#domin and amie have dead names too

[hellcifrogs]

Everyone's got names!! Meet the new oc cast~

I did most Japanese names, but added some variety too and even slid in some ship names as well, so everyone's happy.

#my art #naruto #junko au #naruto ocs #shouta and Jirou are shiori and dei's real names that they had to change for uchiha reasons hehe #domin and amie have dead names too #took me 3 days but WE ARE DONE WITH THESE #i have no words for how much i already love some of these

[theexaltedbride]

Dead Island 2 Slayers X National Guard Reader (Gender Neutral) (Part 2!)

(Once again, art is not mine, but taken from the old TTRPG “All Flesh Must Be Eaten”, forgive me if its a crappy crop. AFMBE is a pretty good and highly modular game if you want to get your zombie fix on with some dicegames. I would also recommend the other games by Eden Studios, like Conspiracy X, Armageddon, and Witchcraft. Not enough people out there give Unisystem a try.)

Amy:

-When it comes to running PT around the manor, or around the block that has been cleared out, Amy always runs past you like its nothing and sometimes playfully swats you on the butt just to help motivate you to move it.

-She sometimes says that after they all get out of this, she might start looking into helping out with physical therapy and exercises for wounded vets with prosthetics. Give something back to the community, but she’s doing it after she wins the gold at the Paralympics and kisses you on camera of course.

-When you go to visit Patton, Amy likes to tag along. She may not know what kind of pain he feels as a soldier, but she perfectly understands what he suffered through his injury and how he must have felt when given looks by people who saw his face. It was the same kind of looks that Amy got for her prosthetic leg. She sees that you like to check in on Patton and wants to be part of it, as her way of telling you that if you were ever hurt like that, or lost a limb like she did, then she would still love you no matter what.

-Amy has seen the way you sometimes have trouble fighting zombie soldiers, and has tried to help you through it by opening up a little about how she hates learning the names of the more recently infected, because its so much easier to put them down when you think of them as just monsters. She understands what bothers you, and she is there for you.

-After plenty of gun drills out in the hills (totally not an excuse to have a secret picnic alone together...well not all the time), you’ve both decided that a pistol is the best kind of Gun for Amy. Something lightweight she can fire one handed while on the run and keeping ahead of the undead.

Bruno:

-Whenever he sees you loading up on weapons or equipment it’s going to be a tossup between a John Wick or John Rambo joke.

-In a sparring match you got a bit too into it and punched Bruno so hard it knocked him down, he played it up more while asking if you could kiss it better.

-Once in bed asked you to talk to him in a more dominant and commanding way, giving him orders. 

-When you’ve tried to determine what gun was best for Bruno, he insisted on trying out a shotgun, only to immediately get knocked onto his ass by the recoil. He had a bruise for a few days, but it was the bruise to his ego which stung the most. This soon cleared up when you figured out a single shot sports rifle with the same caliber rounds as your own, was better for Bruno rather than Semi-automatic or Full-automatic. This way you could both share the same ammunition, but Bruno could actually take his time to hit the Zeds. Anything else seemed to make him too trigger happy. 

-Once you figured out Bruno kind of wanted to impress Mr. Curtis (because he was his Grandpa’s favorite actor) you helped Bruno get some target shooting in so that the next time Curtis had any shooting competitions at the mansion, Bruno just might be able to impress him. 

Carla:

-Similar to Bruno, Carla will sometimes compare you to Hicks or Vazques from Aliens when she sees you loading up, and will throw some quotes your way.

-The scratches you both leave on each other during sparring sessions lead to a lot of jokes that you’re straight up having wild Viking sex rather than training. Carla just jokes back that if you can survive either one with her then nothing will kill you.

-You were genuinely impressed at seeing Carla pick up an M-249 SAW like it was nothing. She loved the look on your face as she just unloaded it into a horde of Zeds coming at you. Sure, most of her shots completely missed or only maimed the zombies, but that still doesn’t change the fact that you will never forget that moment. 

-As a special gift to you, Carla’s personal project is to pick out one of the military vehicles lying around that is best suited for both fighting and transporting people, and tricking it out to handle moving through the zombie infested streets. She’s gonna make it look like something out of Dawn of the Dead or Mad Max. As tribute to you, she’s naming it the “(Your Name) 2″. Since she’s not up to date on what vehicle does what, she’s constantly asking you about them.

-Carla liked her own style, but after finding out from you just how many different pockets military and tactical pants have she’s started to adopt them as part of her wardrobe and loves all the extra space she has for holding her tools and snacks and whatever the hell else she wants to carry with her in the zombie apocalypse. Pockets rule!

Dani:

-Dani regularly helps you cut and style your hair properly so you can keep it regulation standard. She find it boring and would love to go crazy with your hair. But since you want it that way, and it relaxes you to keep some uniformity to your look, she tries to keep complaints to the minimum (but insists on getting to go all out with your hair once you both leave Hell-A and your time with the Guard is over).

-Despite not being one for guns, Dani took to them like a fish to water. She passed all the tests you devised for the group with flying colors (matched only by Sam B whose had plenty of experience by now). She prefers sticking to smaller calibers with pistols and submachine guns. You even went so far as to teach Dani a few little tricks, such as how to properly move and clear a room without bumping into someone else, and communicating with gestures and touches. Shoulder touching is normally a way of communicating between soldiers among a fire team to let them know you are nearby and ready, but between you and Dani it has also taken on a more...intimate meaning as well.

-Since Dani loves to swear now and gain you’ve taken to teaching her some military swears and fun acronyms like SNAFU (Situation Normal All Fucked Up), RDS (Real Deep Shit), and Blue Falcon (Buddy Fucker IE: Backstabber / double-crosser.).

-She sometimes jokes about taking the riot gear off of a riot zombie and wearing it so that she and you can look like a properly armored pair of warrior lovers. But she likes being able to maneuver around zombies and the armor would just cramp her style.  

-Started affectionately calling you the “GI of My Eye.”, even after someone joked that it sounded more like a reference to an eye infection than something sweet (to which she punched them square in the shoulder for it).

Jacob:

-He’s normally pretty anti-authoritarian and anti-establishment, but didn’t take too kindly to Rikky Rex shit talking you in your uniform and making Vietnam War comparisons. Rikky doesn’t know you and doesn’t know what you’ve been through to save people in Hell-A while he and his gang of drunks were partying it up in Beverly Hills. It wasn’t so much an argument on your behalf, as Rikky is way too drunk to hold a coherent thought, but it was kind of nice to see Jacob stand up for you personally even if there are things he doesn’t agree with about your service and to whom you swore an oath to. 

-You and Jacob are starting to develop a Legolas and Gimli style competition over who can stack the most Zeds per mission. You both lie to try and make it sound like the other person got more kills.

-Jacob is trying to find a sleeveless vest with a camo pattern that matches your own, no luck yet but he’ll keep looking.

-You tried to get Jacob to do some gun practice with you, but he honestly swears it off and is happy to stick with clubs and hammers. He says you can pick off the zeds from a distance while he crushes the ones that get through, teamwork.

-Jacob would love to introduce you to his mother, especially if you would show up in your dress uniform, his mother has always been telling him to meet someone nice and respectable outside of the Stunt actor business. 

Ryan:

-You and Ryan had a bonding experience over sharing an MRE together. He was surprised it wasn’t total garbage. It wasn’t good, but at least it was somewhat edible, and he especially loved finding that they sometimes come with sweets.

-You once caught him wearing your helmet and vest and admiring himself in a  mirror while trying out some lines as if he were an actor. You joked to him that if he really wants to admire himself like that in private you could clean up an extra uniform and gear for him to use, but to not use yours since you need them.

-Ryan sometimes leaves little things in your helmet when you are going to be separated for missions and he knows about it in advance. This could range from sweets, to notes, to even once an old photo of him mid dance during his previous career. 

-You’ve both been practicing how to carry another person if they are injured, that’s totally why you are constantly grabbing each other. No ulterior motive at all. It’s just professionalism, even though Ryan isn’t a real First Responder. (Do you think the other Slayers bought it?)

-He has sometimes wondered what he’d look like with a more military high and tight haircut, but just can’t give up his current hairstyle. He even jokes to you that it was a good thing he had a fireman’s costume on hand, or else he never would have been able to bluff his way past the security checkpoint if he had to pretend to be a soldier.

All Purpose Headcanons:

-Once it finally gets through the heads of everyone else that you have a day job besides being in the Guard, they started coming at you with all sorts of questions about what you do and why you chose to give up part of your time off and work days doing training and other work with the National Guard. They were kind of disappointed that your answers were pretty mundane.

-When your slayer lover was thrown into the sewer pit by the Numen, the only reason you didn’t immediately try to jump in and save them was because you tried to stab the nearest Numen who was in your way, only for them to block your hits. Despite being untrained, the Numen named ‘Thurston’ was able to match your movements with frightening speed, using the barrel of his own rifle to block all your bayonet jabs and swipes, before the one called Cadenza grabbed the barrel of your rifle and bent it like a toy. Together the two of them kicked you square in the chest and send you tumbling down into the same pit as your lover.

You landed on the ground with such force it knocked the wind out of you, but before the zombies could overwhelm you your Slayer Lover jumped in, crushing the skulls of the zeds with ease, kicking them so hard they splattered against walls. Even in your lover’s frenzied state, they recognized you and knew the danger you were in, and would not allow any harm to come to you.

-When your own Numen abilities began to manifest beyond just a general boost to your body and rapid regeneration, you found that your experience as a soldier, taking orders and sometimes giving them, has influenced your powers. When you try hard enough, you can start to command the weaker autophage infected and use them like puppets to attack other infected. It is draining, gives you a real migraine, and feels...dirty when you do it. But it has been a lifesaver for the group on a few occasions so it remains a trick you can pull out when needed. You can’t do more than a dozen infected at a single time, but the more you practice, the better you get at controlling them. 

You’re also beginning to suspect that the Numen called ‘Konradt’ might have a similar power to you. Unlike her, you only use this power when necessary, while you have a sneaking suspicion that she uses it to spy on you and the Slayers.

-Your Slayer lover kept trying to throw grenades like they were baseballs and it took you a while to teach them to properly lob it overhead. Luckily there are plenty of Zeds to practice with.

-Thankfully you haven’t had to fight too many other survivors, the uniform and six other survivors at your back is enough to intimidate most raiders, but a few times now its had to happen, at least when it does you can fall back on the training.

-As dangerous and downright terrifying as it is to go out at night, sometimes you have no choice, a mission needs to be done or you need the cover of darkness to help you get somewhere far from the mansion. For moments like these you are sadly one of the better options for a moonlight run. You have yet to find any proper night vision goggles, so you have no choice but to rely on moonlight, random streetlights, or your own flashlights to get across Hell-A. Since you’re the one with an understanding of light discipline, and regularly wears camo to blend in, you are normally chosen to go out at night. Though your Slayer Lover always wants to go with you since its dangerous at night. 

-You have some small experience with CBRN and other Hazmat training, not a lot but you and the others were given a quick refresher before being sent to LA to fight the infection, so you tend to be the one helping cleanup after any major fights near a safezone. Surprisingly, Andrea is pretty good at cleaning up those messes as well. The group also tends to depend on you to clear the way whenever you encounter that caustic slime the government was using to melt down infected bodies and neutralize the virus. 

-The worst encounter you’ve had so far has been in finding infected version of soldiers and guards that you knew from before. Whatever they once were is gone now, and you struggled to pull the trigger, the Slayers helped you, they told you to just look away while they did the dirty work. There were no jokes, no quips, just fast and efficient Slaying. Afterwards, your lover refused to leave your side until they were sure you were okay, and only after you asked them to give you some space.

-The best memory so far is when you (thanks to Carla’s mechanic experience) managed to get a Humvee working and proceeded to drive it up and down the beach, giving everyone else a turn on the .50 call in the turret, while mowing down zombies left and right. You even plowed through a few smaller swarms before you slammed into a Crusher and had to bail out while it was trying to flip the vehicle. Next time you are gonna try to do it again with an MRAP. Though honestly you should get one of those working in order to safely evacuate multiple civilians at once if you ever need it.

-Since you already have some bayonet training and experience you’re starting to get good at using spears and polearms and other similar two-handed stabbing weapons.

-Sometimes when you and Patton hang out, you both slip into a lot of military jargon and three letter acronyms or slang that leaves the rest of the group completely lost. Its fun to see the utter confusion on their faces.

-You’ve had to borrow extra uniforms off of the ‘fresher’ undead and give them a thorough cleaning so you have more than one set to use throughout the week. The others have suggested just switching to normal clothes, but you can’t. This is who you are and its who you will present yourself as, especially given how many times people have looked hopeful when you and the Slayers come to the rescue.

-Sometimes you listen to Civil Defense frequencies on the radios, or over scavenged military comms and some of the reports you hear are strange. Those earthquakes that screwed up the evacuation almost felt targeted, rather than just a case of nature being cruel. Down in one of the spare rooms you are slowly putting the pieces together with a web of intrigue on a wall. The others aren’t sure they buy your theory...but you think the Earthquakes and all that slime everywhere is not natural, its something eldritch, lovecraftian even. Luciana is the only one who is into this, but you need more proof. Which might mean dealing with the Eschaton group at some point.

When you have enough proof, you’re going to send it back to the DOD, CDC, Every single Alphabet Agency and news agency, so that the world can be prepared for what is to come. You just need to be able to prove it. This might be the only chance we have to stop humanity from dying, all the lives lost, all the pain endured, it has to be worth it in the end.

Bonus: Bruno’s playlist for you.

Some of the songs Bruno has put together which remind him of you or he likes to listen when out with you.

-The Offspring “Dividing By Zero/Slim Pickens”.

-Neo Fresco “Sublimation”.

-Battlefield 3 “Steel On Target”.

-Sons of Pythagoras  “Counting The Cost”.

-Imagine Dragons “Friction”.

-Nine Inch Nails  “The Good Soldier”.

-Invocation Array “The Machine in the Ghost”.

-Jefferson Airplane  “White Rabbit”.

-Disturbed “The Curse”.

-Disturbed  “The Infection”.

#Dead Island #Dead Island 2 #Dead Island Headcanons #Dead Island 2 X National Guard Reader #Dead Island x Reader #Dead Island Slayers x Reader #Di2

[darkrpfinder]

🕊️, ⚠️TW for possible triggering subjects⚠️

New to Tumblr so this is sorta like a introduction!

The roleplays I usually enjoy are thinks involving dead dove, cnc topics, toxic relationships. I also like sweeter things as well, it doesn’t have to be hardcore 100% of the time!

I’m 21 irl, but my oc is 19! Hopefully that clears that up right away, because theres heavily mature themes for my character. Basically I’ve been roleplaying for many years and heard Tumblr was a great space for this so here I am!

Now onto my character!

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : Jaden Isaiah Hossler

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 : February 8th 2005

𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 19

𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Haley and Sophie

𝐦𝐨𝐦 : Amy

𝐝𝐚𝐝 : bio dad is john but he wasn’t a good dad, father figures are Travis and Harold (Coops dad)

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 : 0

𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 : bisexual

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : he/him

𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 : Aquarius

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : single (changes depending on roleplay!)

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 : He dyes it all the time, currently it’s brown.

𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫: bright blue

𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : around 5’7 maybe a bit shorter

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 : very submissive in every way possible. But he can be quite bratty and defiant. It’s not like he won’t put up a fight though, and he can be equally as toxic towards his dominant partner, unless he’s broken down and put into submission.

𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 : smoking, chewing his nails, sleeves, fingers, lip. abusing substances. bouncing his leg.

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 : little space(sfw)(the littlespace can be removed if not comfortable or doesn’t fit the roleplay), again abusing substances, and music.

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 : black and pink and white

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 : strawberries

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 : Sextape - Deftones

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 : Deftones

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 : no attention span for movies

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 : chocolate milk, orange juice and alcohol

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞: cooper

𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 : none

𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : music maybe. also likes to draw

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 : take a seat- adhd, anxiety, separation anxiety, depression, borderline personality disorder, post traumatic stress disorder, eating disorder

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 : clowns, disappointing people, being abandoned

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬: music

𝐣𝐨𝐛 : music artist and sometimes a model.

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 : Texas

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 : Los Angeles

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤? : yes

𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞? : yes

𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝? : yes

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫? : yes

Hes into a lot of things and please don’t hesitate to bring other kinks etc into the roleplay, because he’s always willing to try new things.

Some things he’s into: age gaps, breath play, impact play, cnc, forced, somno, pain, blood, knives, size difference, being broken down, other things I can’t think to name.

Personality

Jaden is a person who can change their ways any minute. He can go from the sweetest boy you'd ever talked to, to angry and upset very quickly because of his mental state. But overall, if you’re kind to him hes a very sweet and caring boy. He can be very shy at times, but then very outgoing too. Depends on the situation. He’s definitely very easily manipulated. He can be very anxious too. He shows he trusts or loves someone by physical touch, like cuddling or even holding hands, letting someone touch him in anyway at all, because his past has made that a difficult thing for him. He also loves music with his whole heart, its his way to express his feelings. Hes very much got a baby like personality if you get close to him, he can be shy but very playful too. He loves to tease. He also just loves being babied and shown love like cuddles, kisses, being held and just really anything. He also LOVES being praised for just about anything in his day to day life. Hes very reckless and loves partying, will go out to drink, party and hook up with people every night, taking the 'rockstar' life and rolling with it. He also struggles with addiction to smoking cigarettes, and also drugs, he really can't go a day without being high. Hes bad at keeping relationships with people, not good at opening up or letting people in, and he'd just rather keep people at a distance. Everything else find out in rp.

⚠️MASSIVE TW!! Don’t read if easily triggered I beg you⚠️

Backstory

I'll keep it short and simple. He grew up in a very emotionally and physically abusive household which has led him to have no relationship with any family besides his two older sisters who basically raised him. It has left him with a lot of unresolved issues and trauma, which will be shown later into the roleplay. Due to past trauma he can switch emotions crazy fast. he can go from happy to very angry, to crying in minutes. Out of both of his parents, his mother was the most loving, which says a lot because she really wasn't a kind and loving mother to him. While being physically and emotionally abused, everyday of his childhood until he finally left, the thing that hurt the most was how his parents openly loved and supported his two older sisters. In the public eye, they acted as though they were a perfect family, but behind closed doors it was far from that. He has lots of unresolved trauma, and his mental and physical health suffers from that. He never let people in, and the only couple people he did were his best friend Cooper, and an ex girlfriend. His relationship with his ex became toxic fast, they both cheated on each other constantly, always arguing. His best friend, ended up passing away, taking a huge toll on his already terrible mental health. That, made it hard for him to ever open up to anyone again, not wanting to get hurt and abandoned ever again. Hes a very small boy who has been made clear of that by his father.

Jaden is a very self destructive person, constantly getting upset with anything and inflicting harm to himself because of that. In many ways too. He is a very toxic person to be around.

Hes gone through physical, mental, emotional and sexual abuse during his life leaving him severely damaged. He abuses many substances, constantly trying to reach that high.

(This part can be taken out or left in depending on how you feel or what the roleplay is!)

He also has a littlespace he uses to cope with things like the loss of a childhood, and just any stresses or things that have happened in his life. It’s completely innocent and nonsexual or anything like that, and it helps him immensely when he lets himself go into that. A couple signs he might be close to regressing to that headspace either involuntarily or if its trying to happen, could be if hes chewing his sleeves, has more of a lisp or is baby talking more then usual, really hyper but shy and rambling about little random things then usual. He still hasn’t figured out much or tried much for that headspace, but he knows he loves things like juice or milk ir any drink in a sippy cup, having his blanket and stuffed animals and a paci so he doesn’t chew his sleeves. Thats everything hes figured out so far.

That was really rushed out so I hope it’s not to horrible!

A couple more things:

- I usually write in paragraphs with “ for speaking. Length depends on the amount of information given to me.

- Mature themes are 100% welcome.

- If anything triggers you during a roleplay please let me know and I’ll avoid that.

- Jaden is completely submissive, and I don’t feel comfortable playing a dominant role, I’m sorry!

If theres anything else you’d like to know please ask in messages.

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#oc rp #oc roleplay #fandomless rp #fandomless roleplay #rp search #dark roleplay #dark rp #spicy rp #18+ mun #dead dove

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 200(!!!)

Captives/Journey to the Center of the TARDIS

TWO HUNDRED DAYS?!?! TWO HUNDRED?!

“Captives”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean are stunned to discover that the Men of Letters’s bunker is haunted. Meanwhile, Castiel is captured by Bartholomew.

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died

The way everyone is tearing into Dean in the previewwwww

Bunker’s haunted. What? *loads a shotgun full of salt* Bunker’s haunted. (And it might be Kevin 😭)

Omgggg Kevin’s stuck between in between earth and heaven because no one can get in 😭 and he wants them to find his mom

(Cas has been captured but it’s been pretty boring on that front)

God, I haven’t seen a hug that awkward since 2011. Castiel did not like having to do that at all

Castiel might not be in the power position here but Bartholomew is pathetically trying to assert his dominance in this situation. I simply do not feel intimidated by him

Omgggg They’re gonna have to break it to Mrs Tran that Kevin is dead….we just got confirmation she’s alive

I hate these two so much. The passive aggressive comments between them is just too much

Is there actually a stereotype for people who work at storage facilities???

For seemingly low level demons, that wasn’t a bad plan to separate and capture the Winchesters. I gotta say I’m impressed

I don’t like the plan Bartholomew has for Cas

Omg…this guy is the demon version of an incel. He’s a young demon full of vitality with needs (to kill people) and rights(? to kill people) on a demonic internship, and Dean played him

Killing doesn’t count when you do it because the dude was literally going to stab you in the back when you spared his life and tried to get the angels to stop fighting

Oh…oh. Did Sam NOT tell her? It seemed like he did. DOES SHE KNOW OR IS SHE GOING TO TRY TO HUG HIM?! Oh. Ok. She knows…and she’s taking the artifact he’s tied to home with her 😭

Omg…no. Cas. All he wants is to assist in fixing things, he doesn’t wanna be in charge. He doesn’t wanna lead. But angels keep trying to follow him

That was a bit of a lazy way to…oh. Kind of good. Glad they didn’t resolve the Sam and Dean drama just with Kevin telling them to get over it, but I also do wish they’d just get over it

“Journey to the Center of the TARDIS”

Plot Description: the TARDIS has crashed. Clara is lost inside, and the Doctor has 30 minutes to save her

This is a cool ship that’s abducting the TARDIS but I’m a little wary of the decisions behind casting this salvage crew.

I shouldn’t be surprised but is there some kind of beast aboard the TARDIS??

Why did the…oh, he switched the countdown from an hour to 30 minutes. And it looks like the rest could just be in real time because there’s 30 minutes left of the episode.

Ohhhh, Amy’s paper mache TARDIS

Forget the Beauty an——actually I think I’d still take that one, but the TARDIS library IS impressive

Stop intentionally trying to make the TARDIS angry

This scavenger dude fucking sucks

That is quite possibly the most enticing looking book I’ve ever seen

Ok, so the beast thing that was following Clara killed one of the scavengers. I was wrong…there’s simply more than one

Why’d the Doctor apologize to the creatures? What has he done??

I wonder how much of this TARDIS lore is historic and how much is Moffat…

So they got Clara back but the TARDIS is still trying to explode or something

I still need to know what these creatures are

WHAT THE FUCK?!?! There’s telling your brother that the raw fettuccine in vases at Olive Garden is there for you to snack on and then there’s telling your brother he’s an android and changing out his eyes and vocal cords. This guy FUCKING SUCKS SO BAD.

I know they say the TARDIS is infinite but they put a SUN IN THR ENGINE ROOM??

How…wait…omg, the creature are future Clara and the salvagers who die in this room?!

I don’t know how i feel about Clara just HAPPENING upon the Doctor’s true name

Cool, resetting time also fixed the scavenging brothers’ relationship

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[jadelotusflower]

March 2021 Roundup

Reading

Benevolence by Julie Janson - One of those books that caught my eye at the library (I’m a sucker for the “top picks” shelf) and I’m glad I picked up. The story of Muraging, given over in 1813 to the Parramatta Native School, but always trying to find a way back to her family and culture in the brutal early days of colonisation - resilient in the face of so much hardship. Janson is a Burruberongal woman of the Durag Aboriginal Nation, and Muraging is based on her great-great grandmother and Durag oral histories. An engrossing but often difficult read, about a period of history not often told from this perspective.

One Day by David Nicholls - A book that has been sitting on my bookshelf for so long I don’t even remember buying it. I vaguely recall seeing the movie adaptation on a plane once so must have enjoyed it, but can’t say I would recommend this book. Depicting St Swithin’s Day every year in the lives of two absolute character cliches, from one night stand, to friendship, romance and marriage. The concept is neat and the writing has wit, but I just couldn’t bring myself to care about Dex (insufferable twat) and Emma (not like other girls) or their love story. Okay, it’s not that bad. It kind of grew on me by the end.

Watching

Superman and Lois (episodes 1-5) - I’ve had reservations about this show because of this but am giving it a shot. I have not followed the Arrowverse/Crisis but a friend did her best to explain it to me, although honestly I found it this show works just as well as a standalone. The premise is simple - Lois and Clark return to Smallville with their twin sons for teen superhero angst part two. To be honest, it feels so much like a Smallville revival that...I kind of wish it was?  

Tyler Hoechlin makes a good Clark, but that padded Superman suit is an embarrassment - get rid of those fake muscles and show us some super collarbones! Elizabeth Tulloch is growing on me as Lois - she’s very...subdued, but imo lacking that spark Kidder, Hatcher, and Durance had. Honestly, subdued it how I would describe the show overall. Also the colour palette is sooo drab because gritty realism I guess.

I enjoy the family drama aspect of it, although I wish one of the kids was a girl. I mean, I understand why they’re twin boys - the son becomes the father and the father the son and all that - complete with both sons being named after both of Clark’s fathers (is there a name for the trope of the hero’s kids being named after his dead family/mentors as if the mother had no input??). The Captain Luthor/Morgan Edge plots are still in the setup stage so hard to comment on them. 

I sound harsh, I don’t dislike the show overall (and there’s some really good elements there). We’ll see, I guess.

Man of Steel/Batman v Superman/Zack Snyder’s Justice League - I’ve never really been a huge fan of the Snyderverse, and have been trying my best to avoid the Discourse about the Snyder cut over the past few years (from both sides). I have however been following what Ray Fisher has had to say, and can’t deny my interest was piqued by the idea that there was an entirely different film out there that did right by its characters. So I went back and revisited MoS/BvS before embarking on JL to give the franchise another shot.

While I still don’t really vibe with Snyder’s aesthetic (it’s just a bit bleak and muddy for me) I think these films are actually better when viewed together as one long story. I can appreciate that he made an effort to step away from the Donner nostalgia, and tell this epic modern myth of gods among men, and can enjoy it for what it is. The Snyder cut was entertaining enough, and I quite enjoyed aspects of it - Cyborg is indeed the heart of the film (but I honestly wish it had been explored in his own movie), and Wonder Woman, Aquaman, and the Flash break up the dreary tone.

It was nice to see the Amazons again (and I loved “Amazon’s, show your fear”/“we have no fear”). I like this take on Clark and Lois, even if most of the relationship happens offscreen, and there’s certainly more in the Snyder cut - even if I wish there was greater depth to Clark’s arc in particular, less of the god and more of the man.

I did however notice a pattern in these films in that I was interested/compelled by the first world building/character half, and having my eyes glaze over in the endless action cgi-fest of the second half (I have this issue with Marvel too). And the Snyder cut is indeed endless - it rivals Return of the King for number of endings but is much less cohesive, like Snyder was throwing everything at the wall since this might be his last chance. There’s a nice montage at the end with a bit of hope, and I was thinking well this is a nice uplifting note to end on, thank you! But nope, twenty more minutes of grimdark prophecising (in isolation, an interesting scene, but felt so out of place to show the team torn apart again immediately after we’ve just seen them come back together).

I also lol’d at David Thewlis getting a front credit for what amounted to his cgi face behind a massive helmet. Collect that paycheck, my man!

Coming 2 America - I watched the original as a teenager more times than I can count, truly iconic. Look, I dislike the sequel/reboot/remake merry go round when it dominates the scene, but to be honest I am a sucker for a sequel that’s lovingly made and really just an excuse to get the band back together and have fun. Worth it for the costumes and dance sequences alone (especially the En Vogue/Salt n Pepper/Gladys Knight mashup), but I really enjoyed this overall. There’s nothing groundbreaking and it doesn’t try to be. Was it necessary? No. But did I enjoy it? Absolutely.

Actually, scratch that. The costumes and hair are absolutely necessary.

The Prom (dir. Ryan Murphy) - Now I love a movie musical and this was...fine. It’s sweet and I enjoyed Meryl Streep doing her best Patti Lupone, and Nicole Kidman clearly having fun (even if she can’t Fosse to save her life) although I can’t say I found any of the songs memorable. James Corden, however, is pure cringe for reasons outlined here. But overall it’s light and fluffy, and not a terrible way to spend two hours of your life.

Superstore (seasons 1-6) - I’ve been binging on this for a while, and it’s a fun little show about the employees of a big box store - it’s nice to see America Ferrera back on screen (with producer credit). A great, diverse cast, but MVPs for me are Lauren Ash as Dina (you may recognise her voice as Scorpia from She-Ra), and Kaliko Kauahi as Sandra. While it did touch on some real-world issues - corporation malfeasance, unionisation, etc - ultimately it’s lighthearted and pleasant, especially the series finale that just goes full happy ending with a nice break from grim reality.

Allen v Farrow (dir. Kirby Dick and Amy Ziering) - I’ve never watched a Woody Allen film, and the clips I’ve seen of Woody Allen films haven’t changed my mind on this point. But what struck me seeing the clips of Manhattan in this documentary is just how young Muriel Hemingway was - this is not the Hollywood standard 22 year old playing 17 (which is problematic in other ways) but an actual teenager with a baby face and childlike voice, in bed with a 40+ year old man and I am baffled that this film is so highly regarded - if nothing else it’s right up there on the screen.

But of course there is so much else, which makes this documentary hard to watch at times. To those who have followed these events there’s not much new here, but it does an excellent job of compiling the sources together and giving a timeline of events, as well as refuting many of the pro-Allen arguments, and giving Dylan a chance to speak for herself. There’s also a companion podcast which is worth a listen for added perspective.

Writing

I actually finished something, finally! Posted Debrief, a Smallville one-shot (3920 words). 1670 words done on my other Smallville wip.

Posted chapter 41 of Turn Your Face to the Sun (1865 words). Now that the Obi-Wan show is actually happening, I need to get this finished before it all becomes moot.

Total: 7455 words this month, making 23,962 for the year.

#monthly roundup #reading watching writing #long post

[kamilah-is-queen]

Smut Attempt #3

A smut fic to break up the amount of fluff fics I’ve posted.

Tagging: @ayushixo, @olivegh7, @evexofxtime, @helpconfusedpersonhere, @scarlet-letter-a0114

Seeing a face in her bed one day, and a different one the next become a habit; a habit that she was addicted to.

She hadn’t met anyone who she truly cared about for centuries now, and she just simply couldn’t get enough of dominating over different people in the bedroom. It didn’t even have to be in the bedroom, she’d do it anywhere and anytime because her desire was only getting stronger.

The lust deep within her growing primal, as it should due to her heightened emotions and senses. She felt herself swirl into a pit that she had dug for herself, one that would be near impossible to get out of.

Current time…

Kamilah was seated in her office, a broad smirk playing at the edges of her lips while her gaze fell onto the woman on her knees. A pretty girl, but unlucky so to speak, she wasn’t getting out of this alive.

“Faster.” Kamilah commanded, the woman gulping before she swirled her tongue faster and deeper, sending Kamilah closer to bliss.

The sound of Kamilah’s ringtone cut through the tension, Kamilah cursing under breath as she answered it reluctantly.

“What is it Adrian, I’m busy,” her hand traveled down to lace through the woman’s hair, pushing her deeper while her hips bucked forward against the seat.

“You’ve got a meeting in 10 minutes, I just wanted to remind you.” He spoke with an empathetic tone, his heart crumbling slightly as he could only sit back and watch Kamilah fall deep into despair and loneliness.

“T-Thanks.” She ended it fast, a deep moan rising from her throat as she found her bliss with her head resting against her chair. The girl took her time in cleaning up Kamilah’s mess, slowly licking the arousal off her thighs before nipping at Kamilah’s abdomen.

Kamilah slammed the girl's body up against the wooden frame of her desk, an ear piercing shriek coming from her lips as her shoulder popped out the wrong way.

“Shut up will you!?” Kamilah said through gritted teeth, her hands tracing the vein within the girl's neck as she prepared to feed. “What are you doing to me?” She whined when she felt Kamilah’s sharp fangs bite down onto her neck. Her vision slowly started to fade, her limbs growing weaker by the second as Kamilah kept feeding.

It tasted so good, too good to stop. Blood was a precious thing that shouldn’t be wasted, and Kamilah had no intention of wasting even a single drop of it.

Her mouth never left the woman’s neck, not until Kamilah knew she was dead. Blood dripped off the corner of her lips, her tongue quickly swiping it away as she placed the body in the closet, “I’ll deal with it after the meeting.”

Kamilah found herself unable to focus, her mind wandering to who she was going to call next. What was her name? Abby? No wait..it must’ve been Bailey? Goodness, there were too many names of the ladies she’d hooked up within the past week, too many to count on both of her hands.

“Miss Sayeed?” The gentleman across from her cleared his throat, his gaze resting on the folder placed in front of her, “do you accept?”

“Yes yes, let’s get this done with.” Both the executives signed the contract, shaking hands before Kamilah threw on her jacket and headed straight for her car.

Scrolling through her contacts list, she rested on yet another woman who she wanted to satisfy her needs.

“Yes, this is Abigail speaking correct?”

“You got it darling”

“My car, 15 minutes.”

“Anything for you baby.”

Perhaps the false love gave Kamilah something to look forward to, the thought that she could have anyone she wanted with just a flick of her wrist gave her something to think about.

In less than 10 minutes, she had parked inside of an alleyway, the roar of the engine echoing through the narrow streets as her eyes wandered for her prey.

‘Where are you?’ The message was delivered, and left on read before a tall woman entered the passenger seat of Kamilah’s car with a big smirk.

Their lips rushed towards each other’s hungrily, passionately. The woman finding Kamilah’s lap as a resting spot before slowly grinding her hips against the vampire, “you like this don’t you baby?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.” Kamilah shoved her back against the steering wheel, ripping off her clothes as her eyes switched to their regular shade of red.

“You know, we’ve been friends for so- ohh” The words caught in her throat when Kamilah deftly moved her fingers against her core, the other hand sliding up the woman’s tanned legs.

“You were saying?” The tip of her fangs scraping gently across her smooth skin, revealing a gash and a thin trail of blood appearing on her skin.

“We-We’ve oh gosh Kamilah, friends for..so long and I- mmm dont stop..”

“I can’t hear you.”

The woman’s hips bucked forward when she found release, her neck stinging with a combination of pleasure and pain when Kamilah started feeding off of her.

“Out the car..now.”

“Wait but..what do I get in return?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll receive something.”

The woman shrugged, carelessly tossing the jacket over her shoulder as Kamilah’s car sped ahead. “Shoot I forgot about the body” she muttered, quickly turning around and driving back towards her office.

By the time she got back it was pouring with rain, another young woman sitting on the steps to her building. “H-hello? Can you help me please? I..I need somewhere to stay for the night, I had to run away from home. From my abusive ex.”

Kamilah’s gaze softened, and she felt her heart sting from the simple but strong words the girl had said, “My abusive ex.” The words echoed inside her head, and clear purple marks forming on the girls neck before she pulled her small jacket tighter. For once she didn’t feel lust or desire, only the emotion of wanting to help someone in need. To help someone and not have the favor returned.

“Sure. What’s your name?”

“Amy.”

#Kamilah Sayeed #New Fic #Kamikah x Mc

[kamilah-the-bloodqueen]

Mafia (Part III/ I’m indecisive)

Notes: Since everyone’s bored, or at least I’m bored I’m going to put this out today too. I merged chapters III and IV into one because I felt they were too short. I Mmmm thinking maybe 8 chapters? It definitely will max out at 10. I’m so shocked at the responses this series got, as I’m not a huge fan of AUs

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy Johnson)

Tags: @mrskamilxh @supersphynxsworld (if you want a tag comment or message)

Warnings: Violence, Language. (This is definitely a violent fic and I have struggled with finding the violent/peaceful medium)

Part I Part II

Kamilah locked herself in the other room, where she could keep an eye on Amy. She watched Amy sit there, nodding her head, lip syncing the words to modern pop songs and unfamiliar european songs. Kamilah felt her heart speed up again, she hastily pulled out her laptop and began typing.

Why does my heart speed up when I look at someone?

“Ugh. Pathetic. I need to shoot something.” Kamilah huffed and drew her handgun, she stepped out of the door and fired a bullet near Amy’s head, causing her to jolt up. Kamilah laughed as Amy shook her head, she shot Kamilah a cold glance and gave her the finger.

“You missed.” Amy smirked, “I thought the legendary Mafia arm dealer never missed.” She finished as she made finger guns. She winced as she shifted her hands, the cuffs and rope leaving burns from all her moving. “Or maybe we ‘missed’ that on the briefing files.” Amy snorted.

“I wasn’t aiming for you, dumbass.” Kamilah holstered her gun, she gripped Amy’s wrists causing her to squeal in pain. “Don’t test me, it will cost you your life.” she threatened, hoping Amy would take her seriously.

“I’ve already lost my life, I know I’m going to die here and at your hands, Mrs.Sayeed, but I don’t fear death.” Amy held her gaze, she felt confident and in the midst of this, at peace.

“You should.” Kamilah gave Amy a sly grin, attempting to play with her fears. “What are you afraid of? You should tell me now, I’ll find out one way or another.”

“I’m not afraid of death, or getting beaten up. I knew this risk coming after you, I’m not stupid.” Amy huffed in frustration, Kamilah’s grip on her arms loosening. “My fears are something you could never understand, you heartless arms dealer.” Kamilah looked hurt for a fleeting moment, before hardening her gaze.

“Enlighten me then.” Kamilah let go of Amy’s wrists, crossing her arms and perching herself on the chair nearby.

“Heartbreak. You see, arms dealer, physical pain it heals in a few days or weeks, maybe months if it’s really bad. A broken wrist heals in about six weeks, if you do what you’re supposed to do. Heartbreak? That shit can hurt for years, you may think you’ve healed but then you’ll see them on Instagram or you’ll hear their name. In those moments you realize you haven’t healed. Maybe I’m wrong, I know my wrist still hurts sometimes, but heartbreak is an unparalleled pain for people with hearts.” Amy let out a sigh, grimacing as she gazed at her wrist burns.

“That seems to be your fault, if you open up yourself like that. It’s a waste of time.” Kamilah sighed, crossing her legs. She sat forward to remove her blazer, her white blouse elegantly buttoned and her hidden knife compartment became visible.

“Anyways, bitch, that’s what I fear.” Amy smiled, satisfaction written across her face. She relaxed in the chair, the handcuffs rattling against the cold metal.

“I see. Well, if there is anyone you love, we’ll make sure they’re dead.” Kamilah leaned forward, meeting Amy’s eyes, waiting for her to reply with a snarky comment.

“And what if I say I’m in love with you?” Amy smirked, Kamilah nearly choked. She lunged forward and pulled Amy by her shirt out of the chair.

“Don’t play games with me, detective. Don’t test me. You may not fear death but I can assure you there are worse fates.” Kamilah growled, her grip tightening. Amy’s feet barely reached the ground, she pushed herself forward, kneeing Kamilah in the abdomen. Amy stood up quickly, huffing, searching for something to use against Kamilah. She grabbed the chair and hoisted it above her head, bringing it down to hit Kamilah. Kamilah rolled out of the chair's impact, she drew her knife from her belt and lunged at Amy.

It was a chase like cat and mouse, Kamilah circled Amy whose only option it was to dodge and duck. Kamilah swung her knife towards Amy, as she rolled towards the door to dodge the blade. She fiddled with the handle while Kamilah recovered from her miss, Amy whined realizing the door had to be locked. Amy turned around as Kamilah tackled her to the ground, pinning her arms above her head with one hand. Kamilah pointed the knife at her throat.

“Hm. I guess I could get used to this.” Amy tilted her head back, exposing her neckline, “but since you won’t I’ll make it easy for you to kill me now.” Kamilah drew her knife back, infuriated by Amy’s incompetence, she hoisted her up, forcing her against the wall.

She forced Amy into the other room, disregarding the mess of papers and black market transactions. With one arm she locked the door, ensuring Amy didn’t see the passcode and tossed her onto the floor.

“If you weren’t such a bitch I’d compliment your combat.” Kamilah huffed as she reached for a set of handcuffs. They looked more sophisticated than any handcuffs the police or FBI had. Amy sighed, accepting that fate and turning herself to make it easy for Kamilah to put them on.

“I don’t trust this.” Kamilah grabbed her by the shoulder and turned Amy around. Amy looked at Kamilah and back down at her fucked up wrists. “Oh. I see.” Kamilah reached out to touch the mutilated, rubbed skin and Amy winced.

“Don’t pretend you have a heart now, just put on the cuffs and move on.” Amy rolled her eyes, placing her wrists out again.

Kamilah took the handcuffs back, Amy shooting her a look between ‘what the fuck’ and ‘are you serious’ which caused Kamilah to panic a little. Amy took the chance and just sprawled herself across the cold floor, her shirt rising up to reveal the skin of her abdomen. Kamilah bit her tongue at the sight.

“Oof. That’s a cold fucking floor.” Amy sat up, dusting herself off. “So you’re not going to like, do hostage things with your hostage?” She tilted her head like a pug.

“If you give me a reason to, I will,” Kamilah let out a sigh, “ I have a proposition...”

“Mrs.Sayeed. We have a problem with an arson deal in the underground. We’re going to need you to come with us this time.” A male voice rang out, Kamilah sighed in frustration. Amy smirked, letting out a soft laugh.

“There is nobody to babysit your hostage ass,” Kamilah pinched her nose, “you’ll have to come with us.”

Amy laughed, clasping her thighs for support. Kamilah crossed her arms in annoyance, letting out a cough to show her annoyance.

“You’re going to have to come with us.” Kamilah grabbed her arm, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Oh, I have no objections to going to this arms deal. Wouldn’t be my first time.” Amy fiddled with her shirt, for the first time after capture, she truly looked vulnerable.

“You’re going to pose as a new recruit, we are going to give you a fake gun,” Kamilah turned to her and drew her gun, “and if you try to pull anything, and I mean anything you’re dead.”

“Yeah I got it. Death, Death, Death. God, I forgot exactly how dull living Mafia members are.” Amy rolled her eyes.

“You’re going to need to change out of that shit, we don’t dress like detectives during deals.” Kamilah gestured for Amy to walk ahead, not allowing Amy to be behind her. Kamilah unlocked the panel and drew her gun, holding it against Amy’s back. They walked up the stairs to a less dull, dark space into what resembled a normal room.

Kamilah locked the door again, Amy went and sat on a chair. Kamilah strided across the room, opening an old fashioned chest with an all black suit inside.

“Change.” Kamilah tossed the suit to Amy, who examined it carefully.

“First of all, this is a two-thousand dollar suit. Secondly you’re here, I barely know you and you’ve threatened to kill me multiple times. You think I’m going to change with you right there?” Amy placed the suit next to her.

“Remember where you are.” Kamilah gestured to her holster.

“Right.” Amy let out a defeated sigh, turning herself so her back faced Kamilah. She took off her shirt, her back was red from their scuffle beforehand. Kamilah looked away, trying not to glance at the muscles of her back. Amy shed her jeans, her long tanned legs glistening in the light. She slipped into the suit, tightening the gun belt across her hips.

“I’m done.” Amy turned herself around, Kamilah lost her breath for a moment. She handed Amy the replicated handgun, shooting her a firm warning glance.

“Don’t worry, if I behave I’ll learn how these work so when the FBI comes for you we’ll know all the Mafia’s secrets.” Amy winked but she felt a pit in her stomach, as if she wanted to take those words back. Kamilah closed her eyes, for some reason those words stung, but she brushed it off. She pushed Amy towards the door, they walked down the hallway and rendezvoused with 5 brutal looking men.Three carried assault rifles, AK-47’s to be exact, one of them carried a sniper rifle and the last one carried what appeared to be every possible weapon he could have.

“What a sweet little thing-” A man with black hair reached out to grip Amy’s hips, as she slapped him hard across the face. He dropped the assault rifle on the ground, he rushed to pick it up and pointed it at Amy.

“Keep your distance or I’ll make you regret it.” Amy growled, narrowing her gaze and exerting her dominance to the men. They laughed and looked to Kamilah for direction, she nodded towards the door as they formed a circle around the both of them. They loaded themselves into a large black jeep, Amy examined it, before they shoved her into the backseat.

Bulletproof material, obvious. Any weak spots? Erm tires? Probably, but they could be heavy duty tires.

Amy was seated in the back with Kamilah who kept her eyes closed. Amy, against her conscience, admired Kamilahs defined features.

God, who’s eyelashes look like that. Oof that jawline is pretty hot, too bad she wants to kill you.

Amy’s eyes trailed over Kamilah’s blouse, the curves of her collarbone illuminated in the occasional light of passing stoplights.

God imagine kissing that neck, Christ Amy you’re on a mission get your head out of the gutter. Now is not the time to be horny on main!

Amy fiddled with her hands for the remainder of the drive, her heart had never beaten faster. She hoped when the FBI came for her they wouldn’t blow the whole jeep with her inside.

“We’re here. Eyes up.” The man with the sniper rifle exited the car, climbing a ladder and taking position on a nearby rooftop. “If you guys need an escape I’ll be here. I’ll make sure nobody follows or finds you guys.”

Kamilah exited the car first, her composure calm and relaxed. The men climbed out after her, they gestured for Amy to get out of the car. The man with black hair reached out his hand for her, but she just jumped down out of the jeep, ignoring his gesture. Kamilah let out a laugh before proceeding forward into an abandoned subway entrance.

“Charles, cover our six. Trail behind enough to hit if we need it but keep out of sight unless we need you.” Kamilah gestured to the man who was dressed like a human arsenal. He nodded and fell back, disappearing into the dark of the subway. Amy felt a chill down her back, she wasn’t scared but this was far from anything she ever had to do before.

After about 13 minutes of walking they arrived at an abandoned subway stop, where seven unruly men waited. They wore bandanas and face masks, their guns covered in flashy diamonds and gold paint.

“Sayeed.”

“DeRose.”

“Do you have the money? You know we aren’t a charity.” He gestured towards a medium sized box.

Kamilah reached into her blazer and drew out what had to be at least ten-thousand in cash. Amy sucked in her breath, trying not to say anything that could get her shot. Kamilah handed the man the cash, he ran his fingers through it, sniffed it and then pushed the box towards Kamilah.

“Who’s this?” He walked up to Amy, “An offering?”

“No. A hostage. My hostage.” Kamilah moved between the man and Amy, her back pressed against Amy’s chest.

“Ah,” the man smiled, “are you sure she’s just a hostage Kamilah? I thought you never left survivors?” He smirked before commanding his men to move. Kamilah rolled her eyes, and as he walked away, stuck her middle finger up.

The exit out of the subway ran smoothly, they entered the vehicle, taking a different direction than the way they came.

“Where?” Amy whispered to Kamilah, who opened her eyes and leaned towards Amy’s ear.

“Mafia remember? We move bases, that old base is definitely compromised.” Kamilah winked, and Amy felt her stomach drop.

That was one of three locations we knew of, chances are we’re going to a base the FBI doesn’t know of. There’s no way I can call for backup. I’m just going to have to play Mafia and deal with this, until I can find an escape.

#kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #mc x kamilah #the tags arent working for some reason soooo #fuck it if people like it itll get notes right? but i dont write for notes i dont think #notes are reassuring though #maybe I need a break from tumblr #when should i post the next chapter?? #I have 3 more ready to go #haha yikes #I need a new fic prompt please send them in #I'm not good at AUs lol

[sugarqvills]

links: pinterest, bio

BASICS

FULL NAME: Emmeline Asteria Vance PRONUNCIATION: Emmeline  Asteria  Vance MEANING: Emmeline ( Germanic - Work; French - Industrious, Hardworking; Latin - Little Rival ), Asteria ( Latin - Star ), Vance ( English - Fen, Marsh ) REASONING: Emmeline’s given name comes from her her paternal grandmother. Her middle name sprung from her mother’s once-great love for Greek mythology. NICKNAME(S): Emme, Vance. BIRTH DATE: 24 December - 12:32 PM AGE: Nineteen ZODIAC: Capricorn Sun, Libra Moon, Aries Rising

Capricorn is the tenth sign of the zodiac and governs the bones, joints, and knees. Positive traits include pragmatism, maturity, patience, determination, awareness, a strong work ethic, realism, discipline, money management, the willingness to overcome hard luck, leadership, initiative, opportunism, prudence, and cunning. Negative traits include pessimism, melancholy, emotional coldness, manipulation, obsession with work and ambitions to the detriment of personal development, remoteness, and materialistic snobbery.

The traits emphasized here will be ambition, determination, discipline, and pragmatism. You can’t make that castle in the sky if you don’t build a solid foundation under it, and Capricorns excel at building foundations. (Actually, they excel at planning the foundations and directing others to do the grunt labour. It’s not that they’re afraid to get their hands dirty, but large work usually requires delegation and a staff, and Capricorns are managers more often than not.) While not flamboyant or showy about it, Capricorns still tend to be obsessive overachievers, a common trait in House Slytherin. Too, wizards born under the sign of Capricorn are good at being discreet, secretive, and diplomatic; whereas the Libra’s diplomacy is based on charm and a desire for harmony, the Capricorn’s diplomacy is based on the knowledge that being on good terms with people is extremely useful in getting one’s way or finding out sensitive information. These also are traits commonly associated with House Slytherin. They might not be sexy traits, but they’re very handy.

GENDER: Cisgender Female PRONOUNS: She/Her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual. NATIONALITY: Irish ETHNICITY: White

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: Athenry, Ireland HOMETOWN: Athenry, Ireland SOCIAL CLASS: Upper Class EDUCATION LEVEL: Hogwarts, sixth year HOUSE: Slytherin FATHER: Oliver Vance, 56, Former Head of the Improper Use of Magic Office ( DECEASED ) MOTHER: Rosalyn Vance neé Rowle, 54, Former Member of the Wizengamot ( DECEASED ) SIBLING(S): None. EXTENDED FAMILY: Constance Vance, 86 ( paternal grandmother ) BIRTH ORDER: Only child. PET(S): Pawcrates - six year old black cat.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 6/10 OFFENSE: 8.5/10 DEFENSE: 9/10 SPEED: 8/10 INTELLIGENCE: 9/10 ACCURACY: 9/10 AGILITY: 8/10 STAMINA: 8/10 TEAMWORK: While Emmeline is capable of doing well with a group, she prefers to work on her own. She’ll help where she can, but would far prefer if she were left to her own devices. TALENTS: Dueling. Critical thinking. Planning. Drinking at least one entire bottle of wine by herself in a single sitting. SHORTCOMINGS: Unhealthy coping mechanisms. Emotionally repressive. Doesn’t let others in easily. Negative thinking. LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, Irish Gaelic, Latin. DRIVE?: No. JUMP-STAR A CAR?: No. CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: No. RIDE A BICYCLE?: Yes. SWIM?: Yes. PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: The piano, thanks to Gran. PLAY CHESS?: Yes, though she would prefer to spend her free time doing other things. TIE A TIE?: Yes. PICK A LOCK?: No.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Alycia Debnam-Carey. EYE COLOR: Green. HAIR COLOR: Brown. HAIR TYPE/STYLE: Normally, Emmeline leaves her hair down, allowing it to fall however it likes. Frequently, she’s been known to throw her hair into a ponytail or loose, messy bun while working, cleaning, or even knitting. GLASSES/CONTACTS?: No. DOMINANT HAND: Right. Emmeline is ambidextrous, but tends to favour her right hand more often than her left. HEIGHT: 165 cm ( 5′5″ ) WEIGHT: 55 kg ( 121 pounds ) BUILD: Slender. EXERCISE HABITS: Despite knowing that she should do more, Emmeline more often than not spends time at home knitting and drinking, rather than running or doing other exercises. SKIN TONE: Fair. TATTOOS: At present, Emmeline has none. PIERCINGS: Just a single hole in each ear. MARKS/SCARS: Emmeline has a few small scars from her childhood, most notable is the one on her right hand, near the thumb. Most don’t even notice it, unless they know precisely what they’re looking for. USUAL EXPRESSION: Emmeline’s typical expression is one without a smile. To many, she could come across as cold or uncaring; it’s not that she actively tries to dissuade people talking to her, it’s just what happens, especially when she’s focused. Once put around friends, however, the demeanour changes and there are more smile than one might otherwise find. CLOTHING STYLE: Emmeline is a big fan of loose, simple tops or button-ups with more fitted trousers. On very rare or special occasions, she may wear a dress, though it is never anything more than a sold colour with simple accents. In addition to her comfortable tops, Emmeline is also a fan of flannel shirts and heavier, knitted jumpers when it starts to get cold. JEWELRY: Simple silver studs for earrings in her daily life, a small silver music note pendant on a thin silver chain that she got from Gran for her thirteenth birthday. Otherwise, Emmeline isn’t one for jewelry. ALLERGIES: None, as far as she knows.

QUESTIONS

How does your character behave around people they like? Emmeline is more relaxed around those she likes. Though she isn’t the most easy-going person in the world, she is more inclined to make jokes, laugh, and not stress as much as she normally does. How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person? As a rule, Emmeline is very hesitant to trust others. However, once you have her trust, there are very few things you could do to lose it and have her suspect you of something terrible. How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation? Words are typically Emmeline’s go-to in a confrontational situation. There have been many instances where she’s eventually just walked away from someone rather than allow things to progress. In extreme instances, hexes and jinxes have been thrown, but as far as she can remember, there has never been anything more than a slap. What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like? It was a very strained relationship, if it could be called a relationship at all. She knew very little about the man he was in his later years, and what she knew of his formative years had only been the result of stories her Gran told her over the years. Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others? Though it generally tends to vary from person to person, she would probably tell you that she admires ambition more often than not. What does your character like in other people? There are a host of things she likes in others, but the first few that come to mind are: the ability to learn from their mistakes, forgiveness, a desire to learn in general, whether or not they are capable of growing as a person, honesty. Compassion for other people. Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method? A bit of both. Just because her first attempt didn’t work the way she wanted it to, doesn’t mean she’ll abandon it in its entirety. With each failed attempt, an adjustment is made. It’s only once she has exhausted every possible method that she can think of that she will move on to a different one. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it? Saying “I love you” is one of, if not the most, difficult things for Emmeline to do. She has a problem letting herself love other people; there is a constant fear of abandonment, of not being enough, of disappointing them. She struggles to let those she truly cares for know just how much they mean to her. If she can say it to you, then there’s no chance it’s meaningless. She doesn’t have it in her to force something of that magnitude and not mean it. The only person Emmeline has never struggled with those words over is her Gran. The woman who spent so much of her life trying to instill certain values into her granddaughter. The person who raised Emmeline, who wanted nothing but the best for her. The one person Emmeline always thought would be her only constant, the only person she would be willing to die to protect. When she wasn’t in school or working, Emmeline tried to make it a priority to tell the older woman how much she loved her and appreciated all that she had done over the years

INSPIRATIONS & TRAITS

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: prudence halliwell ( charmed ), sally owens ( practical magic ), jessica jones ( jessica jones ), amy santiago ( brooklyn nine nine ), laurel castillo ( how to get away with murder ), wynona earp ( wynona earp ), cristina yang ( grey’s anatomy ), rosa diaz ( brooklyn nine nine ), caitlin snow ( the flash ), rosita espinosa ( the walking dead ), laurel lance ( arrow ), raymond holt ( brooklyn nine nine ), rory gilmore ( gilmore girls ), lucy preston ( timeless ), peyton sawyer ( one tree hill )

AESTHETIC: piano notes softly filling an empty room, storms raging outside while you sit in the comfort of your home, books towering so high you can’t see over them, hot tea in a chipped mug, freshly baked red velvet cake cooling on the counter, four cups of coffee in the morning just to feel like you’re somewhat there, the faintest whiff of whisky lingering in the air after an especially trying night, the deafening silence that slowly envelops you when the numbness sets in, unfinished knitting projects lying lazily over chair arms by the fireplace

SONGS: made of stone - daughter / cherry wine - hozier / that i would be good - alanis morissette / please don't say you love me - gabrielle aplin / breathe me - sia / you say - lauren daigle / hard times ( ballad ) - halocene / dear happy - gabrielle aplin / lovely - lauren babic and seraphim POSITIVE TRAITS: assiduous, strong-willed, intelligent, dedicated, tidy NEGATIVE TRAITS: melancholic, self-blaming, stubborn, inflexible NEUTRAL TRAITS: ambitious, sarcastic, quiet, restrained

#( flecked with ash. )

[peterstanslizzie]

Reacting To: Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts (Season 2 Episode 2)

Episode Title: The Goat Cheese Prophecy

Spoiler Warning: Kindly proceed if you’ve already seen the episode or are able to handle spoilers.

1. The episode begins with a flashback to when Kipo was just a baby and her dad, Lio is trying to bottle-feed her. They are above the surface; So perhaps this took place at a time when there wasn’t a clover burrow? Or maybe Lio came up with Kipo to do something? Anyways, a Mega Scorpion pops up and starts chasing after him; Lio reaches a dead end and is cornered by the scorpion but cute baby Kipo reacts all of a sudden and uses her giant jaguar paw to slash its pincer. 

2. This buys Lio some time and they manage to escape and hide out somewhere in a forest. But he then hears some heavy stomping and gets charged at by a giant boar, I’m guessing. What can’t nobody catch a break on this show lol?

3. Back to the present; Our heroes arrive at a decimated Ratland. Again, I hope Amy and Brad are still alive. Looks like my prayers are answered because both rats pull up right in front of them in their van! Yay! They ask the group if they need a ride somewhere to which Kipo says that she needs to see the Chevre Sisterhood to help her control her transformation. According to Amy, they are very mysterious blind goats and she can only get them close to where they live but not exactly. 

4. They arrive at the area known as “Eyeball Woods”, which appears to be the place where Lio was attacked by that boar-thingy several years ago. After getting dropped off by the rats, they are suddenly attacked and eaten?! by 2 of the same creatures, except for Mandu (who kinda looks like it belongs to the same species as them except for the horns). I’m pretty sure that they’re just in their mouths...

5. Meanwhile, back at Scarlemagne’s Court, our main villain had just a painted a portrait of himself and he ends up hating it and tearing it apart. This guy has some major issues. Lio, who is now dressed up in court attire is taken by Scarlemagne to see the construction zone of his new city, Aurum. And the city is being built by the mind-controlled humans. Scarlemagne reveals to Lio that he’s running out of pheromones and he plans to use him to make more of them. 

6. Back to the two pigs/boars with our main characters in their mouths; They eventually spit them all out and they hear three of the Chevre goats chanting the names of 4 different cheese repeatedly, including Chevre, which I actually didn’t know it was a type of cheese made with goat’s milk. Now I know lmao. Since they’re goats, I guess my prediction about the mysterious cloaked individuals who appeared at the end of the first episode being the Chevre sisters is wrong. 

7. One of the goats whose name is Florabel realizes that they have visitors and because she and the rest of them are blind, they need to rely on the cheese to tell them that. Weird but okay. They start slobbering cheese all over the group’s mouths, which is once again, very weird. They also reveal that they use their pigs, Bornak and Webber to travel by hiding in their mouths, keeping them safe and hidden. Kipo lets them know of her plan to get them to train her to control her powers but they don’t seem to know what she’s talking about. Well, these goats seem kind of not all the way there in the head; So I’m not surprised. 

8. Scarlemagne wants Lio to reproduce his pheromones in a chemistry lab. We also get more context on the prior relationship between these two. From what I could deduce, Lio did something to Scarlemagne to make him “this way”, What does that mean? Like make him crazy or evil or what? Anyways, Lio obviously refuses to help him but it’s too late because he gets sprayed with the pheromones and has no choice but to do what he’s told. 

9. After explaining her plan even more to the goats, they seems to agree to help her but first, they want to make more cheese. I guessing the cheese is more important than I what initially thought. Kipo agrees to help them but she must do it alone, which makes Wolf feel highly suspicious of the goats. 

10. Kipo is led into a room with a bunch of stuff that is used to make the cheese. The sisters hand her a couple of herbs to put those into the mixture slowly. The recipe seems easy at first but it went from 0 to 100 real quick because they begin to speed through the instructions, which makes Kipo even more confused. To make matters worse, these crazy goats are all over the place and spilling/dropping things everywhere. They are so annoying. 

11. One of them (Bev) even accidentally tosses ghost peppers into Kipo’s eyes, which stings her face. It also seems like her transformation is starting to take place gradually at the same time because her left arm is now growing fur on it, just like her right arm. Back to the mixture; These goats are reckless AF! And Kipo is trying her best not to get stabbed or burned by them. 

12. Meanwhile, Wolf is trying to get past the two giant pigs and she manages to sting them with Stalky; Although, they end up falling asleep in front of the exit to the room Kipo is in. But with Mandu’s help, they manage to get past and reunite with Kipo, who ends up looking like this now:

13. Even though Kipo is frustrated that she isn’t a full-on jaguar yet, I’d say a lot of progress has been made. I mean, look at her! The goats then reveal to Kipo about how they met her father and her a long time ago. They tell her that Lio had just lost her mother and had to abandon the burrow Kipo was born in. I wonder why he had to abandon that burrow? Maybe it would bring a lot of painful memories for him?

14. He asked them for guidance to which they tell him that making cheese would help. We also see that whenever Kipo feels safe, she will transform herself more towards her human form and vice versa if she feels unsafe, which is pretty much whenever she’s on the surface. Basically, the goats advise Lio to keep her safe in another burrow to keep her human form as her dominant one. And when it’s time for her to be a jaguar, he can bring her back to the woods. 

15. After hearing the story about her dad, her jaguar form is starting to dissipate but only a little. They tell her to think about the safety she feels when she’s around her dad whilst doing the “herbs out” motion. And it works! All her fur is now gone!

16. So all Kipo has to do to is to feel at peace by imagining herself with Lio in order to maintain her human form and if she wants to transform into her jaguar form, she needs to do the “herbs in” motion as well as thinking about needing to use that form. So that’s why the goat sisters were acting all crazy just now. And Kipo is practically mastering this technique. But we still don’t know if she will be able to FULLY transform into a Mega Jaguar.

17. Back at the lab, Scarlemagne discovers that Kipo is actually Lio’s daughter. Hmm, I really thought he already knew given the prior relationship he and Lio had. He then tells Lio that he plans to capture Kipo and use her Jaguar form for his own benefit. 

18. We then see the Chevre sisters doing their cheese chant again in order to find out if Kipo is ready to take on Scarlemagne with her Mega Jaguar form. Their eyes start glowing blue and they reveal to them that if Kipo becomes the Mega, she won’t be able to turn back into her human form and she probably will lose all of her human essence to it. But there is still a chance for her to stop it and it’s by finding an object that can bind her to her core and guide her out of her jaguar form. 

19. Kipo figures that she could go back to the burrow she was originally from and was born into, which isn’t the clover burrow. She asks the goats if they have any idea where that burrow is or if her dad has given them any info on why he had to abandon the place to which the sisters say they don’t have the answers to those questions. So, the episode ends with a new mission at hand. 

20. Hope you all enjoyed my review of episode 2. Stay tuned tomorrow for when I will be posting my review of episode 3. Thanks for reading! Bye y’all!

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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

Heather Cox Richardson

My house is blissfully quiet, but my ears are still ringing.

The first presidential debate of 2020 was unlike anything we have seen before. CNN’s Jake Tapper said: "That was a hot mess, inside a dumpster fire, inside a train wreck." "He was his own tweets come to life." “We’ll talk about who won the debate, who lost the debate ... One thing for sure, the American people lost.” Conservative pundit William Kristol called it “a spectacle… an embarrassment… a disgrace… because of the behavior of one man, Donald Trump. The interrupting and the bullying, the absence of both decency and dignity—those were Donald Trump’s distinctive contributions to the evening, and they gave the affair the rare and sickening character of a national humiliation.”

Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

In a normal presidential debate, both candidates try to explain their policy proposals, jab at their opponent, and convince undecided voters to move in their direction. If this had been a normal presidential debate, its weight would have fallen on Trump, who is significantly behind Biden, to win voters. Biden’s goal would simply have been not to lose anyone.

If we were calling this like a normal presidential debate, Trump lost. He did not move the needle in his direction. Biden won; he did not lose anyone.

But this was not a normal presidential debate.

Trump long ago gave up the pretense that he wanted to win a majority of voters. For months now, he has made no effort to reach outside of his base. Instead he has focused on solidifying and radicalizing it. As his trade war with China and the coronavirus has weakened his support, he has given massive grants to farmers, promised checks to 33 million elderly to help pay for prescriptions, splashed transportation grants around, and recently even offered grants to lobstermen who have lost business because of the trade war.

Trump set out tonight not to convince undecided voters to support him, but rather to harden his supporters and encourage them to disrupt the election so he can contest the results until the solution goes to the Supreme Court where he hopes a majority will rule in his favor. He laid it all out tonight.

His performance was no accident. He came out determined to dominate the debate in much the same way as Fox News Channel personalities or talk radio hosts dominate their shows. He interrupted, argued, lied, and generally sucked the oxygen out of the room. He cheated, refusing to follow the rules that he had agreed to, thus demonstrating that he would not be bound by the rules everyone else had to live by. He bullied moderator Chris Wallace of the Fox News Channel into repeatedly appeasing him by saying, for example, “Mr. President you’re going to be very happy, because we’re going to talk about law and order,” and “Let me ask — sir, you’ll be happy, I’m about to pick up on one of your points to ask the vice president.” Trump was attempting to demonstrate his dominance.

He went on to echo the grievances and lies that his supporters have come to believe. Ignoring the more than 200,000 Americans dead of Covid-19, he insisted he was the victim of Democrats’ lies about the disease. When Wallace tried to rein him in, he attacked him for being unfair, although Wallace never once fact-checked Trump’s lies.

If Trump had a strategy at all that involved voters, it was to try to keep them from backing Biden. Trump kept yelling at him about “Law & Order,” as he likes to tweet, and kept trying to drive a wedge between Biden and the more progressive wing of the Democratic Party, finally saying to him: “You just lost the left.”

Trump tipped his hand, though, when Wallace asked: "Are you willing, tonight, to condemn white supremacists and militia groups and to say that they need to stand down?” Trump demanded names of such groups, and Wallace named, among others, the Proud Boys, the hate group that helped to organize the riot in Charlottesville, Virginia. After hedging, Trump finally answered: "Proud Boys, stand back and stand by! But I'll tell you what, somebody's got to do something about antifa and the left." "That's my president," the head of the Proud Boys posted on the social media chair that will still host them. Within an hour the group had new shoulder patches designed with the words “Stand Back and Stand By.”

Trump called for his supporters to act as poll watchers to prevent a fraudulent vote. He is losing badly in Pennsylvania, a state he needs, and tonight he lied that Philadelphia election officials refused to permit his poll watchers to observe voting. “Bad things happen in Philadelphia,” he said, “bad things.” The truth is that seven satellite offices where voters can register and apply to vote, complete, and drop off mail in ballots opened in Philadelphia. Poll watchers are not allowed because there is no polling taking place. Trump’s calls for poll watchers are pretty clearly calls for voter intimidation.

Tonight, again, Trump refused to commit to accepting a Biden victory, saying that he could not agree to fraudulent results. He suggested the election could take months to solve, and that he “definitely” wants the Supreme Court, including his new nominee Amy Coney Barrett, to “look at the ballots.” (Democrats have said Barrett should recuse herself from any election-related cases; Republicans say that is “absurd.”)

It was a performance designed to show a strong man who is calling out his armed supporters to enable him to seize an election he cannot win freely.

But Trump performed as he did because it’s all he’s got. He has no policies, no platform, no plans that he can sell to the American people, and no attention span either to govern or to explain how he wants to govern. So his only option is to dominate. Even he knows that ploy is a desperate one. Tonight’s tell was actually in his dominance play itself: overt bullying like he displayed tonight is actually a sign of weakness and abuse, not of true power.

The bar for Biden going into this debate was low: since he is so far ahead, he simply needed not to lose votes. But he did well. First of all, he managed to retain his train of thought, which was no easy thing with Trump interrupting and lying and yelling, clearly trying to derail him and, at the very least, bring out his stutter. He put to rest Trump’s insistence that he is failing mentally.

Despite Trump, Biden also managed to explain some of his policies, too, as well as pointing out that more than 200,000 Americans have died on Trump’s watch, and that he has done the economy no favors. Under Trump, he said, America has become “weaker, sicker, poorer, more divided and more violent.”

But Biden’s strongest moments were ones Trump teed up. When Biden defended our troops from Trump’s “losers” and “suckers” comments, citing his son, Beau, who died of cancer after his service in Iraq, Trump missed the opportunity to acknowledge Biden’s loss, and instead repeatedly attacked Biden’s son Hunter, who struggled with substance abuse. Trump insisted—incorrectly—that Hunter was dishonorably discharged from the Navy (in fact, he was administratively discharged), and tried to smear him. Biden looked directly at Trump to say that Hunter had a drug addiction he is managing, and Biden is proud of him. While Biden spoke as a father defending his son, his message will resonate with the 20 million Americans who are battling addiction.

Most important, though, Biden made the debate about the country and the American people, not about Trump. While Trump listed his own grievances, Biden spoke to the camera, asking Americans what they needed, what they think. He promised that we can accomplish anything if only we work together. He urged people to ignore the chaos and vote. “Vote whatever way is the best way for you,” he said. “Because he will not be able to stop you from determining the outcome of this election.”

Biden also refused to be scared off by Trump’s threats not to honor the election results. He brushed them off, saying “I will accept it, and he will, too. You know why? Because once the winner is declared once all the ballots are counted, that’ll be the end of it.”

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

Heather Cox Richardson

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[senadimell]

2, 7, 30?

Ooh, my first request!

2. Favorite underrated historical figure?

Princess Taiping/ 太平公主！ I wrote a paper on her and it was really hard to find sources discussing her in her own right. She’s a Zhou and Tang-dynasty figure, the daughter of the famous Wu Zetian, known as the only female emperor in China (Zhou being the single-generation dynasty established by Wu Zetian) She’s not someone I’d emulate, but man, she lived a wild life. 

She instigated two successful coups and played politics like nobody’s business. All the while, she amassed landholdings and wealth. She was her mother’s right-hand woman: Emperor Wu* used one of the Taiping Princess’ plans to get rid of a confidante who’d gone too far by setting fire to a temple. Princess Taiping’s first husband was implicated in a failed rebellion against her mother and executed, but she was able to remarry and stay on the scene. In fact, we’re pretty sure her mother had the wife of her second husband assassinated so she could remarry him. I think it’s fascinating that she was able to stay on top during her mother’s rule, as two of her brothers were executed by her mother and two were ousted from power after being named successors. Later in her mother’s life, Taiping outmaneuvered both her mother and her mother’s head of secret police to coerce her mother into agreeing to oust him. 

Eventually, she knew winds were changing in the court and her mother was falling out of favor, so she helped convince her to abdicate the throne in favor of one of her brothers, who I will refer to as Emperor Zhongzong.

It’s kinda complicated to talk about the crazy intrigue that followed her mother’s death, because practically all of her brothers and nephew all have multiple names: birth names, ruling names, and post-humous reign titles, so it can get a little confusing. So Emperor Zhongzong (sounds like jhong-tsong) came into power and his wife, Empress Wei, was also a strong political actor. She did not want Princess Taiping wielding that much political power, and Princess Taiping had lost her most powerful backer when Wu Zetian stepped down. Empress Wei wanted her daughter, the Anle princess, to hold power in the court, and even tried to have her named crown princess and heir, something unprecedented. That didn’t work and her son Li Chongmao/later Emperor Shao was named successor instead. It’s strongly suspected that Empress Wei and the Anle princess (sounds like ahn-leh) conspired to and successfully poisoned Emperor Zhongzong. The Taiping Princess lost no time in launching a coup, and in two weeks time both Empress Wei and the Anle princess were dead. 

Li Chongmao didn't stand a chance. He was around 10-12 when this happened, and when people were still talking about who would be the new leader, she said “Everybody turns to the prime minister [princess Taiping’s brother, Li Dan, later Emperor Ruizong], little boy; this is not your seat.”** Emperor Ruizong treated Princess Taiping as a political equal and relied heavily on her advice.

Meanwhile, his son Li Longji grew in political power and prowess. She felt threatened by him, and participated in a smear campaign to limit his power. He tried to placate her appointing her supporters to  government, so the government was filled with people loyal to her. Unfortunately for her, Emperor Ruizong’s advisors still managed to convinced him to exile her. Through her connections, she was still able to maintain power in the court. 

In 712 ACE, Emperor Ruizong took a comet as a sign he was to step down (rather than eventually getting killed in the struggle between his son and sister) and announced his future abdication to his son Li Longji, temple name Emperor Xuanzong (shu-en tsong) which is how I will refer to him from now on). Aware of what this would mean for her, the Taiping Princess planned her third coup, an armed struggle to upend the soon-to-be Emperor Xuanzong, but was betrayed and discovered. She fled to a monastery, but was found three days later and permitted to commit suicide (seen as more honorable than execution). In the aftermath of the coup, all of the political leaders associated her were implicated by association and were executed or forced to commit suicide. Get this: that was all but one of the chief ministers! It took years for the state to completely appropriate her amassed landholdings and wealth.

*So Empress usually denotes a designated wife of an emperor (皇帝）. Wu Zetian went from a consort to empress regent to empress regnant, essentially. When Wu Zetian ascended the throne, she did some masterful religious and linguistic subversion to establish her legitimacy and came up with a lot of new terms and names to justify what she was doing, since it was unprecedented.  Essentially, she was the female version of Emperor, but translating the linguistic titles is complicated. 

**Sue Wiles and Lily Xiao Hong Lee “Li, Princess Taiping” Biographical Dictionary of Chinese Women, Volume II: Tang Through Ming 618 - 1644. Biographical Dictionary of Chinese Women.

7. Which time period would you like to live in?

Now. The current one. Go back too far even in the past century and I lose rights and privileges that I value, like the ability to dress as weirdly as I please, the ability to discuss issues of mental health and the #me too movement with women’s rights in general, the ability to work where I want, and the ability to openly practice religion. I would also miss conversations and changes within my own faith community about treating people of all races and backgrounds equally, church culture vs. doctrine, and attitudes towards church history.

 But if I were a time traveller and could stop in a place for a vacation, I’d love to live in the early 1900s (1900-1920) and visit major urban centers for art, music, and to witness labor conditions and activism. Alternatively, if I were a time traveller I would simply attend live showings of my favorite shows and concerts (lots of musical theatre)

30. Favorite kids/teens history books:

Most of the historical fiction I’ve read takes place in the past 100 years, and a lot of it takes place in the 30s and 40s. I do have a rule for myself that I don’t seek fiction about the Holocaust--the things here are exceptions. I tend to read survivor’s accounts instead, though I couldn’t think of many novels in for this rec. 

 Between Shades of Grey, by Ruta Sepetys--gorgeous, heart-wrenching book about a girl in Lithuania sent to a Soviet prison camp in Siberia. 

Code Name Verity and Rose Under Fire, by Elizabeth Wein--both take place during WWII. Rather brutal and play around with alternative narration styles.

The Devil’s Arithmetic, by Jane Yolen. I don’t know how to describe it. During a Passover Seder, Hannah Stern is transported back in time to 1942 Poland, during World War II. 

Anything by Gillian Bradshaw (she’s more of a ‘dump you into the history hard and let you figure things out’ kind of author, which I love--I’m trying to get my hands on A Beacon at Alexandria. She also writes historical fiction set in antiquity, which I don’t see as often.)

Flygirl, by Sherri Smith about the WASP (Women’s Airforce Service Pilots). Tackles the racism of the era as well.

The Red Umbrella, by Christina Diaz Gonzalez, about the Cuban exile after the revolution of 1959

Esperanza Rising, by Pam Muñoz Ryan, about a girl who leaves her estate in Mexico and has to live as a migrant worker in California. 

Uprising, by Margaret Peterson Haddix. This is about the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire of 1911 and is a good introduction to labor issues and unions in US history. This book is almost solely responsible for why I don’t think Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them looks anything like New York at the early 20th century (yes, I know this takes place 10 years earlier, but conditions hadn’t changed all that much). 

The Lightning Tree, by Sarah Dunster (not the book of the same name by Patrick Rothfuss). This one’s a bit personal--it’s a coming-of-age story following the story of a girl of Waldensian heritage set in Utah right after the Utah War (1858) and a year after the Mountain Meadows Massacre. It’s character-driven, lyrical and subverted my expectations of what would happen. 

The Vanishing Point, by Louise Hawes. A fictionalized biography of Lavinia Fontana, a famous female artist in the Italian Renaissance. Considering how the art world is dominated by male artists, this was really neat to read, and also takes place further in the past than a lot of things I read. 

Distant Waves, by Suzanne Weyn: Probably the weirdest book here, but just fabulous. It combines spiritualism, Nikola Tesla, Houdini and Doyle, H.G. Wells and the wealthy crème de la crème of the era with the Titanic.

Non-fiction

Yankee Doodle Gals, by Amy Nathan is about the WASP and is fabulous.

Teens at War, by Allan Zullo. Ten stories of teenagers at war throughout history.

Witch-Hunt: Mysteries of the Salem Witch Trials by Marc Aronson. One of the things I realized was just how much of an anomaly the trials were, as previously courts had been denying spectral evidence as a valid source of evidence.

Night, by Elie Wiesel. A personal history of surviving the Holocaust. Here’s the thing--if you can, read both the edition before his wife translated it and compare it to her translation. Her translations soften the hard edges of the book, which isn’t something I usually want if I’m reading about the Holocaust, but have been called more true to his words.

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot. A moving and disturbing story about race, medical exploitation, the invention of vaccines, and poverty in the U.S. I don’t know if this counts as a teen novel, but I read it as a freshman in high school on my librarian’s recommendation.

Savage Girls and Wild Boys Does this count as children or history? It’s a history about feral children (raised by animals, etc) and other children raised in extraordinary circumstances. 

Sort of history? It’s more modern. Never Fall Down by Patricia McCormick. It’s kind of a memoir of Arn Chorn-Pond, someone who survived the Cambodian genocide of 1975-1979 and was a child soldier. It’s brutal, but I recommend it to everyone. 

This isn’t a children’s history book, but I can’t miss an opportunity to recommend it. The Rape Of Nanking: The Forgotten Holocaust Of World War II by Iris Chang is utterly heartbreaking. The Rape of Nanjing has hugely significant to cultural memory, and yet most people I’ve talked to in the states have never hear about it

As for children’s books, I read my copy of The Secret Soldier by Ann McGovern to death. If not for its length, it would probably be falling out of its binding by now. 

I also read my mother’s childhood copy of The Story of Helen Keller by Lorena A. Hickok over and over again (first published 1958). 

Survivor, by Allan Zullo. Compilation of stories from children who survived the Holocaust. 

The Hidden Girl, the story of Lola Rein Kaufman written between her and Lois Metzger. After her mother is killed by the Gestapo, she has to hide in a barn to survive.

OH! ETA:

Rejected Princesses: Tales of History's Boldest Heroines, Hellions, and Heretics  and Tough Mothers: Amazing Stories of History's Mightiest Matriarchs by Jason Porath are a fun way to get familiar with historical and legendary female historical figures. There is some swearing and description of all the sorts of things you can imagine have happened to historical women, but it’s organized by rating and type. 

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Heather Cox Richardson September 29, 2020 (Tuesday) My house is blissfully quiet, but my ears are still ringing. The first presidential debate of 2020 was unlike anything we have seen before. CNN’s Jake Tapper said: "That was a hot mess, inside a dumpster fire, inside a train wreck." "He was his own tweets come to life." “We’ll talk about who won the debate, who lost the debate ... One thing for sure, the American people lost.” Conservative pundit William Kristol called it “a spectacle… an embarrassment… a disgrace… because of the behavior of one man, Donald Trump. The interrupting and the bullying, the absence of both decency and dignity—those were Donald Trump’s distinctive contributions to the evening, and they gave the affair the rare and sickening character of a national humiliation.” Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play? In a normal presidential debate, both candidates try to explain their policy proposals, jab at their opponent, and convince undecided voters to move in their direction. If this had been a normal presidential debate, its weight would have fallen on Trump, who is significantly behind Biden, to win voters. Biden’s goal would simply have been not to lose anyone. If we were calling this like a normal presidential debate, Trump lost. He did not move the needle in his direction. Biden won; he did not lose anyone. But this was not a normal presidential debate. Trump long ago gave up the pretense that he wanted to win a majority of voters. For months now, he has made no effort to reach outside of his base. Instead he has focused on solidifying and radicalizing it. As his trade war with China and the coronavirus has weakened his support, he has given massive grants to farmers, promised checks to 33 million elderly to help pay for prescriptions, splashed transportation grants around, and recently even offered grants to lobstermen who have lost business because of the trade war. Trump set out tonight not to convince undecided voters to support him, but rather to harden his supporters and encourage them to disrupt the election so he can contest the results until the solution goes to the Supreme Court where he hopes a majority will rule in his favor. He laid it all out tonight. His performance was no accident. He came out determined to dominate the debate in much the same way as Fox News Channel personalities or talk radio hosts dominate their shows. He interrupted, argued, lied, and generally sucked the oxygen out of the room. He cheated, refusing to follow the rules that he had agreed to, thus demonstrating that he would not be bound by the rules everyone else had to live by. He bullied moderator Chris Wallace of the Fox News Channel into repeatedly appeasing him by saying, for example, “Mr. President you’re going to be very happy, because we’re going to talk about law and order,” and “Let me ask — sir, you’ll be happy, I’m about to pick up on one of your points to ask the vice president.” Trump was attempting to demonstrate his dominance. He went on to echo the grievances and lies that his supporters have come to believe. Ignoring the more than 200,000 Americans dead of Covid-19, he insisted he was the victim of Democrats' lies about the disease. When Wallace tried to rein him in, he attacked him for being unfair, although Wallace never once fact-checked Trump’s lies. If Trump had a strategy at all that involved voters, it was to try to keep them from backing Biden. Trump kept yelling at him about “Law & Order,” as he likes to tweet, and kept trying to drive a wedge between Biden and the more progressive wing of the Democratic Party, finally saying to him: “You just lost the left.” Trump tipped his hand, though, when Wallace asked: "Are you willing, tonight, to condemn white supremacists and militia groups and to say that they need to stand down?” Trump demanded names of such groups, and Wallace named, among others, the Proud Boys, the hate group that helped to organize the riot in Charlottesville, Virginia. After hedging, Trump finally answered: "Proud Boys, stand back and stand by! But I'll tell you what, somebody's got to do something about antifa and the left." "That's my president," the head of the Proud Boys posted on the social media chair that will still host them. Within an hour the group had new shoulder patches designed with the words “Stand Back and Stand By.” Trump called for his supporters to act as poll watchers to prevent a fraudulent vote. He is losing badly in Pennsylvania, a state he needs, and tonight he lied that Philadelphia election officials refused to permit his poll watchers to observe voting. “Bad things happen in Philadelphia,” he said, “bad things.” The truth is that seven satellite offices where voters can register and apply to vote, complete, and drop off mail in ballots opened in Philadelphia. Poll watchers are not allowed because there is no polling taking place. Trump’s calls for poll watchers are pretty clearly calls for voter intimidation. Tonight, again, Trump refused to commit to accepting a Biden victory, saying that he could not agree to fraudulent results. He suggested the election could take months to solve, and that he “definitely” wants the Supreme Court, including his new nominee Amy Coney Barrett, to “look at the ballots.” (Democrats have said Barrett should recuse herself from any election-related cases; Republicans say that is “absurd.”) It was a performance designed to show a strong man who is calling out his armed supporters to enable him to seize an election he cannot win freely. But Trump performed as he did because it’s all he’s got. He has no policies, no platform, no plans that he can sell to the American people, and no attention span either to govern or to explain how he wants to govern. So his only option is to dominate. Even he knows that ploy is a desperate one. Tonight’s tell was actually in his dominance play itself: overt bullying like he displayed tonight is actually a sign of weakness and abuse, not of true power. The bar for Biden going into this debate was low: since he is so far ahead, he simply needed not to lose votes. But he did well. First of all, he managed to retain his train of thought, which was no easy thing with Trump interrupting and lying and yelling, clearly trying to derail him and, at the very least, bring out his stutter. He put to rest Trump’s insistence that he is failing mentally. Despite Trump, Biden also managed to explain some of his policies, too, as well as pointing out that more than 200,000 Americans have died on Trump’s watch, and that he has done the economy no favors. Under Trump, he said, America has become “weaker, sicker, poorer, more divided and more violent.” But Biden’s strongest moments were ones Trump teed up. When Biden defended our troops from Trump’s “losers” and “suckers” comments, citing his son, Beau, who died of cancer after his service in Iraq, Trump missed the opportunity to acknowledge Biden’s loss, and instead repeatedly attacked Biden’s son Hunter, who struggled with substance abuse. Trump insisted—incorrectly—that Hunter was dishonorably discharged from the Navy (in fact, he was administratively discharged), and tried to smear him. Biden looked directly at Trump to say that Hunter had a drug addiction he is managing, and Biden is proud of him. While Biden spoke as a father defending his son, his message will resonate with the 20 million Americans who are battling addiction. Most important, though, Biden made the debate about the country and the American people, not about Trump. While Trump listed his own grievances, Biden spoke to the camera, asking Americans what they needed, what they think. He promised that we can accomplish anything if only we work together. He urged people to ignore the chaos and vote. “Vote whatever way is the best way for you,” he said. “Because he will not be able to stop you from determining the outcome of this election.” Biden also refused to be scared off by Trump’s threats not to honor the election results. He brushed them off, saying “I will accept it, and he will, too. You know why? Because once the winner is declared once all the ballots are counted, that’ll be the end of it.”

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Next Stop, Everywhere

Chapter 4: It Doesn’t Matter

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: Female OC x 10th Doctor (but we’re starting with the 9th Doctor)

OC face claim is the actress Victoria Camacho!

No real warnings for now!

// Story Masterlist // 

Chapter summary: Joy is dropped back on Earth but not in the correct time the Doctor promised her. And despite her insistence to leave London altogether, she ends up doing something far different.

~ 0 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~ 0 ~

Remember what I said?

I was wrong.

Very wrong.

This was so a Third Wheel trip. Frankly, I can't take it anymore. I've grown fond of the Doctor and Rose but the fact that they barely acknowledge me is not that great.

What bugged me the most was that the Doctor didn't even bother getting to know me. All he knew was my name and that I was American. Other than that, nothing. But if you asked him about Rose, he'd have an answer in less than two seconds. Not only was it annoying, but it was also hurtful. It made me think that he didn't like me and I knew that wasn't the case because he could've easily dropped me off but... he didn't. But what was wrong, then?

I loved this place, I really did, but I can't keep going on like this. That's why I left home in the first place, years ago. I will not go through that again.

~0~

"Here we are, just 6 hours after we left," the Doctor pulled up in the same alley way we had left off in on Earth. I stepped outside, feeling as if it wasn't real. After seeing so much, it felt like I was just plain dreaming up the bland planet. "Now, are you sure you want to go home?"

I looked back, seeing him and Rose standing together. I nodded, "Yeah..."

"Oh, don't forget your coat!" Rose rushed inside the TARDIS and came back with my light, yellow coat, "Here," she handed it to me.

"You know we'll be back, right?" The Doctor asked.

I nodded, "Yeah...but-"

"Good then, we'll see you some time later," he grinned then walked inside.

I smiled sadly, nodding again even if he couldn't see it anymore.

Rose, oblivious to the ignorance, simply waved her hand before walking inside as well, "See you."

And just like the last time, one year ago, the blue box of wonders disappeared right before my eyes. "Goodbye Doctor," I whispered, thankful for so much opportunities I had been offered from him, "Thank you."

I turned and walked away, knowing I'd probably never see them again.

~0~

I entered the diner, feeling good and ready to begin the day. I felt I should leave London soon and head off somewhere new. Feeling ignored didn't help and so I wanted a fresh new start again, like the first time. That's usually what would happen: I'd travel, find a new place, meet people, waited a decent time until I saw things going for the worst then got up and left again.

It was that time again...

"Morning!" I yelled.

Ami, who was walking towards the counter, dropped the plates she had been holding to the ground. I jumped when the glass smashed into pieces.

"Ami! What the hell?" I walked towards the counter, setting my bag on it.

"It's...it's you," she pointed a trembling finger at me, "D-Dominic!" she yelled.

"What?" Dominic walked to his station and looked up through the opening window. His eyes widened when he saw me, "Oh my god..."

"Oh, Joy!" Ami threw her hands around my neck, "I'm so glad you're safe!"

"What are you talking about?" I pulled away, utterly confused, "Of course I'm safe!"

"Where have you been kid?" Dominic asked, "We were worried sick!"

"I thought you had finally left again," Ami said sadly, "Without even a goodbye."

"What are you two talking about? I just saw you yesterday," I shrugged off my coat.

"What are YOU talking about?" Dominic raised an eyebrow, "It's been 6 months since you came in."

My eyes nearly popped out, "SIX MONTHS?" I choked out, "N-n-n-n-no," I shook my head, "6 months? No...it..." I looked at them and saw they were serious, dead serious. They wouldn't lie like that; they weren't about the pranking style.

I had been gone for six months.

"Yeah, the boss was really angry you just skipped out like that," Ami said.

"Oh..." I shut my eyes, "I dread to think. I'm fired aren't I?"

They both nodded.

"And I don't think your American charm is going to work this time," Dominic said, "Sorry kid."

I sighed, "I lost my job."

"Where did you go?" Ami asked as I grabbed my coat and bag.

"Somewhere..." I mumbled, walking to the door, "But it doesn't matter now..."

6 months. I've been gone 6 months. The Doctor had said 6 hours. He clearly got it wrong. What was I supposed to do now?

I called where I lived and was greeted by an angry Ms. Griffin, the owner of the apartment in which I rented a room.

I had lost that too.

I was left walking through the streets with no place to go and no money. Wonderful.

I had lost everything...

I looked up and noticed something posted on a street post. At first, I couldn't make out what it was but when I neared closer, I saw it was a 'Missing Girl' flyer. I reached for it and studied it.

I gasped quietly, "Rose..."

'Have you seen me?'

"They've marked her down as disappeared." I read the entire paper and saw there was a phone number and address. I looked up, glancing ahead and back.

I dashed off to somewhere named the Powell Estate. I clutched the paper in my hand as I ran. Oh Rose, if only she knew.

~0~

I knocked furiously, alright I pounded, on a door until I was finally answered. "Jackie Tyler?" I said, catching my breath.

A blonde, blue eyed woman stared at me momentarily stood on the other side of the door, "Uh...yes?"

"I know..." I panted, holding up the crumpled paper in my hand, as if she could really see what was on it anymore, "...Rose..."

"Oh!" She exclaimed then pulled me in and shut the door. "Have you seen my daughter?"

I caught my breath and nodded, "She's been gone for 6 months?"

"Yes, yes, do you know where she is?"

I licked my lips, sucking in a deep breath, "You see..."

"Jackie?" Someone called as the door was reopened.

I froze; it was the young man Rose had been with in the London Eye.

When he recognized me he pointed violently, his anger growing clear on his face. "It's you!"

I blinked, not finding the right words to say. I mean, what could I really say?

"Do you know each other?" Jackie asked, desperately trying to keep up; a hopeful gleam in her eyes, probably belonging to the thought of finally finding her daughter.

"She was with Rose the day she disappeared," The guy exclaimed, nearly shouting at me, "Do you know how many problems your stupid Doctor caused me?"

"I'm...sorry..." I tried apologizing but Rose's mother cut in and started questioning for her daughter.

"You were with Rose? Where's Rose!? What do you know!?"

"Calm down," I gestured with my hands, I seeing her get really get worked up about it, "I can explain..."

"No, you left too!" the guy marched up to me angrily, 'Do you know I was a suspect for killing Rose?"

"Y-you were?" I blinked, now understanding completely his anger, "I'm terribly sorry but it's not my fault!"

"Mickey Smith you let her speak," snapped Jackie.

"Mickey?" I quickly said, "I can explain. Just give me the chance," He glared but nodded and allowed me to continue, "Jackie, I don't know where your daughter is," I began and I saw the disappointment in her face, "But I can assure you she's not dead. She's just...traveling."

"Traveling?" she repeated, "But why won't she call?"

"I don't know," I shook my head, really not getting the answer either. I mean, Rose knew her mother would pick up. She knew her mother would always be worried. She should feel lucky and grateful she had a mother like Jackie. But for some reason, she just wasn't bothered that she had left her mother without a word.

"Jackie, I went missing that same day but...here I am," I gestured to my safe body, "And look, no one even claimed a disappearance of me. I'm perfectly fine."

"Who...who are you?" she asked.

"Joy Souza."

"You seem pretty young..." she looked me over, "You say you disappeared too? And your parents didn't file it?"

I couldn't help but scoff, "Please, like they'd make time to look out for me."

She tilted her head, frowning with confusion, "But-"

"It's not important," I quickly moved on from the topic, "I just came over to give you some assurance over your daughter. I don't know where she is but she'll be coming back. Pretty soon." I turned to Mickey, "And I'm sorry for the trouble you had to go through. I didn't think that'd happen. I don't think the Doctor did either."

He smiled dimly, "I guess it's not really your fault..."

"I uh...better get going," I walked for the door.

"Joy?" Jackie called suddenly, "Hold on there," I looked back as she came up, "Your parents...what did you mean by that?"

I shook my head, "Jakie, it's not import-"

"It's important," she said softly, studying me for a minute, "I can bet you're not even eighteen yet," I tried hiding my shock at her correct guessing but she just saw straight through it. She took my hand, bringing me away from the door. "How's about a nice cup of tea?"

My mouth opened to immediately decline the offer, knowing it was best to put distance between myself and the Doctor and Rose. I had to leave anyways and the less people I said goodbye to, the better. "...can I get coffee instead?"

And that happened instead.

Jackie smiled, nodding as she brought me towards the kitchen, Mickey right behind, "Of course, sweetheart."

~ 0 ~

6 Months Later.

"See you later Jackie!" I exclaimed, running to the door and grabbing my bag.

"Hold on, no breakfast?" she walked out from the kitchen, expectant face that declared I sat down at the table for a proper meal.

"I have to find a new job," I reminded, sweetest smile I could give on my face.

"Again?" she leaned against the wall, "What happened to the one last week?"

"I quit," I shrugged, "Boss was incredibly rude and demeaning."

"Hm, well I already told you. Maybe you should just focus on school. The faster you finish, the quicker you can get into college."

"I will," I nodded, reaching for the door knob, "I am."

I ran through the street, looking intently on where I could apply for another job. It was becoming fairly difficult, I'd admit. Every since I lost the one at the diner, I just couldn't seem to stick in one job anymore. Granted, I never did but this time it was different. I just couldn't. I never stayed too long in a place; when I felt ready to leave I just did. But I hadn't done so in over a year and a half. I was still in London and for some reason, I couldn't leave.

Perhaps, it could have to do with the fact that I had found a real home that I couldn't admit was only a temporary one until Rose returned and took back her room. But the atmosphere was just so different! Right from the beginning, Jackie had sat me down on the table, handing me a cup of coffee, and along with Mickey, listened to my story...my whole story. She didn't yell, she didn't reprimand me, she didn't order me what I had to do...she just listened. While she didn't condone what I had done in respect to my family, she agreed that they had been wrong. She also agreed not to contact them for any reason unless I was in grave danger, and we were talking about life and death situations. In her, I had found the only other person that could possibly understand me and just...allow me to live my life the way I wanted to. I was doing nothing wrong, really.

I had even found a new friend, in Mickey. He had also listened and had understood me, especially since one of his parents had also been quite the distant from him. And now with his 'girlfriend' off traveling with an alien, we had become the best of friends.

I was really happy. So happy that I just couldn't bring myself to leave...

~0~

All morning I spent it in the mall, looking for a job. I managed to go around the shops inside and beside the mall, but still nothing. I was becoming frantic. 6 months of this! I don't know how much longer I can last! I didn't want to be taken care of, I never need anyone to help me. Jackie and Mickey had offered to pay for my expenses while I finished school but I didn't need my own parents to do that for me so I certainly wasn't about to let two people that actually cared for me to do so.

"Hey," I heard Mickey call from behind.

I turned around, hugging him quick, "Hi."

"What are you doing?"

"Job hunting again."

"What happened to the shop?"

"It didn't work out..."

"So, no luck yet?"

I shook my head, "I don't know, I had such a good job at the diner. I had all my money saved...but it's gone." I sighed, "And I can't seem to get up on my feet anymore."

"You'll find something." he assured, "I was heading to Jackie's for lunch. Ready to come back?"

I shook my head, "Ami and I are going to have lunch at the diner."

He nodded, "Alright. I'll see you later then."

I nodded continued on my way. I entered the diner and was greeted by the familiar greasy smell. "Hi Dominic." I greeted.

"Hey!" he waved from his station, "Ami's in the restroom. She'll be out," I smiled and sat at the counter, "Still no luck?"

"Nope!"

"Don't worry. You'll find something good," he assured, "Actually, one of my friends said there was going to be an opening for a high top institution."

"Really?" I perked up, curious, "What is it?"

"I don't know much about it but she said the pay is really good. If you want, I can give you the number of my friend. Just say I sent you."

'Thanks, Dominic." I smiled.

"Hey!" Ami came out, "Dominic, you know the usual!"

He groaned, "Yes."

We went to sit at a table by the glass window.

"How's the work today?" I looked around, "It's barely filled."

"Yeah, things have been going pretty slow this month."

"Because you need an American..." I trailed off, causing her to chuckle.

"We do miss you," she nodded.

"Me too," I admitted, pouting, making her laugh again.

We talked about the future plans we had both made for the rest of the year, specifically for Christmas which was nearing. She said her family would visit the Galapagos Islands. That sounded like fun...one of the places I had to visit. Though the thought of those plans I had had were slowly fading. I didn't want to go away for Christmas but I also didn't want to stay here. Jackie and Mickey were incredible but the truth was still there: I had no family in England and was living in a room that wasn't even mine. Christmas just seemed like a joke, I admitted to myself. Of course, Ami made me laugh through it. She was incredibly sweet when it came to my troubles. Together, we ate like we hadn't done so in months, much to Dominic's dismay.

I was eating my third chocolate mousse when Mickey busted through the doors.

"Oi man!" Dominic yelled, "What's the rush?"

Mickey ignored him and ran straight to me, "Minnie!" he cried, panting heavily, "You have to see..."

"Mickey, what's wrong?" I handed him a drink.

He shook his head and hand, "No, no. It's Rose..." he finally said, "And the Doctor!"

My eyes widened, "What about them?"

He shook his head, still regaining his breath. He grabbed my hand and ran us out. "See you Ami!" I yelled before we left for the streets.

I couldn't believe they were back...

It had been several months and honestly, secretly, I had started believing they would never return.

But now, the only thought that ran through my head was the trouble those two were in...

~0~

We ran up the stairs of the Powell Estate and bust through the door of the Tyler's. We saw Rose, the Doctor and Jackie in the living room.

"You're back..." I breathed, "Jackie..."

"It was him, wasn't it?" she frowned, "Did he take you away too?" I glanced to the Doctor for help, "He did," Jackie glared at him, "You took these two girls?"

"I didn't force them!" the Doctor exclaimed.

"He didn't," Rose assured, "Mum, please just calm down."

But Jackie was hysterical. She was angry. Furious.

And she should be...

12 months. One Year.

I think anyone who waited that long would be right to be angry...right?

"Jackie, what did I say?" I asked her, trying to ease her anger as best I could, "She was fine. Isn't that what matters?"

"Yes, of course but..."

"Then let it go." I said, "Your daughter is here. Be happy."

She stared at Rose, sighing, "Oh come here," she pulled Rose for a hug.

"Nice one," Mickey whispered behind me.

"Thanks," I whispered back, smiling as the mother and daughter reunited.

"Joy," the Doctor stood up, "How have you been?"

I glanced at Jackie and Mickey, silently pleading they wouldn't say anything, though I think only one of them got the message, "Um...good. I've been very good."

"Minnie," Mickey began, "You los-"

"I've been good," I repeated clearly, elbowing him in the stomach, "Working..."

"That's good." the Doctor nodded, "Really, really good."

I half smiled, "Come here," I pulled him for a hug, "I thought I'd never see you again, you goof ball."

He chuckled, "I did say see you some time."

I pulled back, "It's been six months."

"I thought it was 12," Rose said.

"For you," I looked at the Doctor, "You seem to have made a miscalculation with me as well. It wasn't 6 hours, it was 6 months."

"Oh..." he looked around, "Oops."

"Yeah, oops," I crossed my arms. I pretended to be angry but then started laughing. I re-hugged him, happy to see him again. Secretly, I thought that this time we'd actually get a chance to talk.

That was the plan...

A spaceship crashed into Big Ben, the Doctor as usual got us arrested and 'escorted' to give answers on something we clearly didn't know of. Aliens were discovered to be hiding in 'human suits' I'd say? It was the usual for the Doctor, got himself in trouble and inexplicably saves himself and the rest of the world.

And do you know what happened apart from that?

More ignores.

Now, it was just frustrating!

Throughout the whole chaos, I was only referred back to for a clever input that could possibly give the Doctor an idea. But other than that, it was like I was just one more human, like Harriet Jones, that had tagged along with the time travelers. Was I really just that awful? That bad of a 'companion' as Rose called herself.

Oh, and that's one more thing I also picked up on...

Rose didn't view the Doctor just as an alien. While she wasn't 'in love', she wasn't just viewing a friend. I truly believed that wouldn't end well for either party. And as selfish as I may sound, I also believed that it wouldn't end well for me if they become something more than friends. Because if I felt ignored now then I couldn't even begin to imagine what it'd feel like later on...

"Are you sure you don't want to come along then?" the Doctor asked me, once more, by the TARDIS.

I looked to Rose that was standing beside him, making my answer crystal clear in my head. "No. I have things to do here.."

"Like what?" he asked, slightly disgusted at the idea of turning down the glorious box of wonders for Earth.

You'd know what happened to me if we talked, I thought.

That was rude but...I was fairly irritated.

"Things. But I'll be here," I glanced at Rose, "You don't mind if I keep staying in your room?"

She smiled and shook her head, "Keep my Mum company for me. And take care of Mickey."

I did a pretend salute, "Understood."

"Well, I'll see you some time then," the Doctor gave a slight nod then entered the TARDIS.

Rose did a slight wave then entered the TARDIS. I took steps back as the TARDIS began de-materializing.

"Why'd you let him leave like that?" Mickey asked.

I sighed, "What do you mean?"

"I'm not an idiot, Minnie. I saw you barely spoke. Did you even tell him what happened when you came back?"

"No..." I admitted, "It doesn't matter."

'It does matter," he put a hand on my shoulder.

"What was I supposed to say?" I turned around to face him, "I lost my job? I lost my year of school? I lost everything for coming with him? Was I just supposed to drop it off like that?"

"No, but you could've said something," he replied, equally serious as I was, "While there was no mean intentions, he did hurt you. And he still is, much like Rose. They both ignore you and I don't like it! I'd never leave you like they did."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued at his last words, "...is that why you didn't take the Doctor's offer then?"

The Doctor had asked Mickey if he wanted to accompany he and Rose into the TARDIS, take him on those trips Rose talked about today but for some reason, Mickey said no.

"Honestly, I'm scared of the idea of time traveling but..." He sighed, nodding, "...I can't just leave you after everything. You lost your job, your home, your money, your school year...everything. And you don't even say anything? C'mon, Minnie, you're so sweet but there's a limit."

"I was asking you a question and you turn this back on me?" I frowned, disliking that tactic had taken custom of using.

"My answer has to do with you," he clarified softly, "A best friend looks out for a best friend, and I intend to do so."

"Oh Mickey, you're amazing!" I hugged him.

He sighed, "It saddens me that he doesn't even know you."

"It's a bit disappointing," I agreed, pulling back, "But maybe it'll change the next time we see each other."

"Maybe," he swung his arm around my shoulder, "How's about a chocolate milkshake in the meantime?"

I smiled, "Sure. Let's get Jackie too."

Hopefully, the situation wouldn't last forever. Maybe I was right, maybe the next time the Doctor came back, we'd finally talk like actual friends.

#noblecrescentedit #10th doctor x oc #oc: Joy Souza #oc: Minerva Souza #doctor who fanfics #10th doctor x original female character #10th doctor imagines #doctor who #rose tyler #9th doctor #fic: next stop eveywhere

[lamiralami]

TMA Retro 4: Page Turner

I was touched to see some tag commentary on yesterday’s post! Honestly, it gave me an emotion - I am traditionally very anxious about engaging online, it speaks to my immense love of TMA that it brought me to Make A Post At Last. It’s very affirming and reassuring to get some response to my lunatic treatises. Y’all are all right. 💜

Anyway, grab some lighter fluid and a sturdy wastepaper basket, time to torch your haunted novel in MAG 4: Page Turner

It’s ironic that this statement is about the Vast when it is one dense motherfucker. so many dangling plot threads are introduced here, each ready to hook you and start reeling. we’ve been into the meta plot since episode one but this episode is the first time the audience is made aware of such.

seriously: Jurgen Leitner and his library, Gerard Keay and Mary Keay, Michael Crew. the figures introduced in this one thirty-minute installment loom large over the rest of the entire run

you could, your first time through, even file this away as a one-off scary story if not for the fact that Jon knows what’s going on (enjoy it while it lasts, my son). He’s heard of Jurgen Leitner. He alludes to an incident with his library in 1994. Deeper than that, he immediately takes the statement at face value and treats the claims within it as authentic, which is a complete 180° on the first three episodes

and this is such a smart story choice? Jon shapes our perspective into this universe and up until now he’s been utterly dismissive of the validity of the stories he’s telling. To go from practically rolling his eyes to scheduling a meeting with his boss about tracking down more haunted books - that tells us that Jon takes this seriously as a threat. And that makes us take it seriously too, makes us take note that strange books are dangerous things in this world. Any offhand mention of books in future statements will be enough to make us sweat

And! It starts winding the narrative tension on a character level. Why and what does Jon know about Jurgen Leitner and his library? Why does he say his name with such venom? And if he’s so sure about the supernatural nature of these books, why is he so loath to believe the other statements?

(and then it takes 80 + episodes to fully answer these initial questions. Jonny enjoys a slow roasted torment)

love that the statement giver presents, as proof of his iron-clad sanity, the fact that he works as a theatre technician. speaking as someone with an unfinished theatre degree: theatre people are feral my good buddy, try again. I mean, we refuse to say the name of one of the most famous plays in the English language because we think a ghost will trip us for the indiscretion. this is not the trump card you think it is.

a quick sidebar for the Red String Brigade: The Trojan Women is an ancient Greek tragedy that involves a baby being thrown off a city wall. The Seagull’s first published English translation was done by Marian Fell, and also a seagull is a bird and birds can fly. Much Ado About Nothing is very good and you should all watch the version from 2011 with David Tennant and Catherine Tate.

it’s interesting that these early episodes seem to take a cue from urban legends in some respects. Nathan Watts gets extremely drunk at a party and then is almost skinned by a monster while having a smoke. Joshua Gillespie is approached while engaging in a whirlwind of debauchery and has to take care of a cursed coffin after accepting money for what he thinks is a drug trafficking gig. Amy Patel regularly spies on her neighbour for her own entertainment and then has to watch him be replaced by a malevolent entity only she can perceive. and now Dominic Swain pushes past his guilty conscience to score a valuable book off an unknowing charity shop and...gets a bit dizzy and haunted by a phantom stink for a few days then gets ‎£5,000, well anyway, the point is he got spooked! spooked after doing something kind of iffy! that is pure urban legend procedure; modern day fairy tales imparting dire  consequences onto societal transgressions. in a horror story this structure offers a false sense of safety - if you’re a good person, the monster won’t come for you. I can’t recall which upcoming statement yanks the rug out from under us with the first completely random victim.

cannot comprehend how this guy didn’t start plugging the book into google translate the second he got home. that probably saved him from being taken by the book but I am still judging him for not even trying it. yeah you’d be sucked into some sort of sky hell but at least you’d know what’s in the book!! could never be me

(yes I am aware in this universe I would have been eaten years ago. I’ve made my peace with that)

grbookworm1818 slays me. I don’t know which is better, the idea of Gertude carefully curating the most sixty-five-year-old-on-goodreads username she could as a cover for her cursed purchase history, or her actual sixty-five-year-old brain just expressing itself naturally because Gertrude is a very busy woman who doesn’t have time to immerse herself in the ins and outs of internet culture, she just wants to buy the demonic tomes she’s selected for destruction and get on with her day thanks.

did Gertrude know what a meme was? which Archivist could convincingly pose as a millennial best, Gertrude Robinson or Jonathan Sims?

The Key of Solomon and its former keeper, Samuel Liddell MacGregor Mathers, are both real historical figures. the book is basically Renaissance-era magical au fanfic of the Bible, and the man was a 19th century British occultist (and likely drinking buddy of Jonah Magnus) who founded a Very Serious Secret Society. this is a picture of him whiiiiiich rather dispels any sense of menace he’s meant to invoke. what kind of cosplaying nonsense

Mary Keay is such a striking figure. “She was very old and painfully thin, but her head was completely clean shaven, and every square inch of skin I could see was tattooed over with closely-written words in a script I didn’t recognise.” a Look, a vision!

I’m guessing that Our Gerard was blasting heavy metal at 2 am to try to drown out his undead mother while waiting for her manifestation to dissipate. I like to imagine him frequenting Reddit advice posts about dealing with toxic family members, poor lad

oh my gosh Mary refers to Gerard as “her Gerard” is that where Jon got “our Gerard” from?? I feel betrayed??

whatever, I’m reclaiming it. Our Gerard is meant with affection now babey! 

the eye portrait is a bit puzzling. the inscription - ‘“Grant us the sight that we may not know. Grant us the scent that we may not catch. Grant us the sound that we may not call.”’ - could almost be read as an invocation against the Eye? But in general Gerry is fairly Eye-aligned, so...shrug emoji

(honestly my main takeaway from the eye portrait is that it’s finely detailed and near photorealistic so we can add “tortured artist” to our list of Gerard Keay traits and is it any wonder that he’s so Fandom Beloved?)

Mary is Not Good at negotiating sales. her main technique involves terrible tea, bringing up repressed childhood trauma, and getting her magic book to drop animal bones onto customer’s shoes. I’m guessing Pinhole Books was in bad shape even before the police investigation and murder charges.

hahaha, the Vast pushes Dominic down the stairs. classic. you gotta grab what opportunities are available

so did Gerard have to follow Dominic back to his flat and wait awkwardly on the doorstep at like 3 in the morning, hoping none of his neighbours would notice and call the cops

the revelation that Mary’s been dead the whole time! this episode may be more intent on world building and plot set-up but damn if it isn’t still a good little ghost story.

kind of rude of Gerry to just burn a book in this guy’s flat without asking and then steal his wastepaper basket.

Jon may not call the statement giver a liar for once, but never fear, he’s still our petty bastard man. accuses Gertrude of filing statements without reading them, has Sasha double-check Martin’s research, grumps about his general misfortune . he’s stressed from the Archives’ disorder and having flashbacks to a certain picture book but by Jove, that won’t stop him making snide comments on what’s supposed to be an official audio transcription!

#tma retro #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #tma meta #I love love love all the little dominos being set into place in this episode #but I am looking forward to an episode about the Vast that really dives in deep #(pun absofuckinglutely intended)

[alleycat97]

Double Trouble Pt. 1

Description: Chaos and turmoil burn deep with the council. The young mortal lover of Kamilah, now power hungry more than ever, always gets her way. With Kamilah by her side, will she get her total domination? What if what you see is not exactly as it appears?

Characters: Kamilah x MC (Amy), Adrian, Priya, Lily, Jax, Autumn(Amy’s identical twin sister)

Genre: Thriller/Mystery

Rating: Mature

Disclaimer: Not my characters:( Also want to thank a very special friend (they know who😉) for helping me with this story. Please enjoy!

...

Words, simple as they appear to be, are vital for human communication. It’s amazing how these words can affect a person. The right choice of words spoken from the wrong person can create a problem. All it takes is one person and one believer for those words to work. Rheya was good at it, Gaius was good at it, Adolf Hitler was good at it. You tell people what they want to hear and you can almost conquer anything. What do all these people have in common? They wanted to conquer the world, and it all began with a simple word. So that’s where our story starts.

It’s amazing what love could do to a person. Kamilah had never felt such a true, pure love before and she would give the entire world to her sweet Amy, ‘the mortal.’ Amy could make her do things no one could imagine. Kamilah Sayeed, the badass CEO vampire queen was whipped for a 23 year old and she couldn’t hide it. It’s dangerous to let your walls down, something the queen never thought she would ever do. It creates weakness and exposes you to threats.

A woman of her stature was very influential in both of her worlds, she ran a risk opening up to Amy but so far everything was good. So far...

...

Amy was a passionate lover, loving her vampire girlfriend was challenging but she took it and ran. Now she has the said woman wrapped around her finger. She was arguably the most famous and hated person in the world for being Kamilah’s girlfriend, a position that didn’t go unnoticed by a familiar face that Amy had left in the past years ago.

Do you ever get that feeling that you’re always being watched? You know the feeling, the chill that runs down your spine that makes you shiver. The way the air feels calm around you even in a mass of people. The way your heart speeds up and you begin to feel uncomfortable? Amy had been feeling that way for the past two weeks everytime she stepped outside. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being stalked but she could never pinpoint the source.

Until it stared her down right in the face. The face that haunted her every dream. A face that was left behind years ago. A face, identical to hers.

“Autumn!?” Amy shrieked in disbelief.

“It’s good to see you sis.” Autumn replied jumping Amy while she was shocked. Wrapping a bag over her head and dragging her down an alley.

Amy had just got off in the early morning, the sun had started to wake but not a sole was stirring, no one to hear her cry or beg for help. Not even the almighty Kamilah.

All Amy could do was feel herself being drug down an alley, the concrete leaving its marks on her back as she kicked against the firm grip of her sister Autumn. All she could hear was a cold, rusty steel door open, and the force of a boot being firmly pressed into her stomach as she was kicked down an old set of stairs before abruptly stopping at the bottom.

“Amy, Amy, my big sister.” Autumn teased as she slowly walked down the stairs. Each cracking board made Amy shake in fear.

“You never change do you? Always a pathetic gold digging whore!” Autumn angrily yelled as she kicked and stomped the body of her older sister, her cry for help fueling her on more.

Autumn stopped her kicking before she killed her sister, figuring she could be useful alive rather than dead, so she drug her body and chained her to a chair.

“How did you get out?” Amy weakly spoke.

“Everything has a weakness stupid. But believe it or not, I was a good girl long enough to be released.”

“What about mom and dad? You won’t get away with this.”

“Yes. Well I thought about that. Don’t go calling and expecting a Merry Christmas. You’ll have to visit the cemetery for that.” Autumn spoke without hesitation.

Amy just sat and cried. Her sister was pure evil and was capable of anything. Beautiful on the outside and legally insane on the inside. She suffered from schizophrenia and had to be locked away in a mental facility to save herself and her family. Now that she was free and openly committing murder, no one was safe.

“What are you going to do with me?” Amy sobbed fearing the worst.

“Nothing for now. But I think I will go visit that pretty girlfriend of yours. Live the life YOU STOLE FROM ME!” Autumn hissed kicking Amy a few more times then stripped Amy naked and dressed in her clothes before making her way to Ahmanet Financial. All Amy could do was pray and cry, sitting exposed to the world naked. New York was screwed and poor Kamilah had no idea what hell was coming.

Autumn walked into the penthouse suite and was floored by the decor, it was extravagant. The suite was huge and overlooked the city that was stirring to life. She stood in awe peering out the window as she watched the sunrise. Something she hasn’t got to see properly in over a decade.

“AMY close the curtains!” Kamilah said ducking behind a column. “Babe you know better than to do that when I’m home.”

Autumn was puzzled but did as told. Even for her, Kamilah’s demand was strange but that thought left her mind when this goddess of a woman stepped out from behind the column.

“Well? Aren’t I going to get my greeting kiss?” Kamilah asked growing impatient.

“Oh right!” Autumn jumped and stepped up to greet Kamilah with a lackluster kiss.

“Are you alright dear? You seem...off.” Kamilah questioned concerned.

“Ummm. No I don’t feel good. I think I need to rest.” Autumn quickly lied seeming to make Kamilah believe her.

“Well then lucky for you, I was just heading to the bedroom.” Kamilah extended her hand which Autumn took and followed the woman to the bedroom enjoying the view as she went.

“Phase 1 is complete” Autumn grinned as she crawled into bed with Kamilah who basically laid on top of her to sleep. Autumn closed her eyes thinking about her future and all the possibilities....

“Amy! Wake up.” Kamilah nudged her lover, “You’re gonna be late for work.”

“Mmhm. Work???” Autumn moaned.

“Yes love. Adrian is going to need you sharp for the meeting tonight.” Kamilah replied back laying Amy’s clothes out on the bed.

“Tonight? What time is it?” Autumn set up and rubbed her eyes.

“5:30pm. Now hurry or else you will be late.” With that Kamilah kissed her deeply and went back to her office to prepare for the meeting.

“Whyyyyy does Amy have to work nights...who are these sick people.” Autumn sighed trying to gather her thoughts about Amy and her life. She had been stalking the girl for 2 weeks for this exact moment so she would be prepared.

Autumn finally made it to work and was greeted by Adrian who quickly handed her a file to type out and another folder to memorize for the meeting that she would sit in on a make notes.

Although she had been stalking Amy, it didn’t prepare her for the actual work part she had to do so she oddly accepted the items from Adrian and went to a desk, the wrong desk Adrian pointed out and when she got to the correct one, she was tasked with issue of starting the computer up and typing the required information in.

Adrian began to worry about Amy who was acting different. The bubbly high spirited personality that was Amy was quiet and paranoid looking. She look troubled but Adrian had things to do so he left her to it and met her at the meeting.

If Autumn thought she knew what went on before this conference, she was is in for a cruel awakening. Here, standing before her was Kamilah defending her opinion against a gorgeous woman named Priya and a hairy dude named Lester. Even Adrian was aiding with them. Mad Kamilah was starting to scare Autumn, she started to grow ill with the others and “are those fangs?” She asked herself before Priya went flying through the room and the fight was on.

“Vampires!? They are real!” Autumn whispered while watching Kamilah and Priya fight. She took it as her cue to leave so she could plot out her next move. If Amy had Kamilah eating out of her palms, and now that Autumn knows Kamilah’s true powers, perhaps maybe she could control vampire Kamilah too? Her plan was coming together better than expected.

#playchoices #kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #bloodbound 2 #kamilah sayeed fanfiction #bloodbound #priya lacroix

[nlovendwar]

( dacre montgomery, 32, male, he/him ) speaking of the bardet crime family, there goes antonello lucchese. i’ve heard that the heterosexual scorpio works underground as an advisor, but that’s all stuff of rumors. however, the fact that they’re notoriously diligent and imaginative as well as impulsive and perverted doesn’t bode well for their rep. sharpened cutlery sliding between perfectly white teeth, the stench of pomade and tom ford, billowing smoke from a peach flavored cigar. ( bobby, 23, cst, they/them )

**tw: **implied attempted murder, child abuse, abandonment; mental illness & torture mention

First name: Antonello

Middle name(s): Giuseppe 

Surname: Lucchese

Age: Thirty-two

Date of birth: November 19th

Sexuality: Straight (?)

Relationship status: Divorced

Nationality: Italian American

| TRAITS OF VOICE |

Languages known: English, Italian, French, German

Style of speaking: Politically Incorrect

| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE |

Height: 5'11

Weight: 191 lbs

Eye color: Light blue

Hair color: Dark brown

Hairstyle: Typically short, feathered/layered

Distinguishing features: Physique/smile

Build of body: Muscular/stout

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Earlobe

Typical clothing: Business casual, button-downs/linen pants and vintage suits

Is seen by others as: Loud, intimidating, confrontational

| PERSONALITY |

Aesthetic: “ Did you guys come by? “

Likes: Winning, music, Friedrich Nietzsche, indulgence, working out, and reading

Dislikes: Birds, uncertainty, anything grape flavored, waiting, swimming in open water/the ocean

Education: High school degree

Fears: Heights, dying alone

Personal goals: To accept/love himself, to bring honor back to his family name

General attitude: Quiet, reserved, snarky

Religious values: Raised Roman Catholic but considers himself agnostic and a vitalist

General intelligence: Somewhat above average

General sociability: Average to below average

| HEALTH |

Illnesses (if any): Traumatized, most likely very depressed, bat shit crazy and probably a bit of a sociopath, but refuses to see a Dr./Therapist

Allergies (if any): Cats, amoxicillin/penicillin

Sleeping habits: Sleeps 3-4 hours normally, gets up early and stays up late, is sometimes up for days

Energy level: Moderate, to low

Eating habits: Eats more than three times a day, mostly pasta, bread, and sweets

Memory: Fair and remembers faces well but tends to repress quite a bit from his life/childhood, under certain circumstances it is poor

Any unhealthy habits: Overspending, binge eating, smoking, not getting enough rest, binge drinking, uses recreational drugs daily

| HISTORY |

Birth country: United States

Hometown: Crown Heights, Brooklyn

History of family: He doesn’t remember much from his childhood other than he never really had a mother and father, but figures he might have gotten luckier not having them around. Apparently, his mother worked numerous jobs to keep a roof over their heads for years, dealing with the constant absence of his father until it became too much to deal with. Then, at just the fragile age of three and four years old, Amy and Antonello Lucchese were carted off to Crown Heights, New York to permanently stay with a mixed family of uncles, cousins, and loving grandparents. Almost all the surviving members of the Lucchese crime family in a three-bedroom apartment. 

Most of their wives had passed away or left them by the time they'd arrived, so it was a lot like growing up in a dingy old bar but, both children grew up and learned quickly, from their mistakes. Learned to use them to their advantage, but every once in a while there would be unnecessary punishments, overdramatic arguments, dinners missed and uneasy, awkward mornings, but. It was more than what anyone else could have given them, so they were grateful nonetheless.

Everything changed drastically for Antonello when he entered the fifth grade. Things became easier to deal with at home, but not exactly in the way anyone had expected. Especially not his grandmother. He’d always clung to her for guidance, support, and love but the moment the family exposed the young heart to their lifestyle, he broke away and heedlessly dove in. 

But as the years passed, most relatives and himself included, were absolutely convinced that he was made for it, and it was made for him. It was in his blood after all, but a large number of them also knew it marked the end of his innocence, and the beginning of ruthless trek towards a twisted, egotistical version of manhood and success.

In the span of six years, he’d become the youngest in the family to rise through the ranks in a proud, composed fashion and landed a spot right beneath his grandfather. He was creative, intelligent and respectful in a way that the elders of the Italian mob began to appreciate more than the efforts of his own immediate family, so soon after Anton realized the long list of dead or incarcerated relatives were mostly rats, scumbags, and hypocrites, coincidentally, he was asked to leave.

Then while out at the local bowling alley, his cousins spotted one of his better friends groping his girlfriend. He didn’t even make it twenty-four hours after his grandmother had broken the news of the heartless eviction, and the younger boy spent almost two weeks in the hospital. Luckily, her grandson wasn’t around long enough to suffer any harsh consequences, or god forbid a life sentence. But one punishment that should have been totally unrelated, would slowly begin to ruin his life.

Out of pure fear of her older brother and grandparents, Amy decided to finish her high school career at home and cut all ties with him. Shortly after the devastating blow, a family friend was contacted and found a job and apartment available in Amiens, Louisiana.

Present: Antonello has worked for the Bardet family for fifteen years and was promoted to an advisory position in 2015. He’s recently divorced, lives alone and prefers a conventional lifestyle even though he loves what he does. 

| RELATIONSHIPS |

Parents: Bill & Teresa Lucchese

Siblings: Amy Lucchese

Enemies: Tbd

Children: None (that he knows of)

Friends: Moved around too much as a child to have a stable set of friends, tbd

Best friend(s): Tbd

Important friends/relatives: Tbd

Love interest (if there is one): Tbd

| COMBAT |

Peaceful or violent: Unpredictable

Weapon (if applicable): Gun, golf club, curling iron, hands

| OTHERS |

Occupation: Advisor

Favorite types of food: Anything you put in front of him

Favorite types of drink: Water, wine and Ski soda

Hobbies/past times: Running, swimming, cooking, fencing, journaling, marksmanship, knife throwing, reading, avid glass collector and tobacco aficionado

Guilty pleasures: An old soul, loves red wine, Telenovelas, listening to Nina Simone, drag queens, and torture

Quirks: Has a really loud sneeze and goes into sneeze fits, likes to go on midnight shopping trips, gets too emotionally attached to people that shouldn’t matter, always carries a tiny notebook with him, has to move things around in a certain pattern before going to sleep, bruises super easily, writes and eats with his left hand but is right hand dominant, likes to memorize numbers instead of saving contacts in his phone, gets homesick very easily, brushes his teeth five times a day, likes to stay off social media, makes lists of random things, gets his heart broken too often, only writes in cursive, holds grudges like no other, and has the attitude and approach of a working-class sixty-year-old man that’s slowly losing his shit

Pet peeves: Being ignored, interrupted, knuckle cracking, people eating with their mouths open

Pets: A rottweiler named Jinn 

Talents: Can play piano, coronet, drums, braid hair and relocate an entire family in less than 48 hours

Favorite colors: Black, earth and neutral tones

Favorite types of music: Classical/jazz/r&b

Strengths: Efficient, observant, protective, loyal, brave, affectionate, poised, fair, chivalrous, playful, honest

Weaknesses: Intolerant, negative, stubborn, short-tempered, impatient, arrogant, dominant, cold, hopeless romantic, aggressive, blunt, reclusive, paranoid

| WCS |

I’m up for anything, from vengeful family members ( either directed at the Bardet family or his, it doesn't matter. ) to crazy ex-girlfriends, a tiny group of faithful, likeminded friends, and whatever else.

#eclatantintro