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revchainsaw · 4 years ago

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The Crow (1994)

Alright Cult of Cult. Do I really need to introduce this one? Let's get all 90s and gothy and maybe brace ourselves for a bit of cringe, but like in a fun way. It's the Holy Grail of Hot Topic, 1994's the Crow Starring Brandon Lee.

Sermon

Apparently before the auto industry totally crashed Detroit was already a total fucked to death pile of burning shit, or at least that's what the crow would have you believe. Sorry Bruce Campbell, and other people from Detroit, but mostly Bruce Campbell. According to the Crow the city of Detroit is the kind of place where gangs of warlock anarchist arsonists will bomb buildings, and murder and rape whoever they feel like and then walk around bragging about it the next day with absolutely zero consequences. Funny then that if Detroit was so bad they had to go to film this movie in Wilmington North Carolina which is definitely a fucked to death pile of burning shit. I can say that, I'm from there and I got the fuck out. My brother is going to kill me if he ever reads this. (It's okay, these are all jokes people). Did you know they also filmed the Super Mario Bros movie there ... also cuz they needed a really shitty looking distopia. Moving on ...

The ludicrous criminality of the Crow's Detroit is particularly on display on Halloween. In Detroit (apparently) Halloween is known as Devils Night and it's legitimately just a night of pure lawlessness and chaos and kids aren't even safe to get candy, except later when we do see trick or treaters. Eric Draven, hunky goth rocker who sort of looks like he could be Bruce Lee's Kid and his fiance are murdered by a gang of vicious criminals. One year hence, Eric is resurrected by a mystical crow (that is actually a Raven), to exact his revenge on the gang that murdered him.

He paints his face like sad Alice Cooper and refuses to listen to Joy Division, just covers. He murders Tin Tin (a knife guy) just for his long gothy duster, he murders Fun Boy and forcibly ejects heroine from her arms and tells her "Go be a good mom now" which actually works. (have I told you about our Lord and Savior Sting? He gave me the strength to get off drugs), he blows T Bird up dick first, and then comes for Skab? Scraap? Scooby? in a meeting of all of Detroits villains and just about kills them all.

He is supported by the most 90s little girl to have ever graced the screen, and I am here for it, and Officer Albrecht, who's played by Ernie Hudson but I like to call him Zeddemore: The Most Underrated Ghostbuster. The leader of the bad guys, who I cannot beleive wasn't played by Brad Dourif or Tom Waits, is pretty interested in the occult. He keeps his witchy girlfriend around and she makes him fun dishes like smoked eyeballs, and her main use is that she knows that the Crow is the Crows weakness. They set Tony Fucking Todd on the bird, and I guess you just have to hurt the bird and not kill it, and Eric loses his healing factor and other macabre undead powers.

The Crow, Jimmy the Raven, pecks out Dr. Girlfriends eyeballs, I honestly forget how Tony Todd gets offed, and Top Dollar gets Gargoyled (that is impaled on a gargoyle). Funnily enough that is more Gargoyle related impaling on screen then in the actual movie Gargoyle: Wings of Darkness where a Gargoyle is supposed to have impaled a guy.

The Benediction

Best Feature: Injustice League

In the Crow we have not only a set of super memorable villains but they are played by the bad guy all stars. John Polito as the most lowly of the bad guys as a kind of sleazy pawn shop owner who buys ill gotten gains. Tony Todd, who's size is really on display here, the freaking Candy Man is in this movie. T Bird is the head of Top Dollars goons and is played by David Patrick Kelly, you might know as the "Warriors Come Out and Play!!" bottle guy from the Warriors, or as Jimmy Horne from Twin Peaks, and of course Top Dollar himself is played by Michael Wincott. Wincott is not a particularly celebrated actor but has played villains effectively in Robin Hood, the Three Musketeers, and Dead Man.

Best Set Piece: Detroit Style Hot Dogs

The Set design of the Crow is perhaps one of it's most fantastic features. It's very moody and ethereal. It's just real enough to not take you out of the film, but fantastic enough to set mood and theme above realism. From Eric Draven's apartment, to the church where the final battle occurs they are all fantastic. I think that's why I really wanted to shine the spot light on a very minor set piece that would get nary a mention but just as effectively represents the qualities I was just talking about and that is the Maxi Doggs Hot Dog Stand, where a lot of the films exposition for audience surrogates takes place.

Worst Effect: Freeze Frame

At a few points in the movie the film makers made a strange decision to do these freeze frame transitions. I only noticed it twice in the movie where it was particularly stupid. I'm sure the film makers at the time thought it was a moody and atmospheric choice that highlighted the suffering that Eric Draven was going through, but it didn't age well. If you don't have the sensibilities of a goth girl from 1994 then it's very very hard not to laugh at just how self involved the movie is about it's super sadness.

Worst Feature: Tragic Accident

Solely based on the film itself, it is that very gothic and dated sensibility that hurts the Crow. The little sarcastic dance he does when he flees the police, quoting Edgar Allen Poe, and bowing to Albrecht. These affected behaviors that I'm sure seemed snarky and right on to the target audience only serve to make Eric Draven seem like an unbearable neck beard edgelord and not the troubled dark soul he's supposed to be. I'm sure at the time it seemed unique and gothy but that shit went out of style for good reason, people could see through it. It's a shame that the Crow himself was some of the cringiest parts of this movie now that I'm seeing it as an adult and not a 13 year old middle class boy with no real problems.

This however is not the low point of the movie. It's not news now and if you're reading some dudes review of The Crow on Tumblr then you probably already know the story. The worst thing about The Crow is that Brandon Lee was horrifically killed on set while filming this movie due to some negligible prop malfunctions. A series of unfortunate events that lead to the actor spending 6 hours in surgery fighting for his life before eventually passing. It was not a quick or painless death and it's really impossible to watch the movie without an appreciation for the fact that this kind of fun dark adventure was going to be a vehicle for Brandon Lee's career wound up taking his life. He was 28. I really wish I could have just bitched about the goofy goth stuff and moved on, but that's not the world we live in.

Best Effect: The Gargoyling

Maybe I should have called this best kill. But I'm not sure which it is. The slaying of Top Dollar at the Climax of the film was just super effective. The pointed wings impaling his chest and that horn coming out of his mouth, it was morbid and excellent and just fit the tone of the movie perfectly. I mean how many other movies can you say Cause of Death: Impaled on a Gargoyle.

Best Bird: The Raven

I tried very hard to look up the name of the bird that primarily performed in this movie and could not find anything. There was a Raven once upon a time called Jimmy the Raven, but that was in the 50s and I don't think birds live that long. There was a team of Ravens performing as the crow, they were chosen over crows for their larger size, and more imposing silhouettes. I just think it's so wonderful to see these often maligned birds get a chance to show off their talents. Corvids of all kinds are incredibly intelligent creatures. Im a sucker for animals, if you haven't already figured that out. I really liked seeing the ravens hit their marks, particularly the one whos job it was to drop the wedding ring into Sarah's hand at the end of the film. You can see that greedy little bastard do his trick and then look of camera at his trainer like "treat please!". It's very cute.

Best Actor: Top Dollar Performance

I'd love to take this opportunity to just put praise upon Brandon Lee, he truly gave everything for this role, but unfortunately with what was put to film we actually have very few character moments with Eric Draven. Stuff happens to him, and he does killings and fights. There's definitely some personality, but I felt like I walked away knowing almost nothing about who Eric Draven was. He was clearly a good dude but that and a few hobbies and a relationship and you don't really have a character yet. He's unfortunately not given a lot of acting to do, instead just relegated to stunts and action sequences. That were notably cool.

The bad guys in the Crow have a lot more character and among this who's who of character actors, Michael Wincott takes the cake. Hell he was standing next to Candyman himself, Tony Todd and still stealing the scenes.

Best Character: A Few Good Apples

Is the best character in The Crow really going to be the cop? The commissioner Gordon stand in? yeah, it is. Not to be political, but I don't like cops, but I guess in a world with magical birds and eyeball smoking I can suspend my disbelief and let Ernie Hudson be #1 cop dad. His character is really the heart of the film, since all Eric can do is brood and fight, we have to care about someone in this movie.

Best Sequence: Halloween Party

The best sequence of the movie is of course the scene where Eric Draven busts in on the Devil's Night party planning commission. I think Top Dollar brought Scrappy Doo there just so he could lure out the crow, knowing the baddest assholes in all of Detroit would be gathered it was likely that somebody was going to kill the beast, or if they couldn't at least Top Dollar could get a feel for his enemy. It's a bullet flying action sequence with a ton of weight. I can't put my finger on this all to common weightless third act problem that big budget super hero and action flicks have nowadays, but whatever that issue is, the Crow does not have that issue. From this point on the Climax feels earned and I am invested. For that reason, The Crow is honestly better in spite of its awkwardness, than many of the super hero movies out today.

Worst Sequence: My Guitar Gently Weeps

Speaking of brooding or fighting. The best sequence was fighting, the worst is brooding. I get that Eric was in a band or something, but didn't he have shit to do. It seemed like it was a cool idea for a shot, but for like a whole seen, watching somebody play an 80s guitar solo, that stood out so brazenly from the choices of music in the rest of the movie was extra corny. It felt like someone's( dad trying to relate to their kid. Oh you like Music. The Dresden Dolls eh? Oh man, then you're going to love Slash's Snake Pit!

Summary

The Crow is dated. It is iconic but I wonder how many of the people that hang that poster on the wall have watched that movie since they were kids. It's interesting how what i've liked and disliked about this film have changed so much sense I was a kid. It's a cheeseball fiesta. If you have matured at all beyond thinking that being sad is the same as being deep then you're going to like it a little less than you did when you were younger, but it is still solid. There's not much to hate on. I'd watch it over and over again. I was really afraid it would not hold up at all, but returning to The Crow was a completely positive experience.

Overall Grade: B

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datorchoe · 5 years ago

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TES Hero’s

Bruh I’ve never written this much in my life. This is a description of all my main TES ocs from ESO, Morrowind, Oblivion, Legends, Blades, and Skyrim. Read all under the cut :)

Vestige

Cahira Stegan - Breton, 21 years old, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes

- Cahira was born to a small family in a village called Krratch in western High Rock. Her family wasn’t able to take care of her so they married her off to the Kings son, Tan, when she was 14. She is a prodigy with a great sword, being the one of the strongest people in the village at only 16.

- She is 21 when ESO kicks off. Manimarco attacked Krratch and she gave her soul in turn that way he doesn’t decimate the village. She looses all memories when Manimarco takes her soul.

- Cahira is the strongest of all of the characters on this list. In addition to being a master great sword wielder, when she defeats Molag Bal, she keeps the Aedric powers she is given by the Amulet of Kings.

- After about a year of adventuring & training with her Aedric powers, she has fought and defeated about half of the Daedric Princes shes come across, including Molag Bal, Clavicus Vile, Vaermina & Mehrunes Dagon. After defeating so many Daedric Princes, Cahira absorbs a ton of Daedric energy, and becomes immortal.

- (One thing I did change lore-wise is that Darien doesn’t disappear for a while after Coldharbour so he travels with Cahira for quite a while.)

- Cahira is mother to 5 children. Her first child is named Garbashur. He is an orc that she adopted when she was 14 and living in Krratch. Her next child is a breton named Dynar Gautier, which she had with Darien. Sadly, he never got to meet his son, but after news of her pregnancy, she retired to Camlorn after General Gautier offered to help her raise Dynar. He is named after the Ayleid king from The Hollow City. Her next child is a half-breton half-redguard named Maya, who she bore with Merric at-Aswala who she married after 3 years in retirement. The next two children are half breton half orc half, well, Daedra. Agroh is the older child, and Motkh is the younger child of the Daedric Prince Malacath who Cahira consorts with after her and Merric divorce.

Nervarine

Montague Tesari - Altmer, 718 years old, gold skin, gold hair, green eyes.

- Montague was born in the Summerset Isles in the second era. His biological parents couldn’t take care of him, so they gave him to a family of Bretons living in the Isles, hence his name.

- Monatgue has very few responsibilities he actually cares about. His biggest priority is his son, Denken, who is a half-altmer half-dunmer. His ex wife, Neryn, divorced him 5 years after their son’s birth because he couldn’t keep a stable job. Despite his fathers absence, Denken has nothing but love for his father and vise versa. They sent letters between each other for years until Denken was old enough to go out on his own.

- Monatgue is a very powerful mage. Using mostly Daedric magic, Alteration magic, and Destruction magic. Montague trained with Divayth Fyr for three years after the events of Morrowind. But, it doesn’t last long since Divayth & Montague had a falling out. However, his strongest ability is the ability to commune with animals.

- After spending time with a Hircine cult, he developed a special connection with a lot of animals. This connection is one of the major reasons that Emperor Uriel Septim VII asked Montague to travel to Akavir. As a trusted blade of Uriel, Montague has a lot of political backing to his name. His strength is known and respected by many. This is another reason that Montague was asked to go to Akavir. However, Uriel Septim was assasinated before Montague could return to mainland Tamriel.

- He is still very much alive and kicking during the events of Skyrim. After Uriel Septim’s death, Montague returned to Cloud Ruler Temple to see what was happening. Montague teaches Risiki (HoK) blood magic to help her combat the Mythic Dawn. He also teaches Koraan (LDB) a new shout he learned on Akavir.

Hero of Kvatch

Risiki “R248″ Utherd - Nord, 30 years old, black hair, green eyes

- Risiki was part of an experiment by some scientists who operated out of a cave on the border of Skyrim & Cyrodil. One day when she was eight, she was awoken to the scientist being slaughtered. She runs from the cave and comes apon a small village in the Reach of Skyrim. The villagers turn her away, as she is covered in blood and will only repeat the phrase “R248″. She leaves to the outskirts of the village and meets a man named Urgmard Utherd. Urgmard takes her in and raises her.

- When Risiki was 25, a massive group of bandits comes and attacks the village, killing all of the patrons, including Urgmard. Risiki makes it her lifes work to hunt down and kill all of these bandits. After 5 years, she finally learns the location of the leader, who is posing as a citizen in the Imperial City. She enters the city and slays him once and for all. However, the guards catch her and throw her into prison. Thats how the events of Oblivion kick off.

- Risiki became involved with the Thieves Guild after hearing rumors of Mythic Dawn agents within. She quickly rose to the top and became the Grey Fox. However, after her retirement, she passed the Cowl on to Armand Christophe. She is also the Grand Champion of the Arena, going by the name “The Gatekeeper”

- Risiki’s main weapon is a battle axe, but she was also taught ice magic. After Montague returns from Akavir, he teaches her blood magic, which he believes will be helpful in the fight against the Mythic Dawn.

- Risiki becomes incredibly attached to Martin Septim, seeing as he becomes one of her only friends. Her and Martin had a child named Uria Martin Hassildor. After Martin’s passing, Janus Hassildor takes her under his wing, knowing the pain of loosing the one you love.

- She spent twenty years in Skingrad with Uria before being murdered in The Shivering Isles. Uria went with her mother and got trapped in the Shivering Isles till the events of Skyrim, when Koraan (LDB) rescues her from her suspended time.

Forgotten Hero (Legends)

Carwhien Balfwood - Half-breton half-bosmer, 27 years old, light brown hair, green eyes

- Carwhien comes from a very large bosmer family in Grahtwood. Having 4 half siblings and 17 cousins living under the same roof, she struglled to keep up with her family, being considered the “odd one out” since she was half breton. She never had a good relationship with her father. So when he ran off to join the Thalmor, an organization she deeply despises, her hatred grew more. Eventually, she decided to track him down and make him answer. Being caught snooping around in the Thalmor’s records, they threw her into the Arena with Tyr, the former Blade. This kickstarts the main questline.

- Being bosmer, Carwhien is very agile and light, using mostly daggers. She is also a master of shock and lightning magic. Her bubbly personality and worship of Y’ffre and The Green sometimes makes it hard for her to kill, especially animals. When Tyr and Carwhien encounter the wolves in the woods, she cannot bring herself to kill the wolves and takes one in, naming him Boomie.

- After the main questline takes place, Carwhien returns back to Grahtwood with Tyr, Swims and Laaneth to reunite with her family. They spend a few months there before spliting off. Tyr & Carwhien go to Skyrim and get married and have three kids, Uurfin and Fortar (twin boys), and a girl named Svail.

- They are still alive by the events of Skyrim, when Tyr hears of the Dragonborn’s return, his pride as a former Blade tells him to track down Koraan (LDB) to see what she’s about.

Blades Hero

Holkom at-Muraak - Redguard, 30, Black hair, brown eyes.

- Holkom is a former member of the Blades, who was friends with Tyr, as they were in the organization together. For as long as he can remember, Holkom lived in the small town of ‘Swordbreak’ training with a blade. When he turned 16, he went to Cloud Ruler Temple and joined up with the Blades. After most of the Blades were wiped out, Holkom decided to return home to Swordbreak. The events of the main quest then kicked off.

- Holkom’s main weapon is a greatsword, but being trained by the Blades, he can also use katana’s very well. Holkom has a very “heroic” personality. He enjoys being the center of attention, but would never pull the “people love me” card to flex on anyone. But his massive muscles do flex often.

- After completely rebuilding Swordbreak, Holkom became the new mayor. He then married Sabina Clovia, a breton mage living in Swordbreak. They have two children. An older male named Rhani, and a young girl named Prollie.

- Like Tyr, Holkom was very curious about the new Dragonborn. So, after Tyr met Koraan (LDB), he invited her to Swordbreak to meet Holkom, cause ya gotta look out for your bro’s.

Last Dragonborn

Koraan Buxom - Nord, 24 years old, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes.

- Koraan was born in Cyrodil, close to the border of Skyrim. Her mother is actually a desendant of Risiki’s (HoK) brother, Brarius Velldo. Akatosh thought it would be a funny coincidence. Anyway, Koraan’s parents were doctors in Anvil, and they trained Koraan in medical sciences. At age 10, Koraan’s parents were attacked by vampires. Her mother passed away, and her father became a vampire. However, they were saved by a Khajiit vampire named Raizin, who brought them back to their little vampire sancutary, where Koraan would train for the rest of her life. After many years of being with them, a rival vampire group rose up and killed most of them, including her father. Raizin was kidnapped and sealed away by the other vampires so that he couldn’t fight back. Koraan then ran and spent three years hiding in a cave, living off the bandits that would take refuge there. Afterwards, she went to Skyrim, hoping to find her father. That kicks off the main events of Skyrim.

- Koraan is mostly a restoration mage, however, she is also very adept at telekinisis, being able to hold up the entirety of the College of Winterhold in an effort to keep it steady as it broke off. However, when she first comes to Skyrim, she joins up with the Companions to make some money and begins training with swords. She prefers katana’s but is capable of wielding a greatsword of battleaxe.

- Koraan is the Harbinger of the Companions, but is also the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood. She got mixed up in the Brotherhood before Alduin’s defeat and became Harbinger literally hours before going to defeat Alduin. Being the only doctor in the Companions, she has a lot of work on her back trying to keep them alive. Her passive and patient nature is definetly put to the test.

- Koraan adopts three children in her time in Skyrim. Lucia in Whiterun, Zenneth (a Nord boy based in Falkreath and his dog Paku), and Rylu (a Dunmer boy they found on Sothstiem). She also technically adopts Aventus Arentino, but he begs her to let him stay in Dawnstar with the Dark Brotherhood. A couple of years after Skyrim’s main quest, she marries Farkas and they have two twin girls, Kodlin and Parthurn, and one boy, Jergen.

#The Elder Scrolls #The Elder Scrolls Online #the elder scrolls morrowind #the elder scrolls oblivion #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #Elder Scrolls #TES OC #oc cahira stegan #oc montague tesari #oc risiki utherd #oc carwhien balfwood #oc holkom at-muraak #oc koraan buxom #oc lore

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palettepainter · 5 years ago

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Name: Bellator, God of War Nicknames: /// Gender: Female Occupation: God of War, commander to warrior angels Rank: God Likes: Tea, weaponry craftsmanship, peace and quite, night time, training Dislikes: Disrespectful behaviour, foolishness, stubbornness, flamboyant people Powers: Immense strength and heightened senses, flying, has a roar that can shatter glass, can turn into a lion with wings General bio: The god of War, though not the tallet out of the heaven council, is by far the most strongest and most tactical. She is known as a fearless leader to heavens armies and knowns as a legend for the countless victories she leaded. On first appearance you'd think the fearsome God of War would be a cold hearted, deadpan, serious, no-fun stick in the mud: you're only half right. To those who know Bellator well enough to call her a friend, she is very straight to the point and doesn't tolerate silliness or people who cause disruptions. She isn't one for sugar coating when it comes to delivering news, she gets it out as soon as she can with no fuss, however depending on the circumstances, she'll break the news a little easier. Bellator has a strong sense of justice and is a strong believer in that crimes must be met with a worthy punishment, she is not above giving her students punishments or extra training if she catches them slacking off or she believes they are holding up the rest of the class. While Charleston handles the trainee angels and teaches much more basic training for beginners, Bellator's training is much more extreme and physically exhausting - Bellator would never push a student to the point of them passing out, but she will push them to go beyond their limits to become stronger. Due to her thousands of centuries of living, Bellator is full of knowledge and shares it to her student sin hopes they will become even better. Relationships: Bellator and her son Amica, to most peoples surprise, have a very good mother son bond. Amica was laboured by another female warrior under Bellator, and with the Goddess of Life's magic the child was given Bellator's DNA. Bellator decided it would be safer is another warrior where to labour her child, so that she could continue her training and so it would be less obvious to possible threats that the God of War would be gaining a son or daughter. When Amica was born, he was born with only one wing, a great shock to Bellator - despite this Bellator continued to raise and care for her son, whom despite his disability is just as determined as his mother, and is frequently getting scrapes and bruises when he goes off on his adventures. There bond is very much like Mufasa and Simba - Amica looks up to his mother a lot, and continues to push himself in hopes of becoming something his mother could be proud of. War and Peace are like Yin and Yang, total opposites. Bellator and Angie knew off each other through the heaven council with them both being gods, but other then that the two never had a real bond and didn't actively seek out the other for discussions, and their friendship didn't go beyond their council meetings or the one of two greetings if they passed each other. All this changed however once Amice was born, and when it was discovered he only had one wing. Bellator knew how to care for a young one, but being the god of war, she was no expert, she got nervous when the baby started bawling its eyes out and wasn't sure what to do when it started teething (even more so when he started to use her tail as a chew toy). Bellator seeks out Angie's help, who to Bellator's slight embarrassment offers her some very simple advice she didn't even think of. The two gradually grow closer as Angie assist Bellator in caring for Amica, and the two begin to form a sister bond, with Bellator even becoming something of an Aunt figure to Angie's son Willem. Bellator DOES care for Willem, make no mistake about that, she was a key figure in Willem's life, especially when his father mysteriously vanished. If Bellator hadn't been there in Willem's time of grieving, he might not have been able to find the strength to press on for a better future. It took a lot of pep talks and reassuring hugs, but Bellator I able to pull Willem out of his sad state, and it was on that day that Bellator swore to protect both her sister and her son...However Bellator isn't exactly fond of Willem's rather lazy and care free attitude. She has tried numerous times to try and get Willem into training his powers so that he may become stronger, but no matter how hard she tries it seems that Willem is just no interested. She is not the biggest fan of his puns either, especially when she is trying to concentrate. Despite all this, Bellator does love and care for Willem, and will pull him in for a quick side hug and hair ruffle when no ones looking Bellator is still deciding how she views Jevil, the notorious god of Chaos, whom has been set free to roam heaven as he undergoes his reformation. Bellator is not trusting of Jevil, and most certainly does not trust him with her son, who Jevil likes to hang out with just to toy with Bellator. Bellator is always, ALWAYS, straight to the point with Jevil, not because she hates him, but because she had learnt that being upfront is the best way to communicate with the god. Bellator is still wary of Jevil, and she continues to keep up her guard round him, but she trusts in the councils opinion on setting him free, and she will only intervene if she believes Jevil is going to throw another attack on heaven and its people. She holds his caretaker Ramiel in high respects for simply being able to put up with Jevil, she has told Ramile and Jehovah she will not intervene with this reformation business unless things get out of hand, she trusts Jehovah's decision making, so if Jehovah trusts this Ramiel enough to assig her as Jevil's guardian, then so does she. Bellator also has great respect for his students, and is very proud of them all when they are able to push themselves to become stronger - but obviously she'll step in if she belives a student is pushing themselves too hard. Two of her most impressive warriors are Abel and Tabbriss, she is exceptionally proud how far the two have come, and so the two have earnt her complete and total respect, she trusts and believes in the two enough that she would give them command over a situation if she was unable to lead the charge. Is close friends with Charelston despite what others may think, like herself and Angie their friendship didn't go beyond aquaintances until Bellator helped clean up a wound of Charelston's daughters leg, even cracking a few small jokes Willem had told her (she may not be a huge fan of jokes but she still listens), ever since then Charleston had been much more relaxed around her, seeing that behind her calm, serious face was someone approachable and kind. The two like to discuss training exercises, and Bellator will listen politely as Charleston babbles about his newest teacup set. Bellator really doesn't understand all this british stuff, but she appreciates that it makes Charleston happy, so she listens She and the God of the Moon are on good terms, due to their children getting along herself and moon became acquainted. Bellator is puzzled by the sleepy, ditsy old man, and even to this day wonders how in the world he manages to keep his active daughter in line. Despite Moon being a god Bellator has grown a protective instinct to keep him safe, since Moon will fall asleep at random Bellator sticks around to make sure he is safe until he wakes up. Name: Amica Nicknames: /// Gender: Male Occupation; Son to the God of War, Bellator Rank: Child Likes: Running around, adventures, climbing things, video games, comic books, rolling down grassy hills Dislikes: Overly fancy clothing, having his hair combed Powers: Inhanced strength and senses, can turn into a lion cub, can shatter glass with his roar but hasn't yet achieved this General bio: Compared to his mother, Amice is far more easy going, he's very friendly and approachable, though he takes 100% after his mother when it comes to his sense of adventure and strength. Amica is a rough and tumble kid, he likes to rough house with his mother in his cub form and when he isn't with her he's either with his older cousin Willem or playing with is best friend Star. Amica is determined to become a great warrior like his mother, and strives to make his powers stronger. Due to him being a kid he doesn't fully know his boundaries and how far he can push himself without becoming exhausted, countless times Bellator has found Amica fast asleep in the training arena, though she admires his determination, she does wish he would go a bit easier on himself. Despite not being able to fly, Amica really enjoys watching birds flying or even watching warrior angels practise their combat in the air, since Amice cannot fly his mother often flies around with him - Amica does sometimes get a bit anxious about not being able to fly like all of his mothers other students, which is why he strives so hard to become a strong warrior with his other attacks. Since Amica is just a kid he is far from accessing the full ability of his powers, but he is much more powerful then any other kid his age due to him being the son of Bellator. Amica always gets really excited whenever someone compliments his strength, and he's very much happy to help others train to make their powers stronger Relationships: His best pal is Star, the daughter to the God of Mood and future goddess to the stars. Amica and Star are full on bros, they will rough house with each other, go on adventures together (even if that means sneaking away from the watchful eye of their parents), train together, crash from exhaustion ontop of the nearest grassy hill together, the list goes on. The two began as rivals, each one wanting to outpower the other, but overtime the two began to bond and soon agreed they'd both train from now on. They're bond is like Bambii and Feline and Simba and Nala - both are very supportive of each other, and each take turns in being the leader on their adventures. Is very close to his older cousin Willem, and no one can tell Amica otherwise that his cousin isn't the most coolest angel ever. Willem may or may not have convinced Amica few times to slack off from chores to relax with him, and Bellator was not amused. The two of them have more of a brother bond then cousins, and Willem is endlessly lazyily supportive of Amica and Star when they go off on their adventures to better control their powers, often cheering with a casual 'yay'. On the whole, they're very close Loves his Auntie Angie and her motherly affection, though Bellator is a good mother, she is very busy with her job as commander of the guard, which often leaves Amica either by himself or being watched by someone. Despite Amice's very typical boy attitude he doesn't mind the attention given to him by his Aunt Angie, nor does he mind her giving him cookies or picking her flowers for her vase. He ADORES her large wings, perfectly for snugglin and playing with Tabriss/Abel/Ramiel/Jehovah - @cosmic-artzz DO NOT REPOST/EDIT/COPY/TRACE MY ART OR THE OC'S!!!

#God of War #Bellator #Amica #Ref sheet #Palettes art #My OC's

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leogclds · 5 years ago

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&&. announcing his royal highness, 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐱𝐞-𝐛𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠 𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚 , the 𝟐𝟒 year old 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 of 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐮𝐦 . he is often confused with 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭 . some say that he is 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 & 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 , but he is actually 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 & 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 .

tw ; death , drugs , alcohol & addiction .

ok so before i go on a tangent abt leo , lemme just say i’m v excited to be here !! also i’ve tried to learn all the alliances & plot drops but my brain does not work 90 % of the time so ... that’s THAT . oh btw , i’m nikki & i go by she / her !

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 : leopold philippe marie de saxe-bobourg et gotha

𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 : " people " & “ brave ”

𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 : leo

𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 : 17 april 1996

𝒂𝒈𝒆 : twenty-four years old

𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄 : aries

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 : cis male

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔 : him & he

𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : pansexual

𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 : belgian

𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 : caucasian

𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : phuket , thailand

𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 : prince of belgium

here’s the full stats page !!

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒

leopold ( it’s just leo for those who know him best ) is the middle child of the belgian royal family , he is the crown princess louise’s younger brother & princess josephine’s older brother . at a very young age he had come to terms that he was pretty far down the line in order to ascend to the belgian throne & that knowledge shaped him into the man that he is today .

ever since he was a young child , leo had always a trick up his sleeve & always caused raucous in the belgian palace . he wanted the attention his older sister got from being the first in line heir to the throne & things got much worse when he learned he was going to have a little sister . he wouldn’t be the baby of the family anymore , he was just the middle child , sandwiched between what he could have been & what he had lost .

needless to say that his attention grabbing tricks never went away , they became only more intricate & scandalous , sources will tell you he brings shame to the belgian family name ( but at least he is bringing something ) . despite his exuberant personality , the prince often felt alone & forgotten . for a moment he had tried his hardest in his academic journey , he studied hard & was part of his school’s swimming team , but to no avail , it didn’t truly matter .

some would say it was self - fulfilling prophecy & others would just say he was born that way , but at the young age of sixteen years old , the prince had gained his infamous hedonistic reputation . of course , it only got worse over the years , but the boy drove motorcycles , had a couple dui , developed a cigarette addiction , had a high alcohol tolerance ( to say the least ) & woke up in various strangers’ beds . classic . leo was just so good at being bad .

those who have met leo would guarantee you that beauty is indeed skin deep . he has the mouth of a sailor & his boldness doesn’t cease to surprise others . despite the stereotypes , the belgian prince does enjoy reading ( by the beach if possible ! ) & arguing about nothing & everything , as long as you agree to hear him talk . he went to university & majored in sociology . despite seemingly showing disinterest for politics , it’s his sister’s thing , the blond pays frequent attention to social issues , he even has his own foundation the ‘ prince leopold foundation ’ which helps develop better rehabilitation programs in prisons .

although , the boy is not all bad . he has a ( almost ) universal sense of humour & uses to diffuse tense situations or simply to entertain himself . he can be quite judgemental of others , first impressions do stick with him . he is very loyal to his close friends & family , unfortunately that does not really in relationships . he loves trying new things & going on adventures , thus being rarely bored . doesn’t mind a bit of drama . he is a very good listener , but loves to talk as well . despite being extroverted , leo keeps to himself when he doesn’t know the other person / is disinterested . he is definitely afraid life is going to pass him by & hates labels .

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

crashed cars , empty promises , early morning hangovers , green smoothies , swimming endless laps in the pool , walking around shirtless , cunning smiles , half - unbuttoned shirts , beach hair , old books with broken spines , cigarette smokes , french curse words , near - empty glass of rum & coke , eye rolls , jokes at importunate moments , disposable cameras , lipstick marks on a collar & illegible scribbles on a journal .

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

leopold is quietly mourning his mother’s death while incessantly worrying about his father condition . although , to an outsider , it would seem that the prince is just all partied out . he still keeps up with his token hedonistic ways , but has trouble sleeping at night & doesn’t seem to get any rest . it wouldn’t be unheard of to see the boy napping all over the place during the day . he is also bitter because there is more pressure for him to step up but he is ‘ quite content ’ with who he is & refuses to change . feels more alone than ever & misunderstood . he is treating his time in thailand as a holiday .

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

i haven’t thought long & hard about it because i have an assignment due tomorrow but i’d definitely see all sorts of foes , bros ( includes all genders ) & hoes ( idem ) . he is involved in many scandals so if you ever need a person for that , call leo . give this intro a like & i’ll come to you for plots !!

#hshqintro #𝐑𝐄 : 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐃 — ooc .#tl.dr ; wild child + like this if u wanna plot #this is longer than expected djs #drugs tw #addiction tw #death tw

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obsessedwithbbandsuju · 5 years ago

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Han Yuna Masterlist

*This is my default information on Yuna; however, most of it can change based on the scenario (AUs)

*Faceclaim is Kim Hyuna (quite obviously for anyone who’s into kpop)

*Last Updated: 5/27/20

Stage Name: Yuna (유나)

Birth Name: Han Yuna (한유나 )

English Name: Krista

Group: Pandora // Solo

Other Members: Son Taeyeon, Park Soojin, Lee Sunbin, Park Minhee

Position: Lead Dancer, Vocalist, Sub-rapper, Maknae

Agency: YG Entertainment

Birthdate: May 15th, 1994

Debut Date: October 17th, 2006

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 163 cm (5’4″)

Weight: 45 kg (99 lbs)

Blood Type:

Nationality: South Korean

Father: Han Kyungsoon

Mother: Lee Eunbi (deceased)

Brother: Han Jaehee [older by three years]

Stepmother: Jang Miyeon

Facts:

She was born in Mokpo and moved to Ilsan when she was three

Her mother, who was a freelance writer, passed away when she was seven years old from cardiac arrest

Since she’s the only girl in the family, her father, a university professor, was very fond of her, sometimes to the point of favoritism, which caused a rift between her older brother and herself

Since age ten she took part in a children’s performance team in her neighborhood, which is where she came to love dance

Soojin wanted to be an idol since she was young

When Yuna was twelve, her father remarried to her stepmother, Jang Miyeon

Because she was young then, Yuna didn’t like Miyeon and rebuffed her stepmother every time she tried to be friendly, but Miyeon was continuously kind to her

Due to her aloofness toward Miyeon, Yuna and her father grew apart, resulting in them arguing more and more frequently

Her older brother, Jaehee, didn’t like their stepmother either and also argued with their father over the matter, which resulted in them becoming closer to each other until they were almost inseparable

Yuna says that once she and Jaehee began to get along, he looked after her very well - walking her to school, making sure she slept and ate enough, helping her with her homework, etc.

In 2005, Yuna auditioned at YGE by dancing to S.E.S’s I’m Your Girl and singing to Uhm Jung Hwa’s Poison, and passed

Her father, whom she still had a strained relationship with, was lukewarm towards her career, wanting her to study instead, but her stepmother and her older brother supported her

Yuna met the other members – Minhee, Taeyeon, Soojin, and Sunbin – in early 2006

After Pandora’s debut on October 17th, 2006, Yuna began to realize that she had been unfair to her stepmother, but never brought it up for pride’s sake; she did, however, become less cold to Miyeon, although still maintaining a large distance

Due to the awkwardness between her and her father and stepmother, she spent the majority of her years as a trainee and many years after debuting in the dorms with the other members

When she did visit her family at home, there was considerable tension between herself and her family, with the exception of with Jaehee, who always welcomed her warmly

For years, she continued to debate on apologizing to Miyeon for being so unaccepting of her at first, but she could never quite make herself do it

When Yuna was eighteen, the university that her father worked at closed; Jaehee had already moved out, too, and her father and her stepmother were going bankrupt, but they kept it from both her and Jaehee

Yuna found out, though, and used her money to open them a barbecue restaurant in Ilsan; the restaurant was successful

After the restaurant’s success, Yuna finally managed to tell Miyeon that she was sorry for the way she treated her at first; Miyeon accepted her apology and helped her mend her relationship with her father, too

The other members of Pandora are like sisters to her, because she’s known and worked with them for so long

The Bigbang members are all like older brother to her, though she’s especially close with Daesung

She’s the acknowledged best at aegyo in Pandora, having some naturally cute mannerisms

Yuna is close with Sojin and Yura of Girl’s Day, Sohee (formerly) of Wonder Girls, and Choa (formerly) of AOA

She’s acquainted with all of Super Junior and friends with Heechul, Kangin, Yesung, and Siwon

Yuna is also friends with all of SHINee

She’s close to 2NE1 and Blackpink, especially with Minzy in the former and Jisoo in the latter

In college, Yuna majored in political science

Yuna is the type of person who has very focused parameters; she doesn’t really pay attention to anything that doesn’t affect her or those close to her

The things that Yuna is interested in usually have to do with astronomy, biology, economics, or philosophy

Yuna is a good driver

Some of Yuna’s favorite books are The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Lord of the Flies by William Golding, The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, For the Most Beautiful by Emily Hauser, 1984 by George Orwell, Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan, The Moon Over the Mountain by Nakajima Atsushi, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, and Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Yuna has an IQ of 171

Since childhood, Yuna has played the piano

Yuna is bad at putting on makeup, being the second worst at it in Pandora after Taeyeon

Yuna is introverted and likes spending time alone, she finds a good balance between time to herself and time with other people; Taeyeon once said that she envies Yuna for being able to walk on that thin line

Yuna’s favorite variety shows are Knowing Bros, Happy Together, Running Man, and I Can See Your Voice

By her own admittance, Yuna can be rather impatient and she doesn’t have the self-control of people like Soojin or Taeyeon; according to her, it can make her annoying to deal with sometimes

She thinks it’s a little scary how Taeyeon and Soojin can keep their composure so well

Yuna is someone who often wears her feelings on her sleeve; she doesn’t like hiding things, so she lets people know when she’s upset, sad, or anything of the like

She often lets her feelings get a rise out of her and regrets it later

Yuna is agonistic

She believes in aliens but she doesn’t think that human beings on Earth will ever be able to have contact with them because of the sheer vastness of the universe

Her MBTI type is

Yuna is bisexual and an LGBTQ+ supporter

She’s popular in variety shows because of how laid-back she is; almost nothing that the hosts say to get a rise out of her succeed in fazing her

Generally she talks enthusiastically on variety shows, but she’s hard to fluster

She also likes to fire teasing and smart comments on a rare blue moon, but they’re very well-done and hilarious, which is exacerbated because she doesn’t do so often

Yuna’s favorite foods are tteokbokki, jjajangmyeon, and tteokguk

She’s not very good at holding her alcohol; in fact, a cup is usually enough to get her tipsy

Yuna is a morning person; she usually likes to go to bed early and wake up early, which sometimes leads to her struggling during irregular schedules

Her favorite animal is the dolphin

She’s not very competitive and especially hates putting physical exertion into anything

According to the other members, Yuna is the type to get really emotionally involved while dating, and can get somewhat fixated on her partner; because of that, she sometimes gets her feelings hurt

Yuna has a bad tendency to just push away things that are stressing her out, which leads to bad procrastination habits

Still, she strikes a fairly good balance between her work and her leisure time, which is why she often worries about Taeyeon, the resident workaholic and perfectionist of the group

She loves to read, and she’s fairly sure it’s because her mother read to her very often when she was a child

Because of Taeyeon’s tendency to be experimental and change the concepts and genres of their discography frequently, Yuna and the rest of Pandora have been noted for being “concept chameleons” by some

Yuna can speak Korean (from growing up in Korea) and and Mandarin (from school and working abroad) fluently, and she’s good at English, Japanese, and Indonesian

Yuna is a somewhat controversial figure in South Korea because she (and the rest of the Pandora members) is more outspoken about her concerns regarding the double standards against women in the industry as opposed to men, as well as South Korea’s sexism in general; she has also delved into topics such as LGBTQ rights and the stigma against idols dating

Yuna’s ideal type: “I think anyone who’s there for me would satisfy me in a relationship. If I had to pick a quality I would say that I prefer people who are dedicated. I really find it admirable when someone commits wholeheartedly to something.”

Cho Kyuhyun/Han Yuna

Love Disease, part i // Angst

#masterlist #original female character #han yuna #super junior scenarios #super junior imagines #super junior reactions #super junior #kyuhyun scenarios #kyuhyun imagines #kyuhyun reactions #super junior smut #kyuhyun smut #cho kyuhyun #kyuhyun #my writing

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joshslater · 6 years ago

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Getting Jacked

In this installment of “comprehensive rewrite” we address the somewhat more complex titled “Fuck boi-ification: Jack-Off“. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

Matthew woke up in his messy bed, as the morning sun lit his bedroom way too early. He was old enough to handle a party without getting completely hangover, but he still felt pretty raw. He needed breakfast, shower and plenty of water. As he got up memories of last nights party started to return to him. He had been invited out by his friends to a house party near campus, and Matthew immediately said no. He wasn’t fond of parties generally, even when the age and types of people matched him, but a student party at his age and size wasn't his idea of a good time. Matthew at 24, just about to turn 25, would be older than probably everyone there. He was also proudly, openly gay, currently trending towards a bear, and would stand out like a dogs dick. He had a the beginnings of a beer belly, which looked smaller than it really was on his 6'5 frame, and thick arms and legs, all covered in light brown fur. He didn’t believe in cutting and went to the gym to get strong. While he kept the hair on top of his head short, his face was covered by a dense, black beard. He was also hesitant to come because of his interests. He enjoyed looking at Video games and social politics. He was deep into Zelda and Pokemon, but also a fiery activist online, fighting misogynists and homophobes alike. All commonly mocked.

However recently he felt he had become less and less sociable doing his tedious, life consuming office work, and Jon at the office had really pushed him to come along. He was almost the right age and was friends with Sarah who threw the party. It was an open invitation to college frats and sororities, as always with house parties, but some younger people also showed up from other schools, again as always, so the place had been packed.

Memories of the night slowly came back to him as he got up and changed into cargo shorts and a plain white T-shirt. He remembered uncharacteristically having a blast at the party, where he got drunk on beer and shots with some frat bros and started flirting with some guy. It probably wasn’t going anywhere, but the mood had turned awkward as soon as a posse of shitty little fuck boys had filed in. There must have been half a dozen newly minted 18 year olds, all wearing trendy clothes and accessories. At some point he think he heard the leader of the pack, Jacob or something, call him a faggot. Perhaps he just looked like someone who would say that a lot.

Apparently he had continued drinking more jäger bombs, because all his clothes from yesterday were scattered across the bedroom floor. He slowly begun picking them up. When he picked up his jacket he could feel something shift inside one of the front pockets. He fumbled to find the opening and produced a small box. It looked like one of the cheaper jewelry boxes, like when you buy a $9 tie clip or something. He turned it around, but it had no text on it, opened the lid and a poorly folded sticky note popped out. Matthew unfolded it to read a hastily written message.

Jack,

these might look better on you

/Jacob

So this was left by that damn preppy douche, but who was Jack? Did drunken Matthew agree to hand over the box to someone or had it just been stuck in his pocket by mistake? Matthew put the note down and looked inside to find two gaudy ear studs. Even he could see that they were no where near made out of gem stones or even crystal. Cheap knock-offs that didn't differ much from wind shield shards put on a pin. No, these where magnetic, not using pins. In a way it made them even worse. Such stupid, worthless things.

As he was turning the piece of glass between his fingers, he got an impulse. No one would ever know. He removed the magnet from the cut glass piece and placed them on either side of his right ear lobe, and then repeated on his left side, without looking in a mirror. He wanted to surprise himself with how he looked.

It wasn't really a surprise though. He looked every bit as dumb in the bathroom mirror as he had expected. Oh, well. He pulled on the stud and the magnet on right ear with one hand to remove them, but it just painfully pulled his ear. He tried using both his hands to pull them apart, without success. Fuck, how strong are these things? It actually started to hurt a bit. Matthew was thinking through what he had in his tool box. This would be the most stupid and embarrassing way of getting ear piercings. Was this some sort of crude practical joke between Jack and Jacob?

He hurried back into the bedroom to dig out the toolbox from under the bed. The pain was getting worse by the second. Sharp pain was shooting from his ears into his head. By the time he entered the bedroom the pain echoed throughout his entire body. Matthew’s head started getting dizzy and his eyes got blurry as they watered up. He stumbled a few steps more before falling onto the bed and spasming as his body started aching all over. It wasn't just the piercing pain shooting through his nerves, though it was still there. There was a dull, relentless pain in his bones. All of them. He felt like he was going to explode. The skin burned like sunburn and felt taut like a sausage.

Matthew's breathing got rapid and shallow. His body was soaked in sweat. He was dying right now, that he was sure of. He had lost pretty much all control over his limbs, as he was shifting around and twitching. Not even given the decency to go out with the roar, he thought, as his attempts at calling for help or scream in agony got translated into short yelps, like a tail trodden house dog. Wasn't this how chemical warfare toxins worked? All nerve synapses randomly firing, causing loss of motor functions and unspeakable pain?

He was anticipating losing consciousness at any moment. Wishing for it was perhaps more to the point, as he thrashed around on the bed. Perhaps it was the other way around, he thought. Perhaps the skin was shrinking, wringing him out like a wet rag. He certainly sweated as much. His mind was all jumbled by pain. There was something else coming out besides sweat. A yellow tinted goo, like he had covered himself in snot.

He rolled over on his back and gasped for air. Wait! He could move again? He tentatively felt his chest through the goo. Still there, still his. He tried to shout for help, but just managed to wheeze out a toneless whisper. He tried again, and halfway through it broke into high pitched shriek, and he felt a sharp pain in his throat, like his vocal cords snapped. Before he had time to panic about it, his whole body was shot through with pain, and he arched his back as the muscles contracted. It was a searing pain, at least as bad as the first wave. Then, added to that, came a stinging pain all over his skin.

It stopped as suddenly as it started, or perhaps he had finally blacked out for a moment. He couldn't tell. He was just thankful all the pain had stopped. What the fuck had just happened? He lied completely still in the ruined bed, fearing the next assault of pain. It smelled like the intestine bin in a slaughter house. When minutes passed and the only thing happening was the muck covering him going cold, he hesitantly got up.

Even before standing up he could see and feel that his body had drastically changed. Flat belly, flat chest and markedly smaller. The now oversized, soaked cargo pants fell to the floor with a slosh. The bed looked like someone had given birth in it. Or foaled. Apparently the blurriness had left him too.

He slowly made his way to the bathroom. While he was careful to not touch anything, he left a snail trail of wet footprints and droplets. He almost fell twice, once when his foot slipped on the floor just outside the bedroom and once when his now too large underwear got unstuck from the goo on his thighs and fell to his ankles.

The mirror image in the bathroom wasn't very helpful, given his messy state. He was about a foot shorter than before, but other than that he looked like he had mud-wressled in brown, hairy jell-o. He stepped into the shower, pulled off his final piece of clothing, the now brown T-shirt, and made an attempt to swipe the muck off him, like you would clean slush off a snowboard. Seeing his slow progress he decided to just turn on the water and clean properly.

The drain water had a disgusting color, taking a surprising amount of hair with it, as well as chunky bits of god knows what. The water revealed him looking thinner than he had been since perhaps he was 14. His floppy man boobs had turned into flat, firm pecs. His beer gut had melted down into a fit torso with vague lines of abs. As the water revealed his skinny fit body, it washed away almost all his body hair, leaving just a hint of fuzz around his dick. Seeing this, he reached his chin, only to discover his beard was gone as well.

Any other day that would have been a big deal, but now it was just another detail, as he kept staring down at his pale, thin body. He ran his hand down the front of his chest and abs. His tiny, skinny twig of an arm. It surprised Matthew how good his skin felt. Soft, sensitive, smooth and without any imperfections he could see. The water felt amazing hitting his skin and running down his body. He started to get an erection.

That just got him angry. His dick was easily half the size of his old cock, perhaps even smaller. It was shorter, it was thinner, and though he had wisps of pubic hair both his new dick and marble pouch were smooth and hairless.

He shut off the water, did a 5 second rush dry with a towel and stood before the mirror for the first time. Fuck! Matthew had had sex with many different body types, jocks, bears, athletes, overweight. This right here, an anorectic muscle wannabe, was his biggest turn off. He looked in his late teens, short and thin with hints of lean muscle. His smooth, hairless skin made him look even younger. He saw nothing that reminded him of his old self. Even the belly button was different. There was nothing for him to like either. It was like someone had precision tailored every detail just the way he hated the most. His hair had grown! Even though he was just out of the shower, everything except his tightly faded sides and back stood straight up, as if he had been styled as a douche since infancy.

He hated all of it. The smug, not quite handsome face that looked unable to grow facial hair, framed by the earrings on either side that sparkled like they were taunting him.

“Ah fuck, get off me!”, Matthew shouted in a high pitched, adolescent voice, as he yanked the stud. He hated his new voice. He hated the shitty studs. He hated the body they stubbornly were attached to. Perhaps he could cut them off, and that would turn him back? Wasn't that the plan before he changed into... this.

He went back to the bedroom to look for pliers, taking care to not step in any gunk on the floor. Coming back into the bedroom it looked even worse than he recalled, leaving it just half an hour ago. It was an horror show. That gave him pause messing with the ear studs. That's when he saw the sticky note again. Of course, he should try to talk to Jack or Jacob. But he didn't know them. He hadn't even seen Jack and could barely describe Jacob. Man, it was hard to think clearly. Perhaps someone else at the party could describe Jacob? Sarah should know! It was her party, and he should have her number in the forwarded invite on his phone.

After many signals Sarah finally answered the call. She sounded tired, but upbeat. - This is Sarah! - Hi, it is Matthew. Can you describe Jacob? God, he hated his voice. It was childish and annoying. - Who? - One of the young, preppy dudes. - Look, I have no idea who most of the people were, or what they looked like. I think I got a note from one of them though. Would that help? Hang on. The line went silent for a few moments and then she came back. - I have a note for Jack. Do you know him? - No. What does it say? - It says: appointment at Manila Massage at 2pm. Shower first. - Does it say how I would get there? - Sorry. - Thanks anyway.

He found it in the map app on his phone, and not that far away. 12 minutes estimated travel time, and it was hours until that appointment. He felt relief that at least he had a plan to follow. He looked around at the damage. The sheets were probably ruined, as was the duvet and mattress. The floor was just tiles and plastic, so a mop and a squeegee would do. He could probably wash the cargo pants and underwear, but he could stand inside one of the legs now. Oh, right, he was still naked with a semi hard on.

Matthew winced at the sight of his new dick. It was the size of his thumb. No, he realized, his former thumb. He stepped over to his chest of drawers and started rummage for old stuff or tight stuff that might fit. The black speedo briefs he hadn't used in years actually fit him now, as did an old compression shirt and adidas hot pants, though loosely. Lucky he hadn't thrown that away. With a pair of flip flops, although too large, he would at least be able to walk outside.

Matthew didn't have the reach he used to, so cleaning out the bed proved to be much harder than he thought. And he didn't have the arms and height he used to, so he opted to go several rounds with the icky sheets, duvet and pillows. He felt super self conscious being outside looking like this. It didn't help that his hard on was hardening and clearly visible. He wasn't as strong as he used to be either, so the wet mattress was a bit of a struggle to keep away from his body. "Stupid fucking body", he said to himself. At least he had plenty of stamina.

Even cleaning the floors took longer than expected, as he was getting more and more distracted by his penis rubbing the inside of his speedos. Eventually he gave in, stepped into the shower and started to jack off. It felt good. Really, really good, but he was unable to climax. None of his go to fantasies worked. Instead of starting to browse his porn library, he decided to just step out of his shorts and speedos, and shower the groin in cold water. That did the trick well enough for him to clean the rest of the floors.

With an hour to kill before he needed to leave, he enjoyed another hot shower, as instructed, and then aimlessly idled in the apartment. He checked the fridge for food, and decided he wasn't hungry. He went through his clothes more thoroughly. Some of the now over sized shirts looked "cute" on him, but found few useful things. He ended up playing some silly phone game, which he used to loathe, until it was time to leave.

Again he felt self conscious and exposed next to his F150 truck. He had no problem climbing into it. But he had to climb. And after plenty of adjustments it was still a challenge for him to manage driving.

The Manila Massage was easy to find, in the basement of a residential building. There was a small waiting area with two chairs next to a cheap looking table top sized fountain just inside the door. A small Asian women appeared from one of the inner rooms. Well, actually they were pretty much the same size, save for some obviously enlarged breasts.

- Jack Hoff? - What?! - Are you Jack? - No, I'm Matthew Goodman. - Aaah. Your friend made a joke. Very funny. She made no expression showing she felt it was funny. - Well, Matthew Goodboy, follow me.

She lead him back into a larger darkened room with lots of carpets and futons on the floor, but hardly any furniture. Clusters of candles placed around the room was the only sources of light.

- Don't be nervous. Here, drink this.

She poured something from a crystal decanter into a shot glass and handed it to him. He downed it. It tasted like it contained sugar, vanilla, peach and alcohol, in that order. He found it much less revolting than he should. Different palate he guessed.

- You can get undressed and put your clothes here and then lie face down here.

She motioned first at a stool and then at a thin futon on the floor.

- All clothes? - Yes, sweetie.

She smiled and left the room. Not really sure what he was in for, but too committed to back out, Matthew stepped out of the flip flops, pulled off his shirt and froze. He sported a raging hard on. He carefully pulled down the hot pants and speedos. As he placed himself on his belly on the mattress he felt light headed as the alcohol hit. This was the gift that kept on giving. 12 hours ago he would jäger bomb anyone under the table, and now he got tipsy from a thimble of liquid candy.

After a minute or two he heard the lady enter again, and the sound of a glass bottle. Then he felt her hands starting to rub his back with oiled hands. If the shower had felt good, this was heavenly. He'd never had anything that smelled remotely like this on him before. Peach, again, and some flower. But it felt too good to care. She worked his neck, his arms, his legs and almost slipped a finger in his butt, before going back to his back.

- Now, turn over on your back.

Matthew did, and his mouth fell open. She was naked. Matthew just stared at her body. Slender and hairless, like his, but bronzed and with huge breasts that jiggled as she applied oil to his chest. His eyes were transfixed on her nipples, bouncing around in front of him. It wasn't until she had moved on to his arms, and he looked at her belly button and neatly trimmed bush, he realized his mouth was gaping open. She then moved on to his legs, and to his horror he realized his dick stood right up, next to where she rubbed his inner thigh.

She looked Matthew straight in the eyes and started to give him a hand job. It didn't take many strokes until he exploded with pump after pump of cum on his chest and abs. She smiled and started to rub the cum in the oil.

- That one didn't count.

She then straddled him, facing him, and started to ride his cock. Matthew was surprised he was still hard. He looked at her in amazement and tipsy confusion. He once had sex with a girl to see if he was gay or bi. He had only managed to get hard when he pretended she was a young boy, and felt really shitty about it after. But now, seeing this Asian woman bobbing up and down on his dick, he felt hornier than even at LumberCon last year. He loved the way her boobs moved. The way her hair moved. The way his dick felt. The tingle in his body. The smell of peach and sissy blossom. Right then and there he couldn't think of anyone he would rather be than Jack Hoff losing his virginity in a very happy finish by... did he even know her name?

Jack was super confused as he exited Manila Massage. It was like he couldn’t remember anything from before he came, pumping cum into the Asian lady. Apparently having super happy ending with her had been a birthday gift from “Jacob” and the lady refused to take his credit card. That could all be true, he couldn't remember when his birthday was, but the really confusing part was the credit card. On one side it said "Matthew Goodman", but as soon as he flipped it he had no idea what name was on it. He knew he should recognize this Matthed dude. He kept flipping the card and almost walked into someone standing in his way. He looked familiar. Was this was Jacob?

- Happy birthday! Who's a shitty little fuck boy now? - What? Who? - Don’t worry about it... Hey, what do you say we drive to the mall and buy you some new clothes? Give me back my truck key, and we’ll go in your car. He motioned towards a purple Honda Civic with a big spoiler in the back. Jack handed over the Ford key that he’d found in his pile of clothes. - Well, I... You know... I think I might have fucked my brains out. - Sweet, dude. Just what I paid for. - I’m serious. I can’t remember a thing. - Well, I guess you’ll just have to trust me until it comes back. Get in.

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comicgeekscomicgeek · 6 years ago

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Their Hero Academia: Chapter 13

Raw and unedited (especially until I get Chapters 14-16 written to upload along with it), but I finished the 1st draft tonight and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. Especially with switching to some new protagonists. Chapters 0-12 can be found here:

Their Hero Academia – Chapter 13: Takuma Sero Makes a Show of It

If there was one thing Takuma Sero liked about living in the dorms, it was the sense of privacy. Sure, there were fifteen other people living in the dorms, three others on his floor, but compared to his home, that was nothing. Between his parents, his three younger brothers, and baby sister, there was always somebody trying to butt into whatever he was doing. At least on his floor, all he had was his best bro Kenta Sato. Daisuke Shoji simply kept his head down and Takiyo Aoyama had made it clear early on he had no interest in “whatever nonsense you two are getting up to.”

As if trying to become the next internet sensations was nonsense.

Which reminded him… he really ought to check their hit counter. With Kirishima-Bakugo out of the cafeteria yesterday, he’d actually been free to host a new round of “Will Sato Eat It?” without fear of being exploded or having her tear his arms off. He was actually pretty certain she wouldn’t do the last part. Their parents had been friends for decades and he was on reasonably good terms with her most of the time. But yesterday had been pretty impressive as far as the game went. Kenta had eaten a soup bowl, a baseball, a rock, and a tire that someone had somehow managed to get into the cafeteria.

Kenta’s dad had broken it up after that, with a threat to report their antics to Aizawa if they kept doing it. And Kenta had gotten a talking to from his dad later on about irresponsible Quirk use and making a spectacle of himself. At least the elder Sato had learned the futility of trying to rat them out to Takuma’s parents. His mom was one of the most Instagram-famous Pro-Heroes in the business. She actively encouraged his aspirations. His dad was just vaguely puzzled by the whole thing and just let his mom take the lead.

Checking the video upload, he found that the hit counter was already in the thousands. Wisely, he opted not to look at the comments. It was like his mom always said, “Never read the comments.” Sure, you got a validation high from some of it, but there were way too many trolls and mudslingers to make it worth it.

Takuma broke into a grin. “Yeah, we’re gonna be famous. Just you see. Heroes and entertainment sensations.”

He checked the time and found he still had nearly an hour before class. Plenty of time to finish getting ready. There was also the matter of homework he hadn’t quite completed, but he could probably copy the answers from somebody, at least enough to squeak by. Math was going to be the death of him. He understood numbers well enough, but once you started getting letters involved with numbers, his brain just refused to track any of it. It had nearly sunk his entrance exam score, but he’d managed to just barely pass that. A good practical exam score had done wonders for making up the difference.

Twenty minutes later, he was out of his room and ready to go. He did not have the world’s most developed fashion sense (much to the regret of Kimiko Ojiro, his other best friend, who had declared him “the worst gay best friend ever”), but he had an entertainer’s sense for showmanship in his appearance. He spotted Kenta coming out of his room and gave him a double finger guns.

“Sixty-five hundred hits in less than twenty-four hours, my man!”

“All right!” Kenta said, giving him a fist bump. “That’s twice as many as the last video!” He let out a burp and clutched his stomach.

“You okay, man?” Takuma asked.

Kenta shook his head and burped again. “Heartburn and indigestion. Dad says just because I can get anything doesn’t mean I should.” He grinned, thick lips pulling back to reveal his perfectly white teeth. “But I say it’s a small price to pay for being famous.”

“More famous in your case,” Takuma told him. Kenta was already a good bit famous from all the times he appeared in pictures and his stories on his father’s “Food and Family” blog. According to his mom, it was crazy popular with single moms.

Kenta waved it off. “That’s really Dad’s thing. This is ours!”

Takuma was about to begin discussions of the plans for their next video when he was distracted by the sight of Daisuke Shoji walking back to his rooms, clearly having come from the showers. The six-armed boy was only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, his silver hair still damp, and a small about of moisture still visible on the muscles of his arms and abs. He nodded politely to Takuma and Kenta on his way back to his room. Takuma kept watching until Shoji’s door closed.

His trace was broken by Kenta giving him a small shove. “You okay there, bud? Kind of went away for a little while?”

He sighed. “Why are the hot ones always straight?”

Kenta gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Hey, there’s lots of other guys at U.A. You’ll find somebody. Or you could always try online dating?”

Takuma made a face. “I’m not that desperate.”

Anything further was interrupted by his and Kenta’s phones buzzing. Both checked and he saw they had identical texts from the school’s emergency alert system.

Homeroom has been cancelled. All first-year students should report to the Gran Torino Memorial Auditorium at 0800.

Kenta gave him a curious look.

“Don’t look at me, man,” he said quickly. “I haven’t broken any rules that would cause a grade level assembly.”

“This school year,” Kenta said. “I still can’t believe the time you…”

“Don’t remind me. I’m still barely out of being grounded for that.”

“I think that was the first time I ever actually saw your parents punish you.”

“Oh, would you look at the time, we should really be getting to the Auditorium!”

***

“Any idea what this is about, Takuma?” Kimiko asked. He assumed she was looking at him, but honestly, even after having known her all his life, it was hard to tell.

He shook his head. “Beats the heck out of me.”

All around, the other seats in the Auditorium were filling up with the first year students. There were the three Heroics classes, three General Ed classes, three Support classes, and three Business and Management classes. Sixteen students each in the Heroics, twenty in each of the others, for one hundred eight students total left the auditorium about half full.

Down on the stage, he could see the majority of the teaching staff. There were the three Heroics Homeroom teachers, Aizawa, Super Ball, and Battle Fist. There was Power Loader, the aging director of the Support courses. Word around campus was that he was considering retirement after experiencing the Iida Twins. And there was FireFox, their math teacher; Hawkeye, their English teacher; Figure Sk8, the dark-haired daughter of the Twins and Izumi’s uncle and aunt, who taught their Science classes; Palette, the paint-themed Art History teacher; and Hopper, Tokoyami’s uncle and their Literature teacher. There Hound Dog, the school counselor, Vice-Principal Midnight, and even Kenta’s dad. He also spotted Doctor Izumi sitting with her husband, Kota, the Rescue Hero and Rescue Instructor called Water Spout (or, at his mom embarrassingly always referred to him, “the first man to see me naked”) There was also All Might, and several teachers he didn’t know, who he presumed taught some of the classes taken by the other courses. Whatever this was about, they were taking it very seriously.

And slowly approaching the podium, leaning heavily on his cane, was Principal Nezu. Takuma wasn’t sure if he was a rat or a bear or possibly some kind of creature from Australia (or was it Austria? Whichever one had the kangaroos. Those were real, right?), but he understood that the old animal was crazy smart. He’d guided U.A. through some of its roughest years and managed to still come out on top.

“I am sorry to interrupt your usual class schedule,” Nezu began. “I know your studies are of great importance to you all. But after the events of the last few days, both here at our school and elsewhere, we have been made aware of events which you all deserve to know. The Center for Quirk Research is expected to make a statement later this morning, but we thought it might be best if comes from us.”

He took in a breath and continued. “The CQR has discovered, working in conjunction with several Pro-Heroes, the existence of a virus which causes the victim to lose control of their Quirk. It appears the Quirk is… man made.”

Any side conversations that had been going on were immediately silenced.

Nezu went on. “After an as yet unknown incubation period, it causes a power-flare up during which time the user’s Quirk will activate out of their control. This lack of control appears to last an indefinite amount of time, but appears to be a onetime flare up. ��Unfortunately, even as the number of cases are growing, information is scarce. There appear to be no obvious early symptoms and we are unsure how the virus is being transmitted. At this time, it appears that only Emitter and Transformation type Quirks are effected.”

A ripple went through the crowd as the full impact of the Principal’s statement took effect. Anything that could do that is dangerous indeed. From the time they were young, they’d always been taught about the importance of controlling their Quirks. And now something could just take that away…

“That’s… that’s not good,” Takuma said. Absently, he rubbed the patches on his right hand where his Acid Tape came from. His Quirk was technically a Mutation type, since he had slightly different physical structures to allow for it. But his mom was an Emitter type, so were many of his friends. So were a lot of people out there in the world. And there were lots of people out there with really powerful Quirks. What if somebody like Ground Zero or Deku caught this thing?

“We’re… we’re okay,” he heard Kimiko say. “Not… not like I can get more invisible.”

“Hey,” Kenta said, “it’s gonna be okay. People’re smart. They’ll get this figured out.” Kenta’s dad was an Emitter type too, he recalled, even if Kenta’s own Quirk was a very minor Mutant type.

Nezu continued, “We are able to run tests for the virus and will be doing screening following this assembly. However, as there are no tell-tale symptoms prior to manifestation, we urge you to talk to your teachers or Doctor Izumi should you have any concerns. We will be doing everything we can to protect you, which includes providing you as with much of your usual structure as possible. Classes, including Heroics courses, will continue as normal. Rest assured, everyone is doing everything they can to get to the bottom of this. But at this point, cases are isolated and sporadic. We advise caution, but there is no need to panic.”

Takuma made it a point to never take life seriously. But for once, that didn’t seem like such a good idea.

***

“You heard what the Principal said,” Aizawa said, after they had returned to the classroom. “The moment you feel anything out of the ordinary or even suspect that something might be wrong, I expect you to tell me or another teacher. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mister Aizawa,” the class said, nearly as one.

“Good,” Aizawa said. “Now, we are going to proceed as normally as possible. Which means we have a little bit of business to settle. Choose a class representative. I don’t care how.” He zipped himself into his sleeping bag and disappeared behind his desk.

“Well,” Midoriya said, “I think we should probably vote on it?”

“I vote Toshi!” Shota Shinso cried out.

“Toshi,” Asuka Tokoyami agreed.

“I’ve got to go with Midoriya too,” Isamu Haimawari said.

“Toshi has my vote as well,” Izumi Todoroki added.

“Guys… Shouldn’t this be a secret ballot?” Midoriya asked quickly.

“Too late now,” Takuma said. “Besides, I think we all know you’re gonna win it.”

As much as he loved the spotlight, he loathed responsibility. Better Midoriya than him any day. Besides, it would take away from his own pursuits. And Midoriya really was good at taking charge and helping people who needed it. Guy wanted to help the whole world, even more than the average Hero-in-Training.

“Personally, I think moi would be best,” Takiyo Aoyama said.

“Oh, give it up, Frenchie,” Mika Mineta told him. “Midoriya’s definitely the best shot at this.”

“I fear I must agree with the rest,” Akaya Koda told Aoyama. She really seemed to be one of the few people who could stand the arrogant blond for more than a few minutes. She must have had the patience of a saint.

“Going with Midoriya here too,” Kenta said.

“Yep, me too,” Chihiro Kaminari added. “And Tokoyami for vice-rep while we’re at it.”

“I like those ideas!” Kimiko said. “Both of them!”

“Makes sense to me,” Shoji said.

“This is highly against protocol,” Tensei Iida said. “But I cannot argue with the consensus either.”

“My younger brother is correct,” Sora Iida said. “I agree with the conclusions drawn.”

“You really must stop using that qualifier! I am only younger by three minutes!”

“It is scientifically accurate! Do you dispute this?”

“It is needlessly semantic, and yet I cannot argue with the precision!”

“If I agree, will it shut them up?” Katsumi Kirishima-Bakugo asked.

Motion was carried. Midoriya and Tokoyami were their class reps.

Takuma belatedly realized that probably gave them some kind of power of his and Kenta’s antics, but that was their problem, not his. Besides, it was worth it to see Aoyama pout.

***

“Hua-whah!” Even though Takuma had practiced swinging from building to building by using his Acid Tape many times with his dad, doing it always made him feel like his stomach was going to flop out of his mouth. It didn’t help that his Quirk was more complicated than his dad’s. The elder Sero only had to think about shooting out his Tape until it hit something. Takuma’s Acid Tape meant that he had to be continually concentrating both on dispensing more tape and on maintaining the properties. Since he could make it anything from slick to sticky to acidic, that meant he had to do a lot more concentrating. And doing that while ten stories up made it all the more problematic.

Even if it was supposed to be a simple Heroics exercise in cityscape navigation. All they had to do was make it from one end of the faux-cityscape as quickly as they could. For quite a few, like Kimiko, Kenta, or Koda, there wasn’t much more they could do than run as fast as they could. Others were doing a much more impressive job. Midoriya was bouncing with leaps that were easily carrying him, the Iida Twins were blasting through the air, and Haimawari was zipping through the streets. And somehow, Kirishima-Bakugo had gotten herself up on the rooftops and was parkouring herself through the course.

Takuma let himself go flying through the air for a moment, before shooting out another strand of Acid Tape. It stuck to the fire escape and as he began to swing, he could feel something go wrong. With a sickening sound of tearing metal, the piece of the fire escape he had snagged with his tape snapped and broke, sending him falling!

He shot out another strand of Acid Tape, trying to save himself, but instead of snagging a lower portion of the fire escape, it melted right through it. He’d made it too acidic! He was gonna die! He was never gonna reach a million followers! Involuntarily, he felt his eyes close.

And just as suddenly, powerful arms caught him and he was rising. So he was dead then, and the angels were carrying him away. Good-bye world, he only regretted that he not let more of you gaze upon his awesomeness…

“Are you all right, Sero?” a voice asked. “I was afraid I would not be able to match your falling speed without causing you injury, but I believe I was able to calculate something close enough…”

An angel who apparently sounded just like Tensei Iida. He chanced opening his eyes and the first thing he saw was himself, reflected in the chest plate of Iida’s costume. Looking up, he saw a silver helmet. Definitely Iida. Which meant he wasn’t dead? He was alive! He could still get that million followers!

“Sero?” Iida repeated. “Are you all right?” He slowly started reducing power in his jets, letting them drift downward.

Oh, right. He needed to answer his rescuing angel’s questions. “Oh, ah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, finding himself stumbling over his words. “You really saved my ass, there, Iida. Thanks.”

“Of course,” Iida said. “As your friend and classmate, not to mention as an aspiring Hero, it is my duty.”

“Well, right now, you’re my hero, Iida.”

Inwardly, he groaned. Was he really saying something that stupid? Apparently, he was. At least Kimiko and Kenta weren’t there to hear it. They’d never let him hear the end of it.

***

The Iida Twins could be found in the Common Room, pouring over blueprints. Usually, the Twins spent whatever free time they had in the Support Workshop, but according to Sora, Power Loader had kicked them out under out under threat of unspecified punishment, all because they had “accidentally used too much power and caused a few small explosions and fires.” So the two had returned to the dorms instead to work on what they could.

Takuma, Kenta, and Kimiko peered from around the corner at them.

“This is a really dumb idea,” Takuma said. “And I know all about dumb ideas.”

“If you were doing this for me,” Kenta said, “you’d be making your “good idea” face. The one that always means it’s something that’s going to get us in trouble.”

“Besides,” Kimiko said, “this is for romance! We’ve got to! You’re cute, he’s hot, you’re pink, he’s got pink hair, I’m gonna call you Pinky-Squared!”

“We don’t even know if he likes guys! He could be into girls! Or machines! I’m gonna make a fool of myself!”

Kimiko slapped him upside the head. “That’s loser talk!”

“You want us to film it?” Kenta asked. “You’re good in front of a camera.”

Takuma went a paler shade of pink. “…No. Definitely not. I do not need this preserved for posterity if it all goes south.”

“Look, this is the most romantic thing to happen since school started,” Kimiko told him. “So you are not chickening out now! Kenta and I are going to get Sora out of the room and you are going to ask Tensei out! Do you understand!?”

How someone whose face he couldn’t see could have such an intense glare, he didn’t know, but her tone suggested that there was no arguing with her.

“Yes,” he said. “Let’s do this!”

***

I can’t do this!

With Sora out of the room (he was so stressed he literally could not remember what excuse Kenta and Kimiko had used to get her out of there and he had seen it literally seconds ago), Takuma was free to make his move. His smooth move. His ever so smooth move. He was the king of smooth.

He was not smooth.

As casually as he could, he approached the table where Tensei was still working. “Oh, ah, hey, Iida,” he said. “Ah, thanks again for saving me like that. Pretty sure I was on my way to being a pile of pink goo.”

“The fall was not nearly enough to reduce you to goo,” Iida said, looking up from his blueprints. “But it would have been very messy all the same. I am happy I was able to prevent that.”

He rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, well, either way, I appreciate it.” He frowned, trying to think of how best to proceed. “So, uh, what are you working on?”

A very crazed (and very attractive) grin spread its way across Tensei’s face. “Modifications to Sora’s and my Hero costumes. After training yesterday, we came up with several potential ideas to improve performance and work with our Quirks, such as a more adjustable wing system and potential storage for emergency supplies of apple and grape juice.”

“And that exploded?”

“Oh, no,” Iida said. “That was the idea for a capture-weapon to add as an additional support item. We may have made the propulsion element a little too strong. Power Loader apparently believed that we would benefit from some time away. But I do not see how we can improve our designs to their fullest without practical, hands on work. And we cannot do that if we are banned from the workshop for a week.”

“That sucks, man,” Takuma agreed. It’d be like someone telling him he couldn’t upload stuff to the ‘net. A guy had to have a passion, after all. “But, ah, I guess that means you’re gonna have some free time?”

Iida frowned. “Unfortunately, yes. There is only so much we can do without the space to put theory into practice.”

Okay, it was now or never. He could be brave! He had this!

…He didn’t have this!

He had this!

He didn’t have this!

He had this!

“So, um…,” he said, “if you’re gonna have the free time… maybe you’dlikespendingsomeofitwithmesomewhere?”

Iida blinked. “I… don’t think I caught that, Sero.”

He took a deep breath. “I was thinking, if you were gonna have free time anyway… maybe you’d want to spend some of it with me? Somewhere? Like a date?”

Iida’s eyes widened in surprise and for once, it looked like he was at a loss for words. “I… I would like that very much, Sero.”

He had this!

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deathcookieprsn · 6 years ago

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Despair Clause Episode 1

(Scene) Inside the hall of the castle, three guys are chit chatting at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the throne. One is blond with a pony tail dressed in blue royal atire (Otio), one has red spiked hair dressed in black and red armor(Pila), and one has messy black hair, dressed in casual clothing(Fregit).

Pila: yo Fregit, are you still hanging out with Skunk?

Otio: Yeah I've been wondering that too, haven't seen the little dude around recently.

Fregit: Nah he moved to Perditus recently with his family. Honestly it's kinda weird that so many of the poor have been moving there but everyone says that since it's newly built the economy needs literally anyone to move there for the city to survive.

Otio: (Shrugs) I doe know, sounds a bit fishy to me.

Pila: Don't you know anything bro. (Taps Otio on the head) There's a reason that towns have people in them and its not just because that's the way things are. Population leads to transfer of goods and wealth which in turn leads to businesses starting. Perditus is an experimental town that is testing the nature of our poor.

Fregit:(shifts in front of Pila) Basically they are moving a bunch of our poor their to see if they will prosper with an extreme amount of opportunity available to them and in turn giving them a chance to gain a skill by working at one of the many jobs in the town that are lacking in man power.

Pila: Hey,(punch Fregit in the back of the shoulder and shift to face both siblings) I was going to explain that but whatever.

Otio: I honestly stopped caring after I asked. Right now I'm just wondering what is taking dad so long. He summoned us but it feels like we've been waiting for ages. Did the old geezer forget.

(Footsteps) Distant voice bellows: So now I'm an old geezer am I?

(All three siblings kneel)

King Ficum: Otio(Otio Looks up), Pila(Pila looks up),Fregit(Fregit looks up),... I have summoned you three here because it is finally time that to choose your path in life. Otio will become king after I pass so his future has all but been decided for him. He will begin training with a sword immediately, alongside studying politics and shadowing me when I feel necessary (Otio groans) (King Ficum scowls). As for you two, you must make something of yourself. Forbid it as I may, of something were to happen to your older brother the next would succeed him and so forth. Furthermore your accomplishments will bolster our families reputation making it easier for your brother's ascension to the throne after my passing. For if you are the most worthy of the throne in the eyes of the public, your support of your sibling who is trained in the way of leading a nation will assure the nation in his crowning. You do not have to come up with an answer today but

Pila: Actually father,(Phila Stands up) if l may, I've already decided what I want to do with my life.

King Ficum: (intrigued) hmm?

Pila: With your permission, I would like to join the Guild and become a Hero!

King Ficum: Hero ranking requires you to be granted a Gun by the Guild. Being as they are a new Technology, they are difficult to get a hold of however seeing as you are my son I might be able to pull a few strings.

Pila: Thank you dad!

King Fica: But son, are you sure that is what you wish? The reason guns are granted is because Heros are required to fight on shore when an attack first arises. That means you'll be on the front line. Is that really what you desire?

Pila: It is. Not only is it a good way to earn publicity quickly but it is also the best and most direct way for me to protect our Nation and its people.

King Ficum: I see... Consider it done. And you Fregit, might you have a path you would like to follow?

Fregit:(Fregit looks up) I um... Well... Not that... Um..

King Ficum: It's alright Fregit, take your time. You do not need to decide now. You are the youngest after all so there is no need for haste.

Fregit: O,k...

King Ficum: I will be taking my leave now but boys, be sure have a nice day today. It would be a waste for this beautiful weather to be wasted.

(King Ficim walk out of room)

Otio: ugh, I wish I could just be a lazy king.

Pila: We all know that you could be a lazy anything haha, the following title isn't actually important to you.

(Otio and Pila laugh)

Pila: Fregit is something wrong.

(Fregit stares off to the side then changes his gaze towards Pila)

Fregit: No, just a lot to think about that's all.

Otio: At least that's one thing I don't have to exert effort towards haha. My path it's already decided.

Pila: Well Otio I think you should get a head start on your Sword play practice don't you? I am going to have to practice more to if I am planning to be a Hero.

Otio: I'm actually going to go work on my sleep right now.

Pila: uh uh not today. This kills two birds with one stone.(Pila drags Otio by the collar of his shirt)

Fregit: hah bye guys.

(Scene, Fregit's room, Fregit laying in his bed on his back with his legs dangling off the bottom.)

Fregit: arghhhhh! (Fregit flails his limbs) What do I want to be?! Wendy's wing with me? How have I never thought of this until just now?

(In Fregits mind) Maybe I can be a Hero too... Argh no that would never work, Pila would out shine me for sure and I wouldn't ever amount to anything other than simply being his little brother... I guess I could always go into politics and make a large impact that way.. that might actually work..

(Blonde female child with frilled dress walks in the room)

Fas: Hi Fregit, what are you thinking about?

Fregit: A lot.

Fas: Heyyyyy. That's not a real answer. Come on, just tell meee.

Fregit: (light sigh) well you see Dad called Otio, Pila and I to talk to us about what we wanna be when we grow up (Fas: uhnhuh) and you see I have no idea what I wanna be (Fas: unhuh) Pila is going to be a Hero and Otio is being groomed for King but what's my role in all of this? What am I supposed to do? Who am I supposed to be?

Fas: Well uh, if uh, Pila is going to be a Hero then why don't you just be a Signer?

Fregit: A Signer? Like with the Association instead of the Guild?

Fas: Unhuh! Signers are basically the Associations versions of Heros aren't they brobther?

Fregit: Sorta but they all have to sign a despair clause and I don't really want to do that.

Fas: But if you find something suuper important you might even become more popular than big brobther Pila.

Fregit: You're right. I know what I'm going to do. Forget being a politician on the Council, I'm ganna be a Signer!

(Scene, Throne room. Fregit in front of the throne with King Ficum Siting on it)

(King Ficum slams his hand on his throne)

King Ficum: Absolutely not! Do you even know what you are asking?

Fregit: of course I do! This is the perfect way to bolster our legacy from both ends of Membership. If I become a famous Signer and Pila a famous Hero then we'll have a position of influence in both the Guild and the Association!

King Ficum: I will not allow it! It is much too reckless.

(Otio walks infrom the right out from behind the curtain that leads to the throne greenroom)

Otio: he's right you know.

Fregit: Otio?

Otio:(otio approaches Fregit) Signing a Despair Clause is risky business, depending on the amount of power you get you might just stub you're toe when the contract is fulfilled but if you end up obtaining a decent amount of power you could easily end up immobilized down in the Chasm with your whole party dead. Something like that would surely insure your death. Even if the contract itself can't cause you to die it can easily lead to it if you're unlucky. Why don't you just become a politician on the Council instead? (Otio arrives in front of Fregit)

Fregit: Because I don't want to! This is the path I have chosen for myself! Why won't you support me Otio?!

Otio: (places hand on Fregit's head) Because I care about you you dummy.(Fregit gazes at the for) Can't we forget about this and move onto something more practical?

Fregit: (in a sad tone) I guess.

Otio: Tomorrow come meet with me in the court yard and I'll teach you sword play, after that I'm sure Pila would be happy to teach you Gun play. He really loves that new toy of his. If you want to become strong this is a much more practical way to go about it. Hell instead of a Signer you could be a Stander or a Runner to support Pila if you want to be a part of the action. How does that sound?

Fregit: actually, that would be great, I'm going to head to my room for a bit but I'll see you I the morning tomorrow for practice. (Fregit smiles)

(Fregit walks away)

King Ficum: I see having you shaddowing me is already starting to pay off.

Otio: Naturally, I may be lazy but when it comes to my family, I will always protect them.

(Scene, Fregit's room, fregit sitting on his bed with his leg up and his hand on his knee.)

Fregit: Otio's right, I can't become a Signer and wander the Chasm the way I am. I need to become stronger.(Fregit stands up and throws his jacket I've his shoulder) Guess I'll have to take him up on his off after I sign a Despair Clause. Thanks for the offer Otio!(fregit hops out his window)

(Scene castle courtyard,night with camera aimed at the sky)(gunshot x3) (gunshot x2)(camera pans to face Pila)

Pila: Dammit I just can't get the hang of this thing!(Otio walks up)

Otio: looks like you got the hand of it to me. From what the target shows you haven't hit anything less than the ring around the bullseye.

Pila: That's not good enough, not for me at least.

Otio: If you're looking for some advice I may be of some help. While eavesdropping before the council meeting I overheard that unlike swords you're going to want to double down on that grip of yours, also you're going to want to hold your breath before pulling the trigger and exhale after. That should improve your aim just a bit.

Pila: Wow Otio, color me impressed. Shadowing dad had really done wonders for your usefulness haha.

Otio: that seemed somewhat of a backhanded complement (chucklr).

Pila: (chuckle)that's because it was.

Otio: Well I'll have you know I have actually been quite useful. Today I was even able to give Fregit some decent advice. He was dead set on becoming a Signer and I was able to explain to him why that was a reckless and dangerous decision. (Pila's face turns to a face of scepticism) He even smiled after and told me that he was going to his room to rethink his decision. I'm pretty awesome!(Pila interrupts Otio mid sentence)

Pila: Otio, do you not know Fregit at all. I promise you he's not in his room right now. He's almost certainly on his way to a library to sign a contract as we speak of he hasn't made it to one already.(You can visually see that a light bulb goes off in Otio's brain)

Otio: Oh no.

(Scene, castle bedroom hallway, camera pointed down the hall at the floor)(Otio's running legs pop into view)

Otio: (shouting)Fregit! Yo Fregit! I have something important to talk to you about!(Fregit's bedroom door slams open. Its empty)(camera switches to a cake of Otio's mouth and chin) Tsch, dammit. (Otio yells) Block, come here, I have a task for you!(camera switches to floor behind otio and pans up a pair of leather boots with green straps)

Block: So, my protection services finally needed.

(Scene, outside tattered old library)(neon open sign hangs above door) (fregit is holding a flashlight that is pointed towards the library)

Fregit: looks like I finally made it. Now to find a Dolordare and sign a contract!

(Fregit walks through the door)(edison bulbs light the main open entrance, after the entrance are rows of bookshelves, mostly empty but glowing as if a spell is cast on them, down the row of bookshelves are lanterns light by fire keeping the shelves visible but dim)

Fregit:(cough x2) You'd think that the Library nearest to the castle would be in better shape but this thing looks like it's going to fall apart.(Fregit walks down a bookshelf isle with his flashlight aimed for extra light) Actually, it looks like no renovations have been made to this place since after Grandad was king. Guess my father has a favorite power and it's not the Association.

(Large creak comes from next row over) (sound of books falling comes from next row over)

Fregit:(draws a knife he got from the castle's kitchen) Who's there!

Voice: Nooooooobooody... (Eerie,high pitch, child like voice laughs with an uncomfortably long giggle)

Fregit: (thinks to himself)*well that's obviously not true* Show yourself!

(Creature that looks like a chao but with a tail, long arms and a face that is void but with tentacle pops up in Fregit's face)

(Fregit falls on his bottom and holds his knife in fron of him)

Fregit: who are you?

Voice: I am a Dolordare, I keep this library safe along with the books inside although I do not clean much. You may call me Dust

(Fregit stands up and lowers knife)

Fregit:Well Dust, I'd like to form a contract with you.

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now-its-3am · 4 years ago

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nikolai hagen has arrived

basic information:

full name: nikolai andreas hagen

nickname: nikko

age: 40

date of birth: may 8th

hometown: lillehammer, norway

current location: lakeview, maryland

ethnicity: white

nationality: norwegian

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

orientation: bisexual

religion: none

political affiliation: none

occupation: physical therapist

living arrangements: with his youngest son, benji, in a house

language(s) spoken: english, norwegian

accent: norwegian, although after over twenty years in the states, it has faded slightly

physical appearance:

face claim: tobias santelmann

hair color: dark blond

eye color: green

height: 6'2

build: muscular

tattoos: a couple old ones

piercings: none

clothing style: scrubs or activewear at work as he needs to be physical and flexible with his patient, sweatpants and leisurewear at home. he rarely goes out, but if he does, he might pull out a nice pair of jeans and a knitted sweater

usual expression: focused

distinguishing characteristics: —

health:

physical ailments: none

neurological conditions: epilepsy (although well-medicated, and haven’t had a fit in a long time)

allergies: none that he’s aware of

sleeping habits: poor as he feels he’s always on-call for his kids

eating habits: he tries his best to cook for his kids, but that doesn’t mean he’s great at it

exercise habits: at least once a day

emotional stability: doing better after having moved away from phoenix, az and all the bad memories there

sociability: thrives off of people at work, because all his time is spent home with benji

body temperature: warm and fuzzy

addictions: none

drug use: none

alcohol use: enjoys a beer or two after work, and a nice scotch now and then

personality:

positive traits: patient, kind-hearted, passionate, honest, gentle

negative traits: disruptive, stubborn, aloof, opinionated

fears: abandonment, seeing his kids hurting

hobbies: working out

habits: fidgets with something all the time

favorites:

weather: snow

color: dark blue

music: all over the place

movies: anything action

sport: european handball

beverage: a nice lemon soda

food: nachos

animal: dog

song: things are better – pvris

family:

father: lars hagen, still lives in norway

mother: emma dahl, still lives in norway

sibling(s): a sister back in norway

children: benjamin, emma and lukas hagen.

pet(s): a labrador retriever named scooby

family’s financial status: middle class

extra:

zodiac: taurus

anything else: nah bro

tw: grief, homophobia, violence, car accident, survivor’s guilt

bio:

nikolai madsen was born and raised in an small house right outside lillehammer, smack in the middle of eastern norway. not the most glamorous situation, but the family did well with what they had.

he grew up in a household with fairly happily married parents, and his sister, who is four years younger than him.

in kindergarten, nikolai was quickly assigned the nickname “nikko” as some of the kids just couldn’t be bothered with his full name, which has stuck with him ever since, especially in the states as most people there don’t get his full name right anyway.

after having been a good kid for the longest time, nikko started lashing out and being disruptive when he hit his teenage years. much of the change in behavior stemmed from the new feelings he was trying to deal with – nikko realized that he was attracted to both boys and girls. while he was never ashamed of it, the confusion and feeling like he had to label it became all too much to bear for him, and he took it out on everyone around him.

trying to cope with these new feelings and hormones, nikko put everything he had into school and sports, with great results. european handball became his safe haven, a place where all that mattered was putting in the work, and who he was didn’t matter. his grades improved and he soon realised that he actually had the potential to make something of himself.

through his late teens, nikko had sorted out more of his feelings, and started experimenting with his sexuality. this led to relations with both boys and girls, which again led to him being ridiculed and beaten almost daily after school for months.

nikko did his best to not let it faze him, but it ended up pushing him to suppress any feelings for anyone else for a long time. getting close with someone became associated with pain, and he figured it would be best to just stay away from it.

after finishing high school in norway, nikko decided he needed a change. he needed to grow. a fresh start with new people. and he was definitely not going to get that if he stayed. he packed his bag and headed for the states, determined to put himself through college.

sick and tired of the cold and snow in norway, he headed south towards the sun and heat to arizona state university, where he entered the pre-pt program.

throughout the beginning of his college experience, nikko finally felt like he was far enough from the pain he had been caused back home, and he spent quite some time continuing to explore his feelings and sexual attractions. he finally grew confident in his own skin.

after sleeping around for a while, he met cameron baker. as it would turn out – they were soulmates.

at 19, they had their firstborn child – lukas. they were both still in college, and while it was in no way planned, that did not make him unwanted. they were scared to death, but loved the boy more than they had ever thought possible.

after finishing college, and already struggling to provide for the baby, nikko decided that while he now for sure knew he wanted to pursue a career in physical therapy, he needed to put his family’s need before his own first. so he got a job and did what he had to do to provide for them the best that he could.

after a couple years working some odd jobs, and another kid in the world, this time a planned baby girl named emma, after nikko’s mother, nikko was accepted onto a dpt at northern arizona university.

after finishing the program, nikko got a job in phoenix working as a physical therapist, which meant the family moved from flagstaff and set up base in the suburbs of the larger city.

nikko and cameron got married, and settled down as one happy family.

then benjamin came along about five years ago. another happy accident, much like his older brother.

the next two years flew by, until one night. cameron had drove to pick up lukas from basketball practice. nikko didn’t really think much of it, having been engulfed in helping emma with homework and feeding the other two dinner, until two hours had passed with no sound from cam. that’s when the hospital rang.

cam had been in a car accident, with lukas in the backseat. nikko, with one kid’s hand in each of his own made his way into the hospital, only to be told that cam was most likely going to be pronounced brain dead in the next few hours, while lukas was in a medically induced coma for now.

nikko’s whole world came crumbling down around him, without any family in the states, he was forced to rely on the friends around him – and it really did take a village.

lukas woke up eventually, and slowly recovered from his own injuries (it did help that nikko was a pt), but their relationship was strained for a long time because nikko was the one who was supposed to pick him up that night. not cam. and lukas blamed him for her being gone, and not him. and nikko did too.

a couple more years passed again, and nikko hurt a little bit less every day. he had lost his whole heart that night, and his coping mechanism kicked in once again – he buried himself in his kids. he coached every sports team they wanted to be on, he tried to cook so he could feed them right, he worked his ass off to be able to put them through college if they wanted to – everything nikko did was all about his kids. it was the only way he could cope with what had happened.

with lukas and emma in college, lukas to new york and emma to washington, d.c., nikko felt like he needed a new start again. somewhere with new people, and a place that didn’t constantly remind him of cam. he knew benji wasn’t too tied down in az and he figured they could both need a fresh start.

nikko started looking around for work, and got a job offer at a hospital in lakeview. it would pay well, enough that he could probably get benji through college too, which was all that mattered to him. and lakeview sounded like a small place, similar to where he came from in norway, so the two and their dog made their way up the coast.

#[nikko] intro #[nikko] i’m in over my head

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rebel-band · 4 years ago

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Track 4. Soul, Meet Body

Meguro was in perfect bloom this April, and even the most common neighborhood places were insta worthy when the cherry trees blissfully rained their petals over heads of passers-by with every gust of the warm wind. Tourists flooded the otherwise silent riverbanks, walking along the promenade in hope of a memorable photo angle, and locals hurried through narrow alleyways away from the buzzing crowd into the everyday, sweeping the petals into fragile floral flurries with each step.

The scenery was gorgeous, something you discovered anew and fell in love with each year, and yet, standing in front of the new school, Tennoko could hardly enjoy the view, with thoughts racing through his head like buses at a busy terminal.

Was he too early? God, he was, definitely making a fool of himself just standing there in front of the gate. He should have just met them on the way. But it was harder to coordinate their commute now that Hideo had moved and Tomomi's wasn't really en route to the new school anymore. They'd figure it out eventually, he was sure, but for now he was entirely on his own, a nervous gnawing in his chest at the sight of other students.

They were already going towards the building, some of them maybe even his new classmates, and he tried to look oh so casual and even sent some of them an approachable smile but was pretty sure none of it was working, and they'd all just remember him as the tall awkward guy. He sighed, stomach turning another flip as he looked at the unknown faces around.

The genes had finally caught up with him this year and fast, and Tennoko felt that even over the short spring break he had grown taller again. He was overtaking Hideo in height now, and he had outgrown Tomomi already. Whatever medically accurate reassurance he got that it was all perfectly normal at his age, or encouragement that he could make a great midfielder with the height, did not make it any less of a surprise. He felt awkward in this new body changing shape and size whether he liked it or not, all lanky limbs and cracking voice and constant appetite.

He tugged at the sleeves of the uniform and smoothed the blazer, then adjusted the shoulder strap of his bag again.

At least the new uniform was better than the middle school one. If anything, the navy blazer and the tie made him feel a bit more mature and well put together than the fluffy cream cardigan they had to wear in middle school. Because that thing had just made him look like a frigging Mareep, what with his face round and still a bit childish, and a single curl always in front of his side swept bangs.

The navy blue also made his eyes stand out, and that was pretty much the only feature he liked about himself at this time of his life.

Nine was approaching fast and the guys were nowhere in sight. He looked around again, nervously glancing at his phone, hoping that he wouldn't need to brave the auditorium for the opening ceremony alone. Finally, Tennoko spotted Hajima running from across the street, and sighed with relief.

"You're late," he narrowed his eyes as Hideo's face widened in a grin at his sight.

His uniform, tie and shirt were perfectly pressed but his bag was unzipped, the syllabus and notebooks peeking out, and his hair was still a bit damp, dark brown streaks clinging to his forehead.

Tennoko forced himself not to scruff it into place.

"I knew you'd look cute in the new uniform," Hajima swallowed another grin eyeing him.

"Wasn't exactly going for cute but thanks," Tennoko rolled his eyes. There was no way to be angry at Hideo, not really, his freckles and smile be damned.

"What were you going for?"

"Brooding intellectual," he fixed his glasses on the nose and Hajima snorted.

"First class geek you mean," there was a laugh from behind, and Tennoko stuttered forwards with a quick push of an elbow to his side.

"Sure, right back at you," he snickered, noticing a new Crimson Blade key chain hanging from the zipper on his friend's school bag as Motoki Tomomi jumped from behind to say hello. He grinned and exchanged a bro handshake with Hideo.

"Where's your tie?" Tennoko asked.

"Thought I'd upgrade my image a bit, you know. The ladies man, a bit of a bad boy," he wiggled his eyebrows and propped the collar of his shirt up. With the short hair and the cheeky grin he had a sort of rogue charm around him.

"You're going to get told off on the first day. Again," Tennoko sighed.

"Don't kill my vibe, Hikaru," he replied, crossing his arms. "Can you believe it though, same school. We made it," he looked at them, then at the building behind their backs.

"Same class too," Hajima smiled, looking at Tennoko.

"Three more years stuck together, what a nightmare," Tennoko grinned at them both.

They all chortled.

As a pair of girls passed them hurrying towards the school, Motoki sighed, "Oh dear gods, please let there be fine girls in our class."

Hideo just rolled his eyes, too polite to join in on that kind of wishful thinking, and Tennoko shook his head.

"What?" Tomomi shrugged "I'm over that breakup and ready for something new, aren't you?"

Hajima made a face and ran a hand through his hair. "Just make sure you don't screw it up too fast or you'll be awkwardly stuck with her for the rest of high school," he said and Motoki mouthed fuck off in response with the politest of smiles. "What about you?" Hideo asked.

"Relationships with me never work out, you guys know that," Tennoko pulled the collar of his shirt as he tried laughing it off.

"Only 'cause they don't start, idiot," Tomomi shook his head, and he might have called him names but there was tenderness to it and concern in his voice.

"Well, I'm sure you guys will do just fine," Tennoko smiled and scruffed their heads in an affectionate manner.

Then he wrapped an arm around their backs and took a selfie of all three of them grinning in the new uniform. It came out perfect.

Already on their way, he sent it to a family group chat. Mom replied with three clapping hands emoji. The uncles responded too.

"Kick ass, kid" Naota said, obligatory football emoji at the end.

"Just not literally," Satoshi added, and Tennoko snickered imagining his strict expression.

The heart and the head, age old feud between these two. One Tennoko was partial to in his own life as well.

He took another look at the photo, then at Tomomi and Hideo's backs as they paved the way towards the auditorium chatting and joking, and he felt sunshine creep into his heart, dispelling any doubt he'd had on this first day of school.

Here they were -- the soul to his body.

Whatever things they'd discover in this new adventure, he was sure they would be there for him, always. Helping him navigate through life, one crisis at a time.

Around the third day of the school year the class has finally started to come together and feel a bit more relaxed, healthy buzzing and laughing during breaks a good sign things were going well with getting to know each other.

Though Tennoko had worried so many times over the spring break that starting relations with the new classmates would be uncomfortable to say the least, surprisingly, it wasn't a disaster at all.

Somehow the guys already figured out that he was indeed the nephew of Japan's best shooter, which earned him the usual bragging rights, though he knew he had yet to prove himself during a sparring match in PE -- as if the fact that his uncle represented Japan on the national team carried over to his own skills in football. Luckily, he'd had his share of practice and love for it so he wasn't too worried about tarnishing the family name and honour.

His long lasting friendship with Hideo meant he was also comfortable discussing baseball with the guys, having watched countless games with Hajima and listened to him explain the rules and gameplay, and having seen him play practically since they were kids.

And his love of gaming and all things geek came in handy too because in this day and age who didn't play video games, read comics, and followed heroes across the big screen each year anyway.

He didn't have time yet to hang out much with the girls but was positively thrilled to learn that some of them were also going to see Lana this summer, so they already made plans to attend the concert together. Because as much as Hideo and Tomomi didn't mind his affinity for angsty pop divas in glitter gowns, they weren't really keen to join him on such a gig wearing a flower crown.

They were waiting for the homeroom to start on the first period that day, and Tennoko spaced out a little taking in the buzz and feeling surprisingly at ease in the new surroundings.

He looked to his right. The way people were seated, there was an empty student desk beside him. He wondered if the class was going to be one short, and if so why there was still an extra seat left.

"I heard we were going to get a foreigner in class. I guess that was just rubbish," laughed a girl in a group in the front row.

As the homeroom teacher Mr. Yamashita rolled in, his heavy frame almost too big for the doorway, all students dispersed to their seats and gossip ceased.

"There was a misunderstanding with the roster of students but we have figured things out now. Please join us," from the desk he waved at the door, and as it slid open, the class went even more silent at the sight of the newcomer.

He was all broad shoulders and confident walk, straight back, and chest out like a shield once he stood in front of the whole class. His mid length hair was tied up into a half ponytail, and his face was lightly sun-kissed as if it still had some summer tan left from last year. Though he didn't say anything yet, he already had an expression of someone annoyed with the situation, brows pulled in and mouth set into a tight line. The cuffs of his blazer were turned up. To say he was tall was an understatement. He looked like he was going to outgrow the uniform any second.

"Please welcome your fellow student, Ko-kun," Yamashita-sensei read out from the updated roster as the guy customarily scribbled his name on the blackboard.

To everyone's surprise, he wrote it in katakana and Korean side by side. Someone let out a barely audible gasp.

"Ko Yoo-mi. Nice to meet you," he didn't bow, just introduced himself in fluent Japanese in a melodic yet kind of harsh voice, which made Tennoko wonder at his accent.

"Take a seat, Ko-kun," the teacher said, and suddenly, all eyes in the class on the single empty chair, Tennoko realised he was going to have company after all.

He swallowed nervously.

"You've come to know each other a bit so we'll be voting for a class representative today," the teacher addressed the whole class as if the arrival of a new student was no reason enough to disrupt his usual lesson plan. "Volunteers write your names on the sheets. Motoki, no leaning in the chair!"

As the newcomer placed his shoulder bag by the desk, and unzipped it to take out a notebook, Tennoko noticed what he thought looked like the newest issue of Young Guitar magazine peeking through between books.

Just this moment, the stranger sent him a do you mind kind of look, his eyes so dark they looked almost black, and Tennoko startled.

As the day passed, he noticed the newcomer avoided any sort of interaction with others during breaks, conveniently leaving the classroom to do his own thing. During lunchtime the guy was nowhere to be seen, which fueled the gossip even more. At the end of the day, when they changed their shoes in the locker room and walked in groups to get some ramen or to the arcade, the whole class was talking about one thing only -- the Korean.

#original story #original writing #oc #fiction #dawntotheinkblacknight #love #music #bands #friendship #family #goals #dreams #identity #belonging #lgbt #coming of age #highschool #japan-based #tokyo

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panda-noosh · 7 years ago

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Hey! I was wondering if I could request scenarios where the Paladins meet the reader's siblings and help babysit them? If you need inspiration for the siblings, maybe my little sisters. Youngest (7 years old) is shy at first, then sassy, stubborn, smart, and talkative. The other (10) is deaf, quiet, creative, bubbly and sweet. And my bro (he's 13) protective, stoic, sarcastic and quiet. If you need more to go on, message me! Thank you! You're a blessing to the fandom ❤️

I hope you enjoythese! Thank you for the compliment, my love x

Shiro:

“They'renot that bad.”

“Inever said they were.”

“Youlook horrified, Shiro. You haven't even gotten in the front dooryet.” Shiro sends you a sideways glance, one that is a mixbetween a warning and a 'please help me.' You can't help but chuckleat it – he hadn't stopped being nervous from the moment you twoleft your own home. Not only was this the first time he was meetingyour younger siblings, but he was being forced to look after them, aswell.

Itwasn't as if he had disagreed with it. He had kindly said 'of courseI'll help you!' upon the initial request, but there was only so muchconfidence a man could fake at the one time.

Assoon as the two of you were stood outside of your old childhood home,the sound of giggling and your parents telling the younger kids tobehave sounding through the door, Shiro's hand shoots out to grabyours in a desperate plea for you to just staybeside him.

Youhadn't planned to do otherwise, knowing full well how Shiro acts inpublic situations with people he has to impress, but the gesturestill shocks you. You squeeze his fingers gently, before the door isopening and your mothers face is showing through the crack in thedoor, a smile on her lips as if she had no aged a day.

“Finally!”she exclaims, opening the door fully to reveal the three youngerchildren behind her. They had quietened down, becoming slightly shyat the sight of the bulky man on their doorstep. You give them warmsmiles as your mother pulls both you and Shiro into a hug, exclaimingher praises.

Youfollow her into the home, allowing her to tell you all about the newplan and the set-up and bed times and school work – all of which,you know will go out the window as soon as they leave. You and yoursiblings were like best friends – they never took you seriouslywhen you were babysitting them, because all you did was joke around.

Yourmother and father leave the house shortly afterwards, and havocensues. For the first hour or so, you and Shiro genuinely try to bereasonable adults towards the younger ones. Attempting to sit themdown to do their homework, or cooking them little meals and makingsure they drank enough water.

Butit wasn't long before that layer of shyness was picked away,revealing an all-too familiar giddy side that you had seen amongstthem for years.

Inminutes, Shiro was being pinned to the floor by three giddy kids whoinsisted on singing the alphabet all too loudly in your boyfriendear. Shiro groans, wiggling under their grip and begging for you todo something butyou can't do anything but laugh in the corner at how much of a turnthe night took.

“Alright,alright!” Shiro exclaims. “Time to go to bed, or something. Idon't know! Just – get off of me!”

“Youtook the remote, Shiro,” you say from the doorway. Your brothergrins at your words, knowing he now has an even bigger excuse to keepShiro pinned down.

Theoriginal excuse had been the fact that he had risked kissing you infront of them all. That had no panned out nicely, an array of 'ew'sand 'get a room!'s' being passed around before Shiro was eventuallypinned to the living room floor.

“I'mthe big kid,” Shiro argues, sending you a look of annoyance foradding fuel to an already massive fire. “I'm allowed the remote.”

“Andthis is my house,” your brother comments. “So surely we shouldget first say?”

“That'snot how society works. You need to be doing your homework.”

“I'vegot all day to do my homework. The Simpsons finishes at half 4.” “He's got a point,” you chirp in, again. Shiro groans,throwing his head back and finally going limp against the carpet.Your sisters giggle as your brother hops off of him, wiping his handsdown his school slacks with a proud smile on his face – victory forhim, again.

Shiroputs The Simpsonson himself, a true sign of weakness for the Paladin. It makes youchuckle as he walks towards you in the living room doorway, the threekids finally settled down behind him as he wraps an arm around yourwaist and digs his face into the crook of your neck – a form ofcomfort for him.

“Youdidn't tell me I'd be this exhausted so early on,” he mumblesagainst your skin. You giggle, wrapping your own arm around hisshoulders and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“You'vejust got to be nice. They love you.”

Keith:

Uponinitial arrival, you had low hopes.

Itsounds cruel, you know, but Keith wasn't one for social interaction.He could barely go a minute without sending out some sarcastic,offensive remark towards somebodyinthe room, so whenever he offered to babysit your little siblings withyou, you weren't entirely sure what to say.

Therewas always the chance he could be good with kids. You had barely seenhim around children before, so the discovery of a nice and soft Keithcould be made, but from what you hadseenof him around people, he wasn't much of a pleaser of people.

Sochildren were a long shot.

Nonetheless,you said okay. It was the least you could do – he was planning ondropping you off and picking you up anyway. There really was no pointin you leaving.

Yourhopes were low, and your anxiety was high, but Keith barely seemed tocare. He surprisingly walked right up to the front door, knockedpolitely, greeted your mother with a kiss to the cheek before sendingher off with a grin on his face that never once faltered as she leftthe house.

Threechildren to take care of, all of whom were on a sugar high from thesweets your mother had given them in an attempt to keep them quietfor at least a few moments.

AndKeith handled it perfectly.

Youbarely had to step in once as he sat down on the living room floor,your seven year old sister at his elbow with a colouring book in herlap. Keith sat beside her, legs folded as he passed her the crayonsshe asked for like a nurse handing a doctor his tools.

“Green,”your sister would say, and immediately a green crayon would be placedin her small hand.

“It'slooking good,” Keith comments every now and then, looking over yourlittle sisters shoulder as the colouring book. She had always beengood at being creative – the colouring genuinely was good. An arrayof pastel colours that made the Mandala page pop to an impressiveamount. “You need to draw me sometime and then colour me in withthat red colour.” “Even your skin?” your sister giggles.

Keithgrimaces as if the words had affected him. “Do I look ill? Am Iflustered?”

Yoursister nods teasingly, giggling at her own actions. You watch on asKeith gasps, placing a dramatic hand over his heart like a clawreaching into his chest.

“You'vewounded me,” he says, dramatically. “Perhaps to make up for it,you should let me colour in a little bit?”

Yoursister nods her head almost immediately, passing the colouring bookto Keith and letting him choose his own drawing. He eventually comesacross a solar system picture and gets to work on colouring it, yoursister passing him the colours just like he had done for her.

Theywere like two best friends, and you couldn't help the stupid grinwhich erupts on your face at the sight of them.

Lance:

“Lance!”

Yourbrother greets you and your boyfriend at the door before the handlehas even been turned – because Lance is here, and that means goodthings. That means a day of fun, and pranks being pulled on no othervictim than you.

Youhadn't initially agreed to bringing Lance for that reasonspecifically. After last times bad experience with the prank war hehad secretly organised with your teenage brother, you didn't see itas much of a good idea to let him back in. The two caused troublewhen they were together – quiet stealths.

Butyour mother had insisted that Lance be your right-hand-man tonight.Your brother had apparently done nothing but ask about Lance from themoment he had left the house the last time to now. It was aheartwarming thought, until you were forced to suffer through thesame things as last time all over again.

Itstarts off simple. You stand in the kitchen, cooking dinner for thetwo of them as Lance entertains the teenage boy. It doesn't takemuch. A few maths questions giving extra time for Overwatch game play– a deal of many. You can hear them plotting in the living roomthrough an array of pencil scratches and lazor shooting noises, butchoose to ignore them for now. You had put enough trust in Lance tobe mature that you didn't feel the need to be paranoid -

Notuntil there was flour drenching your clothing and you were yellingfor your brother to “Get back here now! I'm telling mum!”

Youhad grabbed your brother and pulled him into a death grip hug,smothering his clothing in flour. Lance had screamed dramatically,attempting to pry your younger brother from your hands, and beforelong, the two of them had gotten away and had hidden upstairs.

“Don'tdie on me, damn it!” you had heard Lance yell as your brotherpretends that the flour is his own blood. “She will pay for this!”

Thenext prank comes not ten minutes later. You walk back into thekitchen, only for Lance and your brother to jump out from behind thedoor and startle you, your brother up on Lance's shoulder fordramatic effect.

Youscream and kick Lance in the leg, watching as he grips your brotherthat little bit tighter to avoid him falling.

“Lance!Y/B/N!” you exclaim, gripping your chest. “So help me god, if youdo anything else-”

“Don'tthreaten him!” your brother exclaims, causing Lance to burst outlaughing. You pout, folding your arms over your chest – you lovedseeing them get along, but bonding over your misery wasn't somethingyou particularly liked.

Lancesighs upon seeing your pouting face and quickly sets your brotheronto the floor, pulling you into a sideways hug. It isn't long beforeyour brother is clinging to your waist, joining in on the embrace.

“Welove you,” Lance whispers against your hair. “This is just ourway of-”

Hedoesn't get to finish his sentence before you've sent flour into theair, it latching onto both of their faces in seconds.

Hunk:

Hunkwas lucky your younger sister liked to cook.

Thatwas what he had told you. That your little sister liking to cook washis saving grace amongst your family, because that was all he likedto do. Cook. Bake. Make food.

Soto walk into your household and be told that your ten year old sister– the shy, quiet and sweet girl you had looked after so many times– actually liked to make her own stuff as well, was like a breathof fresh air.

Henever failed to make you smile with the way them two were together.It was adorable – a mix of admiration and confusion. Your ten yearold sister wasn't one for talking. She was quiet, locked inside ofher own head a lot of the time, just like you were. So to see hergiggling and laughing along to Hunk's playful jokes was a rare andweird sight.

Butyou wouldn't trade it for the world. Not even as you walked into thekitchen on one summer afternoon to see Hunk and your sister dabbingpieces of frosting on each others faces as if the dessert topping wasmake up.

“Y/N,look!” you sister exclaims upon seeing you standing by the door.“We got icing.”

Younarrow your eyes, stepping into the kitchen fully. “I can see that.May I ask why?”

“Wewere baking,” Hunk replies, adding another dab of icing onto yoursisters cheek and watching her as she crinkles her nose up cutely atthe sensation of it dripping from the skin. “We're bored waiting onthe cupcakes to cook, so here we are. Do you not think she looks likeElsa from Frozen?”

“Iprefer Anna,” your sister insists. “Can we put cinnamon in myhair to colour it? Then you can be Elsa!” Hunk's eyes widenplayfully as he turns to you. “Can we?”

Allyou can do is smile in reply, because you know that no matter whatyou say, they'll do it anyway. And a part of you doesn't entirelymind.

Pidge:

“I'mjust telling you that it's scientifically impossible for the eventsof this game to actually unfold in real life. That's why I'm notplaying it with you.”

Yourbrother narrows his eyes, folding his arms over his chest as Pidge'sreply for her to play World of Warcraft with him in real life. “Whatif wizards are real somewhere and we just don't know about it?”

Pidgebarely glances at him as she replies. “I find that very unlikely,since the level of technology in this age would make it close toimpossible for such beings to hide from us.”

“Butwhat about the level of magic? We don't know how well they can hide.”

Pidgeshrugs, still looking up at the roof. “Well, why don't you go lookfor wizards, then? Playing an online game of them won't make themcome out of hiding.”

Yourbrother turns to you, a look of confusion dazzling his features. Yousimply roll your eyes, telling him that this was what your girlfriendwas like on a daily basis – always had to have an answer foreverything, a reason behind everything. It was almost impossible toargue with her, because everything she said was so well thought out.It was as if she had planned the argument beforehand.

Yourbrother sighs and turns back to Pidge, taking a seat against the sofaand letting his back rest against her legs. “You're no fun, Pidge.”

“I'mgreat fun. I'm giving you advice on how to look for wizards.”

“Afteryou told me they weren't real.”

“AfterI broke the cold truth to you, buddy.”

“Whatif you just play the online version with me? You can use mum's laptopand we'll make you an account!”

Youhave to bite back your laugh at the thought. Pidge's face screws intoexactly what you thought it would – slight disgust.

“Youwouldn't catch me dead playing an online game,” Pidge insists. “Iprefer to look into things outside of the internet. Maybe I couldteach you how laptops work from the inside instead of-”

“Wedid that last week.”

Pidgescrews her eyes shut, sighing. “Right. I forgot.”

“Ididn't. I'm the one that got in trouble for my laptop being rippedopen.”

“Itwas for educational purposes.”

Yourbrother shakes his head. “It always is with you, Pidge.”

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moonraccoon-exe · 8 years ago

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Papa ardyn with his three year old daughter Headcanons

This one goes for this other polite anon and you, requester.Hope you like it, yall Papa Ardyn fandom. ～(‘u^人)

Villain papa Ardyn and his 3 y.o. little but adorable villain daughter.

Kicking in some Noctis and gang at some point, too.

[Adding a Keep Reading Line at some point]

Ardyn and 3 y.o. are a childish mess.

3 y.o. girl has to start going to school.

“But why!? I don’t want to! School can wait! ;________;”

…that was Ardyn.

He’s had so much fun with baby girl he doesn’t want to be away of her.

But little girl is pretty darn excited about school.

So, Ardyn has to let her :’(

Ardyn’s dropping her at school, then sitting at a bench across the street waiting for her to come out again when school’s over.

He’s been alive 2000 years, he can wait a couple hours with patience.

“Why is she taking so long, stop ;______;”

Aw, Ardyn, you’re gonna die when she goes to middle school with a longer school schedule.

Ardyn’s gonna be the happiest when school’s over and he sees little girl walk out.

Always reaches to hug her like he hasn’t seen her in like a month.

“BABY GIRL! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡“

Ardyn that was like 5 hours

3 y.o. little girl has requested to let her hair grow.

This is the point where Ardyn’s phoning Aranea for help.

Ardyn’s in love with dressing her baby girl and have her look and feel the prettiest princess in the world, so it occurred to him:

Ardyn’s buying ribbons for her.

As a baby she didn’t have enough hair for that and when it grew enough it had not crossed his head before, but now…phew.

There’s more ribbons in the house than actual food or clothes.

Ardyn had gotten only one at first.

It was this red ribbon and he had no idea how to put it on her, but he managed his way there.

You should have seen his face when he stepped back to look at her.

Basically like

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ❤～(≧▽≦人)“

She looks so pretty, that huge red ribbon on her dark red hair, omg, how can such a stupid thing turn an adorable person into someone 1000x cuter?

Ardyn just bought the entire stall of ribbons at a store.

RIBBONS EVERYWHERE.

Little girl’s a pretty likeable person, so not particularly bullied, but just in case…

Ardyn’s gonna terrify the hell out of the kids that try to mess with her.

His strategy, show his real face.

Like this once 3 y.o. girl was in the playground and at some point she came running with Papa because these boys were saying a mean thing about her.

“Oh, no, it’s okay baby girl. Look, tell them to come, I’ll have a conversation with them.”

Ardyn just f*cking SHOWED HIS REAL DEMON FACE TO THE BOYS.

Guess who never said anything mean about little girl again.

“Nobody messed with my daughter >:’(”

“You’re the best, papa :3″

There’s 3 y.o. girl kissing papa’s demon face because she loves him.

You should see Papa Ardyn dealing with potty training.

He’s so patient it’s ridiculous.

That’s the perks of having waited 2000 years for the goddamn King of Light, you learn to be the most patient thing of Eos.

Baby girl never fails to tell him when she has to go or at least ask for a clean diaper.

Ardyn’s teaching her to use the potty, and even though he’s pretty damn VERY lost on the matter, he’s still patient and shares lots of laughs with little girl when ‘accidents happen’.

Lollipops.

These two are utter trash for lollipops.

Actually, little girl is Ardyn’s excuse to buy a ridiculous amount of lollipops each week.

He’s paying and the cashier has this -____- look because “sir, are you sure you want to buy 53 lollipops”

“…she likes lollipops .______.”

Yeah, sure, Ardyn, you’re eating 30 of those.

As mentioned, little girl is pretty damn friendly, and started going to school, so…

Toddlers playdates at Ardyn’s house.

What do I do with more kids that also aren’t mine alksjdsdjf

Ardyn’s staring at kids for hours because he has no idea how those things work except his own.

Baby girl has it under control, don’t worry.

Little girl has a more extent vocabulary.

Meaning, the Why era just started.

“Daddy why is the sky blue?”

“Daddy why are you so tall?”

“Daddy why do dogs pee like that?”

“Daddy why do you look so young if you’re 2000?”

It’s all super simple to answer.

Tbh Ardyn’s answering some in his flamboyant sarcasm and not even accurately but little girl buys it anyway.

“Daddy where do babies come from?”

._____.

“Yes, hello, I have another question, Aranea.”

It’s not that he doesn’t know, hahaha, it’s he doesn’t know what to say.

Tbh by this point Aranea’s starting to switch her phone in silence all day.

“I’m not paid enough for this shit.”

Guess who’s in the perfect age for constant tantrums.

At first Ardyn used to freak the hell out because I LOVE THIS LITTLE HUMAN BUT I HATE WHAT SHE’S DOING BUT I DON’T HATE HER HOW DO I TELL HER TO SHUT THE FUCK UP WITHOUT HURTING HER FEELINGS

Ardyn’s got it under control now. Sort of. His own way.

Ardyn’s threatening her saying something about gifting her to Iedolas.

“But he’s ugly, papa ;_____;”

“Precisely.”

Little girl stops the tantrum.

Ardyn’s threatening constantly cause he’s a villain but baby girl doesn’t mind cause he’s never hurt her in any way and she’s growing up a villain too, so a threat is just fine, I guess, hahaha.

Another tantrum, wtf

Ardyn’s threatening on gifting her to Verstael.

“HE’S UGLY TOO.”

“See, then be a good girl and stay with your handsome papa.”

It’s a tantrum in public.

Ardyn’s not doing anything.

Ardyn’s arm crossed looking down at little girl who’s currently thrown on the floor screaming.

Once she tires out Ardyn’s gonna go down to her height like

“See, it felt good, right? Let all your rage and hatred out?”

“But all my noise upset the other people, papa.”

“Precisely.”

“…yeah, it felt good.”

It’s actually super nice, let the child tantrum to exhaustion cause they need to vent their feelings but also understand they’re doing a senseless thing.

Nice job there, Ardyn, ten points to yourself.

Little girl is drawing daemons on the living room’s wall.

“*GASP* BABY GIRL, NO!”

Ardyn’s currently sat in front of the wall at a side of baby girl holding a crayon and doodling on the wall.

“This one has three eyes, not two, and let’s fix this Marilith’s head, okay?”

Little girl smacked this boy at school who stole her cookie.

“Way you go, baby girl! :’)”

Ardyn’s the sweetest papa, but he’s a villain, omg, what is this girl gonna be when she’s older, everybody run, we’re not safe.

3 y.o. girl has this giant dollhouse that Ardyn definitely didn’t steal from anywhere.

3 y.o. girl and papa Ardyn are playing together with the dollhouse.

There’s papa Ardyn with the blonde doll cause baby girl wanted the brunette one.

They’re sharing gossip and going shopping.

The dolls, I mean.

3 y.o. girl has a constant come-and-go of what she wants to be when she grows up.3 y.o. girl wants to be a doctor.

3 y.o. girl has this nice toy set of doctor game.

Ardyn is very definitely pretending to be sick almost every day.

He’s pretending to pass out.

“Oh, oh no! I feel so bad! I need a doctor! If oooonly there was sooome nearbyyyy….”

There’s goes 3 y.o. little girl.

SHE’S RUSHING SO FAST OMG SHE BE BEST DOCTOR IN TOWN.

Ardyn’s going to pretend and fake every illness he supposedly catches.

“Oh no, I don’t knooow….no…nope…oooh, there! It hurts theeere! Doctor please heal meeee :’(”

Bro, it doesn’t hurt.

Still, Ardyn enjoys to be thrown on the floor for like half an hour while little girl plays doctor.

3 y.o. little girl likes art and crafts.

Ardyn’s joining her in activities about that.

There’s giant, skyscrapper-height Ardyn sat in a kid-sized chair at a side of his baby girl doing some macaroni drawing of some stupid fish.

Ardyn’s having so much fun.

“Look, mine looks so pretty! OOOH, yours is even better, baby girl! What do you mean mine’s ugly? Of course not! Look, it has this little fin and…come on, it’s so pretty, I put all my effort in it.”

Now they’re using pencils and crayons.

“Oh, that’s a very nice drawing of home, baby girl! Look at mine. What do you mean a ‘rotten dough’, it’s a cat.”

Skyscrapper-tall Ardyn’s still sat in that kid-sized chair doing a painting with the palms and fingers as brush.

“Ahaha, this is so much fun.”

“Daddy, I’m happy already, can we go home?”

“One craft more, baby girl.”

Little girl really likes storybooks.

Ardyn just bought the entire kids’ books shelf from the book store.

Papa Ardyn and 3 y.o. are reading together so she can learn.

Papa Ardyn’s the most patient little shit, ugh, so adorable.

Papa Ardyn is going to half-sit half-lie in either her or his bed, have little girl sit in his lap, and he’s gonna open a book so both can read at her pace.

Sometimes it takes up to 2 hours entertained in just that.

He guides her and helps her decipher what’s written.

Sometimes little girl is falling asleep on him.

Most times, Ardyn’s not even gonna go away, he’ll just fall asleep too with baby girl cuddled to his chest.

Papa Ardyn and 3 y.o. also like walks through the parks.

Papa Ardyn and 3 y.o. like to feed the ducks.

3 y.o. just threw a piece of bread to the duck’s head on purpose cause it was mean to her.

“*GASPS* Baby girl!!! What an aim 0:”

Ardyn’s so gonna teach this girl to shoot at some point, she has talent.

That this 3 y.o. girl climbs up trees ain’t troubles.

Ardyn like, only needs to put the hands up and he reaches her, lmao.

Papa Ardyn’s teaching little girl to secretly mess with the Lucian prince and the gang.

Papa Ardyn and little girl are hidden behind a bush poking at the back of Noctis’ head and hiding back again before he notices.

They’re throwing small, harmless rocks to Prompto from a spot he can’t see.

They’re using spitballs and a straw against Gladio.

They decide it’s best not to mess with Ignis.

He cooks so good.

Not like Ardyn…not like he tends to steal Ignis’ dishes and cookies or anything…

Baby girl’s learning to childishly hate the Lucian prince.

3 y.o. girl is walking up to him.

“Papa’s better than you! He gonna kick your butt! I gonna kick your butt when I grow up, too, you old man!”

“I’m twenty.”

“OLD”

“YEAH? YOUR PAPA IS 2000 YEARS OLD, YOU LITTLE SHIT.”

Little girl is kicking the prince’s leg then run away.

Papa Ardyn and 3 y.o. like boxes.

They liked to build up forts with the boxes.

They also like to use boxes to craft some disguise like moogle wings.

Papa Ardyn once got this giant box.

Papa Ardyn and 3 y.o. daughter and playing inside.

It’s ridiculous.

Ardyn barely fits in there.

3 y.o. little girl likes to sing the Lucian equivalent of Happy Birthday from the top of her lungs.

It’s nobody’s birthday.

“It IS somewhere!!”

Of course, little girl, but this is the 10th time you sing it today.

3 y.o. little girl likes stickers.

Ardyn just bought the entire shelf of stickers of the store.

How many shelves has this man bought already, somebody stop him.

3 y.o. little girl once decorated all of papa’s room with stickers.

All the walls are covered in moogle and chocobo stickers.

Also hearts and kittens.

Also puppies and clouds.

Ardyn walks into his room.

“…baby girl .____.”

3 y.o. girl is like (◕‿◕)♡

“Baby girl…THIS IS AMAZING (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ“

Ardyn’s letting the stickers stay there forever.

It’s not the stickers.

It’s that BABY GIRL PUT THEM THERE FOR ME AKLJSJSLDKFJ

Baby girl could stab someone and Ardyn’s still gonna be super proud just because it’s her.

…well, it’s not a good example, considering Ardyn does stab people himself…hm.

They playing monster.

3 y.o. also likes dancing.

There’s papa Ardyn doing the moogle dance with 3 y.o. little girl.

They’re standing on the table.

It’s a public table.

Ardyn regrets nothing.

3 y.o. and Ardyn are doing the chocobo dance.

They’re again in public.

They regret nothing.

PIGGY BACK RIDES.

3 y.o. girl also likes fire, like papa.

Papa Ardyn is constantly entertaining 3 y.o. baby girl with summoning fire on his palms.

See how other parents do sock-puppet shows for their kids

Nah man.

FIRE PUPPET SHOWS.

It’s so twisted, man, this girl has the best dad ever wtf.

3 y.o. girl likes SO MUCH to draw things on the street with chalk.

LIKE LITERALLY SO MUCH IT’S RIDICULOUS SHE LOVES IT.

3 y.o. girl is joined by Papa Ardyn to draw lots of things with chalk on the street.

3 y.o. girl likes to draw daemons devouring people.

“That’s such a gorgeous Ariadne, baby girl!”

“Yah, but you the prettiest daemon, papa”

Ardyn is crying happy tears.

Papa Ardyn and 3 y.o. are drawing Ifrit murdering everyone on Eos, at the porch.

It’s not their porch.

Lmao they’re drawing traumatic kid chalk drawings on everybody’s porches when they’re not looking.

3 y.o. girl likes to have tea parties.

3 y.o. girl is joined in tea parties by papa Ardyn.

There’s skyscrapper-tall Ardyn again sat at a kid sized chair wearing a pink flowery hat having a tea party with little Izunia and her plush toys.

He’s loving it, tbh.

Evil dad with his evil daughter, as an adorable mess. Evil + evil = maximum fluff.

Let them be evily happy together. (っ˘ω˘ς )

Here’s Papa Ardyn.

#papa ardyn

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facelessdreamer · 6 years ago

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I hate that there’s

not enough time in the world to do everything.

Theres not enough hours in a whole day to do all things I want to do man. It’s sucks extremely. Everything’s just lined up and I wanna do all them things I can and want to do but I can’t because of me ultimately minus the other factors in life. It’s me. Now I have a job. Finally. But it’s taking up all my time even on my scattered couple days off I relax because it’s literally needed and it goes by so quick like my do nothing days. I don’t know how to go about it. How shall I do things? And what the fuck on Earth are these feelings man. Gotta find a way to pause them but it’s fucking relentless and the off buttons mia. There’s vibes at work, people everywhere, mindless heavy work and sad little me walking about making mistakes and fixing them and putting in work and talking to people without wanting to really and i just can’t tell if I’m putting up a front or not. I don’t know if that’s the jolly me I brag about and that I know myself as or if I just do it because I don’t know how else to behave but nicely and highly energetic and enthusiastically. Just honestly what the fuck do I do with all this life? Shit its 7 minutes past midnight. And it’s clicked. Happy fucking birthday to my ass. God I can’t say in words how this day coming around makes and has made me feel for months. The big ass bitchin 20. Idk why I’m complaining like it’s a fat three zero bc to most people my life’s just started. To me it literally really and truly is dooming and I hate the whole idea of it. When I was 17 I wanted it to last longer. When I was 18 I wanted it to be permanent. When I was 19 just moments ago I wanted to settle for it. I didn’t want to be an age I was no longer a teen. When you’re not that people expect you to act your age and it’s a serious thing then. It’s still expected at teen years but not as surprising bc your still in your adolescent years doing dumb and reckless shit. And yes I spent 19 doing just that. For multiple reasons going as me being a natural fuck up to just not caring with what ever I do to actually wanting to also do dumb shit. 18 was a good age to stay permanent because I was legally an adult and could accounting the law roam with a piece of ID and qualify myself as my own person. 17 was just a golden age to be. That was the mid point of comfort. Dumb and smart and old enough and young at the very same time. Immersing into adulthood yet equivalently latched to the past 16 years of innocent youth. As you get older youth stays but increases with some venemous symptoms. It is no longer sunsets and rainbows full of more laughter and ignorant bliss. It gets darker, wilder, mature, things like welcome to the real world, make do and diy. You start to get your hands dirty and make real messes out of things and be the people who are parents taught us not to be. We become the inevitable damage content of this world like every other adult who was also once young and carefree. We’re all so innocent then boom as we get older we become dangerous. Every age shapes us and makes us a version of ourselves we were once different to not long before. Mad that. We also become smarter each passing year so what makes us a danger is exactly that. We know what to do, how to go about things, we are sane and have sense and real firm control of our words and manoeuvres and with that we purposely cause problems even through subliminal moves. That is being older. Being an adult. It’s where “act your age” kicks at you. Bc you’re no longer futile and brainless. You’ve now officially become something artificial like anyone else is. Nothing new, nothing special. Just older.

I’ve said this before but I’m gonna say it again.. I tend to usually drift of topic and continue into a subject of something relative but not the point I should be sticking to. I always do this and I get more ongoing content out instead of what else I might have wanted to say regarding my original point. I jump from one thing to another and I can’t help it but at least I say things that are real right? Whatever comes to mind it just spills on here despite the point. That can be talked about if I remember it again or not

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Rn I’m tired mixed with shitty feelings and watching some Justin timberlake movie on tele. (This is me coming back to say it wasn’t that great and dad pestered me to go up to bed so I never saw the end, wasn’t worth it then) God it’s always been forever when I come back to watch tv. It’s like I got to make time for it even though I don’t really. But when I want to it’s usually at night at a time like this and I hope anything is on from a good block buster movie down to anything like gogglebox even. Just want some of that tv nature to bring me back to something normal (I think I meant to say that as the reason idky it just got typed). I love tv or so I did. I barely spend time with the sofa and the big screen in front of me since I got lazy and sad over a year ago. Funny how among all the hundreds of interlinked factors does it shape a new lifestyle. Every facet of life and me and exisitance plays a harmless yet powerful game. It’s mad how I used to be not a year ago and how I am months down a line compared to the old me. It feels like years and years in between but it’s not. This is me. Everyday it’s a new me. Everyday I change exponentially with my moods and infiltration of hella sadness. I can’t get away from it. I’m immersed into this new me whose no longer definitive to the new term anymore. It’s quite old now but always the latest version seeing as I haven’t changed the persona of me since it came forward and consumed me. Let’s talk about consumption? Kay lets. Like I always say I know myself. Knowing yourself doesn’t mean shit to nothing else alive but to you. You’re a different you in every other mind of every pair of eyes that’s seen you. Even if it was a stranger walking by. They saw you. Mindlessly they saw you in mere sight and that’s it. Quick glance and take in of appearance or sometimes a little more with a minor thought upon you. You’re seen nevertheless as versions you will never know yourself and never of the version you really are. You don’t even know the real version of you. You only know most of you bc you know your interest and hobbies and things like that. Other people say won’t know all of that but only some and the way they see you because they’re literally outside of your body and seeing you through their eyes and not from your own mind. So yeah me knowing me I can’t say why I’ve allowed myself to get like this and be so caught up in feelings that are unpleasant and disturbing. My reasons would simply be things like bc I wanted to bc I didn’t care to close any doors I was meant to close in my head. Bc I wanted to be sad really. Bc I’m also alone but that’s minor bc I only figured that out recently. Other pointless reasons may occur too like not taking care when I really was being pushed to help myself but I don’t take growing hands. I have a problem with saying yes to things that’ll harmlessly benefit me. I just say no politely like don’t trouble yourself for me. Like I don’t want that. Who am I? I mean I know who I am and my worth. It’s fucking up there bro. But people don’t see me and shouldn’t see me as worthy of taking help. Like I can’t put it in words so I’ll give up on that. But my pint is I can’t justify in explaining as to why I say no to any simple help. A guy offer me a bag to carry two heavy bottles of coke? Na it’s alright really fast and I zoom out and away like what was the reason for a mini nervous breakdown and say no for? Am I okay? It’s really like I cba you should never have opened your mouth bc really and truly it would be a great help if these bottles can be bagged and carried instead of it cradled in my arms but I cba for the excerion. That’s it! Mental and physical effort. Like without even thinking this. It’s just a feeling and I literally can’t deal with that. So I automatically say no. I’ve gone off topic agains nd forgot my point smh

Next thing I wanna put out here is that my music hasn’t been very obliging past three nights. Two nights I dunno I didn’t even put in and sleep bc I really wasn’t for it them couple nights and I felt like it was causing my head to feel some way. So I left it and slept freely when the moment came. The third night and a night after also too which was last night I plugged in my earphones at some point bc I could not not do it, it being such a habit. It still wasn’t gratifying as it usually is. The music was fine and great with what played. I was entertained nonetheless but my body and head was more worked out and tired than the past three months and I’d been drinking and smoking so I feel that also defo had some affect and influence on whatever I was feeling. It wasn’t good I tell you that. Aaaaaand I keep waking up incessantly every morning for time now. I can’t even remember when there was a time I woke up feeling good. These days and last year I’ve been waking up not pleasantly. It’s always something man. Literally. I have no soul to exaggerate any of what goes on with me on here. Here lies the truth. My blog. My sweet pretty blog. So yeah I wake up and it’s an ache in my head, remnant music echoes which are fine but make me wonder am I causing something in me? Things like bad dreams and I have like 50 in one night and the bad ones make me unhappy as I wake. There also this weird weird feeling I get just as I’m waking and it’s one I really can’t explain. It’s so bad like I’m half way conscious and half way not at all awake. I’m literally both and I get this feeling, it’s heavy and I wouldn’t say painful but it causes some kind of light hurt? Idk but I feel it immensely and it does come to my attention in the moment and I am not okay as to why this happens many mornings of when I wake. Like after it is over not that I pay attention but it does go away and I am either gone back to sleep or have woken up somehow now I just am not happy bc of the wake. Like your/my wake literally matters. I don’t like these numerous sensations I feel in my moment of waking. I want to be woken with ease and calmness and slowness like just how a breeze comes pleasantly on a hot summers day. I wanna be woken softly and beautifully like that.

Okay I’m not done talking but I’m tired so gonna tap out now (02:59)

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When the FBI Thought a High Priest of Satan Was Trying to Kill Ted Kennedy

POLITICO illustration with pictures from Deanne Fitzmaurice/Polaris and AP

David Gambacorta is a writer-at-large at the Philadelphia Inquirer. He has likewise written for Esquire, Longreads, The Ringer, The Baffler and The Marshall Task.

The FBI and Secret Service representatives made their method through the streets of San Francisco’s foggy Richmond District area, about 2 miles from the Golden Gate Bridge, toward a narrow Victorian house that looked like it had tumbled out of the shadows of Alfred Hitchcock’s creativity. The structure rose 2 floors to a dramatically angled roof; nearly every inch of the exterior had been painted the color of midnight.

The firms had actually spent the lion’s share of 2 weeks in October 1980 pursuing a case that had all the ingredients of a prospective media firestorm, one that could stimulate the nation’s most traumatic political memories. Now– on Halloween– their digging had led investigators here, to 6114 California Street.

It was called the Black Home, and stories about what went on behind its walls had actually been the topic of curiosity and speculation for more than a decade. The representatives climbed up a brick staircase, and knocked on the jet-black front door.

They were soon satisfied by a bald, middle-aged man with a goatee: Anton Szandor LaVey. LaVey, the high priest of the Church of Satan, was once rumored to have actually played a mystical function in the death of a previous Hollywood star.

A day previously, Senator Ted Kennedy had left San Francisco after marketing for President Jimmy Carter, whose basic election showdown with Ronald Reagan was inching better. It had been a long, tumultuous year for Kennedy, who was then in his late 40 s. He ‘d attempted to wrest the Democratic governmental election from Carter; when that bid failed, Kennedy resorted to playing the role of a great celebration soldier, summoning the remnants of his household’s old Camelot magic as he crisscrossed the nation to win over citizens for Carter.

Running for president had also awakened a worry that Kennedy had attempted to conceal even from his closest confidants: that he would be assassinated, just like his bros, President John F. Kennedy and Sen. Robert F. Kennedy. Anonymous tormentors had been sending out Ted Kennedy handwritten dangers considering that the late 1960 s. “Teddy has to die,” promised a note that was when mailed to his dad. The death threats only increased when Kennedy was on the project path in1980

What Kennedy, Shrum and a handful of other staffers didn’t understand was that a person early morning that October, teletype machines had actually clattered to life in FBI field workplaces across the nation with a fresh transmission, seven pages’ worth of new intelligence information. The bottom of the first page consisted of a plain message: “SENATOR EDWARD KENNEDY– VICTIM, CONGRESSIONAL ASSASSINATION STATUTE.”

An informant had actually called the FBI workplace in downtown Chicago and described that a plot to murder Kennedy was being set in motion. It’s a story that has actually never been told until now, a bizarre piece of history that ended up being public only when I discovered records of the examination that the FBI silently released in June in The Vault, the bureau’s online FOIA library. The files described a plan that apparently involved cash, drugs and the mob. And according to the informant, the ringleader– the male who supposedly desired Ted Kennedy dead– was none besides Anton LaVey.

Fourteen years previously, in the spring of 1966, the nation was marked by discontent and experimentation. It was a perfect environment for provocateurs, a fact that was not lost on LaVey, then a 36- year-old showman who declared he ‘d worked in the past as an occult private investigator and a performer in a traveling circus.

That April, he invented a brand-new role for himself, shaving his head and forming the Church of Satan. LaVey arranged his church around a philosophy of self-indulgence and excess– aptly mirroring the times– but still experimented with devil worship motifs, vamping in a cape, and using a bulbous ring that he declared could give little children their dreams. His Jaguar even had an individualized license plate: SATAN9. “Individuals like to have a hell of a time, do not they?” LaVey asked during an interview around that time with Joe Pyne, a syndicated talk program host.

P.T. Barnum had a circus tent, and LaVey had the Black House, where he kept a pet lion and performed routines. LaVey’s stagecraft attracted the attention of some Hollywood players, like Sammy Davis Jr. and the actress Jayne Mansfield, who was reported to have had an affair with LaVey. In one, Mansfield playfully clutches a skull while LaVey fans his cape out beside her, and in another, she prepares to drink from a chalice that he cradles in his hand.

The decade that followed shown to be a duration of transition– for both LaVey and Kennedy. LaVey cut back on his public performances, and started composing books that cashed in on the popular culture fascination with films like Rosemary’s Baby and The Exorcist “He had ended what he called the ‘stuffed rat and tombstone’ news protection which had mainly been released in guys’s publications,” explains Magus Peter Gilmore, the Church of Satan’s current high priest, in an e-mail. “He was now giving his time to more major conversations of his philosophy, beyond the flamboyant and creepy trappings which initially brought him attention.”

Throughout the country, on the other hand, Kennedy was wrestling behind the scenes with concerns about his political fate. Advocates had once expected him to get his killed siblings’ mantle and try for the White House, yet the 1972 and 1976 governmental races found Kennedy on the sidelines, incapacitated by the specter of his 1969 car crash in Chappaquiddick that resulted in the death of a traveler, Mary Jo Kopechne, and resulted in him pleading guilty to leaving the scene of a mishap.

But Kennedy’s hesitancy faded by the end of the years, and he was heartened by early surveys that showed Democratic voters would prefer him over Carter in a governmental main fight. “He was running for president because he really thought President Carter was not dealing with concerns that were important,” says Stuart Shapiro, a previous Kennedy senior staffer.

Running for the country’s highest workplace, however, increased the chances that Kennedy might end up being a target for some psychopathic potential assassin who might lurk, confidential and unnoticed, at a busy rally. It was no idle risk. In March 1980, a tipster in Charlotte, North Carolina, got in touch with the cops after overhearing a group of males in a cinema boasting that they planned to assassinate Kennedy in Pittsburgh, with some taken M-16 rifles. A project volunteer in Trenton, New Jersey, got a phone call from a man who vowed to assassinate the senator when he visited the city in May.

Aside from blurting, “They’re going to shoot my ass off the way they shot Bobby,” while on a congressional flight back from Alaska, Kennedy shied away from sharing his assassination fears with aides or family members. “I remember being in Iowa, and when we ‘d first go out there, the Secret Service would produce this huge space between him and the crowd,” Shrum tells me.

Independently, Kennedy sought out his physician and political advisor, Larry Horowitz, and handed him something important. “It was a letter my daddy had written to me at the start of his presidential campaign, in case he was assassinated,” Patrick Kennedy, his youngest kid, remembered in his 2015 book, A Typical Battle: An Individual Journey Through the Past and Future of Mental Health Problem and Dependency Kennedy took to calling Patrick from the road every night– his method of letting his adolescent kid know nothing bad had occurred.

The informant who contacted the FBI in 1980 stated he ‘d received a call, too, on October20 The caller had identified himself as LaVey, the informant claimed, and disclosed that he wanted the man’s help with a strategy to murder Ted Kennedy.

The FBI and the Secret Service knew two things for certain: LaVey still lived in San Francisco, and they needed to get a deal with on the case– and fast.

Detectives didn’t have to contend with Twitter or Facebook, digital echo chambers that years later on would make political discourse more toxic and develop ideal shipment systems for giants to share threats.

The FBI’s San Francisco workplace pulled records it had on LaVey dating back to the mid-’70 s, when a tipster informed the bureau that LaVey had actually bought pistols, a shotgun and a rifle. Other files revealed that LaVey had actually once allegedly been “interested” in signing up with the National Socialist White People’s Party, which had been known, in an earlier incarnation, as the American Nazi Celebration.

LaVey had no arrest history, however he ‘d been linked to a disaster once previously. His relationship with Mansfield had actually reportedly ended with LaVey’s putting a curse on Sam Brody, the actress’ attorney and partner, assuring that he ‘d pass away in a vehicle crash. The unlikely ramification– that LaVey accidentally caused Mansfield’s death– persisted long enough to fuel a 2017 documentary, Mansfield 66/67

The Chicago informant– whose identity is still being concealed by the FBI– informed representatives that he ‘d had supper once prior to with LaVey, who discussed to him the Church of Satan’s beliefs. When they supposedly reconnected by phone in 1980, LaVey informed the guy that he owed the high priest a favor. His alleged directions were simple: In a week approximately, the informant would receive a bundle, and he should transport it to a mob employer on the South Side of Chicago; the mob would, in turn, get Kennedy. After the phone call, the informant was checked out by a member of the Church of Satan, whose purpose “was particularly to talk about the satanic cult and the plot against Senator Kennedy,” according to FBI records.

The informant informed the FBI that LaVey was going to fly to Chicago on October 27, bring with him eight kgs of hashish and an unknown amount of cash. Taking no chances, the FBI, Secret Service and DEA sent out agents to O’Hare International Airport to obstruct flights from San Francisco and capture LaVey, like something out of Steven Spielberg’s Catch Me If You Can An attempt at keeping an eye on a phone call to LaVey also failed.

The Secret Service had polygraphed the informant prior to the fruitless airport search. “Outcomes were inconclusive,” private investigators kept in mind, “due to use of drug.” They continued. They had to discover LaVey. “I was a young representative when President Kennedy was eliminated, and [investigated] some leads on the case,” states Francis Mullen, who had risen to executive assistant director of the FBI by1980 “When Bobby was assassinated, I was in Los Angeles, collaborating some of the leads on that case. If a danger had actually been available in on the third brother, we ‘d need to take it seriously.”

A lady who responded to LaVey’s door informed them that he was traveling, and would not be back for numerous days. The investigators alerted her they had information that recommended “an attempt may be made on LaVey’s life,” according to the records. They encouraged the female to get a hold of LaVey and urge him to make himself available for an interview.

Kennedy’s Secret Service detail was kept in the loop about the potential danger, however it’s uncertain whether the senator was mindful of the examination. The FBI began to see disparities in his account.

Detectives returned to the Black Home a 2nd time, on Halloween. And this time, when the door opened, they came in person with LaVey. For several years, he had actually taken pleasure in toying with individuals’s imaginations, blurring the lines between efficiency and something darker. And now he was faced with no-nonsense federal representatives, and they weren’t in the mood to mess around.

For a guy who referred to himself as the “Black Pope,” the prestige of being linked to an FBI examination may have been a welcome advancement when he was very first seeking attention for his church. This older version of LaVey, however, decided to come right out with it: He had absolutely nothing to do with any assassination plot.

” LaVey advised that of any political authorities, he has the highest regard for Senator Kennedy and his family,” according to the FBI records. And LaVey could have compassion with the dangers that Kennedy typically received; he informed the representatives that he had actually been the victim of physical and spoken attacks because of his position in the Church of Satan.

LaVey examined his current phone messages, and saw that he ‘d received calls from the Chicago location on October 23 and October27 But he told the representatives that he didn’t know the identity of the caller and had not tried calling the number that had been left for him.

And after that LaVey shared some surprising news with the representatives: His function as the head of the church was all a charade. Most of the church’s fans, he stated, were “fanatics, cultists, and weirdos,” the records show. “[H] is interest in the Church of Satan is strictly from a financial point of view,” the agents kept in mind, “and spends the majority of his time providing interviews, writing material, and recently has ended up being thinking about photography.”

Satisfied that Kennedy’s life wasn’t in danger, the FBI and Secret Service returned their attention to their informant. If he had an explanation for why he bothered to send out the firms on a while goose chase in the first place, no agent bothered writing it down.

This wasn’t the last time that LaVey popped up on the FBI’s radar. In the late 1980 s, the bureau would examine a wave of accusations about kid sex abuse that was apparently linked to satantic churches, including LaVey’s, sustaining a so-called “Hellish Panic.” The accusations were never ever substantiated. “Our company has actually constantly been above-ground about its law-abiding beliefs and practices, so wild stories are generally seen to be precisely that– not having any basis in reality,” Gilmore, the current high priest, tells me.

LaVey died in 1997, and the Black House was later taken apart, replaced by a relatively generic-looking condo.

For Kennedy, the LaVey case– such as it was– was simply another strange subplot in a life filled with them, the expense of being a Kennedy and leading a public life. No threat ever proved worrisome sufficient to convince him to give up his Senate seat, which he held up until his death from glioblastoma in2009 “You either live your life or you don’t,” Shrum says. “And he chose to live his life.”

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