#DARIO ; INTRO.

[klayfruit]

i've been playing a whole lot of goblet grotto (thanks to your fansite! its been a huge help) and i wanna know more about dario so bad. what a scary character, god themselves appears more often than dario yet the latter seems a lot more powerful given his ability to irreversibly corrupt your save file just by his mere conceptual presence/being mentioned by swampy. who/what is dario. does he even have an in-game sprite besides his dedicated glyphs. also his face is silly

HELL YEAH tysm for this ask im so glad my site helps you!!!!!! i still dont really know much about dario himself, the headcanon ive created is that dario isnt really a person but the concept of corruption or is just completely corruption itself. i think i remember mentioning this on the site but the only other time dario is ever mentioned outside of swampys glyphs is the level “darios cement factory”, the level which centers entirely around the cops of the grotto which is very fitting for the theme of corruption. dario himself might not even be malicious, just a sign of oncoming destruction (in this case corruption), he could be just as natural as death. hes super interesting and gives more info to the barely existing lore of GG if you squint hard enough!!! also, i’m still not sure if ive completely 100% seen everything GG has to offer, so there could be some fucked up dario info hidden deep in the game

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[goryhorroor]

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[festivalsofmargot]

Sour Times

{Bully!Sebastian Sallow x Bullied!GN!Hufflepuff!}

Introduction: Slight deviation from the official HL story. Rather than everyone being intrigued at your unique arrival to Hogwarts, it’s a badge of dishonor to develop your magic so late. Hufflepuffs have a pathetic reputation, and you’ve been sorted into their house. The only reason Sebastian puts up with you is because he needs your ancient magic... and because he wants you all to himself. But he’d never tell, not when the whole school would start picking on and laughing at him like they did you. Yet, when he sees the way you look at Garreth Weasley, he wonders if everyone else’s approval means anything at all.

Word Count: ~ 6,350

Warnings: Kissing, Angst, Bullying

Author’s Note: I finally finished! 🥳 Us Hufflepuffs always get dunked on and I wanted to play around with that. I watched A Silent Voice and Normal People and couldn’t stop thinking about bully-to-lover scenarios. I’ve proofread so many times but I know I’m missing something, gonna do that thing where I get sneaky and edit here and there. Long one today so kick back, grab a snack, do hot people shit, enjoy 😘

Songs (if interested):

Sour Times - Portishead

Intro/Spectrum - HAELOS

September - Instrumental - Sparky Deathcap (oh... cara mia, how i love him)

Heather - Conan Gray

chance with you - mehro

Awaken - Dario Marianelli, Jack Liebeck, Benjamin Wallfisch

“We know that from time to time, there arise among human beings, people who seem to exude love as naturally as the sun gives out heat.”

- Alan W. Watts

-

As you meandered down the halls to your next class, holding your books with one hand and the other resting in your pocket, someone had grabbed your arm, tugging you behind a corner, causing you to drop your belongings. Whoever it was slammed your back into the wall, then propped up a hand next to your head to trap you in place.

You looked up and met the eyes of your abductor. This position wasn’t anything new to you, though it was new to be here with Sebastian Sallow. 

Someone was always trying to mess with you or ruin your day. Being a late bloomer with magic and getting sorted into Hufflepuff hadn’t done you any favors. Other than that, there wasn’t anything wrong with you per se, it was just your social standing at Hogwarts. Even some Hufflepuffs wanted nothing to do with you, believing you made their house even more embarrassing to be in. Yet, that didn’t stop any of the student body from threatening you to do favors for them. 

“Heard that you can wield ancient magic. Is it true?”

Your furrowed your brows, wondering how word could spread that quickly. But you suppose the magic you used on the troll in Hogsmeade hadn’t been very discreet. Too bad they gave all the credit to Natsai Onai, you might have made some friends with your troll takedown story.

Shifting your gaze down, you nodded your head.

“Prove it.” He held out a folded piece of parchment, the all too familiar blue glow emanating from it.

You took it from his hands and unfolded it to see rune symbols you’d encountered countless times. “Where did you get this?”

“Doesn’t matter, do you recognize those rune symbols?”

You nodded your head looking over the pages. “I see these whenever I need to unlock a door with ancient magic.”

Sebastian’s breath hitched and you finally met his heavy stare. He cleared his throat and regained his composure. “Exactly. And you’re going to come with me to open one I found.”

You folded the parchment back up and held it out to him. “Okay.”

He snatched it from your hands. “Don’t toy with me. If you don’t help me with this, I can make your life truly miserable here. I’m good friends with Ominis Gaunt, and he’s not afraid to use his family connections to -”

“I said okay.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at you, not knowing what you were playing at.

“Write me when you have a time and place.” You told him, exhausted.

He eyed you a moment longer, then stepped aside for you to leave. You picked up your books from the ground and kicked the dirt at your feet as you left, taking your time getting to your next class.

“So you’re going to help me? Just like that?” He called after you when he saw it was still just the two of you in the hall.

“Got nothing better to do.” You replied as you kept on your way.

-

Sebastian was the first person to ask for something and come along with you to get it done. Most people would just send you off, but there he was, exploring the cave and fighting giant spiders by your side.

That little outing turned out to be the first of many. Over time, Sebastian explained his sister’s curse and everything he had done to try to find a cure. He kept it to himself, but he was happy to find someone he could go through this journey with, someone who wasn’t trying to make him abandon hope, even if it was the Hogwarts outcast.

You made the mistake of assuming this meant you were friends in public. When you tried to approach him at Hogwarts, he looked at you as if you had grown horns. He caught sight of a few students whispering to each other and glancing your way. In a panic, he knocked the books from your hands, scattering them to the floor. 

“Looks like the Hufflepuff had a little accident.” He jested loud enough for everyone around to hear. He walked away to meet up with some other Slytherin students who were in hysterics at what he had just done. He glanced back your way and it took everything in him to keep the amused look on his face. You were picking your books up off the floor and Garreth Weasley had come to help you. Sebastian noticed he had said something to cheer you up and it brought a smile to your face. 

And then a thought surfaced in his head. I think I'd rather be the one who made you smile.

-

Sebastian’s public displays of discourtesy hadn’t let up. He felt awful, but he couldn’t stand the scrutiny he would get if he was seen with you. Just because he could see all these wonderful qualities in you, didn’t mean everyone else could. The Slytherins especially would give him a tough time. He would get defensive, spewing every excuse he could think of. “Don’t be daft. I only needed to see the Hufflepuff about charms class, nothing more.” 

The guilt ate away at him. So when the two of you came across the scriptorium door that could only be opened by casting the cruciatus curse, he felt this could be his penance. But you refused to cast it on him.

He fisted the fabric of your shirt, jerking you towards him. “Dammit, why not?!” He demanded, incredulous. Dread arose in him, because he knew if he casted it on you he would be causing true agony. Everything he had done to you at Hogwarts was an act of rudeness, he never wanted to do anything that caused you pain in this way.

“Because I wouldn’t mean it.”

His face recoiled as if you had slapped him. He was unable to believe it. After all you’ve put up with, how could you not mean to harm him, how could you not want to? “I have been nothing but cruel to you, this is your chance to be cruel back! I know you hate me! I know you hate everyone!”

“I don’t hate you.” You placed your hands atop his that were gripping your shirt, in hopes it would calm him down. “Cast it on me, Sebastian. Get us out of here.”

Sebastian released your shirt, shoving you back. He turned away from you and rubbed a steadying hand down his face. Using the frustration he felt with you then, he spun to face you and recited, “Crucio!”

You fell to the floor, your screams of suffering echoed through his head.

Sebastian shot up in bed in a cold sweat, breathing coming out uneven. He rubbed his face in his hands and let out a shaky sigh. Ever since the scriptorium, he hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, the nightmare had kept replaying in his head.

-

You arrived back at the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room rather late in the night. It was passed curfew but you wanted to get all of Sirona’s lost letters back to her. Seeing the look on her face had made missing out on a few hours of sleep all worth it. 

You startled when you saw a figure move out from the darkness. It was Sebastian, his eyes were red and puffy, dark circles had formed under them.

“Sebast -”

“Why’d you have me do it?” He demanded, his voice cracking. “Why couldn’t you -” He couldn’t stop the tears that fell. His shoulders began to shake as breathy sobs escaped him.

You ran up and pulled him into your arms, gently guiding his head down to your shoulder, and he let himself cry. “I’m okay. Everything’s okay.” You soothed.

He was the one who casted crucio on you, yet here you were comforting him. He felt worthless. You weren’t like anyone he had ever met. You never wanted anything in return, doing things purely out of the kindness of your heart even if it nearly killed you. He couldn’t grasp such a concept, and it overwhelmed him.

He went on his knees before you and took your hand into both of his. “Cast it on me. Please, it’s the only way I can make it all right. I did the wrong thing and I need to make it all right.” He pleaded.

You knelt on the ground with him, meeting his level. You pulled your hand from his and placed it on his cheek. You tried to meet his eyes. “Look at me. I will never do that to you.”

Though you meant for the words to comfort him, they felt like a knife to his chest. He smacked your hand away and scrambled to his feet, running out of sight.

He knew it then as he arrived back at his dorm room, and he let himself feel it entirely, as if he were punishing himself. He was in love with you, and he could never have you, not after everything he had done.

-

In the time that followed, Sebastian had wanted to act as if the scriptorium and his confrontation with you never happened. You kept an eye on him but went along with it. Your discreet meetings and his insults towards you resumed.

When Sebastian asked to meet briefly about information on a relic he had found in Salazar Slytherin’s spellbook, it was a good day for the both of you.

Your face was bright and ecstatic as you looked down at the thunderbrew potion in your hands. “It took me forever to get the ingredients, but I think I got a knack for brewing.” You couldn’t help but gush to Sebastian, trying to stifle your giggles and keep your voice low so no one around the two of you could hear. 

Sebastian didn’t dare let it grow, but a charmed smile tugged at the corner of his lips. If he was going to react to you, he'd try to make it look like you were a nuisance to be around.

“Do you think if - well, I mean - what would you think if -” You began timidly, biting at your lip. Sebastian didn’t look at you, but he listened close, clinging to each word you left him on. “Do you think Garreth would be impressed if I showed him?”

And away went any temptation to smile, he opened the book in his hand to act like he was reading. He discovered that to be the consequence whenever he found himself being pulled towards you, he’d always get slapped with the reality that you were pulled towards Garreth. The other day, when everyone was standing around waiting for Defense Against the Dark Arts class to start, he caught sight of you looking out the window, the sunlight painted your features bewitchingly. He made his way over and saw you were watching Garreth playing Summoner’s Court. “Day dreaming you were actually useful in this class, Hufflepuff?” He had taunted. He’d claim it was to keep up the act but it was really in response to the hurt he felt. The pain only worsened when you glanced his way fleetingly and went right back to watching Garreth with undivided attention.

You noted his silence and felt stupid for even bringing it up to him. “Sorry, I got carried away. I know you don’t care.”

“I think Weasley will soil his breeches no matter what potion you show him.” He said bitterly. “Why do you think he’s so great anyway?”

You didn’t answer and Sebastian looked up to see your gaze following the red headed boy as he walked by, laughing along with a few other students. His stomach twisted uncomfortably and he looked back down to his book, eyes scanning the words but not taking them in.

“He’s the only person who’s been nice to me since day one. But I think that’s just who he is, looks like he’s nice to everyone.” You said the last part more to yourself. A chill went through the air and you began to shiver, seemingly too distracted to care due to where your attention laid.

“Where are your robes?” Sebastian tried to keep his voice monotone.

“Just forgot them is all.” Your eyes followed Garreth until he stopped walking to speak with some of his friends.

“Here. Take mine.” Sebastian exhaled as if he were annoyed, but he wasn’t. He was in earnest at the thought of wrapping you up in his robes.

You turned your attention back to him and shook your head. “No no, people will see. It’s alright.” Gaze returning to Garreth.

Sebastian stopped, robes halfway down his arms, then he shrugged them back on. “Oh... right.” He watched you shift back and forth on your feet, your fingers tapping against the potion’s flask. He could see the ache to run to the Gryffindor clear as day on your face.

“Send me an owl if anything else comes up for the relic.” You said without looking at him, and made your way over to Garreth.

He knew he should turn the other way and act like he was never speaking to you in the first place, as he always did after your furtive meetups. Yet his eyes remained glued to your form. As he watched you talking to Garreth with a beaming smile, laughing along with him as you showed him your thunderbrew potion, insurmountable heartache filled his chest. 

It had finally hit him how he couldn’t care less what people thought, they didn’t even know you. No one knew you like he did, especially not Weasley. If everyone saw you through his eyes, they could easily see you were one of the most capable people at Hogwarts. If all it took to win you over was being kind to you since the beginning, he wanted to kick himself. I’ve been the biggest prat.

How could he have treated you the way he had? Asking for your help all this time, but not wanting to be seen with you in public. He had been nothing short of a coward. His fear of what others thought had led him to lose any chance with you. You were the one that’s helped him through this nightmare of a curse on his sister, you were the one willing to take on immense agony in the scriptorium for him, you were the one he yearned for. He could say the same for none of these people.

The blood drained from Sebastian’s face when he witnessed Garreth slip off his Gryffindor robes and put them on you. It was as if the wind was knocked out of him, his breathing started coming out shallow. He told himself to get out of there. 

The first place he could think of was his dorm. He had tunnel vision the whole way there, a few students had asked if he was feeling alright as he passed. He waved them off, saying something about a potion brew gone wrong, he couldn’t fully remember. When he got to his dorm room, he burst through the door and sat at the edge of his bed. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and tried to steady his breathing. As soon as the sick feeling in his stomach started to dissipate, he laid back, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“What’s gotten into you?” Ominis asked, sitting himself on his own bed.

It took Sebastian a moment to be able to speak. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath. “Nothing, I’m fine. Just feeling a little sick is all.”

“Is this about the Hufflepuff who helped us in the sciptorium?”

He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, and that was the only answer Ominis needed.

“Nobody cares you know. Sure it’s fun to make fun of a Hufflepuff, that’s nothing new. And one that developed their magic so late? Easy target. But in the end, no one cares. After everything that’s happened, it’s no surprise you feel the way you do.” Ominis never hesitated to call people out, but every now and then he had a way of saying what needed to be said without making someone feel too ashamed.

Sebastian should have known this, he should have had this conversation with himself before it could have gotten this far. He felt like such a child then, laying in his bed, pouting at the predicament he put himself in. But it was hard to pick himself back up, he felt his relationship with you was unsalvageable at this point and it was his fault. He was the nuisance you had to put up with because of that pesky Hufflepuff loyalty of yours, and Garreth was your escape. Garreth could make you happy just by being in your line of sight. He could only dream of having that effect on you at this point.

-

Sebastian had searched for you all day but to no avail. As a last resort, he made his way to the undercroft, he cringed thinking back on the time he first showed it to you. “I’m only showing you this place so we won’t be seen working together. You’re not welcome here if I’m not here.” It wasn’t true, but how would you have ever known otherwise? He had been so cruel to you, it was no wonder you wanted to run into Garreth’s arms. He had practically shoved you his way. 

The sound of sniffling stopped him in his tracks. He pressed forward cautiously and saw you were sitting on the floor against the wall with your head down.

“What’s happened?” Sebastian strode up and knelt before you.

“Oh! Sebastian.” You startled. “I - I’m sorry, I’ll leave. Just allergies. Came down here to escape all that pollen.” You wiped at your face quickly, he could tell your eyes were puffy from crying.

His inner voice was screaming at him that this was his chance, as of that moment he could start taking steps in the right direction with you. He could become the person you wanted, slowly but surely. “Talk to me.” He sat beside you and took your hand in his, he began stroking it with his thumb in hopes it gave you some comfort.

You were taken aback by his actions, but then surmised that was probably how much he pitied you. You felt humiliated at the thought. The Hufflepuff got caught crying like a sad baby bird in the rain, who wouldn’t feel bad? You pulled your hand free from his. “It’s nothing, I just needed a moment. I’m truly sorry I came down here without you, I couldn’t think of any other place. I - I panicked.” You got up and began your escape out. “It won’t happen again.”

Sebastian tripped over himself as he went to chase after you. He ran up and wrapped his arms around you from behind, holding you in place. “Don’t go. Please, talk to me.”

His touch felt wrong to you and you slid free from his embrace. You didn’t feel safe with Sebastian, you didn’t feel safe with anyone at Hogwarts for that matter. But the look on his face had convinced you somewhat he wanted to know what was wrong. “I just had a bad day.” 

He took a step towards you, hoping you would keep going. 

You rolled your eyes at the foolishness you felt. “I worked up the courage to speak to Garreth about how I felt and -” You stopped and shook your head. “This is stupid, I don’t know why I’m telling you this -”

“What did he do?” His voice was direct, body stiffening.

You let out a sigh, hating that you were revisiting the memory. You looked down and began twiddling your thumbs. “I told Garreth how I felt and asked him on a date to The Three Broomsticks. He laughed in my face and said no. Said he’d be friendly with me in public but he wasn’t going to be seen on a date with me. And then he said we could still have some fun in private together.” You recalled the incident, disgusted. “But what else should I have expected? You said it yourself, no one wants to be seen with someone like me.”

Sebastian had never seen your features turn so harsh, and he hadn’t hated himself more than he did in that moment. "I never should have said that to you. Please, you have to know I never meant it.” 

Your eyes didn’t meet his, he could tell you were still angry, not just with him, but with the world. He was surprised you didn’t get to this point sooner. Hufflepuffs really could put up with a lot before they’d had enough. 

Sure, he wanted you to have feelings for him, but more than anything he wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him. Seeing your hurt expression then, he wanted to step up more than ever. “No good prick.” Sebastian dug his heels in the ground to storm out of the undercroft. “I’m going to kill him.”

Your eyes went wide. “What? No, it’s alright! Forget I said anything!” You grabbed his wrist trying to hold him back, but he just kept walking, dragging you along with him. “W - What happened to staying out of each other’s lives? You don’t owe me anything, Sebastian! Just drop it!”

Sebastian stopped to face you, he used the grip you had on his wrist and yanked you to him. He steadied you as you crashed into him, taking your face in his other hand and placing his lips atop yours. He wanted to convey everything he felt for you in that kiss, every thank you he should have said, every apology he should have made. You didn’t deserve any of the treatment you got at Hogwarts, especially from him. 

His brows furrowed as he deepened the kiss. He tried to be tender, but the urgency was what took over with how he moved his lips against yours. Your grip fell from his wrist in shock and he used his now free hand to grab your waist and pull you flush to him. He felt you kiss him back, but with hesitancy, and then you pushed him away.

He looked at your stunned expression, “This feels wrong.” You whispered.

Shoving down the sting he felt at your rejection, he strode out of the undercroft, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded.

-

Sebastian spotted Garreth in the middle of the quidditch field, joking around with some friends. “Oi, Weasley!” He called as he strode up to the red head.

Garreth turned away from his group. “Yeah? What is it, Sall-” His words were cutoff when Sebastian punched him square in the jaw. He shot a hand up to where the throbbing began to kick in. “What in Merlin’s na - OOMF!” Sebastian rammed into his gut, tackling him to the ground. It finally kicked in what was happening and Garreth began to shove and punch back. Nearby students gathered around in a circle, hooting and hollering for them to keep going.

“Show that Gryffindor how it’s done, Sallow!”

“Get him good, Weasley!”

“Levioso!” Sebastian and Garreth were pulled apart and lifted into the air at Madam Kogawa’s spell cast. The two boys eyed each other, bruised and bloody, wanting to go back at it as she approached. 

“I see detentions are in order.”

-

When Garreth confronted him, demanding what his deal was, Sebastian had dug into him. Shoving his finger into his chest, telling him he didn’t deserve someone like you.

“Oh please, as if you’re not doing the exact same thing. Everyone sees the ‘secret’ meetings the two of you have. I hardly think you’re the person to fault me.”

Sebastian couldn’t say anything in retaliation, because he was right. He deserved every punch and kick Weasley landed. But things were different now, and he was going to stop at nothing to prove it to you.

-

Sebastian leaned against the kegs just outside the Hufflepuff common room. He stood up straight when the entrance opened and you stepped out. Your gaze landed on him and your face twisted at his state.

“Are you alright?” You ran up to him and gently grabbed his chin to begin examining his bruising. Remembering you two weren’t in private, you yanked your hand back. “Sorry.” You glanced around to make sure no one had seen. It pained him, that after all the time you spent together, this was the habit he enforced in you. He grabbed at your hand and placed it against his cheek.

“I’m fine.” He thought about his next words carefully. “I'm not ashamed to be seen with you.” He began. “I’m so sorry I ever told you I was. I haven’t been there for you. If I could go back, I’d do it all differently. I really would.”

You avoided his gaze and looked down, pulling your hand away. His touch still felt wrong, and thinking about his kiss in the undercroft made you just as uneasy. Everything was so backwards, your mind couldn’t keep up. Not long ago, Garreth was the one being kind to you while Sebastian was itching to get as far away from you as possible. And now, Garreth had you repulsed and Sebastian had an avid interest to be by your side. You were in a constant state of confusion and had a strange desire for things to go back to how they were.

“Sebastian...” Your defenses went up as he moved closer to you, wanting to show you he was listening. “I’m going to be honest, I don’t believe you. All year you’ve dreaded being around me and now I’m supposed to believe your feelings changed just like that?”

Sebastian nodded his head, seeing what you were saying. He shouldn’t have expected you to be okay with all this just because he said so. “I understand. I’ve been awful to you. But I can make it all up to you, you’ll see. I can be what you want.”

You tried to search his eyes for some sort of reason for this shift in him, still not really taking in his words. “I think I need some space.” You were sick of boys playing with your feelings like this. There was only so much you could take. Pretty impressive trait of Hufflepuffs, anyone else would have felt worn thin ages ago.

Sebastian swallowed thickly and nodded his head. He forced a polite smile and left at the nearest floo.

He needs his space too. You thought. That way he’ll get over these feelings he supposedly has for you. You didn’t believe him for a second. You’ve seen other students swooning over each other. It definitely wasn’t what was happening between you and Sebastian Sallow. The only experiences you’ve had with him were secret meetings and him getting humiliated if someone associated the two of you together. He expected all that to just go away with one secret kiss? It wasn’t going to happen.

Maybe he went after someone else and they rejected him, and he was so desperate for affection he came to me. You concluded.

-

The days that followed, Sebastian kept his distance from you without really keeping his distance. Every morning, he got up early to get a flower from the fields surrounding Hogwarts, each one different than the day before. Whenever you got up from your desk or left your books unattended, he would cast the disillusionment spell on himself and place the flower in your book for you to stumble across later.

He didn’t need to see your reaction to it, but every now and then if you were in the same area, he’d be on the lookout for it. Sebastian watched from afar as you began looking through your book on a bench in the Transfiguration Courtyard. But his blood started to boil when he saw Garreth make his way over and sit down next to you. 

You looked up from your book, a questioning look on your face. 

Garreth was visibly nervous and wouldn’t meet your eyes. “I wanted to apologize for how I spoke to you the other day. My mother raised me better than that.” 

You hummed as you looked across his features, noticing he was bruised up like Sebastian was. “What happened to you?”

Garreth scratched the back of his head. “Got some sense knocked into me by your friend, Sallow.”

“He’s not my friend.” You said plainly, trying to bring your attention back to your book. A part of you was annoyed Sebastian had actually followed through with going after Garreth, and another part was a little pleased the both of them landed strikes on the other.

He looked to your face then. “I really do like you, you know.” He confessed, and you returned his gaze. He was looking at you like he was sorry this wasn’t what he had said to you in the first place. “But I felt the pressure of everyone, and I told myself I should be embarrassed to be around you. But I’m not. Everyone else can sod off, I can see everything you’re doing even if they refuse to. You’re nothing short of incredible. I truly am sorry for what I said.”

You gave him a small nod. “Apology accepted.”

He smiled and let out a sigh of relief, then held out his hand. “Friends?”

You took it and shook. “Friends.”

He held your hand in his when you tried to pull away. “Don’t suppose that date to Three Broomsticks is still on the table?”

You scoffed but went silent when you saw he was serious. You shook your head and pulled your hand from his grasp.

“Right.” He looked down dejectedly. “Guess I deserved that, didn’t I?” He chuckled awkwardly, getting up and clearing his throat. “I’ll see you around then.” His voice was strained.

Sebastian watched as Garreth left you and made his way over to him. The red head gave him a cordial slap on the shoulder as he walked passed. “Looks like we both blew it, Sallow.” 

-

You hated to admit it, but Sebastian was making some headway with you. It had been at least a few weeks since you told him you needed space, and he had given it to you. You thought it would be the easiest thing in the world for him to do, but he looked like he was struggling. Every time you caught each other’s eye, he looked like he was holding his breath, hoping that would be the day you’d approach him. You thought it’d wear off after a bit, and the distance between the two of you would have him come to his senses. But he seemed undeterred, just as dedicated as the day before if not more so.

You especially hated to admit that every time you found a flower in your books, the flutter in your chest would grow. Each time you needed to talk yourself down, because any day now Sebastian would give up and go back to only wanting to see you about his progress on getting a cure for Anne. 

But then you’d think about how he kissed you. There was so much need in it. In the moment it felt off. But the more your revisited the memory, thinking back on how his lips moved against yours, you got this feeling of being genuinely wanted, perfectly safe. And that sense came from Sebastian Sallow of all people?

You watched him as he took notes in charms class. He was pretty good looking, wasn’t he? You came to notice these passed few weeks now that he was being kind to you. 

He looked up from his notes and glanced your way. You held his gaze when he did, giving him a soft smile. His eyes grew wide and he became fidgety in his seat. He smiled back and his ears burned red. It was the most he’d gotten from you and he didn’t know how to handle it. 

You looked back down to your notes and he looked back down at his, trying to contain his giddiness. He felt like he made a huge leap in progress and he couldn’t wait to keep going. It was just a smile, but it was the only sign he needed that he was headed in the right direction with you. He wondered if he should keep going with the flowers or step it up a bit. He wanted to respect your wishes and keep his distance, but he also wanted to do more for you.

He was so lost in thought, he didn’t notice you approach when class was dismissed. “Sebastian?”

He stiffened, panic flooding through him. He was mentally preparing to chase after you from afar, he didn’t think he’d have the right words to say face to face yet. But he willed himself to speak anyway. “Yes?”

“Walk with me to herbology?” You eyed him, like you were testing him.

Sebastian knew what you were doing, this would be the first time he’d be seen with you in public willingly and not act like he was being forced to speak with you. Bring it on. “Of course.” Sebastian grabbed your books and smiled at your surprised expression. “Come on then.”

You joined his side and as you walked with him, you noticed he wasn’t rushing. He was taking his time getting to your next class. You had to admit, you expected him to want to speed up the process to get it over with and minimize the amount of people who saw the two of you together. But instead, he let himself look smitten as he stood by your side.

The whispers and glances started up as the two of you walked along. He looked to you and noticed you didn’t seem quite as at ease as he was. He gave you a playful nudge with his shoulder and you couldn’t fight the smile that graced your lips. He was making butterflies dance in your stomach and a funny ache for him grew. You peeked back at him and the way he was smiling at you made you want to tug at his tie and have him kiss you senseless again. Calm down, don’t let him win you over yet. You lectured yourself.

When the two of you arrived in herbology, he made sure to grab a potting station next to yours. Professor Garlick called everyone up to grab some seeds for the day’s class. As you were about to go up with everyone else, he wrapped an arm around your waist to stop you. “I’ll get it.” He said in a low tone near your ear. His hand lingered and dragged across your waist until he was too far to touch you anymore. He shot you a smirk over his shoulder as he walked away.

That funny ache you felt turned into something simmering hot within you. When he came back with the mallowsweet seeds, he took your hand in his and placed them on your palm. His fingers dragged across your hand and you peered at him through your lashes. 

“Be careful.” He said, releasing you and turning to his potting station. “You look like you want to kiss me.”

A burning sensation hit your cheeks and you turned to your own station. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Silly me then.” 

The two of you focused, or at least tried to, on your pots before you. You planted the seeds and padded down the soil, then awaited further instruction from Professor Garlick. But you tuned her words out as you eyed Sebastian up and down. Thankfully, you were already experienced with mallowsweet, so you weren’t too concerned about falling behind.

Sebastian watched you through the corner of his eye, he could feel your eyes on him and it drove him mad. As soon as class was over, he was going to try to reenact the first time he demanded your help. Except this time when he pulled you into a hidden corner, there wouldn’t be as much talking. His jaw clenched at the anticipation.

You usually enjoyed herbology, but that day’s class was dragging on a little too long. Your mind billowed with thoughts of Sebastian’s lips and ideas of how you were going to get them back on yours.

“Class dismissed.” Professor Garlick sang. You and Sebastian immediately looked to one another, knowing exactly what you wanted to do, but unsure how you were going to get there.

“I think I -” You began, not really knowing where you were going to take your words. “I think I left something in the undercroft.”

Sebastian didn’t say anything as he grabbed your hand and pulled you along. 

Once the two of you arrived in the undercroft, he closed the gate behind you and pressed you up against the nearest wall, slamming his mouth against yours. The two of you wanted to devour each other whole. A muffled moan escaped you and you cupped his face in your hands. His hands gripped your hips greedily as he tried to savor every sound he could get from you.

Unable to keep in one place long with so much of you available to him, he began kissing along your jaw, down your neck, below your ear. He could feel you quiver at his kisses and he wanted to do everything he could to keep you squirming.

You whimpered, and he knew he found the spot below your ear to be your weakness. “I... I think we left our books in herbology.” You breathed pleasantly as he kept at it.

Sebastian hummed as he continued his magic. “Such a shame.” He knew he still had a ways to go with you. No matter how long it would take him, he was going to make things right. But if he could tempt you into a kiss here and there along the way, he hoped you wouldn’t mind.

[meghan-arte]

LUCƎ di D1S7OP1A: pt. II (con Dario De Pol, ƎᴅᴠⒶᴙᴅ project)

Il tramonto in scala di grigi, voi, non mi crederete, ne ora ne poi

perchè nemmeno io me lo sarei mai aspettato dai miei neuroni (che figata)

l'ho vista e quasi ne percepivo, i colori... quanti colori:

lilla, giallo pastello, verde acido e militare, bianco distopico

azzurro marcio, rosa salmone fluo, viola shock, rosso elettrico

apparsa in un riflesso di luce tra nelle mie dimenticanze

e diventata 'na nuvola nera, questa, nostra, in ciclostilo, stampa mentale

che solo tu potevi trasmetter col pensiero, amante, la mia miseria

pensata seria, su carta forata e oscurata come specchi, di ossidiana,

o gli schermi, spenti, dei nostri telefoni, androide, replicante:

la nostra assurda connessione, nei, nostri assurdi corridoi

(e ne faccio necessità di virtù)

La voglia di tamburellare coi polpastrelli e gli artigli

su qualcosa di matrice, superfice di strato duro ma dal sonor tonfo

per ascoltarne il micro-profondo, come il capitombolo tuo,

resisti, cipiglio terrorizzato, lungo la parete vertiginosa

dello scapicollo della mia ossessione per te.

e lasciartici ruzzolare, è come il lasciare

il proprio cibo preferito nel piatto,

per voglia di alzarsi da tavola

per il sonno e andare a stordire e svenire, in quella sensazione

di cader nel vuoto lasciando che ci inganni il cervello

con immagini random e frasi sconclusionate,

poi scriverci questo, scriverci un pezzo, scrivere un sogno

Rit.

sulle orbite atrofizzate, che graffiano l'interno-palpebra

cavità oculari con iridi del colore impressionate

ormai toccate, apatiche nella riccorrente distopia

Luce di distopìa, nella tua gravità: orbite atrofizzate

come nervi bluacei, d'un blu elettrico, in luce di distopìa

mi fa male non averti fra le mie braccia,

faccio per distrarmi in mille diavolerie che studio

per far passare il tempo come fosse una botta.

un livido che guarisce lento come il mio bacino

che spinge la mia eccitazione dentro le tue pupille,

per rompere la stasi del rimanere incantati tra noi

e spaccarsi in un imprinting impossibile da 'solvere,

poi veloce come il nostro infarto, e quanto ti amo

tanto forte lo respirerò sul tuo viso, canterò un rantolio,

isolandolo dal mio udito, per dar spazio, al tuo dolce, (dolce... dolce. dolcissimo) lamento

orgasmo, che sfocia, in un singhiozzo disumano pianto,

cui ogni lagrima, ogni mia, sintassi intridono, mi rassomiglia

(e ne faccio necessità di virtù)

scivolando lungo, i muri di tutto, ciò che d'esser m'illudo

truce, giù mi ci ammollo, se tra le rughe, delle lenzuola, ti cerco

viepiù, non scriverò, il solito banal iglù, sulla mia perdita di te,

anzi stretta ti terrò, a costo di legarti alla spalliera del letto.

Stai con me, tutta la vita, dillo, dillo di nuovo, ripetilo, ripetilo

ancora, ripeti. che questa frase mi fa impazzire, e lo, sai.

Non rinuncerò a questa mia nuova versione di perfezione,

che è la tua esistenza su sto pianeta, perfetta, non sei, mai,

ma ogni ora, sei, 'na ferita che brucia e scopro idratarsi in diletto,

Di nuovo, ripetilo ancora... ogni giorno, ogni giorno.

(Ogni mese) di ogni vi... (ta) intro, a cui son rassegnato a far storno

crepuscolare assillo, d'una cosa mai iniziata: parte 2, senza parte 1

Rit.

sulle orbite atrofizzate, che graffiano l'interno-palpebra

cavità oculari con iridi del colore impressionate ormai toccate, apatiche nella riccorrente distopia Luce di distopìa, nella tua gravità: orbite atrofizzate come nervi bluacei, d'un blu elettrico, in luce di distopia

2/8/'24

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Jane Eyre adaptation OSTs, ranked

Because I have OpinionsTM. The main criteria here is "how Jane Eyre" each of these feel, being the main trait in it how much drama, high emotion, operatic-ness and cheese they contain, how much they reflect the environment and feel of the story, independently of how much they fit the specific adaptation they were made for. Some context will be taken into account, and also how aesthetically pleasing they are, etc, but not specifically their overall match with the tone of the adaptation they belong to (mainly because that makes them really impossible to compare with each other).

Before properly beginning, I will put outside this list the OST of the 1973 BBC adaptation. As much as it is big and operatic and has a lot of gusto, it's also not an original composition for the series -it's Edgar Elgar's 'Introduction and Allegro' for Strings (Quartet and Orchestra), Op. 47, and I think that disqualifies it.

That now out of the way, let's proceed:

7. Jane Eyre (1983) by Paul Reade.

This one is at the bottom mostly because of how sweet and tranquil and restrained it is overall. I'd rather expect it for something like Cranford or Anne of Green Gables. There's nothing even remotely Gothic or super dramatic to it.

6. Jane Eyre (1943) by Bernard Hermann.

Bombastic, like all things Hollywood in the 40s, but also very, very, very generic. Can fit anything from Victorian Romance to Contemporary drama and a serious old-timey silly simphony cartoon.

Best tracks: Rochester, Springtime, Mr Mason, Farewell.

5. Jane Eyre (1970) by John Williams.

It's comforting, once in a while, to know even the greatest are not very inspired sometimes.

Mind you, this still IS John Williams. The melodies are beautiful, the leitmotif carries solidly through the different pieces and morphs deliciously... but it doesn't sound like Jane Eyre. It doesn't sound like anything remotely in a zone anywhere near Jane Eyre. The tone is epic, but as in war-epic, with a dash of romance. What you'd expect for, say, a Zefirelli adaptation of a Shakespeare play?. The instrumentation, heavy on flute and a sort of harpsichord and sometimes... glockenspiel? does very little to evade that idea.

Best tracks: Trio (The Meeting), Across the Moors, Reunion.

4. Jane Eyre (2006), by Rob Lane.

This one is... fine. It's fine. It surely does have big emotions, it can do spooky and it can do joyful... but, listen, Rob Lane is an award-winner composer. We are talking of the person that composed the epic theme of Merlin. Here are some samples of his Jane Eyre score:

All except the intro an outro can be found at: https://www.roblanemusic.com/portfolio-item/jane-eyre-2006/

But you know what really puts it at the "bottom of the best" list? The... peculiar... way in which it sometimes sounds way too close to Thomas Newman's score for Little Women 1994. Maybe it is a matter of the director temping scenes with LW tunes and requiring the score to sound very similar, but even then, it's not... a good look.

Listen, for example, to this segment (it will play first "New York" from the score of Little Women 1994, then the music you hear when the servants prepare Thornfield for the arrival of the guests. The sound on the second is a bit muffled because I removed the vocals manually):

Also, this one (Learning to Forget, from LW 94, then the Rivers Family tune):

Badly done, Rob, badly done.

3. Jane Eyre (2011) by Dario Marianelli.

*gasp*

Yes, I went there and I'm not sorry. But also, this is not about dissing this score at all. It's really, really good. And truly, the difference between 3 and 2 is almost a technicality.

Declaredly, the director wanted Dario Marianelli to make this score as contrasting as possible to the one he composed for Pride &Prejudice (2005). This is in principle a good idea, because these works do feel like completely different universes. But one thing that the P&P score had going for itself, and that I see as a weakness of this one, is the distinctive character of each piece of the score; one blends into the other, and the general tone, while very atmospheric and supremely gothic, is also very restrained (it sounds contradictory, but it isn't). Which isn't very Janeeyresque at all.

Best pieces: A Thorough Education, Waiting for Mr. Rochester, The Wedding Dress.

2. Jane Eyre (1997), by Richard Harvey

(here is my own extraction of the music from the movie itself. As such, because of vocal isolation procedures, there's distortion and quality loss, specially in the parts under dialogue, but it still gives a complete impression of the OST as a whole).

I mourn that it has never been released, because to me at least it is hauntingly beautiful and memorable. Jane's leitmotif really just captures so much about the hardship and grief mingled with hope and yearning, and high drama and struggle of the story, that even if some of the other parts of the score aren't as distinctive or memorable, it still places it near the top.

Best pieces: Jane Eyre (Main Theme), Rochester's Fire, Handshake at Sunrise.

1. Jane Eyre (1996) by Claudio Capponi and Alessio Vlad

Jane Eyre (1996) will justly loose most accuracy rankings, but the score, the score is the one thing in it that very much does feel like the novel to me.

The music for this production is distinctive and gorgeous; it’s very simply structured around three main motifs: a journey motif (very clear in Infanzia di Jane, Viaggio di Jane), a love motif with a joyful (Tema di Helen, Matrimonio di Jane) and a wistful movement (Tema di Jane, Jane e Rochester), and a dark motif with a regret (Tema di Rochester, Ritorno a Thornfield) and a danger (Incendio a Thornfield, Inverno a Lowood) movement. The score moves seamlessly from poignant and reflective to sinister to hopeful, to innocent and pastoral and back again.

Best pieces: Infanzia di Jane, Helen e Jane, Tema di Jane Eyre (reprise).

What are your favorite moments of Jane Eyre scores?

[despoyler-blog]

So, I played some Doom

Gotta be honest with ya, fine reader, I played original Doom in my wee years. Like I got to it when I was visiting my mom’s workplace whe she can’t leave me alone at house. And there it was, glorious Doom, with all that E1M1, soundtrack, which I couldn’t hear (cause there weren’t any speakers, you see), and I thought “cool, where can I get home play some Quake?” I was from household that played all Quake parts and had it installed, but no Doom, so I hadn’t touched original two parts. My intro into those parts was Doom 3 and still I have some warm feelings to that part. Years went by, I played different FPS games, also regarded Doom as standard bearer, played and had some fun with Doom 2016 and Doom Ethernal, but yeah, not the same. And friends were participating in RAMP 2023 (that’s the initiative for map creation, check it out, that’s a good shiet, you can see people’s passion and soul sometimes) and playing some Plutonia Experiment. Honestly, I’m kind of guy when something in group happening and I kinda like it - I need to try it. So, I’ve tried Plutonia (thanks to @opanasopanasovychopanasenko for help with set up with GZDoom) and I must admit - I’m in awe. I can say that is “the Dark Souls of FPS” and that can be quite accurate description, but where we would be with that? Nowhere, that’s for sure. I can say this - while playing Plutonia it’s the first time in my 23 years of gaming (I’m 26 currently) when I can hear developer’s communication though the gameplay. You see, when you play the current titles - they’re good, but they don’t have some author’s touch.  With Plutonia, proudly developed by Dario and Milo Casali, I can see the vision for what developer’s intended for me to do in some sections of the game in order not to get totally by the enemies. For example, it can be in such details when spawning archvile right in front of you, but if you know that rocket launcher will push him over the ledge - such encounter will become much easier to overcome. The level design was really intriguing - from the labyrinth with archviles to hellish levels with separate platforms and tons of secret, from hard regular levels to  secret levels with some devilish tricks (I say that I must applaud to the decision of spawning five archviles in already cleared areas, after beating 4 cyberdemons). And secrets thruought the level located like with purpose “there is a tough enemies, but here’s your reward - take it, you’ll need it” I got this cozy feeling inside me, when I played Plutonia that everything is like it should be.  Even If I got stuck on some nasty sections, I soon realized - yeah, they designed it in such way, now seek means to beat that. Anyway, can’t recommend it enough to any connoseir of oldschool FPS/boomer shooters if you haven’t tried it yet, it’s so good. Until then, keep calm and donate UAF(https://savelife.in.ua/en/ or any other UA foundation) so I can sprout such thoughts in the future.

[swiss-private-banking]

Listen to the Podcast by Enzo Caputo from Swiss Banking Lawyers

Are Swiss Banks in trouble? How safe is your Money with Credit Suisse? Swiss banks are under a frontal attack by the UK and the US media. There is an ongoing defamation campaign against Swiss banks.

Despite attacks against the reputation of the Swiss banks, they are doing great. Since Covid and the war in Ukraine business is booming. Never have Swiss banks attracted so much new money from all over the world as in the last two years.

Based on the example of Credit Suisse you will learn that the money of international investors is protected. The first 100,000 CHF is guaranteed anyway. Only liquidity beyond 100,000 CHF is at risk. All investments can be taken out of the bankruptcy mass of a bank that went bust. If you invest your money in stocks, funds, or bonds, it will not be part of the bankruptcy and remain within the property of the investor.

I am receiving a couple of calls every week from investors asking me about the safety and if they should leave Credit Suisse. I analyze case by case and I give tailor-made answers. A general answer does not exist. In most cases, I will tranquilize the client of Credit Suisse.

My interview partner Mr. Dario Berta is convinced that Credit Suisse will recover next year based on the new strategy. There will be a cut of 9,000 bankers. They will diminish expenditures and increase wealth management activities. The value of the share price is undervalued. The real value of Credit Suisse is 4 to 5 times bigger than the value reflected with a share price of below 4 CHF.

00:00 Intro 01:42 What is the truth about Credit Suisse? 03:10 What is the new strategy of Credit Suisse? 04:43 Why Credit Suisse made losses? 05:01 What are the most famous scandals of Credit Suisse? 06:04 How to judge the low share price of 4 CHF versus the real value of Credit Suisse? 06:25 How much is Credit Suisse worth? 06:45 Who are the Arab investors injecting new capital into Credit Suisse? 07:41 How do you measure the market value of Credit Suisse? 09:35 Will Credit Suisse survive this crisis? 10:35 The Swiss banking industry is booming 11:30 What will be the future of Credit Suisse? 11:50 How many people will lose their job with Credit Suisse? 14:25 What happens to your money if the bank goes bankrupt?

Actually, Credit Suisse stock is undervalued.

📌 Learn more at 👉 swiss-banking-lawyers.com

[fiveminguses]

Dario G - Sunchyme 

What an intro.

[dairom1]

Intro

Primero tendremos a Roy un tipo que viene de una provincia lejana muy alegre y muy divertida pero el no es tanto de eso, el es mas bien poco sociable necesita tiempo para hacer amigos y no confía ni cree en nadie, su vida comienza mucho tiempo atrás una familia de 4 hijos 2 niñas 2 niños, cuando solo tenía 3 años fue enviado a vivir con sus abuelos para mejorar su nivel de vida y estudios, si puede que esto le haya traído traumas y por eso no es tan familiar que digamos, incluso con su familia mantiene la distancia. Pero llego a este punto siendo un chico normal tratando de pasar por desapercibido, pero claro el, bueno seguiremos el camino desde la perspectiva de él así que ya lo irán conociendo poco a poco. Lo mas importante llega a la universidad con novia, a distancia y a vivir con su primo mayor que el por 6 años pero que se llevan muy bien ya que al final vivieron un año juntos hace 5 años. La novia es muy pero muy guapa para el, y bueno el tiende a conquistar a las chicas sabiendo que necesitan, el tipo sabe escuchar y manipular, recuerden esto por siempre.

Luego tenemos a Sol, ella es de ciudad, pero de barrio como la quieran ver ella es el alma de la fiesta muy divertida hace amigos a diario y llámenlo como quieran pero o es muy inteligente o tiene mucha suerte pero sabe salir de problemas al menos académicamente hablando, luego en la vida ya verán es otra historia. Familia unida, tiene una hermana y mayormente mantiene sus grupos de amigos desde la escuela, colegio y ahora formara otro grupo pero tiene tiempo para todo quizás sea la mas amiguera del grupo. Llega ala universidad sin novio pero nunca sola. Su mayor problema es que su estomago no aguanta mucha comida que digamos, así que si…. Podemos decir que también es la que mas se enferma del grupo pero en fin es una persona increíble.

Xavi un tipo alto con hoyuelos muy coqueto y pues se puede decir que le encanta llamar la atención socialmente hablando luego de eso, es muy reservado y gano habilidades de hacer trampas para poder pasar por todos los obstáculos y no lo culpo ingeniería es un campo complicado. Es el hermano del medio tiene uno mayor y una menor los 3 usan lentes así que debe ser genética, lo de los lentes es importante muchos de ellos se rompen y se pierden a lo largo de la historia. Aunque es una buena persona, es una persona problemática, lo digo por experiencia, él ha sido la base de la mayoría de los problemas de Roy que se irán contando poco a poco. Sin novia listo para conquistar el mundo. ¿Flaco alto y pues con hoyuelos supongo que es una buena combinación no?

Mirian, ella es una chica rara, de provincia, ojos claros, alta pero no demasiado y le importa mucho el qué dirán de las personas. Muy inocente pero no del todo uno de sus grandes problemas, es que con alcohol a veces no hay como pararla, en ambos sentidos, para resumir, es otra persona. La hija del medio una hermana mayor y un hermano menor. Un genio, abanderada y sin ninguna duda la mas dedicada de todos los que serán mencionados. Ella es rara, pero si que es buena amiga, aunque a veces no sabe como actuar, siempre intenta ayudar. Llega con novio que vive en su pueblito y estudia cerca de la capital. Empezara a vivir con su hermana que ya lleva un par de años en la capital. Y no se olviden de su hermana Katy entrara en algún momento de la historia.

Dario, alguien chévere, se viste bien de alta presencia y bien peinadito. Tiene dos lados el que dice si a todo y el que también dice tengo que estudiar y después si a todo. No quiero que lo ofendan, pero es el típico hijo único, hijo de papi y mami que quizás tiene todo resuelto en la vida, pero en verdad es una gran persona y pues si también el alcohol es un peligro con él. Tiene muchos primos los ve como sus hermanos y es muy amiguero también. Vive en las afueras de la ciudad así que tiene mucha disciplina para poder llegar temprano a la universidad. Sin novia totalmente listo para conquistar el mundo.

Any, ella es muy tierna, no ha despertado su lado salvaje, de buena familia, eso la detiene un poco a sacar todo su potencial, tiene un familia de alto estatus y es muy reservadda con esas cosas. La hija del medio de 2 mujeres mas. Si como todas las familias ricas con muchos problemas en casa pero todo normal se pueden solucionar con el tiempo y la paciencia. Ella sabe 3 idiomas eso le da ventaja para comunicarse en ciertas ocaciones, es muy audaz sabe como aprovecharse de las situaciones y nunca se va a quedar callada si le sirven mal su pedido. Con novio pero llevaban saliendo muy poco tiempo

Sofy, ella es alta presencia es mayor que todo el grupo pero no tanto, viste bien, buen cuerpo, alguien muy refinada. Personalmente no se mucho de ella y no quiero aburrirlos hay cosas que no son realmente importantes. Pero si tiene novio en otra universidad así que ojos que no ven corazón que no siente ¿verdad?

Jaime, es un chico de provincia muy lanzado, con mucha confianza en si mismo y sin ninguna duda una persona que le gusta divertirse, si aquí esta el anfitrión de varias fiestas en su departamento y un montón de historias, vive solo, sus papas llegan a visitarlo los fines de semana así que no siempre se puede hacer fiestas hasta morir. Llega soltero aunque con algunas historias por ahí en su pueblito.

Maite, ella es una chica muy tranquila de provincia con una hermana melliza que decidió estudiar medicina y una hermana mayor que esta acabando arquitectura, la melliza Key y la mayor Renata nos las olviden. Si al ser muy tranquila la gente puede persuadirla para hacer fiestas, en un futuro serán grandes fiestas. Ella s un amor de persona nadie en su sano juicio seria capaz de hacerle daño porque se las verían con todo el grupo. ¡¡¡Aunque ella no quería ser parte de nosotros la unimos a la fuerza!!!

Y luego vendrán mas personajes, pero ya verán poco a poco los introducire lo mejor que pueda, sin mas espera, espero no te hayas saltado el prólogo, es importante saber sobre algunos de ellos así sea un poco.

[drippiesfm]

TASK 001: INTRODUCTION ⸻ DARIO LUNA

( drogon / damian priest, forty-five, cisgender man, he/him )  Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that DARIO LUNA is an MOTORBIKE MECHANIC that works in SECTOR 7. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of DRAGON PHYSIOLOGY + METAL MANIPULATION. That must be why they’re COMPASSIONATE and FRIGHTENING. If you ask me, they remind me of ❝ the way the metal curls at the touch like reshaping liquid thoughts, "you've got garlic in your soul ⸺ you have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile" & metallic scales shimmering like chainmail ❞ They are affiliated with RUST & RUIN.

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character name: dario luna

nickname (s): drogon, lbr

face claim: drogon / damian priest

mutation status: gen ii

birthday: april 2

sexuality: bisexual undertaker

moral alignment: true neutral

occupation: motorbike mechanic

work sector: sector 7.

affiliation: rust & ruin / the biker gang

3 positive traits: protective, courageous, instinctive

3 negative traits: aggressive, jealous, unpredictable

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

gender: cisgender man / amab / male

height: 6′ 5″

markings: scorch marks along his forearms, and adorning the many muscles on that man. lots of muscle veins, guyliner ( it looks natural, okay), myriad tattoos & calloused hands

tattoos: everything damian priest has on his body

piercings: none

decorum: purple bandana, sleeveless shirts, choker with family sigil, leather vest/ jacket - all black most of the time, a lot of metal / chains, spikes, bulky rings, bracelets and necklaces. he also wears boots that do the jangle ( spurs )

scent: smoldering amber and black pepper

zodiac: aries

primary vice: loyalty

primary virtue: wrath

trope: the dragon, the protector, the reluctant lover, the gentle giant, the beast within, primal instincts, the one man army, the underdog, the wild spirit, the badass with a good heart

inspiration: this gif but also sandor clegane ( GOT ), toph ( atla ), obviously, red eyes black metal dragon ( yu gi oh ) , gajeel redfox ( that anime juwy said ), magneto but only in powers, and ofc drogon ( GOT )

residence: the skies lbr, but also sometimes with renato to make sure he's safe 

hobbies: metalworking / forging / blacksmithing, cooking ( puerto rican food ) / grilling, motorbike mechanic-ing, brawling / street fights, dragon flying, sleeping ( in a cozy nest or random lairs ), seeking a mate, breathing fire at targets, sunbathing

habits: destructive outbursts, overprotectiveness, aggression toward strangers, protecting his territory, self-sufficiency, protecting the vulnerable, brutal honesty, fighting for what’s right, self-reflection, quick to anger ( violence ), isolation ( emotional detachment ), grudge-holding ( obsessive vengeance )

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?

better than his sister ( ren's mom ) did. she left first finding solace in a different settlement. dario tried his best to visit up until their big fight™ he has been determined to find her ( flying around / scouting for a semblance of her despite not speaking for 14ish years ) but he never was able to find her face in a sea of bodies. he regrets not leaving when she did, perhaps if he had, then she'd be here and not lost. otherwise, sol city is fine.

do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?

no as a part of the motor gang rust and ruin, he doesn't trust the council to look out for the forgotten, the lost and the less fortunate. under min's leadership, he thinks there is a fighting chance to help justice take its course.

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?

the profession chose him, with his metal working / metal manipulation, but he does not hate it, nor does he find it taxing. working with his hands is better than using his brain or having to think to make a living. because of his metal manip work comes easy.

what’s one object that they always keep on their person?

a purple bandana that is used to keep his hands clean from oil and grease while being a motorbike mechanic.

questionnaire ( mutant vers ):

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)?

drawing from their dragon-like physiology, they have enhanced agility, dexterity, and heightened senses, allowing for swift, precise movement and stealth in any environment. their sharp night vision and keen senses—smell, hearing, and tracking—enable them to navigate dark terrain and locate targets from a distance. in combat, their ability to manipulate metal gives them an edge. they can shape, bend, and forge metal with precision, creating weapons, barriers, and traps.

are they gen i or gen ii?

gen ii

what can your character do? what are their strengths?

dario is typically always the muscle of the group, combining dragon-like strength, agility, and durability with metal manipulation. his enhanced senses, including flight and tracking, make him highly effective in any environment. dario can shape and control metal with precision—creating weapons, barriers, and traps. his physical prowess, combined with his ability to manipulate metal, makes him the go-to for heavy combat and problem-solving, whether it's taking down enemies or protecting his team.

what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses?

while his dragon-like physiology grants him strength and durability, he’s not invincible. his body, though resilient, can still be injured by enough force or magical attacks, and his reliance on physical power sometimes leaves him at a disadvantage against opponents who outmaneuver or outthink him. his primal instincts can also cloud his judgment, especially in high-stress situations, making him impulsive and prone to rushing into battles without considering all the risks.

finally, his emotional attachment to his allies can be a double-edged sword. his protective instincts can sometimes lead him to overextend himself or make rash decisions to keep others safe, which can put him—and the group—at greater risk.

[tonin-terets]

Buda.tv - Reel 2024 from Buda.tv on Vimeo.

When you're hungry for something and can't find what you seek, it's time to take a leap and try something new. Enjoy this bite of our new Reel.

Creating an intro reel that's a standalone short film has become a classic Buda.tv style.

This time, we wanted to craft a cinematic piece with a simple, yet captivating storyline. It's all based on a fundamental premise: if you want fresh results, you've got to embrace new ways. This simple idea embodies the very core of our studio's philosophy. We're always eager to explore novel methods of storytelling, creativity, design and animation. We're a bit like this little fox, ever yearning for something new.

From a technical perspective, we took the plunge with characters adorned in lush fur, engaging in high-octane action sequences in full-frame shots and enriched the experience with an exciting blend of 2D and 3D elements.

We hope this combination is a delectable treat for your senses.

Credits

Directed by: BUDA.tv Creative and Art director: Dalmiro Buigues Animation Director: Martín Dasnoy Executive Producer: Ignacio Godoy

Animatic: Martín Dasnoy, Dalmiro Buigues Character and Background Design: Fernando Carmona Character Modeling: Agustín Páez, Martin Dasnoy Background Modeling: Agustín Páez Hair: Agustín Páez, Dalmiro Buigues Lookdev, Shaders, Lighting: Agustín Páez, Dalmiro Buigues Simulation: Sebastian Gutnisky Composition: Dalmiro Buigues Edit: Dalmiro Buigues

Intro Music: Four Billion Years (The Soloist movie) - Dario Marianelli Music Reel: HyperJump - @tonileys Final audio mix: @facundocapece

[musikblog]

D.A.R.I.O. - Angst - Neue Single D.A.R.I.O. aus Berlin veröffentlicht heute seine neue Single “Angst”. Es ist nach “Nacht” und “Intro” die dritte Single von seiner Debüt-EP “Dunkelheit”, die am 18. August erscheint. View this post on Instagram A post shared by D.A.R.I.O. (@dario_mc_official) In dem autobiografischen Song erzählt D.A.R.I.O.  von den Herausforderungen, die mit einer Angststörung einhergehen. Damit will der […] https://www.musikblog.de/2023/07/d-a-r-i-o-angst-neue-single/ #DARIO #DeutschRap #HipHop #MusikBlogNewcomer

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Ein Fenster in der Dunkelheit: D.A.R.I.O. gibt mit “Intro” ersten Einblick in konzeptionelle Debüt-EP 📣 https://mister-mixmania.com/de/news/musik-news/ein-fenster-in-der-dunkelheit-d-a-r-i-o-gibt-mit-intro-ersten-einblick-in-konzeptionelle-debuet-ep/ Tagged as D.A.R.I.O. Die Single “Intro”, die am 26. Mai zusammen mit einem Musikvideo erscheint ist der emotionale Auftakt der Konzept-EP “Dunkelheit”, die der Wahlberliner Rapper D.A.R.I.O. in enger Zusammenarbeit mit dem Produzenten ..... : #musiknews #musik #DARIO Foto Credits: Wolfpack Entertainment - D.A.R.I.O.

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Disco Survivor Masterpost

Sprites and Map (Image)

Battle - Liquid (Music)

Domain Theme 1 (Music)

Prologue Part 1 [Intro and Marion]

Prologue Part 2 [Dario]

Prologue Part 3 [Yuuya]

Prologue Part 4 [Loretta]

Prologue Part 5 [Masaru and Ichika]

Prologue Part 6 [Nobuo]

Prologue Part 7 [Finale]

With more to follow!