of Oscar winner Brad - who he bought for $ 1.7 million in 1994 before buying an adjoining property as his family grew up - is a paradise for active children. Brad's house - which he bought for $ 1.7 million in 1994 before buying an adjoining property as his family grew - is a paradise for active children In recent times, children have been transported by shuttle from Angie's home (above) to Brad's neighboring premises in Los Feliz by bodyguards and drivers.It has two outdoor pools, a giant trampoline and a huge skateboard bowl to help children stay fit and healthy during the pandemic.There is also plenty of room for Zahara and Shiloh to practice their favorite sport, soccer.Last year, Angie said publicly that she would like to live abroad, but that she will have to wait until all the children are 18.She told Harper's Bazaar, "Right now, I have to settle down where their father chooses to live."However, legal experts say the children's education modification agreement reached last month suggests that the former couple are now more willing to find common ground.Los Angeles family law attorney Kelly Chang Rickert told DailyMail.com: "It seems to show that they are much more cooperative and reach agreements since the start of the divorce."Brad has been cleared of Angie's allegations of child abuse with no charges laid. Each of their children has their own interests, with Zahara, 15, interested in jewelry and even created his own collection with the best designer Robert Procop Children seen on a Starbucks race and trip with Target with mom Angie last year when she transferred them to New Mexico Education While many parents were forced to send the children into school for the first time during the lockout, Angie has long supported the method.Last week it emerged that the 44-year-old had made an agreement with Brad, 56, that the children would receive a more `` traditional '' education - but that will not be until the order to stay at home is not lifted.The Oscar winner explained in 2016 that one of the reasons she decided to send children to school at home was the diversity of their origins - the three elders were born in Cambodia, Vietnam and Ethiopia before d 'be adopted.Angie said, "It bothered me how little I was taught at school.“I worry about the education of my children. I go to school at home partly because they come from all over the world and ... I didn't want them to have the same education as me when it came to Vietnam or Cambodia. Last year, his eldest son, Maddox, continued his studies in biotechnology and life sciences at Yonsei University in Seoul, South Korea (photo from the first day of school), but returned in reason for the coroanvirus pandemic Shiloh Jolie-Pitt and his brother Knox take robotics lessons and were seen escorted by a nanny Last year, his eldest son, Maddox, continued his studies in biotechnology and life sciences at Yonsei University in Seoul, South Korea.But he was forced to return to Los Angeles after his first year was interrupted by the coronavirus crisis last month.The 18-year-old is said to use his downtime at the 24-million-dollar Angie mansion in Los Feliz to focus on his Korean and Russian studies.Meanwhile, his younger siblings rely on tutors supervised by Angie for basic subjects such as reading and arithmetic as well as additional lessons for learning languages ​​and musical instruments such as guitar for Shiloh.Their teachers will likely use videoconferencing for their lessons while the order to stay at home in California remains in place.Hobbies and hobbiesJolie-Pitt children enjoy a very wide range of hobbies - including martial arts, robotics, juggling, photography, and jewelry design.The twins Vivienne and Knox should certainly not be embarrassed - the younger sister Jolie learns karate while her twin brother Knox takes arms lessons.Angie even joked that she used the twin lessons to prepare for her next role in the Marvel superhero film The Eternals.Meanwhile, Pax started boxing after Angie personally found him a private instructor at a Los Angeles boxing club. Pax started boxing after Angie personally found him a private instructor at an LA boxing clubKnox and Shiloh have been described as `` standouts '' in a robotics class they attend in the City of Angels, while Shiloh is also passionate about juggling and photography.And Zahara is interested in jewelry and has even created her own collection with the famous designer Robert Procop.The lessons taken by the children will have been suspended for now, but they can still refine their skills while being locked up with their parents.The Jolie-Pitt kids also love to eat out and were spotted in a sushi restaurant during their stay in New Mexico when their mother filmed the next film `` Those Who Wish Me Dead '' last year.Although dinner is not an option at this time, it is still possible to have takeaway sushi delivered to the family door. The twins Knox and Vivienne both take karate. Knox was seen outside his studio while Angie attended Vivienne's karate graduation Play with animals The Brangie group is known for having a great passion for animals - including dogs, a rabbit, caged birds, gerbils and goldfish.And what better way to keep spirits during these difficult times than with pets?The family adopted two dogs after returning to California full-time after years of living in the south of France.In January, Angie was seen with Vivienne walking the dogs - a Rottweiler and a Pit Bull mix - after leaving a pet groomer.The children also grew up with Brad's British Bulldog, Jacques, as a trusted companion.And during their stay in New Mexico last year, bodyguards were seen with another small dog and buying animal cages from a pet store. The Brangie group is known for having a great passion for animals - including dogs, a rabbit, caged birds, gerbils and goldfish. Vivienne is seen carrying an adorable dog While in New Mexico last year, bodyguards were seen buying animal cages from a pet store The youngest in the pack, Vivienne, 10, was seen holding a small dog with a bodyguard Maddox and Pax were bought gerbils and goldfish when they were young, while Shiloh was seen earlier this year coming out of a pet store with a pet bird in a cage.Vivienne also appears to have a rabbit after being spotted carrying the gray and white rabbit in a forward-facing pet container.Children love animals so much that they are even known to do their part to help animals in need.Last year, it was revealed that Vivienne, Knox and Shiloh had sold organic dog treats they made to help raise money for an animal rescue charity. Vivienne and Angie were seen visiting a pet store in 2017 Help and support staff hired Children of Hollywood's millionaire superstars, the Jolie-Pitt clan is constantly surrounded by a team of security guards, babysitters, guardians and drivers.It has been widely reported that Angie is a contactless mom who allows her children to make their own rules and live a carefree life.At the same time, she would be very attentive to whom she entrusted the care of her children and constantly concerned for their safety.Former bodyguard Mark Billingham even went so far as to say that he had spent so much time with the children that he felt like he was "begetting them, roughly."Young "moron" Oliver Crane is thought to be Angie's help leader these days - at least from the point of view of her children. The young `` moron '' Oliver Crane is thought to be Angie's team leader these days - at least from the point of view of his children. The Jolie-Pitt clan is constantly surrounded by a team of security guards, nannies, tutors and drivers New security guard accompanies Shiloh and Angie to shop at guitar store Angie's son, Angie's longtime stunt coordinator, Simon Crane, `` mature and conscientious '', Oliver would be more a friend than a nanny for Jolie-Pitt children.After being photographed dropping off Shiloh and Knox during a robotics class in November 2018, it was revealed that he was particularly close to the pair due to their shared love of all things `` geeky '' .Oliver also reportedly accompanied Angie and Maddox when the proud mother traveled to South Korea to drop her older child off at university in August of last year.It is unclear whether the young man, who is in his twenties, stayed with the children during the lockdown.But given her close connection to the children and Angie's dependence on him, this seems very likely. Angie would be very attentive to whom she entrusts the care of her children and constantly concerned for their safety.Calls to relatives Angie has had many ups and downs with her Oscar-winning father Jon Voight, but they're on good terms again these days - and it looks like the kids have played a key role in their reconciliation.Speaking in 2017, Angie revealed: `` Jon and I got to know each other - thanks to the grandchildren now - [and] we find a new relationship.For his part, the actor from Midnight Cowboy recently said how grateful he was to be able to spend time with Angie and the children.Given his age, Jon is considered at risk for COVID-19, so he probably won't be visiting during the lockdown - but he's sure he stayed in touch. Angie revealed she and father and separate actor Jon Voight are working on their relationship, while her mother died in 2007 The children have a close relationship with Brad's parents, Jane and Bill, and remain in contact with the couple - despite allegations that Angie had prevented them from meeting after the divorce.Unfortunately, the children were unable to rub shoulders with Angie's mother, Marcheline Bertrand, long after her death from ovarian cancer in 2007.They had a close relationship with Brad's parents, Jane and Bill, and stayed in touch with the couple - despite allegations that Angie had prevented them from meeting after the divorce.There is no doubt that Brad will have his friends - who still live in his hometown of Springfield, Missouri - on Zoom video chats with their grandchildren until the coronavirus crisis ends. https://oltnews.com/how-angelina-jolie-and-brad-pitts-brinaie-brunch-spends-coronavirus-locking-daily-mail?_unique_id=5e9f3bfa9bf33

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Pop Culture

The epitome of what huffing and puffing can get you. Armando Christian Perez goes by many names -- most notably known as Mr. 305, Mr. Worldwide, Mr. Todo El Mundo, or by his stage Pitbull. He is the voice behind all guilty pleasure songs, his music dominates dance floors globally. His vivacious enthusiasm captivates audiences in sold out tours. A man of thousands of suits. Tightly fitted high rise pants, half-buttoned up shirts with the collar poking, always paired sharply with a blazer and signature brown-tinted sunglasses. He is the man who never left the 305. A man with feet deeply planted and rooted in Calle Ocho and Jose Marti. No amount of fame can snatch that away. His Cuban spirit radiates brilliantly through his sound and style. His morals are never hypocritical, and he pushes his followers to believe. Dream boldly.

In a internet society reigned tightly and firmly by the social media elites, Armando Christian Perez vibrately outshines them, and all others. While many know him for his hit songs and stereotype, Pitbull is misjudged and not taken seriously in society. As political turmoil became heavy in Cuba when the Castros looked after the nation, Pitbull stood firm on his stance of never wanting to perform there. To him, his Cuban heritage means everything because his parents were Cuban immigrants. As a boy in Miami, growing up in Little Havana, he saw the emotional trauma his people went through and did not want to support a nation that caused so much distress onto his own people. As well, continues causing stress. His dreams and aspirations took him very far, through hard work. His name is synonymous of persistent. A man who never gives up. He describes the earlier stages of his career as difficult. Constantly dealing with rejection from many record labels begins to sting, all until one finally opened their door to him. Since then, he has been pushing everyone else to follow their dreams. Pitbull constantly uses his social media platform, like Twitter, to motivate his followers to “always rise up and keep moving forward.” He advocates to dare to dream, to inspire, and work hard.

Pitbull wants to create better. To give opportunities to those who were in his situation before he achieved stardom and fame. He believes everyone should take time and appreciate every opportunity, and it’s all he aims to do in his career. A lot of philanthropy work is dedicated to the youth and his fellow Cubans. He is an Ambassador at the Miami Children’s Health Foundation since his heart lies deeply in helping children. In addition to this, since prospering in his career, he has helped open two charter schools in Miami and Las Vegas because he believes education and knowledge is the key to success. Even when Hurricane Maria struck the island of Puerto Rican, Pitbull felt it in his heart to be there, not only for his people, but the people. He generously donated his private jet to fly Puerto Ricans with cancer to hospitals in the United States to continue their treatment, and better. He also has advocated heavily for clean water, and access to safe, clean water for all.

Pitbull is a man of giving back, of never forgetting about where he came from. He is not ashamed, but proud. He carries his pride in his career and it makes him the most distinct and noticable figure in society.

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Character Survey

Character Chart

Character’s full name: Saraniel Rosefeather.

Reason or meaning of name: Saraniel is a shameless elf-ified version of the name Sarah and can also be shortened quite easily to just Sara by those who know her well. Rosefeather was chosen as her surname due to the character’s emotional center being based upon the ideals of a hopeless romantic who was pushed too far by the events surrounding her.

Character’s nickname: Vigil.

Reason for nickname: She took the name Vigil following the death of her mate, signifying that the person she was before and the life she knew was decisively finished. In recent times, Vigil is somewhat of a mantle that she can use to separate herself from getting to close too others, and is very much her ‘business name’ as it were. As it is, those able to recall her by first name can be easily counted on one hand.

Birth date: 22nd of February, same as her player’s.

Physical appearance

Age: 1322.

How old does he/she appear: Quite youthful, and by human standards she’d appear in the prime of her early twenties.

Height: 6′ 11″.

Body build: Lithe and fit, small-chested. She has the physique that might be expected of a gymnast or an acrobat. Still muscled enough to throw a strike, but made more for agility than strength.

Eye color: Burning felfire orbs.

Blindfold: She typically wears her blindfold at all times to avoid too many distracting sensations through her spectral sight, though when alone or with people she knows will not mind staring into unblocked pits of felfire; she’ll sometimes take it off.

Skin tone: Pale pink, nearing a shade of white due to her continual use of fel magic. This is consequently the trait that also earned her title as ‘The Ashen Rose of Winterspring’, when her mother was tracking her down prior to the Third Invasion of the Burning Legion.

Distinguishing marks: A felfire burn scar mars the right side of her face, and she is missing her left arm from about the elbow. She also bears the ritual tattooing of the Illidari spread across her body.

Predominant features: The previously mentioned scar and missing arm, as well as her demonic mutations: Soft scales upon her shoulders and down across her back, horns sprouting upwards from her skull, felfire sockets.

Hair color: Jet Black, formerly Verdant Green before she absorbed vast quantities of fel magic.

Type of hair: Medium length, soft, wispy, and straight.

Hairstyle: Typically worn back and sometimes fashioned to one side.

Voice: Her voice is deceptively gentle despite the ruminations of the demonic quality that possesses it, and she speaks with a sort of lyrical cadence measured upon each word. When brought to anger or desperation, however, she doesn’t withhold from devolving into a shrieking, screaming rage. For a voice reference, the closest example at present might be Jena Malone.

Overall attractiveness: Despite her burn scar and demonic mutations, she retains her natural beauty and could be considered quite attractive. This isn’t particularly surprising considering her demonic bind, which probably only adds to her appearance (when she obtained a demon soul, it did come with a tiny bit more ‘personality’, thus bringing her closer to average in that department).

Physical disabilities: She is missing her left arm from about where the elbow begins, though compensates through this by her use of a felsteel prosthetic. It is, however, something that hinders her and affects her when she is not wearing it.

Usual fashion of dress: Elaborate silks and everything of a fanciful quality, shoulder capes especially.

Favorite outfit: Her favorite outfit is fashioned in the sense of an acrobat’s silks, royal blue adorned with sparkling glitter throughout its showings. The material is thin enough to be slightly transparent, and thus is more akin to an elegant form of nightwear than anything else. Off her left arm, a sleeve too long drapes where that arm’s stump ends to grant regal poise to the appearance.

Jewelry or accessories: A necklace created with a cured demonic tongue, adorned with various beaded decorations, and culminating in the image of a carved wooden Winterspring Frostsaber. Alongside a bracelet used to dim her fel aura around those whom would be made uncomfortable by it.

Personality

Good personality traits: She is passionate and caring for those that matter deeply to her, devoted to them ahead of nearly all other things. In the right circumstances, she can be seen to be exceedingly gentle and emotional, always connecting with feeling. This also means that she’ll burn down half the world to save the ones she loves. Love is the strongest guiding pillar of who she is.

Bad personality traits: She is often proven to be quite selfish and fleeting in her dealings with others. In most cases, she will inevitably put her own interests ahead of anything else and has no qualms with using others to see her goals accomplished. Though this is subverted in intention when a genuine connection exists between people she trusts, it still rarely stops her from actively pursuing her own desires of ahead of them. Also, remember this: She’ll burn down half the world to save the ones she loves. That was meant literally. She would burn down half the world, innocent or not, to save those she loves. It may also be noted here that love itself is also an inherently selfish thing at times.

Mood character is most often in:  Distant. After returning from her time within the Nether she has held difficulty in adjusting to a return to normal life and often finds herself at odds with the qualities her demonic soul has brought upon her. Every inclination of emotion is amplified tenfold, every passing thought made into a superbly genuine and felt expression; thus, she must take it upon herself to limit the hold this may have on her by keeping herself at an emotional distance.

Sense of humor: It exists, though usually turns up only in the playful banter she can share with those she is close to. The only time she’ll truly turn positively giggly is with a lover.

Character’s greatest joy in life: Her embrace of fel magic, and the intoxicating feelings of power that come along with that. Also, copious amounts of wine, and the normal intoxicating feelings that come along with that.

Character’s greatest fear: Failing to achieve the future she wants for herself, or more specifically, being subjected to the whims of fate without the ability to change that outcome through her own will.

Why? Her reason for turning to fel magic and becoming one of the Illidari was to defy what she believed was fated for her, and to make her future her own. To be robbed of that choice in any capacity would invalidate everything she has sacrificed to have come so far.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? If the Wardens decided to imprison the Illidari once more, she would be unable to foster any further connection with her people and be forced into seclusion once more.

Character is most at ease when: In a quiet place around a select few people she trusts or entirely alone, and especially when there is a steady supply of wine nearby.

Most ill at ease when: When she is guilty over something that she has done and is being talked to about it with people that she cares about.

Enraged when: Her people’s future is threatened and when they are blatantly disrespected, especially by others of the Illidari. Though her most profound rage comes when she sees her people suffering and perceives the Goddess, Elune, as doing nothing.

Depressed or sad when: She remembers the person she was before and thinks about the things she’s done since. Not that she regrets her decisions in the slightest (in fact, she’s quite proud of her choices), but she still mourns the events that led her to them.

Priorities: Herself, her Father, Raunii / Xanthre, her people, and the subtle balance of the universe at large.

Life philosophy: Seize the hand of fate and turn it to your favor.

If granted one wish, it would be: To have been able to save her mate from the fate that awaited her at the Battle of Mount Hyjal. When Faera died, her soul was consumed, and thus tortured and broken within the Nether where it became so shattered that each fragment remains but the scarcest remnant of the person that was. For a present-day wish, she would wish to have all those fragments collected so that Faera might finally be put to rest.

Why? She loved Faera for a thousand years, and that love defined her. Everything that she has become since then is a reflection of losing her and the pain has never gone away completely.

Character’s soft spot: Those she loves and trusts, most particularly those who have served as positive parental figures for her like her Father and Raunii.

Is this soft spot obvious to others? Perhaps not to those who have not seen them interact, but certainly Raunii would know how susceptible she is to her influence as a motherly figure.

Greatest strength: Her willingness to turn fate, to defy the expected outcome in any way that she can to make things better for herself and those she cares about.

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Her arrogance. There’s a part of her that is dangerously consumed with self-will to the point that she dreams of defying powers that she could not possibly hope to contend with.

Biggest regret: That she will never truly see Faera again due to the choices she has made, and that if she ever does, even for a fleeting moment, Faera will despise her for what she’s become. She will never reunite with her former lover in any sort of afterlife and she can only do right by her in restoring her shattered soul to put her to rest.

Minor regret: Betraying the friendship and trust of Xanthre and Raunii by leaving them behind when she plotted her way of defeating Katra’nalis’ attempts at regaining control and pursued the salvation of Faera’s soul.

Biggest accomplishment: Obtaining an immortal demon soul and coming into her own as a Demon Hunter, finally mastering the powers that she intends to use for her own ends.

Minor accomplishment: Moving past the death of her former lover, Faera, and being able to vaguely entertain the idea of true happiness beyond what once was.

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: She was nearly tempted by the draw of the Legion’s gifts when she feigned loyalty to the Pit Lord Urzaloth, and was only pulled from her wavering allegiances by the intervention of others.

Why? Her hunger for power is often fueled by a desire to turn the threads of fate, and what she was offered she would have tried to likewise turn to her own favor ahead of others. This would have been foolish, however, for to give in to the Legion would likely be akin to falling to a thirst for power that would never be sated.

Character’s darkest secret: She once ended the life of a disarmed Kaldorei Sentinel that was part of a group seeking her death alongside her mother as a spontaneous outburst. It struck her particularly hard because it marked a true failure on her part to control her demonic influences.

Does anyone else know? Raunii and Xanthre are about the only ones who know of it.

Goals

Drives and motivations: The idea that she can defy the will of fate and make the world into whatever she wishes it to be, and the continual endgame of a humble place where she can drink wine and conduct her sorcery in relative peace.

Immediate goals: Obtaining an arsenal of dangerous magical artifacts and utilities that she can use towards the betterment of the world at large and to defend her people from the cruel savagery of the Horde.

Long term goals: To uphold the balance of the world and playing her part as a wielder of chaos, and to assume something of a more normal personal life one day despite her presence as a pariah.

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: By forcing herself into a sort of reacclimation with her people and by contributing as much as she can to their forward efforts. She will reach out primarily to Xanthre and Lucaerna to accomplish her more duplicitous goals.

How other characters will be affected: Xanthre and Lucaerna will likely be dragged along on some dangerous searches for reservoirs of power and artifacts to be used, whilst her people will have to deal with her presence in general after years of living in seclusion.

Past

Hometown: Starfall Village, Winterspring.

Type of childhood: Serene and tranquil, with the occasional disruption brought about by her Mother’s stern convictions and heavy pushing of forbearance. Her Mother sometimes left for months or years at a time due to her position as a Warden.

Pets: Probably not, beyond maybe a Winterspring Saber of her Mother’s. Her Father would always be at home around various animals of the wilds but the denizens of Winterspring are hardly the most passive for bringing back to the house.

First memory: The first that really mattered to her was her Father taking her on his shoulders to a flowery grove in Winterspring where they picked perfect roses.

Most important childhood memory: Likely the moment she developed her first crush on a young Priestess of Elune and thereby began her endless yearning for romance.

Why: It was that very hopeless romantic element that would come to define her, and that first crush was also her realization of her sexual orientation. Though she’d remain closeted for many years after, she never had any disillusionment about where her heart wandered.

Childhood hero: Her Father, who always coddled her and would earnestly do anything for her.

Why: Prime hero moment related to the earlier entry: When she came out to him, he embraced her and later encouraged her enough to reveal it to her mother (who was the primary reason that she was worried about it in the first place). Her mother, though reserved, accepted it with the disappointment that she would not have grandchildren of her own.

Dream job: Being a lazy winemaker, able to drink her own product and relax in the midst of a beautiful Winterspring forest.

Education: She was taught by both her parents, with her Father teaching her of things such as history, music, and art and her Mother taking up the responsibility of more practical teachings like hunting, fighting, and survival.

Religion: Elunian worshipper. Prior to Faera’s death, she was actually quite pious, being the daughter of a Warden. She often clung to her beliefs when the world frightened her and held to the notion that the Goddess was watching over her.

Finances: Her family was rather unconcerned with monetary values, and mostly lived humble and without grand ambitions. She did, however, take a particular interest in the tales of the great elven cities of old and the accomplishments of the Highborne magisters.

Present

Current location: Kalimdor, typically centered around Ashenvale for the moment given the conflict with the Horde now stirring.

Currently living with: No one.

Pets: A massive felstalker named Azrael is roaming around Felwood. He is perpetually angry about everything and is hulked out beyond belief.

Religion: Her religion is self-advancement, and if one were to truly analyze her beliefs, there’s a twisted part of her that would be more keen to usurp the power of a god than to worship it. Given her bitter hatred for Elune after the Goddess’ failure to protect Faera and her people, she finds it impossible to place any faith in the intentions and will of a deity, and thus only trusts herself.

Occupation: Demon Hunter, though she operates mostly as a sorceress of fel energies.

Finances: She doesn’t find much use for money, given that she obtains most of her resources by simply stealing them from her enemies, but if it came to it she has plenty of tradeable commodities she could part with to make an agreeable amount of coin. She lives luxuriously, though alone.

Family

Mother: Narithe Rosefeather, a Warden.

Relationship with her: Antagonistic and tragic; her Mother failed to pull her from the dark path and later hunted her seeking her death at the start of the Third Invasion of the Burning Legion. They confronted eachother in Felwood and Vigil struck her down when she made it clear there was no other way for things to end and that the mother she once knew was truly gone.

Father: Aetheren Silvercrest, a Druid of the Grove.

Relationship with him: Positive and gentle, she hasn’t spoken to him since the day she left in despair, though she always keeps watch over where he lives in Winterspring as a potion-brewing hermit. She fears that if she ever met him again he would despise her for what she has done and become just like her Mother.

Siblings: None.

Relationship with them: None.

Spouse: None.

Relationship with him/her: None.

Children: None.

Relationship with them: None.

Other important family members: Raunii who is more or less a mother figure and a very close friend.

Favorites

Color: Queen Blue.

Least favorite color: I dunno, maybe orange?

Music: Traditional Kaldorei music that doesn’t sing the praises of Elune.

Food: Demonic flesh is pretty high on her list, though in terms of normal food, it’d probably be Pandaren cuisine.

Literature: Pretty much anything of the sappy romance variety is guaranteed to be in her collection, poetry, plays, and anything of the dark tome of forbidden magic variety. Maybe she owns a few hundred volumes of the demonic version of a Steamy Romance Novel.

Form of entertainment: Usually curling up with a good book and drinking way too much.

Expressions:  “You are not prepared!”, “Sometimes, the hand of fate must be… Forced.”, “Boldly said, but I remain… Unconvinced.”

Mode of transportation: She primarily gets around across greater distances by a form of shadow translocation, where her form dissipates into a cloud of shadow that can then exhibit  flight about as far as the eye can see. Thusly, it usually works as a system of small ‘jumps’, and is about as effective as your standard flying mount. It looks (and functions) almost identically to how the Death Eaters get around in Harry Potter.

Most prized possession: Probably her fanciful silk clothing, which she loves to trounce around in to feel elegant and pretty.

Habits

Hobbies: Dancing, flaying her enemies alive and hanging them from the trees, writing, reading, and drinking.

Plays a musical instrument? She can probably play stringed instruments fairly well, and was likely trained to sing.

Plays a sport? Not a direct playing sport, but she is likely capable of some fairly skilled gymnastics and the like.

How he/she would spend a rainy day: She’d probably walk through the rain to a cozy place she could be alone and drink... And as depressing as that sounds, she’d genuinely enjoy it until she would get too drunk and start to cry over nothing.

Spending habits: She actually spends quite a bit, mostly upon luxury enchanted silks, fine wines, and perfumes. Though even then, she’ll cut corners by acquiring what she wants from her enemies where possible (Suramar is a great place to shop with a blade when coin is low).

Smokes: No. Did you know that smoking is bad for y---Also I practice fel magic.

Drinks: She is an alcoholic, and though she occasionally breaks her habit, always seems to fall back into it as a vice when no one is looking. Recently, since her time alone, she has fallen into it to an even greater extent.

Other drugs: Definitely has a not-so-mild addiction to fel magic, and has a healthy appreciation for snorting finely grained fel crystal powder to bolster her senses and abilities with magic... Or sometimes just for recreational use.

What does he/she do too much of? Pushing other people away and keeping to herself when she should be accepting help.

What does he/she do too little of? Truly allowing herself to open up to others and to meet new people.

Extremely skilled at: Lusting after power and continually finding ways to push the limit of what she can do; and destroying things in a whirlwind of demonic fiery death.

Extremely unskilled at: Keeping herself from tragically ruining the few good relationships she has.

Nervous tics: Flexing the fingers of her left felsteel hand, typically accompanied by a flicker of felfire.

Usual body posture: Leaning against something or with her hands calmly at her sides.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? Optimist.

Introvert or extrovert? Introvert.

Daredevil or cautious? Cautious daredevil. Which is to say, she takes massive risks but always plots them out meticulously beforehand.

Logical or emotional? Emotional.

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical and neat, except when killing.

Prefers working or relaxing? Relaxing for sure, despite her occupation. If she had it her way, she’d be living in the lap of luxury without a care in the world, but unfortunately the circumstances of the world she lives in would refuse that opportunity at every turn.

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Confident of her abilities, yet unsure of her personal direction.

Animal lover? She isn’t particularly an animal lover.

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself:  She is comfortable

One word the character would use to describe self:  Romantic.

One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: An unrepentant pariah with worthy motives that will enact her goals regardless of others’ objections... But who also romanticizes everything and just wants someone to give her a hug, tell her everything’s okay, and probably drink a whole lot of wine with her.

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? Love.

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? Selfishness.

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? She has a pretty face (never mind that one third of it is marred by a burn scar). She also smells absolutely wonderful by way of magical perfumes.

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? Her fel taint, even if she appreciates it, it does cause issues for others.

How does the character think others perceive him/her: She tends to think that others may see her as flawed but will eventually understand that she is ultimately well-meaning.

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Her continual ability to push others away and rely only upon herself. She’d certainly like to rely on someone without feeling guilty about it.

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: She isn’t concerned with most other people, and tends to only interact with a small amount of people in general. She is definitely racist towards most non-Kaldorei, but barring an inciting incident, will usually keep her intolerance to herself.

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? She definitely does, and yet, just as often she will wear her heart on her sleeve. Since obtaining her demon soul, it’s sometimes difficult for her to really know when she herself is putting up a facade or actually experiencing the emotions she thinks she is.

Person character most hates: Herself, granted, she probably also most loves herself too.

Best friend(s): Raunii, Xanthre.

Love interest(s): Faera Dawncloud (deceased).

Person character goes to for advice: Raunii, Kyphaz, Xanthre, Lucaerna.

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Xanthre.

Person character feels shy or awkward around: Pretty much any normal Kaldorei, and though she doesn’t quite know it yet, attractive Draenei women.

Person character openly admires: Raunii.

Person character secretly admires: Lucaerna.

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Faera Dawncloud.

After story starts: Raunii.