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[morallyinept]

A full character analysis on EZRA from the film PROSPECT.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to learn more about the character. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO'S CHARACTERS ANALYSED

FULL CHARACTER STUDY:

Basic Details:

Full Name: Ezra (surname never disclosed)

Nickname(s): None mentioned

Appears in: Prospect, 2018 (voice heard at approx. 22:15, first appearance on screen seen at approx. 23:04)

Age (if known): Unconfirmed in film, however original Prospect script states Ezra to be 45 years old.

Sexuality: Unknown/not confirmed officially in the film. "Opportunistic" as answered later by director Zeek Earl (see bottom of post)

Nationality: Not confirmed. Suspected American - Southern, possibly Louisianian or Texan

Family: Mention of a brother in the deleted scene, unnamed and unconfirmed if older or younger than Ezra

Spouse/Partner: Unknown/not confirmed

Relationship Status: Unknown/not confirmed

Current Living Status: Alive, as answered later by director Zeek Earl (see bottom of post)

Languages Spoken: English, Sater language

Education: Unknown/not confirmed, although judging by how Ezra speaks, it would be prudent to assume he is educated

Occupation:

Job Role/Title: Aurelac Prospector/Miner

Special Skill(s): Mining, self defense, use of firearms, negotiating

Notable Colleague(s): Number Two, Cee

Distinguishing Features:

Tattoo(s): Bullseye tattoo on left hand between thumb and forefinger (Pedro's own)

Piercings: None

Scar(s): Scar under left eye, origin from falling on his face as a kid, as answered later by director Zeek Earl (see bottom of post)

Other Markings: Missing right arm, freckles on neck

Prominent Feature(s): Blonde patch in hairline on right side, facial scruff, moustache, eventual missing right arm

Injuries: Right arm amputated at the transhumeral (above elbow), due to being shot by Cee and the wound becoming infected with spores. Ezra is later stabbed in the coastal margin area of his sternum, slightly left side from centre, by one of the Mercs

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Brown, with blonde streak on right side front

Personality:

Traits: Smart, ruthless, cunning

Ezra has a thick Southern accent. He is classified as human and although Earth is not mentioned in Prospect, it could be assumed his heritage is either from Earth, or a planet like it in the Fringe, based on his accent. However, it is never confirmed exactly where Ezra is from.

Ezra's speech is presented as flowery and loquacious, often elaborating or using more words than needed in a sentence. His language has been referred to as 'Sesquipedalian,' 'Shakespearean,' or 'archaic' by movie critics/fans.

Ezra is a Prospector stranded on the Green Moon of Bakroma after he lost his ship in a fight with his fellow Prospector crew over Aurelac, and he is looking for any opportunity to leave. "Can’t say I was pleased to find your mare all black and cockways as she was supposed to be my redemption as well." 

Morally grey, Ezra is presented as a dangerous, charming, unpredictable and uncouth man, who won't hesitate to kill for advantage. When Cee tells him he is a murderer, he simply replies "I am, indeed." This is evidenced when he puts Damon out after he's been shot by Number Two (although, one could argue he did it to stop Damon from suffering), and when he kills the Mercs.

Despite losing his arm, Ezra still maintains his physical strength. He can shoot one-armed with a precision shot, and also manages to subdue the Mercs despite his missing limb.

Ezra's character cycles through the typical 'redemption arc' as he starts out as a would-be villain, and transitions into a character with heroic qualities, such as ensuring Cee's safety and protection, at a detriment to his own.

Fashion/Outfits:

Outfit 1 - (Most scenes with Ezra) Brown/olive green nuke suit, equipped with helmet and breathing apparatus, leather look gloves, black army style boots, black utility belt, backpack, audio headset and mic.

Outfit 2 - (Amputation scene) Black long-sleeved sweatshirt, grey/cream wide leg soft pants, black socks and appears to wearing some kind of black slip-on slippers, or soft backless plimsolls.

Accessories: Headset mic, gloves, utility belt, filter, breathing tubes, backpack (later traded for a smaller pack), bolt pistol, case of Aurelac, Bitz Bars, Slurry packs. Ezra's tent is equipped with bunks and Aurelac mining paraphernalia.

Weapons Used:

Weapon(s): (Exact weapons pictured below)

Ezra has his own Bolt Pistol.

He also uses a Raylon Crusader Laser Scalpel to kill two Mercs. He uses it to slash the Achilles Heel of the first Merc, and then to stab the throat of the other.

Ezra also uses a Thrower to shoot one of the Mercs.

Modes of Transport:

Vehicle(s):

Ezra previously had a ship known as a Testing Screamer.

Ezra is a passenger in the Merc's ship when he and Cee leave the moon at the end of the film.

Dialogue:

🗨 See Ezra's full dialogue from the film, including deleted scenes.

Further Character Links (if any):

Check out my Writing For Ezra Guide, Ezra Deleted Scene, Prospect Behind The Scenes, Your Guide To Prospecting On The Green Moon, Prospect Trivia

3D Print your own replica of Ezra's pistol

Director & creator Zeek Earl did a couple of Q&A's on Reddit a few years back around the initial release of the film and it being aired on Netflix. Here are few answers he gave in regards to Ezra specific questions he was asked:

Reddit Q&A with Zeek Earl & Chris Caldwell - Initial Release

Reddit Q&A with Zeek Earl - Netflix Release

Ezra's initial entrance and description, with his age confirmed as 45, in the original Prospect script:

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO'S CHARACTERS ANALYSED

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[ruthlesslistener]

Hi hello I have been very obsessed about your concept of territorial gods lately. How far must two (or more) gods' domains/territories overlap in order to actively cause conflict, or at least activate their territorial tendencies?

Heyo, glad to hear that you're stuck with the same brainrot that I gave myself!! The answer here is a mix of two things: personal animosity (ie, Radiance vs Unn), and niche overlap. I tend to take a very biological/ecological role to the gods of Hollow Knight because it's incredibly fun to me, but also because there is a small nugget of merit in the game itself- the major conflict is between two gods of Light, with a minor background turf war happening between Unn and the White Lady, two gods of greenery. In these cases, land = resources such as the density of worshipers, which is important because to an ascended god, receiving tribute is what sustains them and grants them their power + longevity. Essentially, worship = food, so being possessive over the source of your food is what leads to territoriality.

For the Pale King and the Radiance, both gods of Light, whose followers worshiped them as the source of said light, this means that they shared the same religious niche as each other and thus were incapable of coexisting. If a bug prays to the Light, they could mean either the Old Light or the New, so a previously-steady source of worship turned to something more capricious, even though they differ slightly (PK is the moon, Radi is the sun). Neither can or want to share. That's why PK converted the moths to worshiping him even though the territory he physically claimed was below the Radiance's and the people that he came to primarily rule over were the beetle tribe, rather than the moths- he needed to eliminate his competition by weakening her source of power. The ceding of Crystal Peak to Hallownest was something that happened incidentally, but was necessary to fully remove the Radiance from her seat of power and thus eliminate her as competition.

(That's also why I don't believe that the diminished Moth Tribe we see in-game is because of him- that would have been shooting himself in the foot. If worship is what sustains a god, then why willingly destroy your livestock? Radiance seems to have done it out of spite, but that's because the Radiance herself is a very spiteful individual, whereas the Pale King was cold and calculating.)

For Unn and the White Lady, I see it more as a primary vs secondary succession takeover, a ceding of old territory to a new, more powerful god (albeit unwillingly). Both are gods of greenery, but Unn is old and fading, and the White Lady is...well, not exactly new and spry, but she certainly doesn't seem diminished, not by anything other than her grief. They are both nature gods, but there's a slight bit more difference between their realms in that Unn is a god of moss (nonvascular plants) whereas WL is known by the Root, aka vascular plants. That's kind of why I see the White Lady encroaching onto Greenpath as a secondary succession sort of deal- in my headcanon for Hallownest, the first god was the original Shade Lord (or the Void itself, rather), and the caverns themselves were full of the Void Sea. Then, over time, the Sea slowly receded to the Abyss- helped in part by the arrival of the Radiance- and left bare rock caverns behind. Unn took advantage of this bare space to create the Mosskin and start converting the bare rock to verdant greenery via her moss (much like how mosses and lichens irl colonize and break down bare rock for minerals), and then the accumulation of sediment from her centuries as a god allowed for WL and her rooted plants to take hold and start colonizing the space in turn.

As for the Radiance and the Shade Lord- that came about partially because they are fundamental opposites, and partially because the Radiance herself is a very offense-heavy person by nature, as we see from her relentless attacks and willingness to throw hands (lasers?) in-game. Rather than squabbling over resources with another god, like she did with PK, the Void was a threat, a predator of sorts, so she had it and its followers eliminated. Crystal Peaks is as far from the Abyss as physically possible, and the moths seem to have stuck to the surface or near-surface of the caverns, but the mere prescence of the Void itself was enough to threaten her, so burned it away and slaughtered any and all who refused to either swear fealty to her, or continued to worship it. That's why there's so few traces of the Void civilization left, and why the Snail Shamans (who have a connection to void magic) are mostly hidden away, and why the place you can get the Abyss Shriek is full of their carvings + the dreamnail dialogue Our voices will cry out again. She saw a predator near her nest, and so she preemptively destroyed it. Justified, I suppose, but uh, not to that extent.)

(PK clearly didn't have the exact same reservations as the Radiance did, but then again, Soul is not the antithesis to Void the way that Essence seems to be- probably bc of the moon metaphor going on with him vs the Sun vs the Night one that Radi and the vessels have. He can work with the Void, even if its dangerous to him. Though I shall also make the case for him having a scientific curiosity for it which affected how he interacted with it.)

All of these reasons are also why PK and WL can coexist peacefully too- PK is a God of Light and Mind, WL is a God of Root and Life. Their aspects and realms of worship don't conflict with each other- they coexist. So a mutualistic relationship is not only possible, it's beneficial, and that indeed seems to be why they thrived so well pre-fall. It's also why Hallownest (as in, the Hallownest that the Beetle Tribe claimed) was also so big- because those were the territories of two gods merged and working in tandem, rather than guard what they had alone. It's also why other Higher Beings could exist next to PK with relatively little conflict, since he had no interest in their worshipers and they wanted nothing to do with his- though WL ofc had some contesting with Unn.

I will say that in my hcs as well, unascended wyrms are the exception to all of this- they are incredibly territorial because their massive ever-growing bodies are nutrient sinks on both the mortal and spiritual plane. That's why they're incredibly violent interritory altercations, despite the rule of thumb for pretty much all living things being a conflict-avoidance policy if possible: territory wars and/or mating events can also double as a massive food source if they can kill the other god, so fights often rapidly escalate to the death with them because if they can't win a territory, then hey, might as well raid the coop while at it. This isn't something of 100% certainty because if a fight turns bad for them then they WILL disengage to conserve energy (and they usually do their damned best to avoid other wyrms in general), but that isn't something you want to risk. I hc that PK arriving to Hallownest raised a whole bunch of alarm bells in the residant gods up until he killed himself to be reborn anew, which was such an un-wyrmly move that it settled everyone's hackles back down again (bar for Radi, but she never would have been able to coexist with him anyways). And then PK giving up his wyrm form meant that he didn't need to eat practically at all on top of the energy gains he got from worship, so that saved everyone a lot of trouble too.

#demoncatapologist #reply #hollow knight #hollow knight headcanons #for the most part higher beings try to avoid each other #unfortuatly hallownest is rife with good pickings

[2broschlininahotub]

Meet the ghoti

The word Ghoti is pronounced fish from a letter between two authors making fun of how the English language is weird. It is derived from the "gh" in "tough" (pronounced as an "f" sound), the "o" in "women" (pronounced as an "i" sound), and the "ti" in "nation" (pronounced as a "sh" sound). The names of them are Anagrams of words that mean fish or that are associated with fish. Design wise they are all based on sea creatures with space like patterns of them. Fan theory (The reason why they are combined with space could be this. Space is an sea of stars while a galaxy could be an ocean of stars. What Celestial body is connected to space the moon. The moon controls the tides. ). In lore reason, the ghoti were made under a full moon with Bubble's ability. These creatures were made cause Bubble felt homesick. They are species that actually exist in space in the yugioh world just they are much bigger than the ones that bubble made. They are identical copies of them. I won't give you personalities on them cause they act like animals but I will give you what their habits are in Teyvat. The ghoti can live without oxygen and they have very flexible bones or no bones at all.

Meet paces

Paces is an anagram for Space or Pesca, Portuguese/ Spanish for fishing. Paces are considered very shy and are known to escape by shooting ink that produces a hallucinogenic effect on contact. They are currently in Enkonamiya they walk like a sponge being scrubbed onto the floor. They reproduce by chopping of a specific tentacle to reproduce. There is always a limit on how many are there which is twenty adults but there is no limit on the eggs. Their diet is mainly dirt, particles, sand or any minerals it could get in contact with which changes the color and effect. Their tentacles if eaten can produce hallucinations if not prepared properly. If cooked right, the person who eats it feels like they had just brushed their teeth. They will migrate to nearby waters were dust and sand are found. They migrate themselves near the shores of Liyue and clean the dust and particles of the bottom part of liyue harbor and the bottom of boats. Paces is considered a sentient sponge for the mermaids. They also give gifts in the form of dropping from those who feed them. They will give them a gift of a gemstone based on what they feed. For example Iron would led to a gemstone based from Iron like Peridot, Nephrite and Phosphophyllite. If the person were to be not be nice to them, they will promptly stand on your head and spray your face with ink and projectile shot radioactive droppings on their face. They are known to walk up the shores and Rocky cliffs in teyvat and start to vibrate when a full moon and stars are seen in the sky. They stop when it turns to dawn but leave droppings of pearls, aquamarine, sapphires, Lapis gems as a sorry for disturbing the area that part of them was made when Bubble left as a parting gift for sorry for staying in the area.

Meet Shif

Shift is an anagram of fish. Shif is based on a sea angel. Shif can live in cold waters and thrive in them. They glow in the water and are hermaphrodites which means they self replicate. Shif is known to migrate to cold waters. The phenomenon is called the angel's travel. Enkonamiya is suitable living conditions for their eggs. Shif known to feed of the abyssal energy by absorbing them like a slime. They are passive and non agreesive. They are inedible cause when they die they instantly shrivel and there is always a set amount of them being twenty.

Meet Zep

Zep is an anagram of Pez ( Spanish for fish). Pez is based on a lion fish. Zep is poisonous that a contact with one of its fins could cause you to instantly be brain dead for a 30 seconds. They are known to hunt prey by ramming themselves into their prey then eating them. There is a total of fifteen of them at a time. They also fight of any of the abyssal creatures that come out of abyssal energy. They creatures are a predator of rift hounds. Their poison can be turned as a antivenom and the poison is so toxic it can be used to heal people because the venom will kill other venoms and diseases. The side effect of doing this would if a merperson would have this their upper layer of scales will have red hue which causes some of them to turn a mixture of their scale color with red. If the merperson was of the lionfish variety they would have the ability to change their color to any shade or mixture of red. If a human were to use the antivenom, they would glow neon red for an entire day.

Meet Ixeep

Ixeep is an anagram of (Peixe is Portuguese for fish) . Ixeep is based of a guppy. Ixeep is a filter feeder using its fins and mouth to eat. These fish are known to have exoskeleton that small fish hide in their from predators. Ixeep have the ability to shoot out small balls that can instantly decay most biological organisms. The balls instantly decay in ten seconds. The fins open and close when in filtering mode or not. These fish are commonly found near the oceons of natlan. There are only ten of these creatures.

Meet Eanoc

Eanoc is an anagram of Ocean. It is based on a ray. Its form of eating is that it would latch it self onto the preys face or chest. Eanoc would then use its spikes to latch on the prey. It would the uee its tail which acts as a sort of tounge to suck the liquids out of the prey. This is not even the worst part. It is known to leap from the water then latch onto them using its spikes during the day. If it is at night, these creatures also can fly during a start night with a full moon. They are known to target abyss mages, rift hounds, Eanoc are known to team up fighting rift hounds. Eanoc would force a rift hounds into water and zep could stun them, and the creatures would eat the rift hound alive. These creatures can potentially can kill an abyss Lector or herald if Eonac can ambush them and rip the cores open. There are currently only five that can be alive outside as eggs at a time. These creatures are found near tropical waters like the golden apple archipelago and near Sumeru and Natlan. If you want a short

Meet Snopios

Snopios is an anagram of Poisson French for fish. Snopios has a limit of five that can be alive at a time. Snopios can regrow a tentacle like a normal octopus but it still has a nerve link to the cut of tentacle when it is not cooked. Snopios can use its smaller tentacles closer to its mouth to act as a tapeworm and go directly from an open orphace and mind control them by making a neural link which makes the target to jump into the ocean which it can then eat. These creatures can reader your mind to an extend. It cannot understand words but can understand intentions. If you say you want to give them food, they cannot understand what you said but they will understand that you are giving them food so they will approach you.

These creatures have guardians. The guardians can grant worthy people materials to make weapons. The weapon has an ability that is unique to each weapon.

Meet Arionpos

Anagram-Opsarion(Koine Greek for fish)

Animal-Moray Eel

Guardian of Ixeep and Zep.

Length- long enough area of Watatsumi Island

Arionpos has electro immunity and the ability to use. It has the ability to use it's own bones as clamp onto an opponents body either suffocating them or snapping themselves onto the opponent. It is bioluminescent and glows in the dark. It has fangs that would produce a coagulant. This forces the bitten prey to start having a heart attack or stroke. This creature is found circling watatsumi Island. Arionpos will give its fang to a worthy person who can beat it in battle or the person must show a bond that is stronger life. This translates to as a show of bond that is strong that you are willing to sacrifice your self to protect someone else. ( Characters who fit are Childe and Ayato with their willingness to sacrifice himself to protect his family. Ganyu and Xiao for their Loyalty to Rex Lapis.) This creature is found circling the isles of inazuma but can be found in Sumeru and Natlan as that go near as a way of heating themselves when they are cold.

The weapons are called this for non catalyst weapons are called, The tide guardian sword, bow, Lance, Slasher(claymore). The catalyst is a tome called Tale of the sea princess. The tale can be sung opera style and it is about the story of the first queen of the Marincess.

The Arionpos weapons have the ability to convert elemental mastery into energy recharge and vice versa. This is the effect. 30%of the user's energy recharge is turned into Elemental Mastery excluding the second effect of this weapon. The second effect is to turn 25% of the units total Elemental Mastery excluding the first effect of this weapon into energy recharge. (The weapon does not lower the elemental mastery or energy recharge of enemy of the user instead it is added as a buff)

The tome can mark an opponent if the user applies the wet status on the opponent. If the user were to attack with the marked opponent, it would pop dealing 30% of your elemental mastery.

The Lance can apply a mark when the opponent is inflicted with the wet status which lowers an opponents hydro resistance by 20% when attacked the cap is 60%

The Sword has a mark that when the user applies wet status increases this users hydro damage by 20% per attack cap% 50

The Claymore applies a mark that lowers the opponent's defense by 15% per attack and the cap is 50%

The Bow has the ability to Apply a mark which increase crit damage when the unit hits the opponent with a charge shot by 30% of the total crit damage and increases critical rate of the user which is 10% when attacking with a cap of 30%.

Meet Guoglim

Guoglim- Mulgogi is Korean for fish

Animal-Giant Squid

Guardian of Snopios and Paces.

Guoglim has the ability that I can describe as the penant stare of ghost rider and looking into an eldritch good. It has a trial were you have to befriend all the paces and Snopios. It knows cause it has a mental link with all of them. This creature will then test you by battle or It will test you by lifting you to it's front mouth and It will force you to see its mouth. If you come out alive and not brain dead, you pass the trial. The requirement to pass this test is to show the will for your dreams or to survive. Someone like childe will succeed this test. This creature has occasional cat fights with Osial and Beisht. Guoglim can fight Osial or Beisht alone and win.

The piece it gives you is it's spine.

The Guoglim weapons are called the sea conqueror weapons and the catalyst is called the call of the abyss king. The abyss kings were once a patriarchal monarchy that existed in the ocean's but now it was given as the title of the male heirs like neptabyss. The book contains the rally used to rally soldiers and give them the will to live on. The names of the weapons except catalyst goes, Sea conqueror's Blade, Club, Trident, Longbow

All the Guoglim weapons have this line of text. The user gain a buff that is 20% of the user's total crit damage into crit rate. The ability to add 50% of the user's total crit as crit damage.

The catalyst has the ability to grant 20% crit rate when your Hp is less than 50% and each time you attack an enemy with the wet status gain conqueror's wrath a buff that increase crit damage by 10% caps at 50 percent. When you activate your elemental burst use all conqueror's wrath stacks and hit your opponent with the damage you dealt times the amount of crit damage you have in total including the conqueror's wrath stacks.

The Bow has the ability to turn your all your attacks to be treated as charged shots and when attacking an enemy with the wet status everytime you crit gain conqueror's fury and gain 10% crit damage and it caps at 50% crit damage. If you activate an elemental burst or use a charged shot use all stacks of conqueror's fury and repeat the damage of the elemental burst or charge shot as physical damage if you used an elemental reaction.

The Lance turns all damage including damage taken by shields and multiplies it with your attack.

The Sword turns 50% of this users attack into crit damage.

The Claymore grant's conqueror's cry. The effect is that it grants an ally less than 25% Hp to deal 50% more damage when they crit and they can survive a single hit.

Meet Askaan

Anagram-Sakana fish in Japanese

Animal- Flying fish

Guardian Shif and Eanoc

Askaan is the most passive out of the guardians. The protector of Shif. To earn it's blessing. A shif has to willing give you an item and Askaan will test you by looking into your heart and playing it like a melody. If the shif like it they will dance. If not, laser beam to the face from the horns. The way to pass is to have a character that shows The ability to be bright in the darkest of times. The ability to persevere thru dark times and into the light. Some one like Barbra would fit the category.

All Askaan Weapons have this effect in game, the ability to turn Hp into Elemental Mastery. They grant a buff to the wield that adds 30% of the total user's Hp except the buff by the second effect into Elemental Mastery. The second buff adds 50% of the user's Elemental Mastery into Hp.

The weapons are called the tide caller spear, Ocean's wave(claymore) , Sea angels dance( sword), Sea's Surge( Bow) and Deep sea Magnum opus(catalyst). The deep sea Magnum Opus is a book of music sheets that contain every song of a siren that sang in the deep sea opera.

The Sword and Catalyst summon tiny shif that Heal every 5 seconds based on 30% of the user's total Hp and grant a one hp revive every 10 min that stack up to three(catalyst) or a shield that turns the damage you receive as healing(sword).

The rest of the weapons spawn a tiny Eanoc that does damage when the user attacks. The bow grants life steal and healing is based on your 10% of your elemental mastery everytime you do an elemental reaction. The Claymore grants an ability to summon tiny Eanoc that latch onto different opponents and everytime you attack by 10% of damage dealt onto the opponent. The Spear has tiny Eanoc that spawn up to three everytime you do a basic attack and when you use your elemental burst or skill the three Eanoc charge at the opponent and deal the 20% of damage dealt and heal the user based on the opponents Hp.

Too craft these weapons, go too the deep sea primadonna and repetituer. They can unlock the catalyst weapons while the rest of the weapons go to deep sea artisan to make the weapons. To unlock them you need to do a favor for the creator fragments of Watatsumi Island or Bubble and Aqua.

Should I give each creator per nation have a weapon of their type. For example the rikka give a Frost catalyst and the infernoble's create a sword or claymore with fire magic.

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[whiskeysmulti]

𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

spice : cinnamon weather event/natural disaster : hurricane or tornado color : red magical power : pyrokenisis shoe : combat boots plant : cactus (endurance) or zinnia (loyalty) animal : leopard weapon : dynamite subject/major : maths gemstone/mineral : garnet or sapphire makeup product : lip balm candy : pocky fear : loneliness sport (traditional or extreme) : billiards/pool shooting method of long–distance travel : flight hour : midnight wood : mahogany mythological creature : ogopogo/ loch ness/ sea monsters three emojis : 🔥🖕💣 moon phase : full moon tagged: snatched from the dash

tagging: steal it

#whiskey speaks; ooc #meta; hayato

[halfmoonbayroleplay]

April showers have brought May flowers! 

 May is an exciting time in Half Moon Bay. The hiking trails of quarry parks are lush and green, the wine menu at Napa Vineyards features new spring flavors, the bluffs at Montara state beach are covered in florals, and the farms in San Mateo County are open for visitors. Whether you’re looking for berries, apples, or freshly picked flowers, there is something for any interest among the farmlands. Spring is in full bloom, and so is Half Moon Bay! All year long, there is plenty to be enjoyed but spring signals the time for the bloom of Half Moon Bays greatest contribution, agriculture!

May Calendar found under the read more!

All month enjoy fresh batches of spring florals at Alena Jean’s florist and nursery.

All month take part in the indie bookstore hop! From San Francisco to Half Moon Bay, you will find a list of indie bookstores participating in the “book hop” Visit each one (stamps provided at each location). You’ll receive 20% off at Coastal Books and a VIP invite to the first annual Half Moon Bay bookish ball to be held in the Fall!

All month come out to the annual state fair that runs from May-August attendees can enjoy fair rides, including wooden rollercoasters and a Ferris wheel, carnival shows such as trapeze and magic acts, a fortune teller, and all the fair food you could want. Featuring, for the first time this year, professional mermaid performances!

Every weekend all May - Summer's end - You pick berries and flowers at Blue House farm.

Every weekend enjoys a trip to the Bay Farmers Market, where produce, homemade treats, and local art is found all around.

May 1st, Mayday! Enjoy vibrant spring festivities all over downtown, including a parade featuring the Miss Spring Siren pageant contestants. End the day with a Spring-themed bar hop starting at Cameron’s pub, where there will be a beautiful Maypole, and ending at The Tipsy Whale, where the girls dance on the bar!

May 5th, come out to Napa Vineyards for wine-tasting and wine-making demonstrations.

May 6th, enjoy the sounds of the Coastside community orchestra with the Spring concert and Gale celebrating their 40th Anniversary with favorites by Offenbach, Mozart, Schubert, Copland, and more.

May 13th - 14th  Join us for Half Moon Bay’s wine and Jazz festival located at 500 main street downtown!

May 14th, pamper the moms in your life or yourself at Little dipper day spa with spring specials on facials, massages, and mineral pools!

May 19th - 21st Join Shooting Star Ranch opens for camping season by hosting a luxurious camping retreat kicking off with their annual Spring ball, where guests are wined, dined, and pampered before being taken out into the middle of the ranch for a night under the star camping followed by a sunrise trail ride to kick off the camping season.

May 26th It’s the Opening night at The Crescent Theatre for a MidSummers Dream going from May 26th until closing night on Saturday, June 24th.

May 27th - 28th, travel forty-five minutes to San Francisco for their annual Carnaval! Carnaval San Francisco has been held every year since 1978. The carnival that turns the streets of Mission District into one big stage promises its visitors an experience of Latin America's unique culture and tradition.

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#hmbevent2 #hmbmayflowers

[xasha777]

In a world where the hue of one's attire and the richness of their adornments dictated the hierarchy of power, there existed a place unlike any other—the Kingdom of Chromatia. This was a land where the brilliance of color was both currency and creed, and at its heart sat the Glowing Throne, ruled by the alabaster-skinned, flame-garbed Queen Vespertine.

Queen Vespertine was no ordinary ruler. Her skin was as pale as the moons of Thessaly IV, and her hair as white as the comets that graced the night sky. Her eyes, a piercing cerulean, mirrored the depth of Chromatia’s fabled Azure Sea. She was the last of the Solar Lineage, born during a cosmic event when a star fell into the ocean, its fiery heart forging the first of the Flame Jewels that now adorned her regal form.

The story unfolds as Queen Vespertine, draped in her traditional garb of solar orange—a hue so vibrant it seemed to pulse with the very life of a star—stood before her council. She wore the Flower of Rigel, a living bloom that thrived in the vacuum of space, upon her head. Her neck and arms were bedecked with baubles and beads made of condensed stardust, each piece telling a tale of her ancestors' journeys through the galaxy.

But all was not well in Chromatia. The colors were dimming. A specter of monochrome bleakness threatened the vibrancy of their world, creeping across the fabric of reality like a shade drawn slowly across a pane of glass. It was said that the pallid shadow was the work of the Void King, a mythical usurper from the dark recesses of the universe where no light dared to venture.

In her luminescent chambers, Queen Vespertine received an envoy from the Fringe Planets—mysterious visitors robed in fabric that absorbed light, rendering their figures almost invisible. They brought with them a prophecy that told of a union, one that would bring balance to the light and dark, the chromatic and the void.

To combat the encroaching dullness, Vespertine was to seek the counsel of the Color Conclave, a nebulous gathering of beings who could manipulate the spectrum in ways no Chromatian could fathom. But to reach them, she would have to undertake a journey across the starways, through asteroid fields of shimmering minerals and past nebulae that painted the void with ethereal brushstrokes.

The Queen embarked on her star yacht, the Iridescent, her flame-like dress trailing behind her like the tail of a shooting star. Accompanied by her loyal Knights of Spectrum, warriors who wielded swords forged from prism glass that refracted light into dazzling arrays, Vespertine journeyed toward the edge of her known universe.

As they approached the meeting place of the Conclave, the cosmos seemed to sing with chromatic harmony, welcoming their solar queen. The beings of the Conclave emerged from the cosmic canvas, their forms ever-shifting, colors swirling in patterns that the human eye had never seen.

With their guidance, Vespertine harnessed the full spectrum of light, weaving it into a tapestry of radiant energy. With this newfound power, she returned to Chromatia, her aura now a cascade of hues that danced upon her skin and radiated across her kingdom.

The final battle against the Void King was fought not with swords, but with splendor. Queen Vespertine stood upon the highest tower of her palace, a beacon of brilliance against the dark. She released the spectrum she had woven, and it spread like dawn across the land, repelling the void and restoring the colors to their former glory.

In the aftermath of victory, the Queen's attire was no longer just a symbol of her station, but a testament to the unity of light and dark. Under her reign, Chromatia flourished in a renaissance of color, each citizen a vibrant thread in the fabric of their society.

And so the tale of Queen Vespertine passed into legend, a story of a ruler whose light conquered darkness, whose royalty transcended the throne, and whose legacy was written in the very spectrum of her world.

[angelwingartfarm]

Every twenty-eight days or so, an event occurs high in the sky. Not only is the Moon at full strength, but look closely, and you will see that the star miners are hard at work. These star miners do not work in mines but on the Moon’s surface. As one star miner holds the Moon in place, another is armed with a chisel and hammer. Sporting great physical shape and high endurance, the Star miners chop away pieces of the Moon. As they do, the tiny pieces go floating into the night sky to form more stars. The bigger chips, too heavy to defy gravity, come crashing down to Earth. Some call them shooting stars. So, if you are out walking during a full Moon, be sure to wear a hat to protect your head from falling Moon chunks. www,angelwingartfarm.com

#my art #artworks #fantasy #book art #crafting #books #arts and crafts

[whitepolaris]

A Night at the Atolia Tungsten Mine

Canadian night photographer Larrie Thomson and I circled the back roads in the Barstow-Mojave-Ridgecrest triangle. We jabbered and joked over walkie-talkies as we crisscrossed the high desert, driving nose to tail, searching out locations for that night’s photo shoot. It was getting dark, and we had yet to find the right creepy spot to set up the cameras and make our full-moon exposures. We rolled north on 395. As we cruised into Red Mountain, the eastern shoulder of the highway sloped away to a series of ramshackle buildings barely visible from the road. An abandoned mine complex. We’d hit a photographic motherlode!

The Atolia Tungsten Mine, we would learn, was established in 1905. By 1916, it was full-fledged town with a modern school, four restaurants, and even a newspaper. Between 1916 and 1918, it produced $10 million in ore. By World War II, the miners had played out and the town folded up and blew away in the Mojave wind. Today the site contains about a dozen buildings, all in various states of disrepair. Some are largely intact, others tattered and partially collapsed. Anything of value is long gone.

Larrie and I split up, exploring and photographing opposite sides of the twenty-five-acre site well into the evening, each absorbed in the lonely isolation of the desert night. Every few hours we’d cross paths. “Did you see that giant owl on the transformer?” “No, but check out the Acid House.”

The Acid House reeked of toxic chemicals spilled everywhere. Sinks and spray booths were scorched with chemical burns. My sinuses instantly burned, and I felt my DNA begin to unscrew. Nice place to hide a body. Or dissolve one.

Around midnight, a bitterly cold late-winter storm blew through. The moon ducked behind the clouds, pushing exposure times to the twenty-minute mark. Used to desert shooting at night in shorts and T-shirt and typically unprepared, I had to borrow an embarrassingly dorky cap from the Arctic explorer Larrie.

Later that night we could hear loud and raucous voices on the westernly wind. It was a group of kids across the highway partying, spinning donuts in their hand-me-down pickup trucks, and drinking beer. We saw them, but they never saw us. We ignored them until we started to hear the echo of gunshots off the hills followed by the mistakable plink of corrugated metal buildings being hit with bullets. They were hitting all around us! We surprised them into silence with our hollering to “Stop shooting!” but soon the firing began again. We decided it was probably best to move along to our campsite behind some even more remote abandoned buildings twenty miles down the road. -Troy Paiva

#weird california #type read

[universeandgalaxy]

Hello again Galaxy, welcome to our Universe!

I'm Kyle Jaybie A.K.A Sun, I'm alone too but I still shines.

I'm Lance Andrey A.K.A Star, like a star I'm always there with the moon at your darkest moments.

I'm Adelaide A.K.A The Light, just like the light I want to give light to other people in their times of darkness.

I'm Colleen A.K.A Venus, like Venus I'm the hottest among our group.

I'm Shanley A.K.A Luna, like the moon not always full but always beautiful.

I'm Charline A.K.A Shooting star, like the star I want to give shine.

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Oral Communication | COMMUNICATIVE STRATEGIES

1. Nomination - Starting a conversation.

2. Turn Taking - Exchanging of message

3. Topic Control - Focusing on one topic.

4. Topic Shifting - Changing one topic from another.

5. Restriction - Giving limitation.

6. Repair - Fixing

7. Termination - Ending the topic.

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Earth and Life Science | SKELETAL SYSTEM

Skeletal System

It is also called the musculoskeletal system. It works as a support structure for your body. It gives the body its shape, allows movement, makes blood cells, provides protection for organs and stores minerals.

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21st Century | GRAPHIC NOVEL AND FLASH FICTION

Graphic Novel

It is generally used to describe any book in a comic format that resembles a novel in length and narrative development.

FLASH FICTION

It is a genre of fiction, defined as a very short story.

[nityarawal]

11/8/22

All The Colors Of The Rainbow

Part 3

"I Like Your Vibe"

Morning Songs

Just Saw A

Rainbow

Hanging Over

Thomas Mountain

Sprinkling And

Getting Ready For Snow

Gotta Vote

Up The Mountain

Need A Ride

Need WiFi And 

Water

Living On The 

Edge Of The 

Universe

Like An Alien

On #BLM

Next Door

Why Does

Land Endowed

For Camping

Have Same Name

As #BlackLivesMatters

Slaves

#BLM Is The Wilderness

That Belongs To All Of 

Us

If I Were Camping

Today On The Pacific

Coast Trail

I Might Not Make It

Like Cheryl Strayed

In "Wild"

Just Survived

So Much Pride

That Book Gives 

Me Songs

Dear Sugar

Only Touching

The Edges Of

Idyllwild

Mountain Center

Santa Rosa Mountain

Obama's Beauty Wilderness 

Tuwiliger

Cahuillan Art

Much Like Picasso

If He'd Carved Boulders

Someone Had A Vision

Building 

Dinosaurs

Out Of Rocks

Pre-Historic Birds

Indian Lingums

Fertility Sites

Stories In Heiroglyphs

Fish Like

Disney's Greatest

Vision

Swimming Down Rivers

To Springboxes

In Aguanga

How Did All The

Artists Know

Oh My God

There's A Full Rainbow

Oh My God

All The Way Across The Sky 

It's Gone

Shoot

Should've Taken The Picture

Oh Wow

That Was Stunning 

Thankyou God

Mahalo

How Did They Know?

"I Like Your Vibe!"

A Miracle

Just Saw A Rainbow

Across The Sky

"I LIke Your Vibe!"

How Did They Know

Artists Sometimes 

Resonate

So High

Did It Really 

Happen

Yeah

I Just Saw

A Rainbow

Across The Sky

It's Gonna Snow

I'm Gonna Vote

Somehow

Call A Nice Handyman

Or Girlfriend

Trudge

Up To Idyllwild

Like Pilgrims

For Hundreds of Years 

Before Me

Weather Said 

Snow At 10am

Pretty Rough In A Lexus

Lemon

No Windshield Wipers

Had To Pull Over Every

2 Minutes

All The Way Home

From Anza

Diamond

Droplets

Rivers 

On My Windshield

My Favorite Element

Water- Agua Pura

Please

How Can A Man

Live For 40 Years

With Water Off And On

How Can Our Counties

Harass Our People

Like This

About Such An Important Element

70% Of Our Bodies 

Are Made Of Agua Pura

People

How Can A Man

Alive Be Wondering

If He'll Lose His

Home

In Probate

Or Divorce Courts

Soon Civil Soldiers

Come- Only One 

Thing Can Be

Done

Pray To God

Pray To Holy

Unified Field

Natural

Cosmic

Law

Allah

Buddha

Christ Almighty

Gautama

Mother Mary

Amma

Mamma

We Respect Them All

We Might Not Have

Tasted All The Colors

Of The Rainbow 

But Our Hearts

Did

Siddhartha - Hesse

Rumi - Hafiz

Saedde 

Our Hearts Did- JFK

Marilyn Monroe

Jackie-O

Our Hearts Saw

Flames Of Your Love

John Lennon

Sonny

Even Though

Your Long Gone

I Felt I Had A

Purple Rose Of Cairo

Moment With

George Harrison

And Saw His Face

Appear On A 

Fertility Rock

Shiva Lingum

Jai

Hare Hare Shiva Ram

Wally Says It's

Like The Caves

In India That

Miraculously

Fill With Crystal's

Lunar Moons

Same Sulfer Water

Minerals I Love

Agua Calliente

Of The Mountains

San Bernadino

Is A Serious Range

Had No Wipers

Registration

Insurance

Lexus Warranty

Expired- They

Kidnapped Me On

A Bribe With

Atty Ashby Clark Sorrenson 

And Therapist

Julie Anne Steiger

Slumlorded Me

For Custody

Mental Health Warrants

Restraining Orders

From My Own Attorney

Felt Like She Hooked

A Rockstar We Liked

Lied About Her 

Loyalities On A Bribe

CPS Worker

In The Comfort Of Her

Living Room 

Office

Chalet

I Told Her Every

Thing And She

Burned Me And 

Moved

11 Months

Into Our 1 Year Court

Contract

Back To Hawaii

An Auntie

I Listened To

David The Page

Loved His Astronaut Band

Spaceman Trilogy

For Years Tried

To Understand

How She Must've

Shrank Him

Was It For The CIA

I Saw Their Pictures

On Instagram

Looked Like A Fiance

Yet She Lied 

Said She Didn't 

Know Him

Sat On The Edge

Of Her Seat

Reeled Me In For

Bribes

11 Months Of Recorded

Weekly History

Paid Her $5,000 

Dollars $100 Weekly

She Enjoyed Drawing

From My Card

Saw Her At All The Fancy

Vegan Restaurants And Cafes

Dressed So Warm And Cozy

In Knits

Made Idyllwild Seem

Safe

Yet No Alibi

Or Loyalty

To The Sisterhood

She Threw Me Out

On A Bribe

To RPDC

With Broken Ribs 

Covid 19 

Like 3 other Therapists

From IEHP

Hope And Healing

I can't Reccomend

Nor Calm

And Ground Counselling

Tima Ivanova

Only Want To Talk

About The Murders

Of Emily

Pearson

Julie Anne Steiger Advised Me

To Stay With Irish Rock star

Darin David Joye

Also Known As Diego

Of Birds Of Olympus &

Old Yellers Too

From Oregon Olde Country

But He Had A Bride

And A Step Grandbaby

Waiting back in Wicklow, Ireland

Didn't Understand

Deceit of Dating A Married Man

Under False Pretence

Against Irish Catholic Laws

And My Scottish Faith

Pope Francis

Wouldn't Approve

Darin

Lied To Us A Bribe

Bullied For A Plea

With Atty Ashby Clark Sorrenson

Dari Was My Caretaker

Romeo's Too

Enjoyed My Lexus 

With Spud

From Our

Birds Of Olympus

When I Was Caged

Like Abi Odam

For Silencing.org

Beardsley

Mommy Shaming

At Las Calinas

Ladies Detention Center For

UK #PrinceOfPegging Ivy League

Marine Officers

Hiding Their Crimes

With Gag Orders

Cambridge Analytica

Facebook

Federal Government 

Divorce 

IRS Stripped

My Accounts

Creditors Attacked

Divorce Crushed

My Little Home

Cold- Handyman

Dennis- Lumber

Jack Shined Me For

Two Months while

He and His Jezabelle

Had Covid

I Wrote Josh and 

Dhani- Burnin' 

Pinecones

Prayers For The Universe

It Was Magical

No Money

But Cupboards 

Full Of Herbs

Dulses

Seaweed

Vinegars

Oils Nutbutters 

Harvested Manzanita Berries

Made Hot Cider From Garden Bushes

I Survived

I Ate Well

Like An Asian

Miso- Gomazio

Sprouted Lentils

Lemons

Dahl

Toasted Sesame Seeds

I Enjoy Food

Salty Sweet

Strong Tastes

Ayurvedically

All 6 Flavors of The Rainbow

Satisfy Me

Even Bitter

Sour

And Astringent

I'm So Thirsty

"I Like Your Vibe,"

I Wish I Could

Eat With You

All The Colors

Of The Rainbow

Every Vegetable

And Fruit And

Flavor Too

I Like Your

Cuisine

Mahalo

Merci 

Gratzia 

Prego

Ciao

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[moh1993d]

#mineral full moon shoot #wallpaper #android #wallart #خلفيات #beauty #قمر #moon #night #cars #girls #full moon photography #full moon

[hyper-super-clover]

Obey me! x Avatar the last airbeder/ Avatar the legend of Korra

I thought about what elements the Obey me characters would be able to bend in the universe of ATLA/ ATLOK, so here´s a list of their elements, sub elements and their preferred fighting style!

If you don´t know the show, here´s a short list of the elements (although I highly recommend watching the series they´re amazing)

Fire bending (can be trained into lightning- & combustion-bending)

Water bending (can be trained into ice-, steam-, plant- and blood-bending)

Air bending (can be trained to fly or project your spirit)

Earth bending (can be trained into metal- or lava-bending and for seismic sense)

Have fun reading and let me know what you think!!

Lucifer

Element: Fire (white-blue flames)

Sub element: Lightning

Fighting style: mainly fighting with lightning, it's more elegant and deadly, and those words are basically the definition of papa Luci. Legends say that once when Lucifer was angered enough, he casted a whole storm to let lightning go down on the whole land.

His white-blue fire is known to be the hottest type of flames, with Lucifer being able to keep their heat on this level for as long as the flames are burning.

"Fire as well as lightning shall be treated with care and used with dignity. Also, if you keep your cool in battle, you can watch as your enemy gets toasted by your attacks, and I personally very much enjoy this satisfaction."

Mammon

Element: Air

Sub element: mild form of flight

Fighting style: "Korra style", basically the more modern way to airbend as shown in the legend of Korra: specifically more forward and for combat (attacking and approaching enemies), for dragging enemies through the air as Mammon pleases.

Although flight is an extremely rare and spiritual ability, somehow the goof Mammon is able to fly short distances without a glider or other tools.

"Livin' like a true air nomad? Nah, that ain't like me. How am I able to fly, then? Well, I'm THE great Mammon after all!"

Levi

Element: Water

Sub element: Ice, steam

Fighting style: prefers to attack with waves of pure water, but when his envy kicks in, he might switch to freezing it (when self-loathing) or boiling it (when angered in envy).

As he loves being engulfed in water, he has perfected moving and diving in the ocean.

"I like being in the ocean... The water wraps around you like a tight but soft hug... A-ah, n-nothing, I would never say anything cheesy like this...!!"

Satan

Element: Fire

Sub element: Combustion

Fighting style: much like his anger can occur in explosive rushes, so does his element as combustion bending shoots a beam of explosive energy at whoever Satan wants to see dead. The explosions become larger the angrier he is, but also harder to control.

Yes, he has this fancy third eye tattoo where he shoots the explosions out of, period.

Technically very skilled in bending fire but dislikes using it (as it reminds him of Lucifer)

"What are you staring at? Do I look this strange to you? Well, if it's that irritating to be near me, I could blast you into pieces."

Asmo

Element: Water

Sub element: Plant bending

Fighting style: not really into fighting, but if he does he uses vines with thorns to whip his enemies asses (preferably in the literal sense hehe). He keeps the vines entagled around his body to always have some with him, and let's them bloom to make it/ himself more beautiful.

Is actually better at bending plants than regular water, even though the pure element should be the easiest to bend.

"Water inside plants is sweeter, which is just like me!", is his explanation for this.

Beel

Element: Earth

Sub element: Seismic sense

Fighting style: Due to his physique he is able to bend massive amounts of stone at once, yeeting those at his enemies. His powers decrease the hungrier he is, but peak once he enters his hungered rage. God help the mountains around him if that happens, they might be pulled of the ground if they are in the way between Beel and his food.

As he is rather calm and dislikes initiating fights, he learned to listen to the earth, his seismic sense helping him detect objects connected to the ground through vibrations.

"If you stay calm and feel your surroundings, you'll find yourself with many advantages in life... For me, it's the ability to detect the nearest food, hehe..."

Belphie

Element: Earth

Sub element: Sand

Fighting style: likes the fast attacks that are possible when bending sand, it's lighter and better to form than solid ground.

Probably his favourite move is to swirl the sand up to disturb his opponents vision while he himself isn't hindered by it at all. If no sand around, he prefers to use smaller rocks and uses them as projectiles.

"Direct combat is too tiring... I'd rather annoy my enemies until they are sick of fighting me. Everyone hates sand in their eyes, right?"

Diavolo

Element: Earth

Sub element: Lava

Fighting style: In my personal AU that is currently forming in my head, Diavolo is the earth prince and thus rarely gets to fight, but oh boy can he beat you up if he wants to. For his size, he is surprisingly agile as he utilizes his earth bending to move. His attacks are mostly through lava bending, a technique which he came up with himself after thinking about how water benders can change their element's state of aggregation. With lava, he keeps his enemies where he wants them to be, to then bombard his enemies with lava projectiles.

"Don't be shy, come a little closer! I might be a prince, but there is no need to be afraid... If I wanted to battle you, you would have already found yourself in a pit of lava!"

Barbatos

Element: Earth

Sub element: Metal, truth seer

Fighting style: This sly mf keeps shreds of metal on his body at any time to be able to shoot them at enemies (kind of like Mai with her knifes). Not an aggressive fighter, rather he waits for the opponent's move, analysing them to then attack with whatever metal is around, or through earth bending, if more effective.

His truth seeing is a form of seismic sense that specialises in sensing another's breathing and heart rate, making him the perfect guard for the earth prince Diavolo.

"I seem to sense an increase in your heart rate... Are you lying or simply thrilled to see me, hm~?"

Simeon

Element: Water

Sub element: healing, spirit bending

Fighting style: Simeon barely ever has to fight, his role in the tribe is a spiritual, not a warrior one. He has magnificent healing skills and is highly spiritual, so fighting is just not his cup of tea. All techniques he is able to do are traditional figures that are passed over generations in the water tribes.

He uses the techniques for 'dances' rather than combat, when pacifying evil spirits or to communicate with and befriend good ones.

Sub element: mild form of spiritual projection

Is able to travel to the spirit world, helps keeping the balance between the human and spirit world.

"Bending is so much more than a weapon to hurt your enemies. Come, I will show you my favourite spiritual place and tell you about the beauty of elements and spirits."

Luke

Element: Air

Fighting style: "Aang style", defensive and keeping his distance. Dodging until finding a weak point, however if you annoy litte Luke, he might switch to a more direct fighting style. With this reckless fighting style, Luke likes to disturb his opponents balance, his satisfaction big when he, a tiny boy, can blow grown-ups off their feet.

Solomon

He loves spirits, so he had always given it his all to get into the spirit world, successfully. Now, he is working on a technique to move his soul unbound by his body. Up to now he can drastically increase his sense (see and hear) through sensing through the wind around him, but he couldn't give his spirit an intangible form yet.

"If you can exist outside your body in the spirit world, it has to be possible here, too! Watch me, I will figure out how to do it one day!!"

Element: Water

Sub element: blood

"You know, technically, air nomads could bend the air carried by your blood cells... Earth benders the minerals and ions in your blood... So basically, blood bending is a really... Huh? What do you mean you're scared of me? I'm harmless, I swear~"

Fighting style: Don't worry, I know blood bending is always treated as the worst thing ever, but Solomon rarely ever relies on his blood bending skill for combat, even though he is able to use it outside of full moon nights, too. He knows a lot about the human body, so he can actually use those skills to heal and help people! (Or well, potentially, he could cause all your blood vessels to burst, but... That is only an option... Maybe... Mostly...)

He is talented with water and ice enough to fight bending those, will use those in the most annoying ways he can.

Bonus: My two MCs Violet and Clover

Element: none

Clover

Weapon: Bow and arrows

Fighting style: Clover tought herself how to use the bow in her free time in case she ever needs to defend herself. Other than that, she wasn't born with any bending abilities, but is, just like Simeon, very spiritually talented and helps him with his work. Wishes to be able to travel to the spirit world one day.

She can hear and see spirits that have escaped into the human world and has made it her task to ensure they return to their home safely.

"H-huh? Ah, don't mind me, I'm not special at all... But wouldn't you like to meet my ghost friends? They have so many fascinating stories to tell."

Violet

Element (learned): fire (mastered), earth (only a little)

Element (yet to learn/ master): water, air, earth

Fighting style: Avatar alerrrt. Yes, this amazing lady would be the avatar of this generation. Born in the fire nation, she has mastered bending fire at young age. Given the right ground (e.g. volcanic stone), Violet has a unique technique of colouring her flames as the bends tiniest fragments of metals and minerals along with the flames. For that she lets the fire touch the ground and burns the metals in her motion. The minerals cause the different flame colorations and showed that she is indeed the avatar. Has yet to learn bending the three other elements.

Lucifer was her teacher for mastering fire bending, and she was taught to fight with a sword, too.

"I may be capable of bending every element, but I still have a long way to go. My homeland has taught me the arts of fire and the sword, but now it is time for me to learn the arts of the rest of the world."

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Thank you so much for reading!! If you´d like to hear more about this concept I can come up with backstories for each character! Just let me know if you´d be interested~

#obeyme #atla #atlok #obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me shall we date

[spacebookettes]

Essay

Moon Ends

Post war Britain a fox runs through the bombed out streets, in the daytime. Mothers look perplexed at the sight, kids delight in the fox guest; it does not look scared. The kids follow the fox towards a large flattened bombed out area, in the centre is a lone pub left intact... insane sounds are drifting across from the pub to the miners cottages edges of the clearing. The kids report back to their parents who slowly make their way towards the large flattened space. The pub is called Moon Ends.

On top of the Moon Ends is a rather end of the 20th century looking woman, fluorecent colours she wears the likes of mid 20th century people had never seen. She is playing records from a dual turntable, that is currently blaring out a trip hop dance remix of a David Bowie song. The dj has a microphone and keeps shooting ‘OOO OOO’ ‘OOO OOO DJ Ezra MoonEnds.’

Ezra MoonEnds is an alien who has been living on the moon by herself.

Ezra MoonEnds sits under a giant rainbow parasol and puts on some chill out music in the mornings, she drinks the sleep juice that allows her to keep awake always, if somewhat subdued. In the summer evenings she plays the thumping trip hop dance remixes of the future humans. On this first late afternoon a few utterly perplexed people gather straggling in towards the pub. A first late afternoon that alien Ezra MoonEnds decided to introduce herself to the post war humans; she has been watching from her moon base and felt the humans could do with some cheering up... and as they were going to be neighbours.

Someone brings out a crate of stout and hands them around.. this starts the, slight at first, dancing. The people are still at the edges of the clearing. Drink slowly emboldens them closer. Until one woman wonders what’s happening inside the pub.

Later in the week the night is full of dancing people. The whole flattened area is a rave of people dancing to a universe of 21st century trip hop dance remixes. Flasks of whiskey and warm beer are everywhere.

A woman enters the pub, inside is too warm. A throng of drunk people bustle. She reaches the bar. Figures dressed in fox outfits are busy behind the bar serving cocktails. The people have never seen such drinks before. Alien cocktails with alien flavours and alien decorations: the only payments taken are small personal stories, written down on little pieces of paper.

By Peter Stringer

#creative writing #essays #space art #scifi #experimental writing #modern fiction #short story

[aggresivelyfriendly]

Hello babes!!! OMG, today has been a long week! A wonderful, dream big come true week! HARRY IS SOLO ON THE COVER OF VOGUE! Also, I have a new installment of Tryst for you all based on this 👆photo! Without further ado, I give you...

Scotland!

It's the pose that does it.

She's been so,  mon dieu she hates the moral judgment of the word. But it remains the right one here, in any language. Soo good, since she decided he couldn't give her what she needed, or maybe wasn't ready to, or didn't see her like that. Nothing more than a flying fuck when he got itchy on the road and she was available to scratch.

But here she was, with his encompassing form around her back and his arm causally slung across her collarbone and she could barely keep her lip from between her teeth to smile.

Smile for the camera, Helene. He'd whispered in her ear and she was thankful for their blustery setting the clothing covering her chill bumps.

All day, She'd been trying to keep dry and get some candid shots to go into the vault. Sometimes she wondered why they paid her to take so many images, most of them, a greater preportion than usual, just lived in her computer or Jeff's computer never to be used.

Would they ever release them? To the utter delight and meltdowns of this man's rabid fans.

She gets it, Helene does. What they see in him, she sees it herself often. And she sees more, his dick has made her soul smile on more than one occasion. It didn't start with these libidinous thoughts, it wasn't one of those moments where he was a living lighthouse or hedonism personified. It's the first scene with the imaginary fish and he's having a bit or trouble. He's also cold and wet. Which are two sensations he doesn't love, but seems to include in every damn piece of art he makes. He's throwing the little bean bag onto the rock and it's not meant to be gentle exactly, but he seems irritated, not concerned as you would be for a suicidal fish when you yourself are suicidal. His character at least. Thank god. But his physical discomfort is intruding on his ability to act right now; he's barely holding on. He loses his balance while frustrated and falls into the water, cursing.

Helene will not laugh.

She hides her giggles while they change him. He got his Gucci denim outfit uncomfortably wet. Why would you chose that outfit to go to a watery death? She is overthinking. As always.

He's ready to go again, fresh Gucci down to his drawers, and by the 10th take, he's in the swing.

When Harry nails it, He gives the director and Helene the biggest grin and she's charmed. The lights have turned on and the fog has lifted. He shines.

He is finished with this set up and Helene has just put her gear away. Harry brushes past her to get around a rock and presses an affectionate kiss to the easily accessible top of her head.

"Thanks for coming, Tiny. Know it's cold."

Helene smiles at him, and somebody else with a camera, someone not her, clicks their picture.

It's always weird when she is the subject. She's pretty sure she has more photos with Harry, selfies at least than with any boyfriend she has had, in her life, which flashes before her eyes, with a highlight reel of her beneath Harry, while he turns her around towards the camera.

The arm that was across her scapula, turns her like a top and her stomach flutters with the motion. His motion. His arm has come across her clavicle, like it did in LA, and she comes together like the place in between those bones, a shallow place where her heartbeat is thumping visibly.

She's thrumming.

Not that there is a damn thing she can do about it. He can do about it. Anybody can, they have so much work to do.

The quiver in her chest and bones and betwixt her legs stays with her all day. Through lunch with all the people she's missed on their break, around the lunch Harry's had cooked for them, with all the little flourishes he likes. All the different food needs accommodated, hospitality on show. It's a wonderful midday after a bitter morning, the sun's even peaked through. The whole group brims with happinesss. Helene and her table included, she laughs and kisses Molly's cheek, she's so cute.

She stays away from Harry though, through at least theee set ups, one not involving him where she could see his intention to hover and smell her pent scent. So, she puts distance, physically between them all day, especially when they move on to the shoot at the docks.

She's taking far away shots. It was easier to control the pulse at her center when he was in the loose jumpsuit. Now in the tight sweater vest, where he looks like some movie star from a bygone era, she's struggling.

It's sending her. Fly her to the moon.

So she keeps her distance and captures him from afar. She'd been doing so well.

Still is! She reminds herself.

The day is long because of her longing, but Helene makes it through.

"You coming to the pub." She jumps a bit at his breath near her ear, her hair is stirred by its breeze. She's surprised, she can usually feel his approach 10 paces off.

"No, need my bed." She begs off. She's begging he doesn't press, with those puppy dog eyes and dimples he knows how to wield.

"Really?" He pouts. "Need your company." He insists.

Oh, he's reached for the big ammunition, he's used everything in his arsenal, he's even touching her arm. He turns her again and she knows she going to say yes before he bites his lip and says, "please."

"Qui." She exhales. She'd like to qualify the sigh as resigned, but it's full of breath and melodic.

"Yes!" He presses a kiss to her forehead and squeezes her before he wanders off to gather troops.

So much for distance.

The pub is lovely, if their wine selection a bit limited. She can see why Harry picked this for his fictional island. He has excellent taste and this is so picturesque and any number of stories, real and imagined, could be contained in its Walls.

He tastes excellent.

He's across the room holding court. He's a little drunk, and he's just thrown his head back and she can remember the shape of his Adam's Apple on her tongue, and the taste. God the taste of his skin, especially after a show. Her lips would be raw from the salt afterwards, and dual thirsts would greet her in the morning light. Water with something more mineral from his skin.

Helene gulps her wine and tries to tune back in to the English around her. The mix of accents and the still difficult language is enough for her to have to get her mind out of the gutter intentionally to follow along.

Not the gutter, Harry's room.

She's squinting and translating something someone has said in her head and wondering how many times somebody has refilled her glass when another intoxicant fills her senses.

Harry's hand is on top of her head and then sliding down the back of her hair. It's exactly like he does when his dick is in her mouth. But he's usually not grinning like that.

"Tiny!" He's  so jovial when drunk. "This seat taken?"

There is no seat. It's the end of the booth, there is a small amount of brown leather, and Harry wedges himself onto it and picks up her legs, uncrosses them and lays them over his own to make space. He's solved his own problem and worsened hers.

She quirks a brow at him and he just kisses it like it's totally normal she's basically on his lap among all their colleagues. Only in this group he's made close as family would this not look risqué. Only with him. She's thinks only Sarah and Mitch know about them. Know that the 'know' each other. And they aren't on this shoot.

Nobody is looking at them funny, so she had better stop staring at him.

She tears her eyes away, like the wrapper of a condom, and goes back to translating.

It's useless when he starts running his nails along her thighs. She puts her hand on his to stop him, but he just grips her thigh instead.

It is not a step in the right direction. It's only leads one direction for her thoughts. To the way his huge hands look on her tiny body. The way his palm can cover her whole stomach and his fingers reach her honey pot still. She has photographic evidence. Between that thought and the wine, she needs to leave.

"Where are you going?" He looks very sweet, except the glint in his eye. She narrows hers at him.

"My room."

"Already?" He pouts.

"Qui."

"I can't really leave yet."

"I didn't ask you to."

He tilts his chin. "Maybe not out loud." He whispers just under her breath.

She exhales.

"Will you wait up for me?" He looks up through his lashes.

She can't even answer but her head moves up and down like a teabag into hot water in the morning.

She's boiling.

He grins. And leans up to kiss her cheek. "What room?" He murmurs. She knows he could find out if he wanted, but it would also alert the front desk, which might make it to the media, or worse, a fan with Twitter.

"24" she whispers through the veil of her hair. Pulls away from his tractor beam eyes and smiles at the table. Gives a few hugs and a big wave.

The inn is small, quaint. She's on the second floor, which is the top floor, waiting. Helene's kept her clothes on. The same outfit she has had on all day. Jeans, loose, and a t shirt, her dad trainers. Should she change? She tries to remember what Harry had on at the pub. He had changed a fair few times throughout the day.

She think he was wearing a hoodie, his name emobossed on the breast in some language or another, Gaelic?, and loose light jeans. Dirty vans adorning his feet.

She hopes she ends the night in his jumper, or wakes up and slipes it over her shoulders.

The hours slip away and her eyes have kettlebells attached to them. She's just about to take care of single girl tasks, washing her face and putting on the extra lock when the knock comes.

"I was about to go to bed without you." She leans against the door jamb. She's not purposely jutting her hip.  She's not!

"Ahh," he teases, touches the smudges below her droopy eyes and pulls her blonde hair. "You tired."

"Qui, it's been a long day." She breathes.

"What?" He laughs and pushes her into the room with his hips, "your call time was hours after mine!" He flashes his big green eyes.

"Maybe, but I don't have your stamina." She counters. Harry the athlete raises a brow at her statement.

"I've never had a problem with your endurance."

He let's that lie there, and she can tell both of their mind's are roving over memories of late nights turned into early morning mapping flesh.

"No, I suppose you are right." She goes easy when he pulls her forward and his mouth slides against her like a skeleton key into a waiting lock. She expects the kiss to escalate, but maybe they are both a little tired, exhausted from a long day, while longing for an extended night. His kiss remains deep, full of tingling tongue touches, but doesn't get faster, her back doesn't hit the wall, and there are no stops where she is pressed against or onto furniture.

He has some embedded geography of hotel rooms, because he navigates the suite like the globetrotter he is. They are both fully dressed, and the squeezes and rubs over the fabric are exciting, reminiscent of juvenile contained eagerness. When her knees hit the back of the mattress, Helene decides the adults need to take over and hikes the tucked in button down up and over his head, forgoing the buttons.

The black ink on his golden skin is a trail familiar to her fingers tips and she follows it down, down to the leaves framing his joyful path. She can feel the pressure of his erection on the slide mechanism of his trousers and against the strained teeth tethered together on his zipper. If it wasnt metal, it would unzip itself against the force. She sighs when she pulls him out. His dick makes her so proud every time. She can't imagine what it's like to carry it around.

No wonder he is so self confident, the word cocksure occurs to her and she giggles.

"Are you laughing at me?" He looks down and she's charmed, for all his assuredness, he's still vulnerable. It's why he is so endearing.

"Non," she's got him naked and guides him back to the head aboard. He looks more tired than her suddenly, he had a bigger day, job. She'll keep up the inversion of the evening, she can recall no other time together where she had clothes on while he was naked. "I was just think how much I appreciate your dick."

"And it made you laugh?" Oh he's still a little offended.

Helene will have to make it up to him. She ruts against his lap and takes stock.

He's half mast. Which is a rare state for him, in her experience. She nuzzles into his lap and laps from his base to tip. She can feel the plumping under her tongue and decides that's not quite adequate.

She can fit him all the way like this. It won't last, so she takes advantage and mentally pats herself on the back as she seems to expand her capacity as he swells. Once she can't muzzle her nose into his patch of hair anymore she pulls off with a gasp and looks up to his panting face.

"I wasn't laughing at you," she nods towards his bobbing shafts. "In my head, I thought how I'm proud of your dick, and decided it was the wrong word. But the right feeling." Helene put him back in her mouth with her tongue extended out, and stroked him from her throat to the squirming tip.

He's chuckling now and she smiles with her eyes at him. "You're proud of my dick?" His dimples are the size of salad plates.

"Qui, aren't you?" She flashes her brows while She straddles his lap. She's not sure she's satisfied her mouth hunger for him, but they have all night.

"Well...." He blushes, which makes her giggle. She's fully naked on his bare dick and he's blushing.

"Know you are." She whispers in his ear. "You have every reason to be."

"Mmmhmmm." He could be responding to her statement or her rocking over his lap. If one of them tilted just so....

"You've been cocky!" She emphasizes that by moving her hips to an almost position. "Enough before."

He looks just a touch frustrated.

"Should I show you how proud I am?" She slips the tip in, just the tip. Not quite to the popping point. It's a tantalizing suspension, just rocking while his eyelashes flutter. "Show you why you deserve to be cocky?"

"Mmmmm," he hums, vision now between their legs, mesmerized. "Please." He breathes and looks at her.

"Do we need a condom?" She's not sure how active he's been.

"Not for me." He grabs her hips and tries to push her down, as tantalizing as the pop of a champagne bottle, the moment of jubilant anticipation.

"Better safe than sorry!" she dismounts and grabs a skin. He breathes a breath like he is frustrated.

"Oh, Cherie, ne t'inquiète pas!" She teases and strokes firmly, guiding his foreskin over the sensitive tip. "We're only beginning." He helps her roll it down and lifts her thighs to press against the headboard on either side of him. She's glad it's padded. Harry's done waiting, or being gentle and shy. She can't even acknowledge the pop of their joining she loves, she's too busy catching up to the rough thrust of his pelvis up and into her own. "Merde!"

"Mmmmhmmmm." He hums and catches her lips with his own, a net to butterflies. It's soft, slow and sensual, in opposition to the bruising hold he has on her hips. He can handle her with one of his big hands. The other has found its place on her sensitive nipples. This escalated so fast she thinks the ending will follow the beginning with no middle to enjoy. She was hoping to fuck him slow.

Her hands slide down the headboard, it's coarse beneath her hands in comparison to the hair that fills her hands in the next moment. She pulls his neck back a little roughly. "Wait."

"For?" He keeps working her over his dick and it's compelling, and she loves it, but he's showing her why her makes her proud, and that wasn't tonight's lesson.

"I want to come."

"Good, that's what I want to." He hits her spot unerringly. And she's nearly convinced.

"No, non, on your tongue." She has to forcibly take herself off him. She lifts her knees and places her hands on his shoulders to hoist herself up. It's a favorable arrangement, her legs as long as his torso. "Allez." She suggests and his answer is a smile and the extension of his tongue right up her slit.

Helene has to grab the headboard to stay upright. She knew she was on the way. But how close she was to her journey is even clearer when his hands draw her ass cheeks apart and he's spreading her wetness over both holes while manipulating her clit with his tongue.

When he fits his mouth over her hood, creates suction and licks while fitting two fingers inside her separated by just inches of skin accessing both holes, she clenches without prologue. "Fuck." She rides his face until her orgasm has ridden out its welcome and he pulls his fragrant hand out to aid its twin in holding her steady until she's clutching the headboard and coming against his tongue again. Her wriggling at the over sensitivity only aiding his quest for number two.

She slides down his body slow and she's done, until she remembers her intention when his dripping shaft, wet with her and leaking a few drops for himself, prods her ass. She was gonna run this show, swing her hips like a pendulum so he'd enter a trance like state while inside her, the suspended animation of ecstasy. Helene needed to come so she would be calm enough to do it. To hypnotize him, slow and sweet.

She just needs to control the tempo, bang out a rhythmic unhurried beat on his hips.

It only takes a minor shift in alignment to throw them off their orbit. Send his mercury into retrograde with her pussy. She slides over the tip with ease, she's wet enough that she doesn't even have to work him in like normal. Though it still prickles her nerves with that familiar addictive burn she's only had with him and a few others. Those that pushed her boundaries. She's a globetrotter when she fucks Harry though. Her exhale would be loud if his groan wasn't louder.

"Fuck, Helene!" He looks down again and she decides now that she has given him dinner, he needs a show. Time to mesmerize him.She flexes her pelvis, rounding back and holds the headboard hard to find her beat. It's a slow jam, all the flavor of a samba. She's got a circle like a Ferris wheel and he's stuttering her name like he's afraid of heights but loving the ride.

"Again." Helene demands, her head against his forehead.

"What?" Harry's staring at her motion hard, distracted. Helene stops, she wants his attention, his eyes, his mouth, his dick, every inch of him focused on her, including those inside her. She rides the circle to the top, just his tip inside, and hovers. No other passengers are getting on, she just wants him to admire the view. She clenches and knows he can see it when he shivers.

Helene uses her nose to nudge his gaze up. He looks up, down, up, again. She pulls out enough to nearly unseat him and his fingers dig into her hips. "What?"  He repeats.

"My ñame." She looks him in the eye and presses her panting mouth to his while she slides all the way down, his pubic hair against her swollen clit. "Say my name."

He breathes it out, like a prayer, "Helene!" While she takes them to the top again. "Helene!" He shouts in exhalations when she slams down to his pelvis harder. "Helene!" She swings back up slow, and drops like they've found themselves on a rollercoaster.

By now her name is a chant, "Helene, Helene, helene, fuck Helene!" He's squeezing and staring and licking her lips sloppily and she can tell he doesn't know if he should stop her, try to help her along so they can get off together, or just cum.

He looks desperate to finish.

So she stops, and he looks frantic. "Baby, please!"

Helene shrugs, kisses him and grinds herself against him inside on her spot and outside on begging pleasure zone until she's almost there. She squeezes him rhythmically to keep him ready.

She's almost there. They can hop off this ride together now. So she starts the ascent to the top again, slow circles until he's panting and chanting again, and then it's a free fall ride for them both.

Helene loses her stomach and screams his name in harmony with his chorus of hers.

Their sweaty foreheads rest together, until he is chuckling.

"Quoi?" She catches her breath enough to ask.

"I was just thinking, I definitely won't need a photo to remember this one!"

She feels proud, but she knows there is an image he's forgetting, one that will remind her of this Scottish adventure forever.

Months later, they've found themselves together, like together together, when she comes across it. She posts it, with a longing thank you.

When Harry gets home from set, he's smiling like a Cheshire Cat. "You trying to tell me something?" He shoves his phone at her with the open Instagram.

Helene shrugs. She's feeling proud, even prouder than she felt a year ago.

And she wants to show him.

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Stand Mutation AU

Warning, this is FILLED with body horror! And somewhat loose but present connections to the recent epidemic! Mainly in part 4...

These are mostly just lists of the designs, and this post will only contain parts 3 & 5. There’s a lot more bulk to what was written to part 4, and there’s a lot more angst written, so that’s going to be a separate post.

(Which is now here!)

The idea here is essentially taking the ‘stand sickness’ Holy and Josuke had and twisting it into overdrive. Rather than gaining stands, the infected mutate (often horrifically, but there are some who look almost unaffected) based on their in-canon stands. The uninfected don’t see the full image; the shapes and colors come through, but not completely. The common headlight-style eyes are a big giveaway (until they’re not).

The mutations here will also commonly hinder most functions, especially rational thought. It’s most often temporary as the infected adjusts to the changes of their body. This can take a number of forms, but what happened to the Nijimura brothers is the worst it gets. The term for this for now is going to be ‘fried’.

The infection is only transferred by the arrow, and genetic relation.

Part 3

Holy has flowers growing on her body. Has a way better handle on it than Jotaro; fully present and coherent, the flowers just need to sap a little of her energy to grow big and bright. So, yeah, she's completely fine.

Jotaro ends up this ethereal star man with so much luscious hair, but also partly fried at the start; ends up being essentially like a big dog for a while (acts on base instinct and can’t articulate).

Joseph’s arms become vines. That’s it, that’s all. Vines for arms.

Avdol is pretty much just fused with Magician’s Red. I say ‘just’, but he’s pretty damn rad.

Kakyoin is basically a bunch of wires, wrapped to make a more human shape. Rather than shooting solid energy bursts, he can send energy through the wires.

Polnareff, like Avdol, is also just fused with his Silver Chariot. The armor and sword are still removable.

Iggy is made of sand. Can shapeshift, often takes the form of a wolf, because he can and he wants to.

Hol Horse has a gun for a hand. Yes, that's all.

Gray Fly... tiny man. Beetle sized old man with beetle wings and dagger tongue. Nasty nasty.

Imposter Captain Tenille is a fish-man, simple as that. Basically take Dark Blue Moon and put it in the mans clothes. This makes it obvious that he’s the enemy the moment he comes out, but Anne is still under some suspicion at first.

Forever is just Strength. Green ship with orangutang face.

Devo basically is Ebony Devil. Imagine making a (somewhat crappy) almost life size doll of Devo, and there you go. Rather than needing a grudge to act, he forms his grudge as he fights, making him stronger.

Rubber Soul is just Yellow Temperance; when he went through stand puberty he just pretty much melted.

J. Geil is just Hanged Man; only seen through reflections. Tied a knife to his hand.

Nena is almost the same as canon; she assimilates a beautiful woman to host her real body (which has no skin covering, so here she needs a host, the looks are just preference), and still leaves parasites on victims through her blood.

ZZ's stand mutation is actually his arm. His arm is the car.

Enya… ghost? Still uses fog for the illusions, still does puppet stuff? But then Jotaro would still have to suck her down so NO, THANKS

Steely Dan, the crab man. Can duplicate himself but at NOWHERE near the same rate. Not as effective either. He's about the size of your average 14 year old.

Arabia Fats is just. On fire. Fire man. Human torch. But more fire. Just fire.

Mannish boy appears with a flat, jester-like face, so the group knows to refuse.

Cameo... genie?

Midler is basically herself with High Priestess's power to become any mineral. Still can shapeshift, but its limited.

N’Doul… could be a water man. Sends his hand out so he can stay safely out of most people’s range.

Anubis... is just the same Anubis as canon. It's a sword, what were you expecting?

Mariah is the magnetizer. It happens through contact, and feels like a small static shock. It does not work on normal people, although they do feel the shock.

Alessi has just become a shadow, his own silhouette, that de-ages those it touches like in canon, with the same eyes and manifesting ability, too. Cannot talk.

The D’arby brothers are a terrible amalgamation of the souls they’ve taken.

Pet Shop is... just its stand I think.

Vanilla Ice is another stand/user mix. As uncomfortable as the v o r e is, it seems like the only sensible thing...

Dio is similar to Jotaro. But green & yellow, with more disturbing growths (those... bullet chain suspenders looking things, and the apparent oxygen tanks on the back). He's a bit distorted, rippling in time with the seconds.

Part 5

Haruno becomes a plant creature (Oh you want limbs? Limbs to hold things? Too bad, you get tendrils!), changes his name to Giorno. The human body is still inside, controlling everything. When he’s truly happy, he blooms.

Bruno's body is just zippers. They can all be opened or closed (although if they're all opened he's kind of a mess, and its an awful noise), and what's under them is just a void. He seems to have glowing orbs as eyes, revealed by a single open zipper over where his eyes would be. To resemble a more human form, he has zippers on his head to look like hair. There are a few zippers that hang off his arms and legs almost like fins, and he will whip you with them.

Abbachio is a glitchy creature that looks like someone constantly flipping channels, with a sort of goo coating his body in almost the exact way it does Moody Blues.

Narancia is a ‘cyborg’, fighting logic output to stay ‘human’

Mista basically goes through mitosis, becoming 7 of himself; but it takes time for them to truly separate.

Fugo appears to be normal, but he has this ‘oxygen’ tank & connected mask. The Purple Haze virus is more of a gas here, produced in his lungs, so he has to have a way to contain it when he's around others. Once he starts getting emotional, he sort of melts into a zombie-like form; starts looking like a typical victim of Purple Haze.

(Giorno's able to take in an absurd amount of toxins and pollution and spit out a shit ton of oxygen, so there's much less concern.)

WE RETAIN THE DINOSAUR SPICE GIRL HERE, TRISH IS A STRETCHY & SQUISHY LIZARDWOMAN.

Mr President is a cube, still with the room. He's like a box. A box turtle, you might say.

Polpo is still in prison. His shadow does pretty much everything Black Sabbath does. Permanent poggers face.

Zucchero is a slug. Has spikes on his body that perform Soft Machine’s ability, and they’re barbed to grab the deflated forms.

Sale... maybe he's already dead. Infection stopped his own heart or something. Or hes like.. a landmark. Like Angelo in canon; fully immobile, but sort of immortal. /till you destroy the body I guess...

Formaggio’s size is constantly fluctuating, not always proportionately consistent.

Illuso... doesn't exist outside of mirrors. He can still communicate to those on the other side, and pull them in, but can't leave, himself. He works similarly to Yoshihiro Kira; ig seal the mirror, you seal him.

Prosciutto has so many eyes. Just all over, so so many. Somewhat shriveled up from the waist down.

Pesci has a fishing pole arm I guess...

Melone is some sort of... digital-ish cyborg thing. The Babyface kids are the same though

Ghiaccio is essentially fused with his suit, with the weak spot in the back of his neck frozen over. It’s actually like the mane of a lion, but ice; he can’t turn his head at all, speaking is near impossible, and eating is a struggle as well. The white album fight reveals a lot:

Due to literally being plants, Giorno has to revert back to Haruno or risk serious danger. This is the first time he’s come out; they knew he existed (he was mentioned in passing) but they weren't sure if he was alive or dead. When he can take his plants form again, it’s... kind of horrifying. Roots and vines coming out of his body, wrapping around him...

Risotto is basically a living Metallica colony. Take risotto, make every 5x5 pixels a metallica bean, there you go that’s him.

Squalo... Sharkboy

Tiziano looks fine, but his mouth is all wrong. Tongues like a starfish.

Secco... mud? Mudman?

Cioccolata looks like a zombie, moldy and decomposed an shit.

Diavolo and Doppio are... basically, literally, just King Crimson and Epitaph. They can apparently switch places? Maybe

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