#Torn Banner Studios

[skanless1]

#chivalry 2 #xbox series x #xbox one #gaming #xbox1 #microsoft xbox #torn banner studios #multiplayer

[linuxgamenews]

Chivalry 2 developer has a love for the Steam Deck

Chivalry 2 first person slasher game would love to see Linux Steam Deck support via Windows PC. All due to a developer comment from Torn Banner Studios. Currently available with a nice discount on Steam and Humble Store. Torn Banner Studios is an indie video game developer based in Toronto, Canada. The creators of the award-winning multiplayer hit, Chivalry 2. Which is also the sequel to the genre-defining medieval first-person slasher, Chivalry: Medieval Warfare (discounted 80% on Steam). Since Chivalry 2 first launched worldwide in 2021. Torn Banner Studios has released numerous big content updates. Due to support for its growing community. Such as introducing brand new 64-player Team Objective maps. Including game modes, weapons, quality of life updates, and more. But it seems the only thing missing is Linux. Since the previous game offered native support. Although there were some buggy moments. But if you have yet to read the details, Steam Deck is a keen interest.

The team would love to see the game on deck.

You can see the Steam forum post, if you haven't already. Plus, Chivalry 2 is also developed in Unreal Engine 4. A game engine that does offer native support for Linux. Which should work on Proton, but sadly, no. A huge let-down for many. But at least we have hope for Steam Deck support. Despite SteamDB not showing any changes, yet. But keep that Tux Love going.

Chivalry 2 - Out on Steam

Chivalry 2 introduced a 64-player Team Objective map in March 2022. Which comes complete with new playable Druids and the Highland Sword weapon. Not to mention a variety of new gameplay mechanics. Including pig stealing, and weaponized bees. Chivalry 2 has gained wide praise from players and critics alike. Including awards for Best Multiplayer Game of 2021 from PC Gamer, one of the Top Games of the Year from ComicBook.com. So keep an eye on the Roadmap. Chivalry 2 Standard Edition MSRP is priced at $39.99 USD / €39.99 / £34.99. But curently discounted 40% on both Steam and Humble Store. Such a huge tease with the hope of seeing Linux Steam Deck support, at least for the Windows PC build.

#chivalry 2 #first person slasher #linux #gaming news #torn banner studios #ubuntu #steam deck #windows #pc #unreal engine 4

[blogtaculous]

Nearly a full fucking year after I made three support tickets for login issues to Chivalry 2, the bastards have the absolute gall to email me that since they haven’t had any response from me in 72 hours the tickets will go away. What the fuck. 350 days after saying the ticket was expedited you’re going to say something now?? Fuck off.

#chivalry 2 #torn banner studios

[flojocabron]

When the wifi cuts out in the middle of battle....

#videogames #googly eyes #sony #ps4 #Chivalry II #torn banner studios #knights

[savingcontent]

Call the calvary, Chivalry 2 is headed to Game Pass alongside today's Reinforced Update

Call the calvary, Chivalry 2 is headed to Game Pass alongside today’s Reinforced Update

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#Chivalry 2 #Epic Games Store #News #PC #PlayStation 4 #PlayStation 5 #Steam #Torn Banner Studios #Tripwire Interactive #Xbox One #Xbox Series X|S

[piccolos-bigtoe]

Posting this here cause it’s been a while since I last posted and I am actually pretty proud of this…. I am making a mock RED brochure for my graphic design class and this is the cover…. I need five more panels I literally spent all of Wednesday working on this because text is my enemy and I am never satisfied with it but like actually taking a break from working on it and looking again later i was like “huh actually that’s not bad.” Sitka banner font easily in my top ten….

I was so proud of it I set it as my phones Home Screen…. Legitimately want to transfer to graphic design but I am torn. I currently am in studio art and have my own personal studio (it is shared between me and three friends tho), if I switch to graphic I lose that, and I really value my space cause I’ve been using it for like,,, four years pretty much (two I would sneak in there before I was in college cause my sibling owned it before I did, these past two it’s been my spot). It has memories and art work (that would REAAALLLYY suck to transport because there are LARGE pieces like LARGE) okau I will be real I am posting and rambling because I am stalling on cleaning my room… I am lazy……. I also just like to talk…. Accidentally woke up at 12 instead of 9 oops…

Work is REALLY gonna pile up this month…. I have a quilt, a weaving, and four papers for one class, my brochure and a 12 month calendar (obvi also gonna be tf2 themed calendar because i am insane…) for graphics, a screen print, and a paper and performance piece for another class… but I will make it thru E Z, after this I’m home free baby, summer is here ‘,B)

#tf2 #my art #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanart #tf2 scout #Oughh….. I need him esploded by a landmine…. NAOW!!!!!!!!! #I am kind of nervous to present this to my class #because no offense to any of them but they are all kind of normies #so I don’t know if they will think this is cool or weird #but tbh I don’t care what they think either I guess

[harlowcomehome]

Fifth Master List!

Minors do not interact!

All writing is original work by @harlowcomehome and is not to be used or posted on any other platform by anyone that is not me. Thank you.

High school sweet hurts series:

Part 1: Backstory as to how you and Jack became high school sweethearts.

Part 2: The breakup.

Part 3: Jack and Jace.

Part 4: Banner Ceremonies & Heartaches.

Summary: You and Jack spent a majority of high school together, but when life started getting serious things changed.

“What’s the best way to cheat on someone?”

Summary: Tiktok trend gone wrong with Jack.

Father’s Day tears and flowers:

Summary: Early Father’s Day fic where Jack gets emotional about all you’ve done.

Hazel and Jade studio days:

Summary: Hazel and Jade talk Jack into letting them come with him to the studio.

Classroom bunnies

Summary: Jack always pretends to be allergic to animals simply because he doesn’t want any, that finally backfires.

Bentleys and babies

Summary: Father’s Day fic where you gift Jack something special.

Remember when?

Summary: Jack and Y/N have a date night at home to themselves and start reminiscing. (Fluffy!!)

Rage room meltdowns

Summary: Jack is having a hard time dealing with his emotions so you take him to a “rage room” to blow off steam.

Gonzaga Jeremy

Summary: Based off Jacks character in WMCJ, this fic is about Jeremy and his torn ACLS.

Blue eyes

Summary: Jade and Jack are spending some time alone when Jade realizes Jack has blue eyes and she doesn’t.

Your best guy friend:

Summary: Your best guy friend has been in love with you for years but you never noticed it until Jack pointed it out. Now your friendship is in a compromising position.

Stargazing and reassurance:

Summary: Jack is having an off night and can’t sleep so you surprise him with a gift you had been saving.

Mommy & Jade day:

Summary: Jack chaperones Hazels end of the year class trip leaving you and Jade to spend the day together.

Sleep away camp:

Summary: Hazel goes to sleep away came and y/n has a business trip to attend leaving Jade and Jack alone.

You’re not that funny:

Summary: You go with Jack to a music video shoot and you get jealous about how one of the models is acting around Jack.

In my head:

Summary: You’re feeling insecure and Jack reassures you not to.

Roller skate date:

Summary: Fluff piece about roller skating with Jack.

School supply shopping:

Summary: Jack goes school shopping with you for both of the girls.

Jaded

Summary: Your insecurities make you push Jack away but he’s willing to be patient with you.

Arts and concerts:

Summary: Hazel and Jade make some bracelets for Jack and to trade at his NPLH concert.

Coffee and rainy days:

Summary: You and Jack get rained out while you’re walking around on a mini vacation.

Beverly Hills & Basketball:

Summary: (Based off Jacks character in WMCJ.) Jeremy and you both come from very different backgrounds but make it work.

Divorce and take out menus:

Summary: One of Hazels friends is dealing with the split of her parents making Hazel worried about yours and Jacks future.

Daddy-daughter dates:

Summary: School is starting in a few days and Jack takes the opportunity to spend the day alone with Hazel and Jade.

Wigs and secret dates:

Summary: Jack had been stressed about work lately so you plan a day full of dates for the two of you, going out in disguise.

You deserve better:

Summary: Jack is constantly calling you to confide in you about his girlfriend who isn’t very nice to him, he knows you have feelings for him but can’t stop himself.

Baby that’s a Kentucky accent:

Summary: Jack is following you around doing an over exaggerated version of his accent to make you giggle. Fluff piece! 

Mullet concept:

Summary: Jack debuted a new hairstyle IRL, so I wrote a small blurb about it.

Lies and football games:

Summary: You planned a date night for you and Jack but a football game became more important, making Jack fake an illness to get out of plans with you.

Long distance decisions:

Summary: You and Jack have been dating long distance for a while now and a decision has to be made.

The wedding guest:

Summary: You meet Jack at a wedding and the two of you hit it off.

Silent treatment with Jade Harlow:

Summary: Jade gets upset with Jack and gives him the silent treatment.

Pumpkin spice and everything nice:

Summary: Reader is pregnant and obsessed with pumpkin flavored items so Jack and her go shopping.

Thanksgiving on the road:

Summary: A bad snowstorm prohibits, you and Jack from going home for Thanksgiving, so you have a makeshift Thanksgiving at the hotel.

Something about Waffle House:

Summary: Jack can’t sleep and is feeling anxious about NPLH so you have a breakfast date to get his mind off things.

You’re home to me:

Summary: You and Jack have a relaxing night after a long day. (Fluffy!!)

Gas station snacks:

Summary: Hazel and Jade go inside the gas station with you to get some snacks before the family of four go on a road trip.

Hazel and Jade’s damn cat:

Summary: Jade has wanted a cat for a long time and Jack finally applies the pressure when Urbans friends cat needs to be rehomed.

Christmas card mix ups:

Summary: Jack forgets about your planned Christmas card photo shoot.

Can’t sleep:

Summary: Jack is at home with the two girls while you’re away and when Jade can’t sleep she gets into the kitchen and makes a mess.

Wrapping your room:

Summary: Hazel sees a TikTok prank online that she wants to do to Jack.

Salt dough ornaments:

Summary: You make some ornaments for Christmas with your nine month old Hazel.

So sick of love songs:

Summary: A fic based off the song “So sick” by Ne-yo.

A modern Cinderella story:

Summary: You meet Jack on NYE and hit it off.

Made for me:

Summary: A fic based off the song “Made for me” by Muni Long.

Chores and soap bubbles:

Summary: You are overwhelmed and exhausted from always having to do the house chores, Jack has been distracted lately and Hazel and Jade try to help. 

Love somebody like you:

Summary: Jack is recently divorced, and you’ve been his shoulder to lean on. Does it become too much?

Dollhouses & haircuts:

Summary: Jack fall asleep while he was supposed to be watching Jade. She ended up cutting a piece of his hair, hence how the mullet was born. 

PG and Paper Rings:

Summary: Hazel borrows Jacks PG ring and it gets stolen from her at school.

Morning workouts:

Summary: Jack comes homes form a workout and you can’t keep your eyes or hands off him.

Grammy award-winning:

Summary: You and Jack skip the Grammys and talk about future plans. (Very short fic.)

Vintage Celine and birthday showers:

Summary: Celebrating your birthday with Jack and getting some nice gifts too!

Can’t keep loving you from a distance:

Summary: Friends -> Lovers! You and Jack hadn’t each other in a while and with some help from your friends maybe things change between the two of you….

Runaway husband:

Part two

Summary: Jack gets cold feet on your wedding day but that’s not the last you’ll see of him…(angst!)

Burnt out sleepovers:

Summary: You’re overwhelmed with the kids so Jack steps in to host a sleepover.

Love is blind x Louisville:

Summary: Jack goes on the Netflix show love is blind.

Birthday cakes & vacations:

Summary: You and your daughters make Jacks birthday extra special.

CALYPSO:

Summary: Based off Bryson Tillers song Calypso. (Smut)

#Harlowcomehome #Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader

[thefirsthogokage]

More Strike Solidarity!

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(link to tweet)

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And Outside the US:

(link to Variety article)

(that "info" link)

It's more than Canada and the UK joining in on showing support on June 14th:

Under the banner of “Screenwriters Everywhere,” solidarity events are planned in Canada, the United Kingdom, Ireland, Germany, France, Poland, the Netherlands, Argentina, Italy, Belgium, Bulgaria, Colombia, Denmark, South Korea, Spain, Mexico and Israel. Even war-torn Ukraine’s Guild of Screenwriters of Ukraine will take part in the day of international solidarity.

Here's The Black List's Twitter Thread On This:

For better viewing:

(link in tweet: blcklst.com/strike)

#wga strong #wga strike #strike solidarity #wga solidarity #wgc #writers guild of canada #screenwriters everywhere #wga east #wga west #june 14th 2023 #wggb #writers guild of great britain #teamsters #iatse #local 11 #the black list

[youcansaveyourprogresshere]

Dispatches from GDC 2024 Day 1

Oh boy! Baby's first GDC! A short hike through beautiful San Francisco and I'm there, one of the greatest gatherings of designers, developers, engineers, and business experts in the games industry this side of the Pacific Ocean. I'm among my people, the next chapter of my professional life is about to begin.

Wait, no. This is still Yerba Buena Gardens and market center. I go out to the sky bridge and look out to my right, I can see the banners on the posts and people moving but where's ...?

Oh

That's Moscone* Center, in the opposite direction I was looking. It's a huge building, and that's just the South Hall. After collecting my badge (thank you to Valencia, who was working the booth) I am compelled to wander. I arrived too late in the morning to attend the 9:30AM sessions, I'm stuck in conference limbo until I can figure out where I want to be and when I want to be there. This must be why people plan their schedules out ahead of time.

Fast forward to 2:40PM and I'm finally attending my first session of my first GDC, "The Strange Within The Familiar How Once Human Designed Its Supernatural Open World" w/ presenter Peng "Victoria" Sun, here on behalf of Netease Games and Starry Studio. Once Human is an open world shooter, they're planning for a Q3 2024 release. Seems kind of strange to have a presentation on a game that doesn't have a release date yet, but hey: what do I know? Peng Sun's thesis is combining a mundane object with a supernatural quality is a good formula for producing content. Once Human originally had zombies as an entry level critter for players to take shots at, which Peng concedes is underwhelming. But give that zombie a theater spotlight for a head and suddenly we have the watcher. The monsters are really lovely, there's an undead plane that flaps its wings like a bird, there's a haunted bus that walks on big, ghoulish arms. I can't help but feel like this was an extended advertisement for the game, but who can blame them. Everybody's gotta make a buck.

Okay next talk, "Digital Thriving in a Post-Pandemic World: A Pro-Social Blueprint"; moderator Matt Lee, panelists Charly Harbord, PhD; Elizabeth Kilmer, PhD; Tim Nixon, not a PhD but I don't hold that against you Tim; Attila Szantner, who I'm pretty sure has a doctorate; and Kimberly Voll, who is also a Dr.. I wonder if they offer college credit for attending this session. Digital thriving is an important idea, facilitating virtual spaces where people can be their full, authentic selves. Dr. Kilmer points out this perspective on games as virtual habitats is great because instead of a bare minimum (well no one got death threats on our server this week so I call that a win!) it's a most positive outcome approach** to developing social games. What if we designed worlds that could help people be there best selves?

It's a great panel of very smart people, but eventually time is up. After an hour of talking about ways to make your game space a welcoming environment for everyone it's time for the post-talk off site. And what better social space than Tequila Mockingbird, a local bar.

I walk out of South Hall for the last time that day, torn between whether to go get drunk with GDC or head back to the hotel. The sun is going down, it's getting chilly, and I didn't pack a jacket. I do a web search for "flip a coin" and let google tell whether I should "Heads" back to the hotel or listen to more "Tails" at a tequila bar. The website tells me it's heads, so I start making the trek homeward. I don't really want to be out after dark.

Footnotes (feetnotes? anyway)

1 The "e" at the end is phonetic, you say it aloud

2 "Most positive outcome approach" is my phrasing, not Dr. Kilmer's. I think she put it much more eloquently.

#GDC2024

[gamerbulten]

Chivalry 2 İnceleme Yeni yazımızda Torn Banner Studios taraf...

[pc7ooo-ru]

В обновлении 2.9.1 для Chivalry 2 исправлена ошибка сброса настроек и многое другое

Torn Banner Studios выпустила новое обновление для Chivalry 2 под номером 2.9.1, в котором решено несколько ключевых проблем, влияющих на игровой процесс игроков. Это обновление в основном посвящено исправлению ошибок, в частности раздражающей ошибки сброса...

Подробнее на https://7ooo.ru/group/2023/11/27/847-v-obnovlenii-291-dlya-chivalry-2-ispravlena-oshibka-sbrosa-nastroek-i-mnogoe-drugoe-grss-260373422.html

[gmlocg]

1,859.) Chivalry: Medieval Warfare

Release: October 16th, 2012 | GGF: Action, Hack and Slash, FPS, Pvp, Atmospheric | Developer(s): Torn Banner Studios, Inc. | Publisher(s): Torn Banner Studios, Inc., Lace Mamba Global Ltd., ZOO Corporation, Activision Publishing, Inc. | Platform(s): Windows (2012), Xbox 360 (2014), Linux (2015), Macintosh (2015), PlayStation 3 (2015), PlayStation 4 (2015), Xbox One (2015)

[mycharacterdump]

The Jensen Dossier (1939 — 1980 )

If clarity's in death, then why won't this die? Years of tearing down our banners, you and I Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first And I damn sure never would've danced with the devil At nineteen And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts Memories feel like weapons And now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering.

𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋, 𝟏𝟗𝟑𝟗

While the Second World War raged on across Europe, soldiers dying in shallow puddles of mud and being littered in bullets and imploded by fragile bombs, Stella Spencer was stood in a stuffy studio with the windows shut and her entire body engulfed in a white dress. She was repeatedly assured how lucky she was that she found a wealthy man that she could depend on for the life of her dreams — but she couldn't resist imagining what it would've been like if her mother hadn't made the arrangement herself and she had the chance to find Hugo on her own. The love stories she read growing up were torn apart and discarded in exchange for a marriage of convenience where the two lovers did not, in actuality, love one another at all. Perhaps he loved her, or the status she would give him as a husband and father (as she was told on various occasions how her body was now a commodity, to be traded and used as however he saw fit.) either way, Stella knew that she didn't reciprocate the feeling. She was an otherworldly girl, as her mother phrased it, and the Jensens were all devout in their faith in the wizarding world. If she had the chance to pick, she would've turned in her wand to the Ministry and left all trace of magic behind. Alas, that would not be how the story of Stella Spencer's life unfolded.

She picked at her sleeves, which were stitched together by lace and terribly itchy. Her mother swatted at her hands so they would remain at her side. No matter how many times she wore the dress, she couldn't think about anything except for how the bodice squeezed her until she no longer resembled her natural form, how the white looked garish against her already pale complexion, and how much it cost — meaning she was meant to feel grateful to have such a luxurious gown at all. Her brown eyes cut a glance to her best friend, Mathilde, who was the only person in the world that understood her. Mathilde was as close to a sister as she'd ever get, regardless how many cocktail parties Hugo's sisters brought her on in order to loosen her up before she was meant to be a straight-laced Jensen for eternity.

"Will you all give us a moment?" Mathilde spoke up. She gave Stella's mother a tight smile and ushered away the bridesmaids, all dressed in matching yellow, unlike Mathilde, the maid of honor that chose a complimentary baby blue dress. She approached her best friend and eyed the others as they left the room, chuckling softly as she noticed the tenseness in Stella's posture. "Here. I know you've been dying for one." she unearthed a silver case and opened it, revealing a pack of cigarettes neatly lined up for the taking.

Stella breathed out in relief and slid out one of the cigarettes, placing it between her teeth and allowing Mathilde to raise a lighter to her lips so the cherry would light up. Inhaling, a surge of comfort fell over her as the smoke encircled in her lungs and permeated in the delicate organ. "This is going to kill me." she said, pressing the palm of her hand against her temple.

"No, it won't," Mathilde immediately denied as she lit her own cigarette and breathed in. "I'll make sure of it."

"You sound like my mother," Stella laughed dryly, earning a side-eye that made her clear her throat and shake her head. "Sorry. You're nothing like her, I promise."

Mathilde blew a tendril of smoke into the air and walked up behind Stella, wrapping her arms around her waist and leaning her chin on her shoulder as she pivoted them so they were facing the full-length mirror. "This is your start, Stella," she hummed. "Gotta make the most of it somehow. Letting it kill you isn't an option."

"I know," Stella nodded along as she sucked on the cigarette, cheeks hollowing and her heavy makeup contorting with her features. Her heart swelled uncomfortably once she began hearing the organ play from the other room. Her eyes met Mathilde's in the mirror and she was given a soft smile in reassurance. "Show time, huh?"

"Let's do this, S," Holding her hands out, Mathilde helped Stella off the platform she stood upon and helped her douse out the cigarette, smothering her in Carven’s Ma Griffe that was launched by parachuting tiny samples of scent over Paris. Of course, the Jensens managed to secure multiple bottles as a wedding gift. Stella walked arm-in-arm with her best friend down the hallway until they met her spineless father who always sported a stupid grin and stole her away from Mathilde so she could be given away, as per tradition.

She felt her heart hammering against her chest as she watched each set of bridesmaids and groomsmen filtered into the ballroom where the ceremony would be held, finding no comfort in the touch of her father or the stench of cigar that stuck to him. She hoped her smoking wasn't as evident on her. Step by step, they advanced forward, and through her veil she could see Hugo's figure; broad, squared shoulders and an impressive chest that she was told by one of her bridesmaids was hard to find in a man nowadays. All of them only care about being martyrs nowadays, not taking care of themselves, she tutted.

The ceremony proceeded as according to plan. At the end, Hugo reached forward and unveiled his bride, who looked up at him with widened eyes that begged he call the thing off at the last minute and let her go home — instead, he leaned in and pressed a heated kiss against her painted lips. She closed her eyes, partially out of instinct and partially so she could shut out the world around them. She still felt the weight of his large hands against her cheeks, which flushed in response to the affection, and rather than focus on it she fantasized about pulling away and running from everything she ever knew. But before she knew it, Hugo had finished ravaging her face and was bringing her down the aisle like she was a prized mare he'd just secured. She reached out for Mathilde briefly, their fingers brushing as they passed one another. How was she going to do all of this without her?

𝟐𝟕𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑, 𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟐

Lucien Cornelius Jensen was born exactly at midnight, two days after Christmas Day. Stella couldn't have been more relieved, as this was her last child after giving birth to a son and daughter for Hugo since their wedding day. She hadn't minded motherhood as much as she thought she would, even if her daughter, Avril, proved to be a project on her very own. Must've inherited it from her grandmother. Still, Stella had settled into life as a housewife — albeit much less than an obedient one, making her own schedule and visiting her husband in his office whenever she felt like, which bothered him but not enough to where he felt compelled to correct her behavior. They lived in a house in the heart of London made of a mix of red brick, pebbledash and half timbering with red clay tile roofs, and the newest addition was the garage, where her oldest, Dante, spent all his time alongside his uncles fixing vintage automobiles. While she would've preferred a countryside cottage and a quieter upbringing for her children, she knew that they'd benefit more than suffer from living in a larger city.

She was resting in her bed, Lucien cradled gently in her arms as he slept soundly after being fed. She refused a wet nurse or a bottle, wanting to have as much of a bonding experience as she could. She stroked the wisps of light blond hair that stuck out from atop his head, humming him a nursery rhyme and enjoying the silence that engulfed the house.

"You're my lucky charm, I think," she whispered to the infant with a chuckle. "The house has never been this quiet."

In fact, it was eerily quiet, the longer that she sat in bed and listened to the gentle breeze caress the windchimes she insisted be put up outside so the house would have a touch of originality to it. Looking down at her son, she carefully placed him in the bassinet at her bedside and scooted out of bed. Her core ached from giving birth hours earlier, and she had trouble shuffling into her house shoes so that she could venture around and see where everyone had gone. Perhaps they went celebrating without her again, just like they'd done with Dante and Avril's births. She pressed a chaste kiss against Lucien's head and padded to the bedroom door, creaking it open and looking both ways down the hall with only her head visible. When no one seemed to be coming or going, she chose to walk toward her eldest's room just to be sure he was still in bed. He had a habit of getting up in the middle of the night for no reason whatsoever, a pesky habit according to her husband.

As she approached Dante's door and cracked it, she peered inside and smiled softly upon seeing him in a deep sleep. She contemplated moving inside and sitting with him before she heard strange noises emanate from further away, where her husband's study was located. Her eyes flickered between her son and the door at the end of the hall where light was pouring out from the gap. She slowly closed Dante's door and began to walk toward the door, the noises echoing the closer she came.

Pressing her ear against the heavy mahogany door, she heard what she recognized as moaning from the other side. She didn't feel anything in particular about it before curiosity bested her and she turned the doorknob, pushing it open slightly so she could peer inside. What she saw had been her husband knelt on the floor, his head buried in the skirt of her best friend who was propped up on his desk. She seemed to be enjoying it a great deal; her fingers fixed in his hair, tugging and yanking in ways that would earn Stella a scolding — though it wasn't as if Hugo ever offered to provide much pleasure outside of the realm of ensuring their line. Her breathing quickened and she let the door open all the way, her face being the first thing Mathilde saw whenever she next opened her eyes.

"O-Oh, Merlin," Mathilde cursed, pushing away Hugo hurriedly and collecting her undergarments.

Hugo looked over his shoulder, not seeming phased by the presence of his wife as he stood up and maneuvered around the desk so that he could unearth a cigar from a box Stella's father gifted them for Christmas. She didn't know where to direct her anger at first, as she felt the burn of betrayal on both sides. Rather than say anything, though, all she could think of to do while Hugo lit his cigar was rush as quickly as she could back to her bedroom and scoop Lucien out of his bassinet. She heard Mathilde's cries from faraway, and she could see in her mind's eye her husband's indifference to being caught. He knew it would hold no bearing over their marriage — she was stuck with him whether she liked it or not. But that didn't mean she had to look at him or breathe his air whenever he was suffocating her.

In the hallway, she was stopped by Mathilde, whose cheeks were soaked in tears. Her breath smelled like firewhiskey and her words slurred together. She was very clearly drunk, yet not enough, in Stella's mind, to justify infidelity.

"S, you have to listen to me, please," Mathilde begged as she began following Stella down the stairs.

"I want you out of my home." Stella said curtly rather than entertain who she mistook as her best friend and number one confidant. How ironic that hours before Mathilde was holding her hand as she brought another one of Hugo's children into the world, and now she was actively trying to deconstruct everything they'd built. "I mean it, Mattie. Get out!" she hissed loudly, escaping to the driveway where she greeted their driver.

The driver entered his side of one of their cars, not paying any note to Mathilde as Stella sat in the backseat and let the other woman desperately bang on the window.

"Where to, Mrs. Jensen?" The driver asked. He had a grim look on his face that made her think he was well aware of the ongoings of everything in their household, and it didn't make her feel anymore secure.

"I would like to go home." Stella answered. "Take me to the docks."

𝟏𝟕𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄, 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟔

While the elder Jensen children lived in their home in London, Stella chose to raise Lucien in Ithaca. Her dream of a cottage far away from the happenings of the wizarding world had seemingly come true, as she would awake each morning to a beautiful sunrise over the rolling hills and the sound of their chickens clucking outside her window. She was never pursued by her husband. While she desperately missed Dante and Avril, she knew that they were better off in the city without her. She still had a chance to give Lucien the life she wish she could've afforded them, and that's what she focused on first and foremost. He was a teenager now — thirteen and a half and growing like a weed. He helped around the house, doing menial chores and helping with dinner each night, and even though he preferred being inside he still helped milk their goats and feed their chickens. It was a good, peaceful life.

He'd been attending Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for two years, proudly sorted into Horned Serpent, where he planned on serving as a prefect once he became an upperclassman. They lived far enough away to where Stella didn't have to worry about the trials that came with wizardry, however she would always hear tales from her son about his adventures at school. He had developed an American accent and showed no trace of being anything like his father, which relieved her greatly.

"Lucky!" she called out from downstairs, preparing supper for them while he read in his bedroom. "Come and help me cut up these carrots, please!"

Footsteps could be heard descending from the staircase, and Stella smiled as she saw her growing son in her peripheral. He had honey blond hair that had sprouted in curls that he normally slicked back for school, but during the summer he didn't seem to care as much concerning his appearance, and he'd inherited his father's piercing blue eyes that were much kinder on his soft features. There had never been a greater love in Stella's life. Yet, every time she lay her eyes on him, she couldn't help but yearn for the children she couldn't save, the two that still lived in London and attended Hogwarts and did everything a Jensen was meant to do by decree of some archaic society they followed.

"How was your book? What's it called, again?" Stella asked as she passed a knife to Lucien, who accepted it and began chopping up one of the larger carrots with only a little difficulty.

"Return of the King," Lucky answered with a wide grin plastered on his face. "It's epic. Almost as good as Fellowship."

"Fellowship?" she chuckled.

Lucien glanced up at her briefly, nearly nicking his fingers on the blade. "Oh, you know, it's a part of the Lord of the Rings series. It's the last book. I'm halfway through," he informed her. "It's a muggle story, kind of. Written by a muggle at least."

"Sounds interesting. What's it about, starling?" Stella wondered, which sent her son into a spiral as he began explaining the entirety of the plot. She smiled and laughed while they prepped dinner, the sun simmering over the hills as it began to set in the distance. She directed him to set the table, which he did gladly, just so he could earn that butterbeer his mother always had laying around for whenever he'd done his chores.

They sat peacefully at the table, discussing everything and nothing, letting stretches of silence to pass by naturally. Once they were finished eating, she placed a butterbeer in his hand and told him he was free until bedtime.

"Really?" he asked, suddenly more spry than he was for the entire meal.

Stella chuckled softly and nodded, pressing a kiss against his head. "Of course. You have a good night's sleep," she said, brushing some of his curls back. "I love you more than all the stars."

Excitedly, he kissed her on the cheek and began to rush upstairs so he could return to his book. She started picking up the dishes and bringing them to the sink, whistling to herself as she washed each one thoroughly and set them out to dry. The windchime she'd made for this cottage dangled outside, and she chose to sit on the porch to listen to the melodies that the wind produced and enjoy the summer night. Crickets chirped and cicadas screeched as she stretched her bare feet out into the cool grass, feeling her joints find some relief as she relaxed. Above, the Eagle and Swan constellations Aquila and Cygnus, twinkled in the inky black sky. She always had a fixation toward the stars — she even took Astronomy at N.E.W.T. level during her days at Hogwarts. She wondered if her children would share the love for the night sky and all the tales it's spun from the minds of mere humans and wix alike who were determined to give meaning to everything in life.

She didn't look back down until she could hear footsteps in the grass, eyebrows fixing together as she slowly rose to her feet. Silhouettes danced in the light that came from indoors and she retreated up onto the porch, grasping onto the railing of the steps.

"Who are you?" she called out. "This is private property."

A hauntingly familiar chuckle rang out into the night and froze Stella where she was. Hugo. Her heart dropped, landing square in her stomach, and she quickly hurried back indoors, locking the door behind her as if it'd prove useful. Ultimately, it did not, and within seconds the doors was broken down and she was being restrained by her upper arms. She resisted, squirming around wildly in the arms of who she recognized were here brother-in-laws.

"Bastards! Get out of here!" she spat out, wriggling one arm out of their hold and reaching for her wand, pressing the tip of it against her brother-in-law's cheek. "Leave. All of you. Or I'll turn you to dust."

Hugo paused where he was, beginning to ascend the first step of the staircase, then turned so he could face his lawful wife. "You didn't think you could escape forever, did you, Mrs. Jensen?" he mused. "Especially not with my youngest son."

"We're Spencers. I'm a Spencer." Stella denied. "You have no power over me anymore."

From the top of the stairs, Lucien stood with a frown and his book clutched in his arms protectively, as if they had come solely to steal that. "Mom?" he said worriedly, finding himself shrinking as Hugo began walking up toward him. "Stay — stay away."

"Lucien," Hugo said in a smooth voice, holding a hand out for his son to take. "I'm taking you home. You're a Jensen, don't you know? Heir to a fortune, back in London. You deserve more than a crumbling cottage in the woods. Come, let's go."

Lucien scoffed at the idea any stranger could walk in and think they could convince him to leave his mother. "Get bent," he said venomously, sounding strikingly like his mother.

"... Fine. We'll do this the hard way." His father said, advancing forward — instigating Lucien to throw his book with all his strength just so he could make a break for it upstairs, hoping he could grab his wand from his room and help his mother in defending their home from the intruders. However, he only made it halfway to his room before the back of his collar was snagged and he was being promptly dragged across the floor. He struggled the entire way, grabbing onto the railing until his hands were pried off.

"Mom!" Lucien screamed as Hugo tossed him to one of his uncles, who started leaving the house after his mother had been kneed in the gut for trying to get to her son. "Mom!"

"Lucky!" she rasped, reaching out for him desperately.

Before he could continue screaming and attracting any attention, Hugo cast Bewitched Sleep on Lucien, leaving him limp over the shoulder of his uncle and the night quiet once more.

𝟐𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎

Lucien was deathly bored of his duties to his father. So bored, in fact, he often fantasized about fleeing the U.K. altogether alongside his wife and starting anew. Perhaps where he was raised in New York. It was always peaceful there, he thought Manon would like it. But, of course, he'd have to try and convince his son and his own family to move with them — his wife couldn't bear being so far apart, he feared — and that would be another matter entirely, as they already had three children to consider and care for at such a young age. Anyway, his father would never allow for him to leave. Not when they were already so close to harnessing the world and all its power.

While Manon was asleep, Lucien snuck downstairs so that he could sit on the back porch and watch the sky like he always did when he felt conflicted. Which was regularly. Nothing else could cure it like looking up at the stars and feeling insignificant. It was a weird sort of comfort to him, knowing that all his earthly duties would one day be forgotten and returned to dust. He could remember vaguely nights that he spent awake with his insomniac mother who would teach him the stories associated with each constellation, each star. He retained less and less of them over the years, but one in particular stuck out to him whenever winter came and see saw the bright orb that was Sirius:

In a little-attested Greek myth, the star-god that personified Sirius fell in love with a fertility goddess named Opora, but he was unable to have her. Thus he began to burn hot, making humans suffer, who prayed to the gods. The god of the north wind, Boreas, solved the problem by ordering his sons to deliver Opora to Sirius, while he cooled down the earth with blasts of his own cold wind.

He felt much alike the star-god. Manon had been his Opora, though she was pure-blooded and already familiar with wizarding society, she wasn't in a high enough echelon to impress his father. He recalled lashing out in retaliation for being barred from seeing her, either ignoring everyone or greeting them coolly and with soured sarcasm, and finally, his older brother saved him and everyone else from himself by convincing their father to let him marry Manon while still performing his duties for their family. He still owed Dante for that one, even if at the time he dreaded the idea of becoming a Death Eater and betraying all the friends he'd made at Hogwarts. Since he was thirteen, he'd been fed the narrative that what they were doing would better the world, but he knew the truth — his father craved power, and power alone. No one would benefit from his reign.

Lucien was snapped out of his thoughts by the cooing of an owl, frowning as he looked around for any sign of his old friend from his school days. Instead, he was met with the wide yellow eyes of a barn owl that perched in front of him, tied to its foot a scroll. He gave the owl a once-over, highly suspicious yet still curious enough to accept the scroll and begin unraveling it so he could read was had been written.

My Dearest Lucky,

I know I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your father's secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when he meets his match, he will be mortal once more.

I'm sorry I couldn't find you. I always tried.

All the stars, Mum

#lucky — character study.

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