#((Using the flowers for each msa person))

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Where she expected there to be the familiar colors of blue and white were replaced with silver and orange. This was a strange turn of events. Her nightmares usually had some hint of memory added to it, even if played out the same, or twisted in some manner. If that was the case, then why was it different? To mess with her head? To present her with something she would not expect?

Stone could still be felt under her feet, but smoother than the surfaces of Icecrown… or really most places in Northrend for that matter. The orange glow seemed to throw off her sense of placement as well. The silver was metal… but not the harsh, dark spires of the Citadel. Intricate carved stone structures… the metal a decorative touch rather than the foundation. Red and orange banners hung along the tall buildings, the orange coming from the walkways around her.

Ironforge? Why here?

Nothing ever tied her back to this place. She came for short periods of time after everything was said and done, the dwarves masters of the metal craft… and natural masters to gather ore and materials. Granted, the Ebon Blade already had their own means to gather, but she couldn’t always rely on their works… not when her head had been such a mess trying to figure out rights and wrongs.

Strength… weakness… all of it was subjective… trying to undo the damage done seemed impossible… at least until he came along.

Quiet surrounded her as she walked, the usual busy ‘streets’ of the mighty city empty. Of course they would be empty in her own head. No doubt if anyone was here, they’d never take their eyes off her. It was as if anyone could see through the mask, knowing that she was one of the ones serving under the King… not the Highlord.

She’d wandered through one of the tunnels leading to the central room, lava pouring down from the peaks to the heart of the mountain. She’d chanced a glance to where the molten material sank, passageways along the metal wall to keep the lava from rising any higher.

Eyes narrowed for a brief moment. Something caught her eye… something of a muted gold.

There! Hidden among the river was a flat surface, stone clinging to the bottom, unmoving against the molten heat and waves. It looked big enough to fit someone standing along the surface… but that’s not what struck her. To the far side of the surface was a golden flower with dark orange accented petals. It looked somewhat like a sunflower…

But how was it growing there? The heat didn’t seem to burn it… and the lack of soil did nothing to hinder its growth…

Even though no one appeared to be around, her gaze still shifted from side to side. No one… of course… Hands moved to her side, runeblades hanging at her hips. One hand gripped the blade, as the other helped to throw herself over the side of the barrier. The heat grew the closer she fell, free hand moving below her.

A platform to catch her fall, the blade to slow her descent.

And now only a jump away from the tiny thing.

Feet landed against the stone, kneeling in front of the flower. She hadn’t noticed it from a distance, but the petals closer to the lava were starting to wilt. Damaged… but still alive… like her in a way. Against such impossible odds… but how? It didn’t make any sense…

The heat sank into her fur, bringing her rear down to sit. Her hands cupped around the flower, one finger gently moving over a petal. A gentle voice seemed to come from the center, “Hardships are around all of us. How do you handle the heat?”

She blinked, head lowering, “Endure… always endure…” Endure… Endure…

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Salena blinked, her face full of a singular color. It was so strange… to not be trapped in a nightmare for a change. But how… she had taken no potion, and frankly she hadn’t recalled even falling asleep. Had the sleepless nights finally caught up with her once more? She tried to wrap her brain around what she could remember.

Arthur… right she had been visiting him… from there, so much just seemed a blur. Had she ended up passing out on him?

Her head rose, noticing the color in front of her face was of some kind of fabric. Pushing herself up to sit, she found herself along a couch. Was this Arthur’s? She’d seen his place before, but never got the chance to see much of his home. That would be an invasion of his privacy. Granted… she had kind of come in without his permission before, but that was more out of worry than her own curiosity.

A voice gained her attention. Was that Arthur’s? Tiredness seemed to still grip her eyes. She could see his blond hair forming, dark along the chest? Yeah, that had to be him. Was he telling her to rest?

Rest… it seemed like that never came to her…

But maybe just this once…

She laid back down along the couch, closing her eyes. Her chest began a slow rise and fall. For once, she looked forward to the heat in her head rather than the bitter cold.

[devilgem-archive]

heya!! do you mind if i ask a bit abt ur kyokoswap au?? if u dont wanna thats fine but any info/hcs u have abt it wld be cool bc the au seems rlly neat!! tho again if u dont wanna def no pressure ^^; have a wonderful day!! :D

VIBRATES EXCITEDLY i’ve been waiting 50 years for someone to ask about this!!!!!kyoko magica is one my oldest and most developed aus, i’m more than happy to answer this!

aside from minor adjustments to better fit each character’s arc, the story itself follows canon’s exactly! starts with kyoko having a dream about mami, ends with mami tearing apart kyokami in a new world. ofc a lot of the girls’ original traits remain in tact. kyoko is more like her pre-tds self, kind but ditzy and reckless, mami retains her ladylike grace, homura her overprotectiveness and so on…i always prefer leaving aspects that makes characters…themselves in swap aus if u get me? or maybe that’s just me

KYOKO

swaps with madoka. madokyoko or kyokami, as i like to call her!

a simple christian girl with a plain, ordinary life. kyoko had everything she could ever ask for: a loving family, supportive friends, amazing teachers- just everything! all of that changed when she meets a mysterious blonde girl in a post-apocalyptic setting in a dream…and that very same girl appears in her life the very next day!

while she has a kind heart, she is known to be fiery and unreasonable at times. this temper was usually displayed in heated confrontations with mami

the sakuras used to be rather poor. their financial status improved when the akemis stepped in to assist them, and the two families had forged a close bond ever since

eating is practically her hobby. still hates wasting food and will call out anyone who does so

is a d@ddy’s girl through and through. her father is wise and caring, so she often seeks him out for advice

her wish varies from time to time. in the first timeline she wished to save a cat she named Amy, while others had to do with wishing one or all of her friends back or to be able to defeat walpurgisnacht etc. her final wish was to erase all witches from the past,present and future with her own hands, which caused her to ascend to godhood and leave no trace of her existence in the new world.

kyokami felt lonely when she first realized she had no way to get in touch with her loved ones on earth. it felt even strange to be god herself…she’d always been a girl of faith yknow? she eventually embraced her fate as the composer of the universe, and is perfectly happy in bring salvation to magical girls all over the globe.

ophelia is the witch of abandonment. unlike gretchen, who desires to save the world, ophelia wants to destroy it. kyoko’s faith in humanity died the second ophelia was born…and the all-powerful wudan witch stops at nothing until this cold and cruel world is nothing more than barren wasteland

MAMI

switches with homura! her nickname is homumami, but she’s usually mamicifer to me

i like to call her moemami (or moemi???) in her ‘moe’ phase

was orphaned at the age of 6 when a fatal car crash killed her parents and left her paralyzed from waist down. the hospital had practically been her home since, until she was officially discharged yeaaaaars later

used to wear her hair in drilled pigtails, complete with colorful flower clips that surprisingly correspond to her future friends’ colors. in later timelines she would let her hair down and replace the childish clips with her signature bronze ones.

used to be wheelchair bound before contracting. learned to utilize her healing powers so she could walk again; she used crutches and ribbons to assist her during the early timelines. in later timelines, she fully healed her injured spine the same time she changed her personality

she had a big crush on sayaka in the past…something she’d rather forget. it still flusters her

her wish ofc was to redo her meeting with kyoko sakura

her birthday falls on may 1st. more abt it here

mami has a major sweet tooth.

candeloro is a miserable witch, literally shackled with chains of despair, forever alone in this nightmarish prison- her eternal pity party. although she comes off as aloof at first, her true nature warm and inviting, almost needy even.

she has her own set of ‘clara dolls,’ known as delightful dolls. there’s four of them, each resembling the girls of the quartet but represent the hostess’/mami’s worst aspects: vexation (kyoko), disgust (madoka), cruelty (sayaka) and love (homura)– the youngest doll is the least favorite and looks suspiciously a lot like the good-for-nothing’s dolls (see sayamura for the answer)

HOMURA

switches with sayaka. i lovingly dub her sayamura

was kyoko’s friend from childhood. they attended the same catholic elementary school together before mitakihara middle school.

sported her ‘moe’ appearance pre-contract. after making her wish, she ditched the braids and glasses in order to look ‘cooler’ (@ which kyoko wld say she always looked cool in her eyes

kyoko had been her knight in shining armor for as long as she could remember, and homura really wants to repay that by protecting her as well! she is also hella gay for her bff 

her wish was to have the strength to protect others

her shield is very similar to the one seen in the original madoka manga, though it lacks the hammerspace storage. her firearms are formed via magic

her desire for kyoko, self loathing and jealousy are big big factors to her inevitable demise.

homulilly here is a mix of her nutcracker and mortal world forms. each and every one of the clara dolls still exist along with lotte, luiselotte, liese and lillia.

love is in fact, one of homura’s dolls; because homura and mami cherish the same person deeply, their feelings intertwined and therefore ‘share’ ai. post-rebellion, ai continues to pose as one of the delightful dolls and attempts to revive homura’s memories behind mamicifer’s back

SAYAKA

switches with mami. her nickname is mamisayaka here!

ghost and lonely are big inspos,esp for oktavia

came from a rather well off family, so she never really needed to worry about provisions when she was left on her own. still, all the money in the world could never fill the gaping hole in her lonely heart

knows how to play the violin

her parents and kyousuke and hitomi all perished when a theater collapsed on itself. old wounds reopened when madoka left her to live life her own way

is the ideal big sis! cheerful, sporty and has good grades…For A Sayaka. beneath the facade she’s a depressed slob who doesnt take care of herself as much as she should. its oke as long as she hides it all with a smile :)

oktavia von seckendorff is very highkey based off lewis msa; deadbeat-esque familiars, an abandoned mansion/concert hall labyrinth and a disembodied glass heart, which sits at the very bottom of her lagoon- that kind stuff. those she falls in love with, whether romantically or platonically, are never to leave her- she wont be alone, never again. one condition must be fulfilled in order to kill her successfully: stay. if she’s truly feels content, she will accept death without fail.

MADOKA

swaps with kyoko. kyodoka has a nice ring, doesnt it?

used to be exactly like the sweet and well-meaning canon!madoka in the past, a key difference was she would resort to stealing and breaking other rules to keep herself and her parents and little brother alive.

her mother was a businesswoman who wanted to take a more innovative approach to her work. alas, this would cost junko her entire career and the kaname family became penniless

madoka wished for her mother’s dream project to become reality. just as ur familiar with canon!kyoko’s story, it backfired horribly. disowned from her family, her mother became an alcoholic, dad gets pushed around and baby tatsuya doesnt understand whats going on. days later…press f for the kanames and madoka’s broken heart.

is vile, absolutely vile. can be sweet in one moment then violent and emotionally manipulative in the next like the two-faced bitch she is

rarely uses honorifics to address people anymore, unless she’s playing sweet to get something out of someone. uses ‘-chan/kun/san’ for those she sincerely cares for; she didn’t call homura ‘-chan’ before she began sympathizing with the latter

has a minor problem with booze and tobacco, namely the latter.

she loves loves loves melons!

knowing the value of being frugal, madoka hates wasting things that could be put to better use. she can be kind of a cheapskate in some sense, though she's sane enough to avoid resorting to ridiculous extremities.

kriemhild gretchen is exact the opposite of canon!ophelia. this towering witch continues oh so obsessively reaching for what she cannot; that one faraway glimmer of hope sitting at the endless skies of her labyrinth she calls paradise. shes stubborn as all hell, and will not let herself be destroyed UNLESS one convinces her the world is already a happy place in no need of saving

NAGISA

nagisa is nagisa.

the same charlotte that ate mamisayaka’s head is now a bapy that lives with her post-rebellion

her wish remains the same: to have one last cheesecake with her mother

not much to say here

thats all i can remember from the top of my head! if you want me to elaborate further, pls ask me @mahoutrauma!! 

[layaltheblogger2019]

What is something vexing that you're currently wrestling with?

A sudden departure

A look at the words I wasn’t able to write

I wanted to write a blogpost to commemorate Aliza Akhtar and try to have it posted on the blogs, but it was a lot harder than it sounded. The words did not want to come out. The ink did not want to spill out onto the page to make it real.

The following are actual snippets I wrote at varying points after we got the news of her passing. They’ve only been lightly edited for clarity.

Attempt #1

Dear Aliza,

You're no longer with us, apart from that I don't know what to say. There's now a gaping hole in my life. It doesn't make sense? Like how? You're THE course 6. The desi queen. You were gonna go to Spain. I don't understand, like how can everything just stop like that. I don't believe it Aliza. I cannot understand, everything is numb.

Remember when you left? We hugged for so long, you hugged me so tightly.

I'd hoped that the next time I'd be in Jersey I'd see you and your family. Now, I'll just be seeing your family.

I don't believe it to the point that everytime I read condolences in the MSA chat it hits me all over again. Because it makes it real.

Your Hanu cried so much for you Aliza. There was so much love inside of her for you, she misses you so much. She keeps remembering things, and laughing and smiling, then crying because you're no longer here. It's so heartbreaking. I'm holding her hand for you.

I've never seen Samar cry, and it hurts to see her. She misses you so much, she keeps making prayers for you, the moment I walked on to 2E she held me and kept making prayers, she loved you so much.

  Attempt #2

The one thing I keep asking myself is "what does that mean?" What does it mean that the brightest ray of sunshine no longer exists?

I start this out with a picture.

A smile from one of the most beautiful souls I've ever met.

Meet Aliza Akhtar.

Aliza’s older sister, Sameen: "Do the things she never got to do Be a strong independent women for her."

  Attempt #3

Like a flower bursting with color, A beauty unlike any other Like her beautiful flower earrings from Mexico Where she spent a month.

You'll never really know her if you've never met her She's the kind of special person, you'll hear stories about her that sound like fairytales

  Attempt #4

Last week ago today, one of my closest friends at MIT, Aliza Akhtar, passed away in a car accident. She was a strong, independent woman who really did it all.

I wish I could explain what it felt like to be loved by her. To be around her. She wasn't just anybody, she was Aliza Akhtar, desi queen, master programmer, MSA publicity chair, Mickey Singh fangirl, dependable and always down to have a good time, most likely to change the world, a take the risk or lose the chance kind of person. Everyone who met her loved her. I never had a big sister before, and she was the closest thing I had to one.

Aliza was going to change the world, those of us who knew her knew that.

  Attempt #5

Last week ago today, one of my closest friends at MIT, Aliza Akhtar, passed away in a car accident.

Aliza was the kind of person you'd wish and hope to meet at least once in your life, she was bright, happy, she was a ray of sunshine with the purest heart. Her soul was so beautiful. Sometimes you just meet those people that are literally angels, who are too good for this world. Aliza was that person.

The night before Aliza left MIT to go home, we went to Maseeh for food and on our back the weather was so nice, the moon was out, Aliza suggested we sit and enjoy it. And we did. We sat on the sidewalk right by the bike storage in between Maseeh and McCormick with Faran and Sonia 2.0 (the electric scooter). And it was magical. I had a final to study for that they both insisted I should leave to do. But I couldn't leave and I didn't for quite a while. It's like God knew and gave me more time.

When we said goodbye, we hugged so tightly in the lobby and for so long. I had never had her hug me so hard. And she kept telling me to enjoy my summer, and I told her to enjoy hers. And we just kept doing that in the lobby for 5 minutes. And when she left she turned, looked through the glass, waved, and that's the last time I ever saw her.

I wish I could explain what it felt like to be loved by her. To be around her. She wasn't just anybody, she was Aliza Akhtar, desi queen, master programmer, MSA exec member, always down to have a good time, the greatest and purest person ever. I don't want Aliza to be forgotten, because that just means she dies twice. She doesn't deserve that. She deserves more than I could ever give her.

Attempt #6

I shoveled dirt into her grave.

The happy people I spent time with at MIT, in the dining hall, in the BLR, in the infinite, I never expected to stand with all of them in the graveyard.

In the car, Haniya slept on my shoulder, holding my hand. She held Samar's hand in parallel.

I opened Snapchat and saw an unopened story. From her. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tapped it, welcomed by Baskin Robin's and an unfamiliar smile. 15 hours ago...which seemed very close to the time it happened. She was probably driving home from there...

We all realized it.

Once we get to the graveyard, just on time, we get out of the car in a pack. I won't ever forget Wasay emotionally collapsing in front of me, into Baraa. It was such a long car ride, he had to keep going strong while driving, he grieved.

We barely recognized her, and her the same but our shared grief gave us a momentary clarity. It was the mother of the family friends. She told us what had happened. Driving home in the dark in two separate cars. Worry when Aliza's car doesn't return. Steps retraced and ambulances are found. A drive to the hospital. They are frantic, finding out that her sister is hurt but will be okay. And that Aliza is not.

And we cry as we walk, grasping onto each other. Trying to hold on.

I saw their faces as the casket was retrieved. Cries and whimpers and pain. I saw Sameen, and for a moment in her I saw Aliza. I saw Aliza crying. And I wondered then who was really wrapped up in those white sheets. A mistake must have been made. There was no way the casket being lifted up was hers. And the dirt just started piling. And it began to cover her. And she was 6 feet below me, so far down. And the imam from her mosque was so annoyingly persistent. So nonchalant and a little aggressive. And in the moment I wondered how he'd be acting if it was his son or daughter being buried.

  Attempt #7

Aliza's death hurts me in new ways every time I really sit and think about it. I really, really miss her. Sometimes I text her on Messenger hoping this has all been some mistake and she'll reply. But she doesn't reply. The last thing she texted me was that she loves me and misses me. I love her and miss her too. She won't be coming back next semester, that's a fact, and I didn't believe it at first but the fog is starting to clear. I feel like so many people have moved on already, and so quickly too. I haven't. I don't know if I ever will. I wish I could talk to someone, but I don't know if anyone wants to be reminded of the pain.

At her burial when everyone was sobbing, I looked up at her family and did a double take because when I saw her older sister crying, I saw Aliza crying. And for a moment then I wondered if maybe the body being carried over to the 6-foot deep hole wasn't Aliza, but someone else. It was so surreal. That whole day was too surreal. I still remember so much of it, the seconds passed so slowly. I sat in a car for 6 hours sweating and crying and wondering how it was possible to have so much bodily fluid exiting my body at the same time. I threw dirt into her grave, I helped bury her. I saw my friends at their lowest, I saw them in agony, faces warped into shapes I've never seen, I saw them in ways I never expected to. I'm still hurting. A little more than a month later and it feels like I just got the news last week.

I miss you Aliza. I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing you.

I will hear your laughter in McCormick. I will see your shadow in the Infinite. I will remember you in the simplest of moments for the rest of my life and wish you were still here.

Please consider donating to charity on Aliza’s behalf here: https://tinyurl.com/AlizasCharities

[thepowerofblackwomen]

​WHAT 8 BLACK MODELS WANT YOU TO KNOW ABOUT WORKING IN THE FASHION INDUSTRY

Khoudia Diop, 19, The Colored Girl

I grew up in Senegal, where more than 50 percent of the women bleach their skin, and skin bleaching is a huge deal. I grew up seeing my cousins and my aunts using it. My cousin pressured me and they wanted me to use skin bleaching products but my sister said you're not using it because a lot of them experience the damages [from it]. I wanted to use it at a point, not going to lie, and I felt really ashamed of being dark, but my sister would always show me pictures of dark skin models, there weren't a lot, but she would show me pictures of dark skin models and say "this is not a bad thing and your skin is not a thing you have to change. It's unique and beautiful and you have to learn to know things you like about yourself and celebrate them.

Mominatu Boog, 21, G Models PR

I am very dark but I am very soft and feminine and I don't really feel like there is a lot of that in the dark skin market. Stop trying to make us out to seem like we are these animals. I feel like in the industry when it comes to dark skinned women they always make us out to be these aggressors and these angry people when we're not. I don't have to shave my head to be a model. I don't have to look like I am going to bark at you to be a model. I like flowers. I like perfume. I like sweet stuff.

Gia Oteto, 22, Omit

I have pretty big lips so I feel like that's where people's eyes go to. It makes me feel like that's the only thing people see from me is my lips. It's always been uncomfortable. [When] shooting they see the lips and say let's do a pop of green and it gets uncomfortable, sometimes because not every dark girl with big lips can rock a lime green. A lot of places I used to work would say to me "let's do yellow eye shadow and like a lime green on her lips because they're so beautiful." I feel like they don't notice that we can rock that color sometimes but we can also rock a nude and look amazing. And I look like a duck sometimes. I can't wear this bright pink lipstick for every shoot.

Tatiana Elizabeth, 22, MSA models

I remember one time getting my full face of makeup done and I look in the mirror and it's a completely wrong shade and I am like, What the heck, you're a makeup artist I don't understand how you don't understand how to do all types of skin tones not just one. I have had multiple experiences where I am like this is not how I am supposed to look. Sometimes they'll use lighter shades or darker shades. I think [some makeup artists] just don't understand how to do it, so they try to compromise and try to mix and match and make things instead of just having the correct shades because they're available, but they just don't have them. At this point, I don't even say anything anymore, I'll just go into the bathroom and fix it myself. I'll come out and they'll say "OMG you look amazing" and I am like "yeah because I did it myself." It is annoying that I have to go through that and at first I was scared to make those adjustments but at the end of the day I am my own brand and I don't want to put work out there, whether it's with a client or for myself, because it's me, my image—it's not the makeup artist it's not anyone, it's me so I need to make sure that it's on point.

Grace Mahary, 27, IMG Models

It means the world to me to be able to embrace my culture and my traditions because for so long I was embarrassed about it and I wanted to assimilate. Now I see trends in beauty and fashion that are similar to or have origins from my tradition and my culture in Eritrea. [But] I think cultural appropriation is a really relevant topic right now. I feel like every idea or every creation comes from some type of copying or image you have seen already so I think it's about intention and how genuine you are coming off and what you're trying to say or present with your message. I am Eritrean, I am Canadian and I am a woman—[that's my message].

Kamie Crawford, 24, JAG Models

I once had a job where the client was so nice, the shoot was long and the rate wasn't amazing, but I wanted to do it regardless. I got there and the hairstylist was Australian. She went in to do my hair and she kept referring to my hair as an afro and my hair was straight this day. She was like "OMG this afro!" and I was like, what the hell are you talking about and she kept referring to my edges as afro bits. In a negative way. [She said] "Omg your afro bits I just can't get them." It was taking so long to do my hair, the client asked what's going on, we are not on schedule, and she said her afro bits are too difficult for me to do them, I am trying to get them straight. Basically she was blaming it on me and making it seem like my hair and I were the problem but it wasn't me. My hair was straight but she just didn't know how to do it. Of course, it's offensive but I can't cuss her out and do my job at the same time. These microaggressions add up being a woman of color and others models who aren't of women of color don't have to face it.

Ashley Chew, 25, retired

Even though I am lighter toned with green eyes, I understand that privilege, but with me its been a battle of my hair. Is it on trend? They'll ask me to straighten it or they'll say we already have a girl that looks like you even though there is 10 other blondes in the room. My issue is because I am fair toned I shouldn't be the darkest thing in the room, if I look around and see that I am the darkest person in the room with ethnic hair then there is a problem. Even in the black hair care casting white directors will ask for a black girl then I show up and they're like, "No, we want a black girl," and that's happened plenty of times. It's almost like being too light for the black castings and being too dark for regular casting.

Diandra Forrest, 27, Krush Model Management

People are curious about why I look the way I do. I have very full lips and I remember going to Paris and every casting director that I met was like "did you get your lips done?" And I am like what why did everyone think I got my lips done? Well, they didn't know I am black girl. I have a strong nose and I remember people suggesting that if I were to get my nose done I would get more work and I was just baffled. I love my nose and I don't want to lose that part of me. To each its own, if you want to change the way you look to fit into society more or if it's something you want to do to make yourself feel better then fine but I don't think you should suggest to people what they should do because you don't completely agree with their look. There shouldn't just be one standard type of model. Beauty is diverse.

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