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moiteneia · 27 days

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Værge - AU Guapoverso 🌙

(inspirado em Nimona)

Havia uma lenda muito antiga que dizia sobre os feitos de uma guerreira. g!Bagi era o nome que se repetia na história como aquela que cresceu nos anos das trevas carregando uma espada que abriu espaço para os anos de luz e paz do qual viviam.

Hoje, esse nome vem a mente como aquilo que eles deveriam ser: corajosos, estrategistas…Impiedosos.

Os monstros poderiam voltar em qualquer momento, se escondendo entre os rostos daqueles que amamos, caminhando nas sombras prontos para erguer novamente sobre eles a destruição e o terror dos quais acreditavam terem deixado para trás.

Por isso, a família real, além de terem construído uma enorme muralha para protege-los, treinava aqueles que descendiam dos primeiros guerreiros para continuarem o legado de proteção, abrindo vagas algumas vezes para alguns da própria população para que pudessem lutar ao lado deles.

Esse era o caso de g!Cell. Um menino órfão que cresceu nos anos das trevas, conhecendo a fome e a dor daquela época. Tinha recebido aquela chance do próprio rei g!Foolish, que o viu lutar em plena tenra idade entre homens e mulheres do dobro de seu tamanho.

Agora, com seus 25 anos, estava recebendo finalmente a marca de guardião, Værge, para proteger as muralhas e lutar contra os tais monstros. E não estaria sozinho, pois em seu treinamento, havia conhecido o filho do rei e os dois rapidamente se tornaram parceiros, mas também um casal.

E ele estava ansioso para finalmente começar uma vida ao lado dele. O que não esperava era que isso seria interrompido…No dia de sua nomeação, marcas apareceram em seu corpo como sigilos e uma mecha branca em seu cabelo. As acusações chegaram, o público e seus companheiros temiam que ele era um monstro. Sem escolha, ele fugiu.

Agora, ele está tentando provar que não é um monstro para poder voltar para casa e os braços de seu amado. O que ele não esperava era conhecer duas crianças (Richas e Pepito)…Os melhor, dois monstrinhos que o mostrariam que ser um monstro não é tão ruim assim e que ele, realmente, talvez não seja tão normal, apenas tinha se “esquecido” disso.

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Værge - AU Guapoverso 🌙

There was a very old legend that told about the deeds of a warrior. g!Bagi was the name that was repeated in history as the one who grew up in the years of darkness carrying a sword that opened space for the years of light and peace in which they lived. Today, this name comes to the mind as what they should be: courageous, strategists…Ruthless. The monsters could return at any moment, hiding among the faces of those we love, walking in the shadows ready to bring back upon them the destruction and terror they believed they had left behind.

Therefore, the royal family, in addition to building a huge wall to protect them, trained those who descended from the first warriors to continue the legacy of protection, sometimes opening vacancies for some of the population so that they could fight alongside them.

This was the case with g!Cell. An orphan boy who grew up in the dark years, knowing the hunger and pain of that time. He had received that chance from King g!Foolish himself, who saw him fight at a young age among men and women twice his size.

Now, at the age of 25, he was finally receiving the mark of guardian, Værge, to protect the walls and fight against such monsters. And he would not be alone, because in his training, he had met the king's son and the two quickly became partners, but also a couple. And he was eager to finally start a life with him. What he didn't expect was that this would be interrupted...On the day of his appointment, marks appeared on his body like sigils and a white streak in his hair.

The accusations came, the public and his companions feared that he was a monster. With no choice, he fled. Now, he's trying to prove he's not a monster so he can return home to the arms of his beloved. What he didn't expect was to meet two children (Richas and Pepito)... Or rather, two little monsters who would show him that being a monster isn't that bad and that he, really, maybe isn't so normal, he had just “forgotten” about it.

#qsmp #q!cellbit #qsmp cellbit #guapoduo #spiderbit #AUGuapoduo #spiderbit au #q!roier #qcellbit #qsmp guapoduo #guapoduo au #cellbit qsmp #headcanon #q foolish #guapoverso #qsmp roier

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boop-the-joot · 2 years

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cringe culture is dead so...

Lego Movie Genshin AU

Emmet

Pyro catalyst user

From Snezhnaya

Ex harbinger

codenames were Rex and Razullo

Is currently hiding in Natlan

Has melee mode like Tartaglia

has electro delusion

Got his vision after leaving the fatui

(users who know latin don't @ me i used google translate)

constellation: Serpens Ignis (serpent of fire)

Business

Cryo polearm user

From Mondstadt

Was set to be a knight of favonious but left mond before he was officially registered

got his vision after a fight w/ his mom and grandpa

is in natlan trying to learn more about his dad

His mom and grandpa have abyssal ties

constellation: Glacies Rosa (literally just ice rose)

Lucy

Hydro claymore user

From Natlan

Living her best life in Natlan

grew up around vision holders (i.e Vitruvius and Metalbeard)

Got her vision after saving Mayhem from the fatui

is actively helping Mayhem search for Emmet

constellation: Artis Iustitiae (artistic justice)

Mayhem

Anemo bow user

from Snezhnaya

Her real name is Mayleen or May for short

Emmet is her brother

got separated from him at a very young age

she never joined the fatui but caught wind that her brother was kicked out

got her vision after she decided to leave snezhnaya

she's almost tracked down Emmet completely (she knows he's somewhere in natlan)

constellation: Vaga Alas (wandering wings)

#the lego movie #president business #lord business #emmet brickowski #wyldstyle #lucy wyldstyle #general mayhem #sweet mayhem #genshin impact #genshin impact au

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mowisha · 11 months

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Where do I start? AAAA I have lots of plans this year that I listed at the start of this year and I'm steadily and slowly doing my best to complete all of them! So this is like a diary post just so I can compose myself and not get too overwhelmed by all the things I wanna do.

You can keep reading on below if you're interested with my life, but this is mostly just me taking notes since I don't vlog or keep a diary with me anymore haha.

Internet Friends

This year went by so fast but I know that I also grew a lot as a person and I've met a lot of amazing people that contributed to this year. I met 2 actual friends that I found on Reddit (r/phR4Friends to be exact). Kyle invites me to all these gigs around my city and Manila from time to time and I realize that this is the kind of stuff that I've been missing out on for the past few years. Hazel is one of the best girls I've ever met and she's up for anything and even shared with me about losing my 3 year old phone! I went to La Union with her, her friends, twitter friends, and few a college acquaintances that I ended up being friends with also.

Also met a lot of new people by joining new local discord servers and it made my days less boring. It got me distracted with my plans on studying tho so I'm trying to limit my interactions and just meet up with them in real life tho. But yeah, I"m very thankful for all of them and they all treat me so nicely.

Lost my Phone

Went clubbing with Hazel earlier this year and ended up losing my phone and I think 2 years worth of photos! I was soooo sad and ended up using what Iearned working in starbucks last year to buy a secondhand iPhone 13 Pro. I have a love/hate relationship with the camera but I'm slowly getting used to it.

Concert and Gigs

Last December, I saw Keshi and this May, I saw the 1975 for the first time ever since their first show here in the Philippines last 2013. I enjoyed watching them live so much. In between these concerts, I went to a lot of local and out of town gigs and realized there were a lot of local underrated/underground music that I haven't discovered yet

Vespa Primavera 150

I saved up like crazy so I can buy myself a scooter, a Vespa to be exact. I was gonna go for the White Primavera 150 but someone in a local band told me that it was too common so he bought a relax green one and it got me thinking so that's what I'm gonna go for. I've been going back and fourth to the Vespa Shop here in Baguio but it's still not available until now. It's okay tho, I'm still in the process of fixing my driver's license. Tomorrow, I'll go and get my student's permit in Porta Vaga.

The Idea of Living on my Own

I saw a loft apartment the other day and I'm going to check out the actual thing tomorrow morning. It got me thinking of starting to live on my own and it fills my tummy with butterflies just thinking about how I'm gonna decorate it to make it feel like my home. I shouldn't be too excited because I'm not yet sure whether I'll actually get it or some other people are going to get it before me. But if I don't get the apartment, I'm already decided that I should move out this year, I'm about to turn 26!

Crochet

I started crocheting late last year but I didn't get to continue practicing due to working 2 jobs and dating someone at the same time but this year, I gained a lot of time because I resigned and the relationship died lmao. I've been working on a life size BMO stuffed toyfor the past 3 months, I think? I'm about to finish it this week, I think! After this, I'll continue making tops like what I originally planned.

Half Dyed Hair

I know I told myself multiple times that I'm going to leave my hair alone and and start growing it out but I bleached and dyed it again this year. Ended up regretting it and had lots of hairfalls :( This will be the last time I swear.

Lost my Tita to Cancer

It came to a shock that my tito asked me to come to Manila asap because my aunt was already in her death bed. I spent a week staying by her side and crying. I never told her that I loved her even when she was literally dying because those words can't come out of my mouth but I know I did. She took care of me for 10 whole years and I always kept my feelings to myself because our relationship wasn't perfect but I'm thanful everyday because I wouldn't be the person I am today if she never took me in when my parents gave me and my brother away. She's in a better place now and I've already forgiven al the wrongs she's done to me.

We have 6 months left until the year is over, a lot of things can still happen and I'm excited what else is in store for 2023. Thank you for reading! :)

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blazzium · 3 years

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G.A.C A-Squad Member Portfolio 2/5 2/4

"Thank you computer. Next, find portfolio Aaron Goodwin, A-Squad second in command, codename: Live-Bait."

Scanning...

Portfolio Found

Do you wish to open it?

"Yes."

Portfolio Opening Sequence Commencing

Successful!

Do you wish to read it?

"Yes."

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Aaron Goodwin was born April 1st, 1976 in Las Vagas, Navada, though the only known family in the data base of his family are father Don, a former veteran who fought for king and country, and sister Amy, currently out of the state. Through the early years, his grandfather taught him the ways of ghost hunting, giving him the very same hammer he used during his active times, in which Aaron still uses. However, things would become difficult when Aaron was convicted of theft at a young age, landing him in Navada State Prison, where he met Zak Bagans and [REDACTED]. They grew close and entered the G.A.C together after their sentances were fufilled, hunting ghosts under the B-Team name with Bill Chapel leading them. A few years later, and a member short, Aaron got to meet Billy Tolley and Jay Wasley, who he was very fond of from the start. Aaron lost a lot of good friends after the G.A.C was destroyed, and he grew extremely vengeful towards all demons who seek to harm others out of pure enjoyment.

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Aaron inherited a war hammer from his grandfather during hunts, however Billy Tolley made some inhancements for the modern day feel, though Aaron claims it's still like when grandpa gave it to him for the first time. He always seems to have a spirit box on him at all times, even when it isn't necessary. Zak thinks he even sleeps with one, just in case.

He is bubbly, cooky at times, and has been know to jump at the smallest thing, however he is reliable to get the job done. His brute strength makes him great for destroying things, and his knowledge of demons makes him a wonderful asset to the team. Despite that, he is a kind individual who would never hurt without reason. He despises being alone, however how can you blame him when Bagans keeps sending him off by himself?

Aaron refuses to allow Zak to drive so long as he is still breathing, so most of the time it is him driving to the locations. When it isn't, he trusts Jay will get them there in one piece, and Billy is a close third.

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To see more, look up file on Zak Bagans, Jay Wasley, Billy Tolley, [REDACTED], the G.A.C, or the A-Squad

"Thank you, computer. Now look up portfolio Billy Tolley, A-Squad audio visual tech and third in command, codename: Heartattack."

#ghost adventures anime #ghost adventures crew #ghost adventures #bill chapel #aaron goodwin #zak bagans #jay wasley #billy tolley #original story

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girlsgonemildblog · 3 years

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Men Suck No Matter the Nation - Emily in Paris Episode 2 Recap (Spoilers!!)

Poster from IMDB

First of all, where the hell did Emily get this French-teaching rosetta-stone thing she is listening to? It tells her, “my name is Marc” should be “mon nom est Marc,” which, while a direct translation, is not correct French, and if she used it that way, any French person would laugh in her face.

Anyway, the episode starts with her running again (I hate people who run. Get over yourselves.) She quickly stops to fat shame some artwork and then returns to her building where she somehow goes to the wrong apartment again. She’s so stupid, and I hate her. This show is fantastic.

She steps in dogshit (which gave me serotonin, not gonna line) and then posts on her social media about it. Somehow, she knows the word “merde” but not “je m’appelle.” This is where we see she has somehow gone from 230 followers to 1435 followers, all in the time it takes her to get dressed. Also, Emily JUST now notices her interactions, which is unbelievable for an average person, let alone someone who posts as much as she does, and especially not for someone who is supposed to work in social media marketing!!

She then proposes a marketing campaign to her boss, Sylvie, who points out that...uh, exclusivity is the whole point of exclusive brands? Luxuries aren’t luxuries if everyone has them? Sylvie is right a lot, I’m noticing.

At a work-party, Emily gushes about a marketing campaign she did for a vaccine where whenever someone googles “tropical vacation,” “paradise,” or “beach,” her product would come up. First off, that is not how that product would be marketed. Second of all, if that were true, everyone involved was terrible at their jobs; the marketing people for her product, the marketing people for tropical hotels and resorts, heck, even the people in charge of google search results. If you googled a tropical resort, and the first thing that came up was a vaccine for an illness you might get there, that’s not going to make you want to get the vaccine; it’s going to make you want to vacation somewhere else.

Emily then gets approached by one of her company’s clients, Antoine, who sucks. I know Emily is big-dumb, but no woman, in 2020, is THAT oblivious to being sexually harassed. They’re at a work function, and he’s talking to her about lingerie and pleasing men, then tells her she smells like “expensive sex.” I know you can’t necessarily tell a big client to get fucked, but she doesn’t even seem uncomfortable. It feels like the audience is supposed to interpret this as perfectly normal, which makes me quite uncomfortable. Also, not nearly as important, but “the best way to learn a language is in bed” seems like bad advice. I just feel like the vocabulary you would learn would be pretty limited.

Though Antoine wants Emily on the team for his perfume, Sylvie insists that she would be a better fit for a lubricant for old women, vaja-jeune. And I know that this is because Sylvie is jealous of Antoine giving Emily attention; still, Sylvie is right (AGAIN); this is a better fit for Emily, who has experience in pharmaceuticals.

Julien then comes over and reveals that Sylvie is Antoine’s mistress, which, like, Sylvie could do so much better.

Emily, carrying the most hideous handbag of all time, meets up with her new friend, Mindy, who explains French affairs to her. There is no way that Emily had no idea about mistresses in France, unless she grew up under a rock. Emily is so naive that it isn’t endearing; it’s annoying. I hate her with a passion. This show is fantastic.

At this dinner, we learn that Mindy abandoned being rich as fuck to be a nanny, but it’s okay because now she has her “freedom”, whatever the fuck that means. The next discovery is that Emily is a Karen, who thinks she can “teach the chef a thing or two about customer service.” Just when I thought she couldn’t get any worse.

The chef turns out to be the hot guy whose apartment she keeps trying to break into, so she eats her steak without making him recook it. She discovers that she’s wrong and says it’s “surprisingly tender,” and only Emily is dumb enough to be surprised that meat that’s less cooked is more tender.

In the next scene, we see her boyfriend, Doug, who is supposed to get on a plane in the next five minutes, call to tell her he isn’t coming. It feels like he could’ve called maybe a BIT earlier. He tells her that he doesn’t want to explore Paris alone and that she should quit her job and come home because he “doesn’t know how to do long-distance.” Here’s an idea, Doug, you could fucking try?! I mean, this guy SUCKS. I hate him. SO MUCH. I actually hate him to the point that it makes me kind of...like Emily. I know, shocking, right? Emily breaks up with him, thankfully (and obviously).

Then, she posts on her Instagram about the old lady-lube and, apparently, Brigitte Macron tweets about it. You know, Brigitte Macron? The First Lady of France? Who definitely spends her time tweeting links to Instagram posts from accounts with like 5000 followers, referencing her dried out vagina? I’m all for suspension of disbelief, but come on. The episode ends with her coworkers toasting her over this and calling her their “vaga-jeune,” which translates to “young vagina.” Kind of seems inappropriate for her coworkers to call her, but maybe that’s just me.

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craftyjellyfishcat · 4 years

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Paper Mario game idea (long post)

ok y’all on a discord server there was an something meant for fluff that grew into a possible game idea for a paper mario spin off game, so let’s dive right in!

1.Plot

here’s what I’ve came up for the plot so far (this is subject to change):

Mario was in his home while reminiscing about his grand adventures over the course of the many titles in the series (but mostly the first three games) and the friends he made along the way as well.

So the red plumber bought tickets to the luxurious coast village called Meadow brook and was planning a get together for the friends he made along his many adventures (Peach, Bowser and Luigi are included) however when the player arrives to the town, Mario is nowhere to be found and there is a looming enemy you must now defeat!

2. Gameplay

the game play was a little tricky due to RPG fans enjoying either Turn based or Action based Rpg, so in order to please both sides I combined the two. “What does that mean...?” I hear someone ask, what I mean is that it’ll be more Action based for the over world enemies (goombas, evil koopas, etc...) while the turn based will be for the important and boss characters.

The star points and Experience will be returning as well as badges too, and there will be three levels that reference the first three games (as tribute)

3.The must have objects of power

this one was pretty easy to figure since the first three games had this but without further a do presenting the important you must collect objects: the Pearls of Chaos

Each Pearl represents an aspect of chaos and when the planets align with the sun the pearls become extremely powerful and could cause a cataclysmic disaster if used together by evil

here’s the pearls powers and where to find them (bosses too)

White Pearl- restores order- Chapter 1 (Mountain resort)

Boss: Cockatrice

Red Pearl- Form- Chapter 2 ( the ref to Paper Mario: TTYD)

Boss: (unknown)

Pink Pearl- Physics- Chapter 3 ( an Las vagas inspired city; there will be subtle references to gambling)

Boss: a shady card underboss

Cyan Pearl- Dimension- Chapter 4 (the ref to Super Paper Mario)

Boss: (unknown)

Green Pearl - Creation (objects appearing out of nowhere) - Chapter 5

Boss: (unknown)

Yellow or Gold Pearl - Animation- Chapter 6

Boss: (unknown)

Purple- Fantasy- Chapter 7 (Ref to Paper Mario 64)

Boss: (unknown)

4. Final Boss

All I have for the final boss is that they’re like the shadow queen but more manipulative and cunning. They also created the Pearls but was defeated by them.

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Anyways if you guys have any ideas to this, don’t be shy

#long post #paper mario #super paper mario #paper mario 64 #paper mario the thousand year door

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venusinorbit · 5 years

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Over the last 18 years, Vargas has tried several times to join the armed forces. He was finally allowed to enlist last year after marrying a U.S. citizen and gaining permanent residency in 2017. Before he obtained a green card, the now 35-year-old Army engineer was shielded from deportation by the DACA program — which hangs in the balance as the Supreme Court considers whether to allow the Trump administration to terminate it.

Like his siblings, Vagas grew up as an undocumented immigrant in New York City. In 2011, he passed the New York State bar exam after graduating from City University of New York Law School. His application to the bar the following year, however, was rejected based on his lack of legal status by the bar's Committee on Character and Fitness, which referred his case to the New York State Supreme Court.

After a three-year legal fight, the court, in a precedent-setting ruling, voted unanimously to approve Vargas' application in 2015. He was sworn in the following year, becoming New York's first openly undocumented lawyer. During this time, he also established himself as a nationally recognized advocate for immigration reform — testifying before Congress, launching an advocacy group and serving as a Latino outreach strategist for Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders during the 2016 campaign.

Before enlisting, Vargas represented several clients in immigration cases and worked as senior counsel in the immigration committee of the New York City council.

#cesar vargas #undocumented #daca #dreamers #army reserve #immigrant #immigration #new york state bar #immigration reform #latino #boot camp

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like-a-dame-fitz · 6 years

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"I heard you were doing good."

Fitz smiled brightly as he turned around when he heard the mans voice. "Frank! You came!" he gleamed as he held the mans shoulders. Fitz was known as the child of the last Vegas strip. He was well known by all the stars and starlets. He grew up around them, studied them, got to know them. He was only 21 years old now and had made a success of himself. He learnt from working in all the casinos and then making his way to working hard with the stars to finally ending up on the stage itself. Fitz hosted the biggest of events that the press never found out about. It was THE place to be. He knew how to make his star studded guests feel welcome with his attention to detail and feminine touch. This night was special. The last show of the month was the chairty gig. They would pick a charity and sell the tickets for an obscene amount but it was not to be missed. The venue was small and the stars were huge. To get to see them so up close was an incredible thing. Fitz would raise thousands of dollars from the tickets and hold auctions at the end while his venue kept the money for the drinks and funded his venture very well. As well as it being a charity night it was also Fitz's birthday at midnight. He was going to be 22 years old. Fitz was the MC of the night. He had a good brand of feminine humour and a sweet charm about him all while being easy on the eye in his fitted suits and colourful bow ties. Fitz knew Frank, the man was Las Vagas. He was the king of Vagas. For him to turn up was a huge deal. "Oh, I do alright" he blushed in his humble way. They were by the stage as Fitz was ready to go on and meet the buzzing audience who had arrived in their best suits and gowns. "You look good Frank" he told him while looking into his eyes. Wow Frank was so handsome. It always took him by suprise at how warm and welcome he felt when talking to him. "How are you? Are we taking care of you and your friends?" He spoke as everyone rushed around them getting ready for the show.

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rejectedusername-trashfics · 6 years

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Shot by the Gods- Meet the Parent

Summary: A series of One Shots, Ficlets, or Drabbles from my Gods of LS AU. Gavin introduces his lovers to his mother. But his mother is not a fan of death

Chapter: 12/?

Word Count: 2,132

Note: Takes place after Causing Chaos

Previous / AO3

About two months after Ryan had joined Gavin and Meg’s relationship, Gavin thought it would b a good time to introduce everyone to each other’s parents. Meg had been a reaper for over a thousand years and had no memory of who where parents were during her lifetime nor what happened to their souls. Ryan’s parent was The Titan, the all-powerful who created the universe. Though, once Ryan and the other gods were created, The Titan had stepped out of the picture. Luckily, Gavin was still in contact with his mother, and he was excited to introduce his lovers to her.

Gavin told Ryan and Meg that they would have to fly over to England to meet her. Ryan told him that he and Meg could just teleport there, and they could just teleport him with them. Gavin shuttered at the idea of turning into reaper smoke and told them that his mother was already going to meet them at the airport in London. Meg agree because she technically could fall if she wanted to. Ryan relented because he could not allow himself to fall asleep for reasons pertaining to his god duties. he shifted into a civilian disguise with short honey blonde hair, and said he would do it with no trace of the Vagabond.

After a ten and a half plane flight from Los Santos to London. Ryan shoved people out of his way to get off the plane. He ran as fast as he could into the terminal and collapsed onto the ground with a loud groan. A few minutes passed and Gavin and Meg entered the terminal. They both crouched around Ryan. Meg began petting Ryan’s hair.

“Daw, poor baby. It’s okay. We landed and you can teleport home when it’s time to leave,” Meg attempted to comfort.

“Sorry everyone, it was his first flight,” Gavin called to the other passengers exiting the plane.

“Wasn’t first flight,” Ryan mumbled into the ground.

“I know that. Never took you as a claustrophobic guy.”

“Not normally stuck in tight spaces I shouldn’t get out of. Did it because I love you.”

“I know you do. And I love you back.”

“Now come on lover boys, let’s get up and meet Gav’s mother at baggage claim,” Meg prompted. Gavin and Ryan smiled and complied. They knew at least one of the three of them had to keep everything together.

They walked to their baggage claim carousel. In the people waiting by the carousel they say an older woman with hair and eyes that matched Gavin’s. “Gavin, darling!” the woman called out as she ran up to Gavin and gave him a huge hug, and kiss on the forehead.

“Mum!” Gavin cheered as he graciously accepted the hug.

After a minute, the woman, Gavin’s mum, released the hug and gave Meg a hug. “And you must be Meg. Oh, it is so lovely to finally meet you! You are even more lovely than your pictures show.”

Meg hugged back, “It’s nice to meet you as well, Ms. Free,”

“Please, you can call me Margret,” he introduced herself as she finished th hug. Then she looked over at Ryan and frowned slightly. “I assume that would make you, the Vag, I mean, Ryan,” she quickly corrected herself.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” Ryan greeted as he held out his hand to shake, nervously.

Ms. Free glared at the hand for a moment before forcefully shaking it up and down. “Right then, you ready to grab luggage and take the drive home? Think you can handle an hour and a half on the road after such a long flight?”

“I think we’ll be alright,” Gavin reassured her.

They were able to collect their suitcases and pile into Ms. Free’s car. Meg sat in between Gavin and Ryan in the back. “Alright, so how did you meet my Gavin, Meg?” she asked Meg, first.

“I was working at a coffee shop by Gavin’s apartment. We both grew to have feeling for each other but we didn’t think we’d have the opportunity to act on them. It was actually Ryan who pushed the two of us together. Now we’ve been together over a year,” Meg explained.

“Rrrriiiiiiighhhttttt... and Ryan joined the relationship a few months ago?”

“That is correct,” Ryan confirmed.

“And you’re member of the Fake AH Crew with Gavin, right?”

Ryan’s eyes widened in surprise that Gavin’s mom knew about the crew, “…yes…”

“What do you do in it?”

Ryan didn’t want to reveal that he was the Vagabond. “Uh… cleanup?”

“Right.”

Gavin and his mum continued to chat for most of way. About an hour in, Meg noticed that Ryan was sitting, uncomfortably. “Ryan, honey, what’s wrong?” Meg asked.

Gavin glanced over and noticed at well. “Yeah, love, are you still not doing alright?”

Ryan motioned for the three of them to lower their heads. “I don’t think your mother likes me,” Ryan whispered as quietly as he could.

“Bah, nonsense! She probably likes you, plenty.”

“What are the three of you kids gossiping about back there?” Ms. Free asked.

“Nothing, Margret,” Meg responded.

After about twenty more minutes, they arrived at Ms. Free’s home. All four of them entered the home. “Alright, down that hallway we have Gavin’s room and the guest bedroom at the end of the hall. Gav’s bathroom is across from his room and the guest bathroom is right out here. You can set your luggage in your rooms,” Ms. Free announced to the group.

“It’s quite alright mum, but unless you got rid of the king-sized bed I had, I think we’ll be staying in my room,” Gavin explained.

Ms. Free sighed. “Alright then,” she relented as she glared at Ryan. “I’ll go make us some tea, then,” she said a she walked to the kitchen to start making tea.

Ryan sighed heavily. “Seriously, what’s wrong?” Gavin asked.

“I’m seriously not getting good vibes from your mother,” Ryan admitted.

“Don’t be so nervous, Rye, it will all be fine.”

“You can’t let your paranoia get the best of you, honey. Everything will be just fine,” Meg added.

Ten minutes later, the tea was ready. The group all sat down at the dining room table and Ms. Free poured everyone a cup. Gavin took a sip of his and smiled. “Love the tea, mum.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Ms. Free replied. Ryan mixed some sugar into his tea and took a sip and frowned at the taste. “What, the tea not good enough for you?” she asked Ryan.

“No, no. I just normally have a fruitier tea at home,” Ryan attempted to explain.

“Like, pomegranate?” she speculated.

“How did you,” he was cut off by Gavin’s phone going off.

“Ooh, this must be Dan. I texted him to let him know I was in town with you guys. I can’t wait for you all to meet him. I’ll b right back,” Gavin explained as he got up to take the phone call.

Ryan shifted nervously as Gavin left the room and Meg began rubbing his back to relax him. “it will be okay,” she whispered to comfort him.

“Crew cleanup, really?” Ms. Free asked in disbelief.

“I’m sorry?” Ryan asked.

“Cut the shite, Ryan, I know you’re the Vagabond. Are you going to try to kill my son for that bloody cult of Vaga, because you have a death fetish?!”

“What? No!”

“Because, Gavin literally can die until he has a kid to pass the Midas gene onto.”

“I’m well aware.”

“That stupid cult is nothing but harm, anyway!”

“Ma’am, he’s not in the cult of Vaga, none of us are,” Meg attempted to explain.

“Well, his obsession with Vaga is absurd. He’s responsible for my husband’s death. I’m not sure I can like you either if you like such an evil god!”

Ryan gulped. He couldn’t tell if she knew his true identity or not, but he definitely knew she didn’t want him there. He quickly stood up. “Ryan,” Meg pleaded in an attempt to coax him back into his seat. Ryan continued to walk away.

“Back, Dan wants to meet up tonight if we,” Gavin started as he walked back into the room. He passed Ryan walking out of the room. “Wait Ryan, where are you going?”

“I’m clearly not wanted here.” Ryan explained, sadly, as he left the room. Meg quickly got up and went after him.

Gavin looked at the door, then back at his mother. “What the bloody toss happened while I was gone?” he asked his mum.

“Is the Vagabond forcing you and Meg to date him?” she asked.

“No, not at all!”

“Then why would the two of you want to date someone who’s obsessed with the god of death!?”

“It’s… a long story…”

“Why would you agree to date someone with a death fetish!?”

Gavin thought about it for a moment. “Actually, I think I’m the one with the death fetish.” Meg rushed back into the room. “How is he?” he asked her.

“He’s really upset. Do you that it would be better if we told her the truth?” she asked him

“Probably,” he replied with a nod.

“What truth? What are you two talking about?” Ms. Free asked.

Meg turned to face Ms. Free. “Vaga was not directly responsible for your husband’s death, you know.”

“What are you,”

“Vaga’s not evil at all. He’s actually an emotionally soft boy. And he assigned a special grim reaper to be in charge of determining how much time a soul has set on earth. The fate reaper decides the when and how of a soul’s departure. Vaga decides what happens to the soul after it has left the mortal world. A soul can either be sent to a heaven like afterlife, it can be used as sustenance for Vaga, or it can be repurposed and turned into a new grim reaper so Vaga doesn’t have to make more reapers from scratch,” Meg explained.

Ms. Free stared at her, “how did you, how did you know that?”

“Because I’m a recycled-soul reaper. I was originally from around ancient Greece and my name was Megara.”

“Oh yeah, I remember you telling me that.” Gavin remembered.

“But, I thought you were a barista,” Ms. Free commented.

“I do that as part of my job, too,” Meg confirmed.

“Did Ryan summon you here because of his Vaga obsession?”

“He didn’t exactly summon me here.”

“And his connection is something that he should tell you himself because we shouldn’t tell you that truth without his consent. And I know you won’t like his truth,” Gavin added.

“Want me to get him?” Meg asked.

“I think I should,” Gavin replied as he quickly got up to go get Ryan. He went to look for Ryan fist in his room, but he wasn’t there. Out of curiosity, he checked the guest bedroom and sure enough, Ryan was laying on the bed, sulking. “Rye, I think you should tell my mum the truth about your identity,” he requested as he rubbed Ryan’s shoulder.

“You sure?” he asked. Gavin nodded to answer.

“I love my mum, but I also love you and Meg. So yah, I think you should.” Ryan rolled off of the bed and rubbed his face. He followed Gavin out and back into the kitchen.

“So, I’ve been told you have a secret connection with Vaga, God of Death. I’d like to know what it is,” Ms. Free demanded as Gavin and Ryan walked back in.

Gavin bumped shoulders with Ryan, and Ryan sighed. He covered his face with his hands and let his hair turn black and grow back to its natural shoulder length. He uncovered his face to reveal glowing bright, icy blue. “Yeah so, I actually am Vaga,” Ryan admitted.

Ms. Free jumped, startled. “Oh…”

“Mum, he really isn’t evil,” Gavin stated, ready to defend.

Ms. Free looked back up. “While I’m not happy to here that you’re dating the god of death and a grim reaper, but maybe you could at least assure me that he will a long, healthy life.”

Ryan nodded. “I can talk to Mica, I mean Fate, about it. But, I was kinda leaning towards letting Gavin take his fate into his own hands.”

“Daaawww, Ryebread,” Gavin gushed.

Meg leaned over and gave both Ryan and Gavin a kiss on the cheek. “I love it when my two boys get all lovey-dovey,” she commented.

“I’m so happy this didn’t turn out as bad as it could have,” Gavin pointed out as he went to kiss Ryan and Meg. As he kissed the two of them, Ms. Free rolled her eyes. She didn’t know what had gotten into her son, but hopefully it wouldn’t turn out as bad as she thought.

#ragehappy #rt fanfic #fanfic #fake ah crew #turnfreewood #Gods of LS

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nerdygirlsrp-blog · 7 years

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SALEM COLLEGE VERSE-

Harleen Quinzel had everything in her life planned out: go to school on a full gymnastics scholarship, graduate, get her masters in psychology, get married, have kids, be successful. Every decision she made pushed her froward on that list, that was until a couple of her friends convinced her that Las Vagas during her spring break just to blow of steam wouldn’t stop the whole world from turning.

That was when the perfect life turned into a distance memory. A man with dark hair and a dangerous smile bought her a drink and she couldn’t refuse, the rest of that night was a black hole in her memory and when she awoke she found herself in a club, the music loud, the lights flashing, people dancing and she was trapped in a cage. The room was filled with people but none seemed to hear her or care as she begged for her freedom, pleaded to be let out. She saw the handsome man, instead of dark hair it was bright green and he looked more dangerous then charming, he sat in a private room all night, a couple times he would draw nearer to her and she would scream and beg and call him all sorts of names, but he just laughed. The nights blurred together, she lost track of how long she was in that cage, they would let her out - to use the bathroom, to change, the dresses they put her in revealing but at least they were clean.

She grew used to her prison and so the next part of her hell began. They let her out, with a shock collar around her neck like she was a pet and she found out that was excatly what she was. A pretty pet for the green haired monster. They pulled her to the back room and handed her leash to the man who smiled wide. “Now, now, now.... what are we going to do with you?” Then she was introduced to the reality that magic was real, he put her through the ringer, showing her all the things his magic could do to her mind until she was nothing but a crying mess on the floor. He laughed. That was how their games started - he called them games and she knew that they were impossible to win for her, but he would demand things, if she could balance on one leg for an hour he wouldn’t make her see rats chewing on her flesh, if she did 1000 jumping jacks he could answer any question she could ask, if she could find a way to make him kiss her, he would let her go. Games that seemed like hell but soon became Harleen’s reason to live. She got better and better and because of that she got answers and time away from the hellish visions his magic made her see. She found out about the world of magic of Sirens, Witches, Vampires and Succubi. She found out his name was The Joker but he liked it when she called him Mr. J. She started doing a lot of things he liked in hopes that he would let her go at first and then because she just liked doing it.

Stockholm Syndrome some voice whispered in the back of her head as she danced in the cage that was once her prison completing that night’s game to get a vampire to bite her. There was one watching her with fangs extended weighing the pros and cons. Mr. J made it clear to the guest that Harley was his own personal feeder, something that made Harley smile with euphoria, Mr. J needed her and wanted her. When the vampire did loose control, Mr. J was no merciful, it made Harley smile to watch the man burn in the sun.

It had been months maybe a year when Harley’s new life was tipped on it’s axis. A hunter that Mr. J called Batman ambushed the club one night, set fire to the whole thing. Mr. J got them out but not before Harley, still a fragile human was shot with one of batman’s weapons, she lay on the ground of the ally bleeding out, Mr J reveling in her suffering wasn’t doing anything about it. Harley thought she was going to die and the part of her that had been repressed for so long gave out a cry of relief. Mr. J didn’t like that.

Harley didn’t remember the bite or the transformation but she remembered dying and waking up, she was laughing, smiling and so very hungry. They hunted together for a while feeding off the misery in each other and what they caused around town. Two succubi, powerful and seemingly unkillable, until the Batman showed up again. They separated, Harley tried for days, weeks, months to find Mr. J.... but he vanished, her sire had left her alone.

Harley didn’t want to go to Salem College but it was a safe place, away from the Batman, away from the city that she once thrived in and one of the biggest hubs for magical creatures, she was sure if she waited long enough - someone would know something about Mr. J. That was all she was waiting for.

#salem college #harley #harley quinn rp #mad love #harley quinn au

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He couldn't enlist after 9/11 because he was undocumented. At 35, he just finished boot camp

He couldn’t enlist after 9/11 because he was undocumented. At 35, he just finished boot camp

Like his siblings, Vagas grew up as an undocumented immigrant in New York City. In 2011, he passed the New York State bar exam after graduating …

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anycolouryoulikeee-blog · 6 years

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Killjoy OC: Killer King

alright! inspired by my good friend @pavlove-writes , heres my killjoy form for my oc, killer king :)

Real Name: Brendon Urie

Alias: Killer King (though he goes by other names such as The Vicar, The Emperor, Marionette, Ring Master, Virtuous Vice and 'that one kid fron years ago that people thought would destroy the world but he wasnt relivent for too long' )

Age: 29

Faceclaim: Brendon Urie (DoaB era)

Uniform: though hes had many re-designes, killer kings current uniform consists of a red jacket that resembles a blazer, almost, with a black back patch, which has his logo on the back, a crusifix with a skeleton on it, a crown is on the skull. the jacket has epaulets on the shoulders. he switches out between black and white t-shirts mostly, but he always has a cross and chain around his neck. he wears black jeans with holes in, that he has attempted to stitch up himself, and a pair of knee high lace up boots (the left one has string in stead of a lace, and its too short, so it is only laced up abouy half way). He has a gun holster on either leg and a katana strap for his back. a motorcycle helmet or bandana are usually used to cover his face

Gun Design: he has two guns, both standard bli white as he only recently aquired them.

Height: 1.47 meters

Weight: 120 pounds

Hometown: Las Vagas, Navada

Personal Life: Killer King spends most of his time alone, sometimes bouncing around with other joys for short periods of time. he has an old motorcycle named Freddie Mercury and a small key chain of a voodoo doll named Frank Sinatra. they tend to be his only company.

Likes: shitty pop culture references, tiny trinkets, playing instruments, going fast, waffles, punching things, intimacy, drinking, smoking, elton john god

Dislikes: the past. just the concept of time passing. he tends to not really like younger killjoys, they get under his skin. he also tends to not like newer killjoys, god knows why. he hates a ton of noise and voices overlapping, he likes to be able to think. he hates any sort of reference to his actual name, or anybody he used to know. he is just killer king.

Personality: He is quite a flashy and on show person, though its not intentional. hes very out there and loud at times, and can be quite hyperactive and sparatic. he is very spontanious and its hard to ever know whats going through his head, because half the time he doesnt even know. despite all this, he is an intovert, and prefers spending his time on his own, or with few people (3 people besides himself tends to be his limit) he comes across as rather cold and quiet, but he can be a real sweetheart at times, and will try to hell those he trusts (which isnt many people)

Confidence: killer king tends to be quite confident in his abilities, though he doesnt like to brag. in other aspects, he is quite shy and tends to keep to himself

Sexuality/Sexual Role: Pansexual, switch (submissive top and bottom)

Sexually Active?: yes

Relationship Status: its complicated

Education: standard education up until the age of 12, then was taught by the various groups he rode around with (luckily, one of the members of the pacifists he was with for a few years used to be a teacher) although he has had a lot of experience with different groups and different kinds of people, he is still quite an ammeture at most things.

but he knows a lot of neat facts

Short Backstory: he went to get his first injections and pill dosage at the age of 5. months later, his parents discovered that they where having no effect.

he was taken for many tests before sectioned to be a subject for trialing new medication. he was eventually broken out by a group of random killjoys trying to free his entire section. he then jumped from group to group for years before settling with a small group of friends he'd aquired (Ryan Ross, Spencer Smith, jon walker) at the age of 17. they all died when he was 19.

he then found himself with a group called the youngbloods, after their leader, pete wentz, helped him in a bar fight.

throughout the years he grew close to patrick stump (of the youngbloods) and dallon weekes, before being presumably killed at the age of 22.

3 years later, he's been spotted again.

Familial Relations: his mother, father and 4 older siblings all still live in battery city, though he doesnt associate himself with them. he just says hes an orphan.

Extras: killer king has diagnosed combined ADHD and Anxiety.

he can speak a little italian and japanese (just so he can read labels)

he is very religious and tends to hang out around bombed out churches when he can.

he likes getting dirty, killing with his katana when he can. he has no preference to a side, he doesnt consider himself a killjoy.

he has god awful aim with his gun and the fact that he has two of them isnt any better.

Favorite musician: Frank sinatra

Favorite song: show must go on by queen

Favorite book: nineteen eighty-four

Favorite movie: the wizard of oz

Languages Spoken: italian, japanese

#oc #my oc #killer king #killjoy oc #brendon urie #mcr #my chemical romance #killjoy headcanon #danger days #killjoystuff

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tazmoney-blog1 · 6 years

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401 : MIND MAP De-construction OF Taz

15th NOVEMBER 2017

CONTEXTUAL UNDERSTANDING:

Influenced by a very young age from music it was my saver my soul jus felt so complete wen i would hear music and dance, so being born in the early 90s i grew up listening to a lot of early 90s hip-hop, living in Australia we only got american and english music Australian music wasn't massive in the pop charts to an extent. Also growing up in a remote place our town almost felt like an island coz beautiful beaches backed onto bush,so its a madd mix between Island Music and Rap to Hip-hop to everything.

So i would listen to a lot of Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, Dancehall TO

2000′s west coast Rap including Dr.Dre, SnoopDogg, Eazy E, TO

Missy Elliot, Eminem, Mariah Carrey, Beyonce, Destiny Child, Craig Davis, Lana DelRay, Lauryn Hill, Rhianna, Nicki Minaj TO

Nina Simone, Hot Chocolate, George Micheal, Whitney Houston, AND

everything from Afrobeats, Bashment, Soul, Jazz

This is a picture of my Home town GERALDTON , W.A, 6530

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iIMAGE AND IDENTITY:

I believe our image and identity is always evolving (for some), but everything in your life you come across the people you come across the experiences, everything shapes you weather you want it to or not.

But for me all of that includes but what i try indulge my self into for myself coz of how i iz and who i iz as a spirit and soul , I have a very unique and different energy and vibrations but what that has branched from would be:

Growing up in remote place always wondering what else is out there,

Having to realise to get anywhere in life and out of this little town I’VE gotta do it for MYSELF and BY MYSELF = Solitaire = Elighqment Consciousness Awakening = Spiritually Awoken = Spiritual Guidance = Your road to your reason...

Olive Skinned English- Australian , Mum was born in Bristol and went to Australia when she was young so I jus coming back to the roots coz i didn't feel Australia was where i belong kinda. Was born in Australia

Loud, Engeries, Tattoos, Open Minded, Love, Kind, But don't F**k me off

Mind over matter, Stay focused, Manifest Law of attraction

Snoopdogg - inspired how he created his own clothing line and when was launched only wore his WEST COAST brand

Rhianna, Missy Elliot, Nicki Minaj, Beyonce, Lil Kim, Lauryn Hill = ME

HIP-HOP > CULTURE > RUSTA > VAULES & ACKNOWLEDGES OF SELF

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CREATIVE OUTPUT:

My creative output for where I iz at currently in NOVEMBER 2017 as a producer, an artist, always a student because I'm always learning am about to start getting back into learning the keyboard and guitar again, and also just started to undertake producing for an artist aswell, there is only so much i do know and what i can learn for output coz I'm trying to do a lot of things at ounce, but so far for my Production side I have a

Soundcloud >INSTAGRAM > Youtube >> DANKprodcution > Instrumentals

As an Artist I currently am working on a mixtape so i don't put anything out as i would like to but i also would prefer it to be not rushed and more perfect and i guess because I'm still trying to0 find my sound as I'm producing for myself for what i want the world to hear me as is still creating/building well more trying to get me myself and my should into music.

As i am who i iz I have always been a crazy, loud, soul.

i always dance when i hear music i LOVE dancing,

I am currently starting my own clothing line starting with Tracksuits so basically sports urban wear so look out on INSTAGRAM for the dropping of that.

so hopefully that will help everything bounce of each other so from wearing my clothing i get free cloths ,my famz and fans help promote and they get clothing when they wear it and followers following me will follow them vis-versa , it will pre-mote the production side of my business, as an artist i will always wear my own clothing so people that only see me as an artist this will promote my production and the business of the clothing

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EXPERIENCE:

As the age of where i iz today 23, i have found that the experiences i have been thru changes me on every occasion from Leaving my Home town to Perth witch was 4 hours south, the moving to Melbourne in Victoria ,Australia which was 4 hour flight across 2 boarders, than moving to London which was a 24 hour flight all by myself. Being in England by myself don't really have any close family well non known of besides the family have made with the people i have met. I have gone thru a lot in the last 3 years.

Being away from my sister and cousin and niece and nephew is defiantly the hardest thing but the future will be so much better for us..

I love travelling, when i was in High School i didn't really pay attention coz in my soul i knew that the only way to learn is and the best way is to travel, to places you never even known existed, cultures you've never hurd about, and just to grow as a great person.. Iv been to California, Hawaii, Las Vagas, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand , Bali, New Zealand, Brazil, Spain, France, Scotland (jus for a drake concert so need to go back to explore).

Places i wanna go visit Jamaica, Caribbean of course, Cuba, Africa, like basically every country in the world if i can..

I was a chef for 5 years so i felt so missed out so from 16 to 21 i was working soon much 18 hour days 6-7 days a week some weeks i spent the last 2 years of my chaffing having an other job at night 4-7 days a weeks so basically spent 2 year not having a day off on 4-5 hours sleep a day, jus to change my life well slightly shift it to get out of cuffing and change my life to my music life.

I started dancing in clubs from 21 because it gave me the opportunities to pay for the music school i water to go to for 2 years, helped me move my life over to the UK, helped support my sister n her babies gave me the time during my weeks to basically “work” in my home studio from 4-8 hours a day 7 days a week if I'm not busy doing other things, oh and the dancing helped me get all my music equipment 3 times over because if the events that have happened iv even had to leave music equiptment behind, or its gotten stolen but its all gud..

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PRODUCT:

PRESENTS - My products i currently have is My digital product so Soundcloud, Youtube, Instagram.

Physical products is my DANK hoodie that i wear everywhere but other items is in the mix of surfacing jus finalising a few things

FUTURE - for future i would love to have a full collection of clothing, and eventually going into a badgyall luxury line swell of nights out an pretty face days.

Digitally to have a platform for me and my artist and eventually have my own record label to be able to have an empire of amazing musician. the platform will have my production side where i want to produce other artist and have them in my label, a side for me as an artist , a side for my artist, and jus for production where people can buy tracks or use them so for.

and than eventually have an orginization where people can learn, and jus indulge in the industry

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MARKET AWARENESS:

LABELS - I haven't really thought about the label side of things until i get a lil bit more comfortable and establish as myself than ill think about it.

VISUAL - Magazines including XXL, Rollingstone, The Source

Digital includes Youtube for interviews, and Documentaries

INDOURSMENTS- It would be nice to be endorsed by sport brands including ADIDAS, NIKE, PUMA, as you bounce of each other your fans see you in adidas and they go buy it vis-versa .

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CLIENT/FANBASE:

Currently i have just started producing for this lovely Gyal her name is Jade so this will be very excited to be able yo be apart of her journey to have the opportunities to create her mixtape.

The best thing i love about this project is i get the change to produce beats i wouldn't make for myself but would be proud to make and produce for some one else coz how jade is her style and everything i love so much and theres a lil side of that in me so i think thats why it would be a great project. so hopefully we get that exactly how she wants it , and than hopefully i can take on another artist ounce i can handle more. Eventually by 2020 to have 5 artist I'm producing for Mixtape to Album or what ever happens

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CLIENT RELATIONSHIPS:

FASHIION SIDE: Hopefully everybody i know that i have either met or personally know they will support me with buying my clothing from having an Australian store online and a UK one should be good and a wide rage of people.

MUSIC: My relations i have in the music scene in UK is

Newcastle: Kashy

Leeds: Paddyf, Direct

London: Jahlani, Mega, Mass Mon, Dabeatfreakz, TazDmt,

INDUSTRY AWARENESS:

At the moment i don't have the biggest awareness within the industry but what i do know or kinda know off is including:

Deals > INDOURSMENTS > bookings > MANAGEMENT > publishment > GIGGS > a&r > etc etc

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nofomoartworld · 6 years

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Hyperallergic: Louise Bourgeois: An Unfolding Portrait, a Conversation with Curator Deborah Wye

Louise Bourgeois, “Spider” (1997), steel, tapestry, wood, glass, fabric, rubber, silver, gold, and bone. 14′ 9″ × 21′ 10″× 17′, collection The Easton Foundation (© 2017 The Easton Foundation/Licensed by VAGA, NY)

In 1982, as a young curator at the Museum of Modern Art, Deborah Wye organized a retrospective exhibition devoted to Louise Bourgeois, who was then 70 years old. It was the museum’s first one-person survey of a woman artist in well over 30 years. Later, Bourgeois donated an archive of her printed work to MoMA and, in 1994, Wye organized an exhibition of Bourgeois’s prints to accompany the publication of a catalogue raisonné. Over the next 17 years, the artist, who died in May 2010, produced a vastly expanded body of prints, for which Wye has now edited a comprehensive online catalogue. The exhibition Louise Bourgeois: An Unfolding Portrait, on view at MoMA until January 28, 2018, celebrates that publication.

Wye, now Chief Curator Emerita of Prints and Illustrated Books at the Museum, and I are standing in the museum’s yawning Marron Atrium, where an immense spider sculpture in the center (with a smaller one high up on the wall), and a panorama of large-scale prints, offer a somewhat intimidating introduction to the exhibition, the balance of which is installed in the third-floor Edward Steichen Galleries. Wye organized the show and wrote the accompanying catalogue, which provides an expert overview not only of Bourgeois’s prints and artist’s books but her work as a whole.

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Deborah Wye (photo by the author for Hyperallergic)

Christopher Lyon: We’re standing beside “Spider” (1997), which seemed like a good item for orienting ourselves biographically. It is a steel sculpture of a spider, almost fifteen feet tall, whose eight legs surround a circular cage-like structure. Hung on its walls, attached to several frames propped up inside the structure, and draped on a chair at the center of it, are fragments of faded and tattered tapestry. This work is one of the series of Cells that Bourgeois created over the last two decades of her career.

Deborah Wye: This is the only one of Bourgeois’s sixty-two Cells that brings together the spider and cell structure. The symbolism of the spider as Bourgeois’s mother is especially vivid here, since she was a tapestry restorer by trade. Louise saw the Cells as refuges — she has a chair here for herself. We have another Cell in the show that also includes a chair. But I think the spider in this work also conveys an element of entrapment. It shows a kind of ambivalence on Louise’s part to the role of motherhood.

CL: Wasn’t one of Louise’s earliest jobs as a child filling in drawings on tapestries being repaired?

DW: It was. Louise’s mother’s tapestry restoration workshop employed about twenty women. As a child, Louise was asked to draw in missing imagery from the torn and damaged tapestries. Workers in the atelier would then re-weave those sections.

CL: An interesting aspect of this piece is that the abdomen of the spider hovering above the enclosure is a kind of basket containing three glass globes, like giant eggs.

DW: Those are the babies. They can be seen as symbolizing both the family that Bourgeois grew up in, with a sister and brother, and also her own family, since she had three sons.

CL: One could pull at the threads of this show at multiple places. One that occurred to me was a connection to a work in the show titled “Bosom Lady” (1948), in which the birdlike figure with Louise’s head and exposed breasts is gazing at a bowl that contains three eggs. So this motif spans a half century of work.

DW: In the same alcove where “Bosom Lady” is shown, there are the Sainte Sébastienne prints, which are all self-portraits of Bourgeois. The final versions show a female figure with an exotic, up-swung hairdo, and in the hairdo are hidden three eggs. Her sons would have been in their fifties when these prints were made, yet the subject still preoccupied Bourgeois.

CL: One of your goals in the show, I think, is to show this continuity across Louise’s work.

Louise Bourgeois, “Stamp of Memories II” (1994), drypoint, with metal stamp additions. Sheet: 25 3/8 x 17 1/8″, The Museum of Modern Art, New York. Gift of the artist (© 2017 The Easton Foundation/Licensed by VAGA, NY)

DW: I’m very interested in the way the past and present merge. It is evident throughout the show. Bourgeois will turn to a theme from an early painting to create a print fifty years later. Or she includes a text she wrote in 1947 in a book from 1990 — the puritan. She once said that her memories were her treasures, but also that she was a prisoner of her memories.

CL: That’s a big issue with Louise.

DW: Yes, her memories and feelings from the past remained very powerful. She said that when she looked at a work made a long time ago, all the emotions she felt at that time came rushing back to her.

But if I could say I had an organizing principle for the exhibition, it would be to explore Bourgeois’s creative process, demonstrating how prints played an integral role in her practice overall. As a print curator, I’ve always been fascinated with evolving states that show a composition developing. That evolution disappears under layers of a painting or drawing. In this exhibition I wanted to show her creative process beyond printmaking — that a print could derive from a painting or a drawing or a sculpture, or might inspire a work by her in another medium.

CL: In your book and on the exhibition labels you emphasize the printmakers Bourgeois worked with. It seems that she was energized by collaboration.

DW: I think she was. In printmaking, the collaboration of artist, printer, and publisher has always been an essential factor. There is a lot of personal chemistry involved in these relationships. For example, the printer Felix Harlan, of the Harlan & Weaver print workshop, not only had expertise but also a personality that melded well with Bourgeois’s. They worked together for some twenty years at her brownstone in Chelsea, where she had two small printing presses on the lower level. He said he’d often prepare a blotter with proofs pulled during the day and leave it on her table so when she woke up early, she could start working on them. She always wanted to revise, revise, revise. That process went on and on. She could make twenty or thirty evolving states and variants for a single composition.

[As we enter the third-floor exhibition galleries, Deborah stops to listen to a recording of Louise’s voice, heard from a speaker in the ceiling]

DW: You hear her singing here in a kind of rap song she wrote, called “Otte.” I wanted her to be present in the show. Her voice gives me that.

CL: I was so interested that you started the show with works that are architectural but also merging the body and constructed forms. You see it over and over again: this attempt to reconcile geometry with organic forms, the intellect with the emotions. We’re looking now at one of her most famous images, the “Femme Maison” — a female nude whose head and torso are enveloped by a house.

Louise Bourgeois, plates 2 of 9 from the illustrated book “He Disappeared into Complete Silence” (1947), engravings. Page: 9 13/16 x 6 6/8″ (25 x 17.5 cm). The Museum of Modern Art, New York. Abby Aldrich Rockefeller Fund (© 2017 The Easton Foundation/Licensed by VAGA, NY)

DW: Again, this is the past and present coming together: she made the print in the ’80s, but from imagery of the 1940s. Another compelling example of the embodiment of architecture is seen in the skyscrapers illustrating the small book He Disappeared into Complete Silence, made in 1947. She envisioned the buildings as people. If one is standing alone, it’s lonely; if there are two, they form a couple; if there are three, it means jealousy. She fully personalized these architectural structures.

CL: Now we are in the alcove devoted to selections from the versions of Sainte Sébastienne, which we mentioned earlier —

DW: This is just a fraction of the states and variants for Sainte Sebastienne, which she made in the 1990s. The subject derives from a watercolor of 1947 where she feminizes the Christian Saint Sebastian for the first time.

Louise Bourgeois, plates 3 of 9 from the illustrated book “He Disappeared into Complete Silence” (1947), engravings. Page: 9 13/16 x 6 6/8″ (25 x 17.5 cm). The Museum of Modern Art, New York. Abby Aldrich Rockefeller Fund (© 2017 The Easton Foundation/Licensed by VAGA, NY)

CL: And in the early piece, we have a sort of organic figure being attacked by abstract, pin-like forms. These become arrows in the 1990s versions.

DW: She felt attacked by inner feelings — depression, anxiety, anger, and the like, but also from outside antagonisms. Here the changes in the individual proofs reflect how she felt on any given day. She wasn’t simply developing formal elements, although there is always some of that. You’ll notice that hair is a very important element. In one proof it is completely cut off, which certainly represents an act of violence against herself.

CL: Actually the head also appears to be severed at the neck in this print. And in the very large version of Sainte Sébastienne the head is missing entirely. What’s with cutting the head off?

Louise Bourgeois, “Sainte Sébastienne” (1990), drypoint, with hand additions. Sheet: 24 13/16 x 18 1/8″ (63 x 46 cm). The Museum of Modern Art, New York. Gift of the artist (© 2017 The Easton Foundation/Licensed by VAGA, NY)

DW: Anger, I’m sure. I was surprised when I learned that MoMA’s bookshop planned a poster of that work. I think it’s kind of scary. But then some younger women staff members told me they really like it and that to them it represented resistance. So even if a woman’s head is cut off and she is attacked with arrows, she keeps striding forward!

CL: Unstoppable. Now we’re in the section titled “Forces of Nature.”

DW: Not many people have talked about Bourgeois’s relationship to nature, but it was very strong and is reflected often in her work. Growing up, she and her siblings each had garden plots to tend, and she became very familiar with the workings of nature.

CL: Her father had an elaborate garden, right? And animals too? He had like a little zoo there.

DW: Yes, he did. Also, as an adult, when she and her family had a country house in Easton, Connecticut, she spent time with her children outside, studying nature.

[In the center of the gallery where the final section of the exhibition, “Lasting Impressions,” is presented, there is a suspended sculpture with a glittering bronze patina, “Arch of Hysteria” (1993), surrounded by visitors taking selfies. It is a headless, life-size nude male figure bent over backwards so extremely that its extended hands almost touch its heels, making a golden circle in the air.]

CL: This sculpture brings to mind nineteenth-century psychological theories of female hysteria and almost seems like a thumbing of the nose to [neurologist Jean-Martin]

Charcot and [Sigmund] Freud.

DW: It’s definitely a reaction against the idea that hysteria is exclusively a women’s problem. In the nineteenth century, most of the photographs of hysterics in this arched position were of women. But, now I’m reading that Charcot actually did acknowledge male hysteria, too.

Louise Bourgeois, No 1 of 14 from the installation set “À L’Infini (To Infinity)” (2008), soft ground etching, with selective wiping, watercolor, gouache, and pencil additions. Sheet: 40×60″ (101.6 x 152.4 cm). The Museum of Modern Art, New York. Purchased with funds provided by Agnes Gund, Marie-Josée and Henry R. Kravis, Marlene Hess and James D. Zirin, Maja Oeri and Hans Bodenmann, and Katherine Farley and Jerry Speyer, and Richard S. Zeisler Bequest (by exchange) (© 2017 The Easton Foundation/Licensed by VAGA, NY)

[Also in this final gallery is a series of very large (40 x 60 inches) soft-ground etchings, from the installation set “À l’infini” (2008), all with extensive additions in mediums including gouache, colored pencil, and watercolor wash. Wye points out that they all are based on the same underlying print]

DW: I think this is a spectacular late work. And I also believe that the printed fragments on each sheet — the twisting, vine-like elements — give the cycle its unity. Those elements create an almost musical rhythm — a beat that reverberates from sheet to sheet.

Studying Bourgeois’s prints, most of which were made when she was in her eighties and nineties, got me interested in late artistic styles generally — the styles of artists like Titian, Rembrandt, Monet, de Kooning. But all of these artists died at different ages, and Bourgeois lived the longest — until 98. A lot of the art-historical literature about late styles talks about similarities found among different artists — characteristics like loose brushwork, a sense of spontaneity, and a tendency toward abstraction. These have been interpreted as evoking spirituality and transcendence. Bourgeois created this particular project when she was 96 and it felt to me like it fit into this general discussion of late artistic styles. Here, she seems to be going back to a primordial state; some see the series as representing the life cycle, from birth to death.

Louise Bourgeois: An Unfolding Portrait continues at the Museum of Modern Art (11 West 53rd Street, Midtown, Manhattan) through January 28, 2018.

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Shot by the Gods- God to Goddess

Summary: A series of One Shots, Ficlets, or Drabbles from my Gods of LS AU. Ryan shows off one of his abilities as a god.

Chapter:2/?

Word Count:946

Previous / AO3

Note: Takes place after Till Death do us Part

Jack and Gavin were sitting on the couch in the living room of the penthouse. Meg had gone out for the day with Ryan. Ryan had said that the two of them were gonna go hang out with two other reapers that were also residing in Los Santos. Gavin hadn’t been concerned about any of that since Meg had said they were just having free play time in the city.

Jack had just turned on the TV to see if any news stations had picked up on any crew related criminal activities. Gavin raised an eyebrow out Jack. “I just want to see if we’re missing any crew related criminal activity.” The news started talking about deaths that had taken place at the park baseball field.

“Eh. Why’s it matter? We’re used to it already. Besides, Mariel is just a regular reaper, and I guess Tyler decided they should kill people at the baseball field today,” Gavin calmly explained.

Jack stared at him. “How do you know all of this?”

“Well, when you’re dating a reaper, it’s kinda hard not to know these things,” he said with a shrug.

“But, I just remembered that you said that Ryan took her out. Does that bother you?”

“Nah. Ryan told her to stay on earth. And Meg told me that it was so the two of us could be together.”

“I don’t get his logic.”

“Me neither, but I’m not worried about that. I’m pretty sure they’re just, like, boss and employee.”

Suddenly, the front door opened and Ryan walked in. he peeled off his mask and he made his face paint disappear off of his face. He yawned slightly and walked over to the fridge in the kitchen.

“How was your little ‘death play’ time?” Jack asked.

“Death play was good. It was nice meeting up with Tyler and Mariel again,” he answered as he grabbed a diet coke out.

“’Where’s Meg?” Gavin asked.

“I dropped her off back at your apartment,” he answered as he took a sip. He walked over to the chair in the living room and sat down. “Besides, I didn’t think we need to get her anymore involved with the crew than she already is.”

“Fair enough.”

“Now, Ryan, I have a question,” Jack started to ask.

“About the activities that transpired today that the news hasn’t covered?”

“No, no. I noticed that when you first walked in, you had face paint on. But then it literally disappeared off of your face.”

“Yeah, I didn’t need it on anymore, so what was the point of keeping it on, you know.”

“But how did you do that?” the question was finally asked.

“In human terms, shapeshifting.”

Jack looked confused. “Shapeshifting?”

Ryan nodded. “Shapeshifting.”

“I don’t understand.”

“For all of time, gods have been able to change their physical appearance. Back in the beginning of time, we shifted just for the hell of it. When humans came around, we shifted to be able to accomplish goals that we had involving humans,” Ryan explained.

“So, what about the look we know you by?” Gavin asked.

Ryan chuckled. “Funny enough that’s actually my natural look, minus the outfit. The outfit came when I moved to Los Santos in the first place.”

“It’s how I was able to recognize him the day he finally admitted that he was Vaga,” Jack explained.

“How much can you shapeshift?” Gavin asked, curiously.

“Well,” Ryan started. Then his hair got shorter and turned dark blonde. “I can do subtle changes like this.”

“Uh huh,” Jack nodded.

“And I can do much more drastic shifts, like this.” Suddenly, his hair got much longer. He grew a feminine body shape and a pair of feminine breast to go along with it. He had turned into a woman.

Jack started cracking up. “Oh, my you! Finally, another mature woman! Because it doesn’t matter that Lindsay’s a mother now, she still doesn’t count!” she laughed.

“Finally, you’re not alone!” Ryan joked, joining in on the laughter.

“We can paint each other’s nails and talk about cute boys!”

“Baby Lucas Jones is adorable, right?”

Jack snorted. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

Jack and Ryan continued to laugh. Ryan looked over at Gavin and calmed down. “Gavin, what’s wrong?”

Gavin’s face was very red, he was blushing very hard. “It’s just, you look very pretty, Ryan,” he stuttered out.

“Thank you.”

“Maybe, you could, like, stay like that more,” he suggested with that stutter.

Ryan sighed. “Gavin, no. If you’re going to enjoy looking at me, you’re going to have to look at me in my natural form,” he said as he shifted back to his natural form.

“No, you’re right. Besides, you’re very handsome anyway.” Gavin continued to blush. Then he scrambled to his feet. “I’m gonna go to my room now,” he said as he quickly ran away to his room.

Jack looked up at Ryan and smiled. “Well, that’s a good sign.”

“Eh,” Ryan said with a shrug.

“You made him have to leave to go take care of something,” Jack wiggled her eyebrows.

“No, female me did. This is just stupid. Just like Meg’s plan.”

“Meg has a plan?”

“Yes. Meg’s plan is to figure out how to get Gavin to like me back. Which doesn’t make sense to me. She loves Gavin and Gavin loves her. I made it her mission to date Gavin, since I doubt I’ll ever be able to date him myself.”

Jack shrugged. “You know, we always used to think you were the one with the death fetish. But maybe, Gavin is actually the one with a death fetish.

Ryan just sighed in response.

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