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PerifaCon 2024 | Novidades e atrações confirmadas

A PerifaCon, a maior convenção nerd das favelas, revela os artistas confirmados para sua quarta edição em julho. #PerifaCon2024

Maior convenção nerd das favelas de SP, a PerifaCon 2024, anuncia artistas com presença confirmada na quarta edição do evento. A PerifaCon, a principal convenção nerd das favelas, anuncia os artistas presentes em sua quarta edição. Marcada para os dias 27 e 28 de julho na Fábrica de Cultura de Diadema. Este encontro gratuito visa impulsionar a cultura pop nas periferias de São Paulo, oferecendo…

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Unleash Your Persona!

By: KL Tiago

 Persona 5, the JRPG from Atlus, is one of the best games of this year as well as all time.  In my opinion.  But also it’s true.

 The characters are thought out and interesting. The story is deep and engaging. The gameplay is fun and strategic. The soundtrack is out of this world. It's overall just an amazing piece of work.

 One of the best things about this game, beyond the aforementioned points, is its visuals.  Persona 5 bleeds aesthetic.  The anime-style comes through in the character design, the musical choices, the fonts; everything.  It's all very uniquely Persona and all very amazing.

 What I want to dissect specifically, is the fashion. The costume design of this game is top-notch.  Character outfits are fashionable, stylish, funky, and on-trend. I'm going to go one by one through the Phantom Thieves’ battle costumes to discuss what a fabulous job this game did with its aesthetics and their fashion choices.

 First up, the main protagonist Akira Kurusu aka Joker.  Black trench coat with an oversized turned up collar?  Yas.  Boots with the hint of a heel and slightly curled toe?  Yas.  Fit-ted vest to snatch that motherfucking waist to Hades?  Yas, bitch.  A secretive, white, pointy mask to hide all of the Joker’s got-damn secrets? Yas.  Red accent gloves?  You betta believe it!  Akira is serving some midnight-warrior-Protagonist-realness and will lead you straight to fashion nirvana.

 Ryuji Sakamoto, your first friend, goes by Skull. Henny is giving you knee pads for safety and fun.  Pants tight like the bonds of friendship, complete with anime-trope-doubled-up, X-crossed belts.  Yes they’re functional too, miss-miss.  Where else would Skull hold his shotgun shells?  Fashion and function, yes, ma’am.  Did I mention the yellow gloves and thin red scarf to maximize the accessorize?  I did now.

 Who’s that blonde in the drastically-impractical zip-up, red leather body suit?  Miss Panther: Ann Takamaki.  It is what?  Glued to her body.  She is where?  Covered head to toe except for a very-practical boob-window. Mmm-hmm.  Do those thigh-high boots zip up?  NO MA’AM: they are pulled high as Heaven brought up by the Lordt.  And don’t think for one motherfucking minute Ann left her accessories at home.  Her purr-fect primadonna mask faces some feline features and her hot pink gloves are giving Barbie, Kirby and Kimberly Ann Hart respiratory problems.  She is painting the town red with her colour-palette, honey.  Live.

 Yusuke Kitagawa, the stone-cold Fox with a mask of a Kitsune. HUH-KNEE.  Yu-su-ke-is-snatched-like-but-ter-he-is-run-ning-with-this-look-to-the-run-way.  That collar is up to HERE, honey.  His outfit is fitting like his ice-blue gloves–like butter!–creamy, silky, smooth. Sleek, is his look.  But wait!  Flounce, darling!  Flounce!  Are those sleeves puffed like a pastry?  Mama, yas!  Are those knee-high boots white like a wedding dress?  Bitch-is-PURE.  What’s that striped blue and white sash hiding, Yusuke?  Mr. Kitagawa, is that a fluffy tail, you furry trash?  MA-MA, YAS!

 Next up is queen, kween and also codenamed Queen: Makoto Nijima.  Her outfit is black as?  Night.  Her corset-inspired leather is? Dangerous.  Those spiky shoulders are giving me Balmain in a war-zone, honey.   She is a steel-toed, iron-masked, deadly-fisted honor-student from the right-side of the tracks and she will rip out that throat and help you study arithmetic, honey.  She is a whom?  Multitasker.  Ask Miss Makoto if you can borrow her lengthy, flowing, beautiful black sash to hang yourself with because her look will leave you deceased.

 Sakura-comma-Futaba.  Baby-girl better get herself out of her socially-anxious closet because the world needs to see her LOOK.  Little lady isn’t called Oracle for nothing honey.  Those cute, bug-eyed, red goggles of hers can see into your soul, can see into your mind, can see into the future, Miss-Honey.  Which is where she pulled this Tron-gone-fashion aesthetique.  Those neon green lines are pulsing over that slight frame, Futaba.  Those popping green fingers, heels and toes are hacking into fashion, Futaba.  You may not know how to hold a normal conversation, Futaba, but honey can hold an outfit.

 The Heiress of a hamburger fortune, lemme take a bite out of Haru Okumura: M’ilady of the dark, mademoiselle Noir.   Let’s start from the top, shall we. Bitch-that-feath-thered-hat-is-give-ing-me-ev-ry-thing.  It’s cute.  It’s Shakespeare.  It’s delicious.  Lady Okumura, where did you get that lilac pink blouse because I need it.  I need that adorable vest to make it an ensemble, and the lil’ silk tie to circle dat throat.  Mm-kay?  Call Ryuji, his shotgun shell belt just became last season.  Haru is holding.  Grenades that is.  Which she launches, honey, like she launches us into fashion celestiality with those poofy short-shorts, black leggings and good-girl loafers.  Haru may be armed with an axe, but she’ll behead me with her own two hands in those hot-purple leather gloves, ma’am!

 Is the dissection over?  NO MA’AM!  It is NOT! No team of heart-stealing fashion-bandits is complete without animal aid!  Meowing Morgana pulls up to the curb in them-got-damn-self because Miss-Codename: Mona can transform into a bus. Yes queen!  This feline accessorizes with a 2.3L turbo-4 engine and 300 horesepower!  Handy and fashion: because that bus has ears.  For what?  To hear the haters coming and drive the fuck away, Miss-Miss!  Morgana is serving adorable-counterpart-reality with a cute yellow handkerchief collaring that cute, kitty-cat neck.

 The Phantom Thieves are what?  Sickening.  They have stolen what?  Your heart.  Why?  Because: fashion.

 If you still doubt me in terms of the incredibleness of Persona 5, I can’t help you.  Honestly, seeing them should have been enough to make you place an Amazon order or get your ass down to a GameStop.  Love yourself: play Persona 5.  Or do one better: dress like Persona 5.

 Turn up that collar.  Accessorize with too many belts.  Feather that hat, honey.  Make yourself into the person you wish you’d be with all the craze and fabulous you deserve. Unleash your Persona!  Unleash fashion!

 Persona 5 is available for PlayStation 4.

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På lördagskvällen åkte jag till Amsterdam med Eleonora, min nyfunna holländska vän Chris och tre andra nya vänner, Tiago, Avik och Veerle. Vi tog tåget dit tillsammans och sedan tog Chris med oss till en spansk bar där vi drack väldigt häftiga shots, bland annat en där man först skulle tugga på en liten blomma som gjorde hela munnen tillfälligt förlamad! Därefter gick vi vidare till en klubb som hette SugarFactory. Där var det 80/90-talstema och jag var i himlen! Vi dansade till Michael Jackson, Wham och Madonna och hade så roligt att vi stannade ända till stängning kl 05.00. Då promenerade vi till stationen, tog tåget hem och var inte i sängs förrän runt 06.30! Trots att solen redan var påväg upp när jag gick och la mig lyckades jag få n��gra timmars sömn. Efter en mycket sen frukost och en stunds kravlöst chillande tog jag mig till en av parkerna i Leiden där vi samlades ett stort gäng och grillade tillsammans. Det var sommarvärme ute och underbart väder! Helgen var alltså mycket lyckad med mysiga och roliga aktiviteter. Idag börjar jag en ny kurs och det känns faktiskt bra att få lite viktigt att pyssla med.

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Thanks for coming to "burning with pleasure" opening yesterday. The show is open Thursday to Sunday from 12 to 6 pm till the 30th September. @seenfifteen #burningwithpleasure #archipelagoprojects #artistsbooks

Et opslag delt af a r c h i p e l a g o (@magaliavezou) den 9. Sep 2017 kl. 5:18 PDT

It presents books by: Valentina Abenavoli, Renato d’Agostin, Thomas Albdorf, Francys Alÿs, AM Projects, Miguel Angelo Martins, Felicia Atkinson, Emma Bäcklund, Rosa Barba, Valentino Barachini, Julián Barón, Yto Barrada, Ericka Beckman, Ruth van Beek, Dominic Bell, Marte Bersang, Katrien De Blauwer, Dan Boardman, Thomas Boivin, Julie Boserup, Yannick Bouillis, Jonny Briggs, Amanda Butterworth, Tiago Casanova, Ricardo Cases, Ottavia Castellina, Vija Celmins, Julie Cockburn, Alex da Corte, Fábio Cunha, Svenja Jill Deininger, Lalu Delbracio, Roger Eberhard, Pia Elizondo, Grégoire Eloy, Fernando Fujimoto, Thobias Fäldt, Anoka Faruqee, Vincent Fecteau, Tine Gun, Christiano Guerri, Brian Griffin, Noémie Goudal, Pedro Guimarães, Darren Harvey-Regan, Yan Kallen, Klara Källström, Joakim Kocjancic, Ellen Korth, Anouk Kruithof, Gabby Laurent, Peter Lind, Angelika Loderer, Satoshi Machiguchi, Giulia Marchi, Aspen Mays, Michel Mazzoni, Raymond Meeks, Enric Montes, Bernardita Morelloo, Daido Moryama, Jean-Luc Moulène, Anne Müchler, Louise Oates, Makoto Oono, Saskia Overzee, Marton Perlaki, Rick Morris Pushinsky, Louis Reit, Misha de Ridder, Elia Romanelli, Ugo Rondinone, Nico Schmitz, Gabriel Sierra, Avery Singer, Gytis Skudzinskas, Eva Stenram, Clare Strand, Sayako Sugawara, Batia Sutter, Malgorzata O'Stankiewicz, Hiroshi Takizawa, Dominic Til, Elisabeth Tonnard, Lorenzo Tricoli, Rocco Venezia, Piero Vereni, Oriol Villanova, Corinne Vionnet, Camille Vivier, Harley Weir, Daisuke Yokota, Tereza Zelenkova,

Et opslag delt af a r c h i p e l a g o (@magaliavezou) den 4. Sep 2017 kl. 1:24 PDT

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KL Summarizes - Puella Magi Madoka Magica

By: KL Tiago

 There are several tropes associated with the magical girl genre.  Cute-yet-semi-trashy outfits. Impossibly coloured and styled hair.  Overly-sexual magical transformations from school-girl to mystical-fighter...  Puella Magi Madoka Magica has all of that and more, honey.  Oh, but did I mention that unlike other magical girl series out there: it.   Is.  Dark.  Very dark.  Let’s discuss.  Spoilers ahead, mama.

 We start with school girls Madoka and Sayaka living they boring-ass lives.  We see some classic magical girl color-palette individuality going on here; one pink and one blue, you can tell homegirls are gonna have some hue-specific outfits when they transform, and bitch: they do.  But first they’re just two regular youngins.  And then they meet Kyubey.

 Kyubey?  Honey.   Kyubey.  Is.  A.  Bitch.  But we’ll get to that.

 Kyubey is cute AF.  AF.  Kyubey is half-bunny, half-cat, half-fox, sort of pink, sort of white; it is giving you beady-red-eyed-adorable-animalistic-ambiguity. The girls meet Kyubey and he telepathically spills the tea that he can grant them a wish.  And not only can he grant you a wish–no bitch–Kyubey is a businessman; he will give you a two-for-one, Miss-Miss!  Not only will you get a wish–BITCH!–you will also become a muthafucking MAGICAL GIRL.

 Will you get magical powers?  Yes!  Will you get a fabulous outfit?  Yas!  Will you fight evil witches and save lives?  YAS!  Shit-is-look-ing-up, Mama!  The girls meet a new friend, Mami, who has already got her wish and made a contract with Kyubey.  She is living her best magical girl life, honey.  She has yellow ribbons, boss-ass rifles and breasts which make no sense on a 15 year-old.  She was also a friendless orphan until she met her two new friends, but she is lonely no more, honey!  Yas!  Friendship!

 …

 Enter Homura.

 Homura Akemi is purple, sleek, and ready to motherfucking murder Kyubey.  Why?–You ask–would anyone want to kill Kyubey?  He is so fucking cute!  Bitch, I’m about to get there.

 One day, Madoka and Sayaka go with Mami while she out hunting witches; as the magical girls do.  However, shit goes wrong this time…  Shit goes side-ways.  Shit goes so sideways that Mami gets her fucking head torn off.  Literally.  Well I suppose literally it’s bitten off, but still: shit gets real.  Very suddenly.  Ain’t nothing like seeing a magical girl go limp because a witch chomped her head off.  Pret-ty fucked up.  Must admit.

 Homura dashes in to save the two girls, killing the witch who half-ate Mami, and warns these stupid bitches to stay the fuck away from Kyubey and to forget about being a magical girl.

 Do they?  Fuck no: this is a narrative, honey.

 Sayaka ends up making a wish to save a boy who leaves her ass for some skank.  She gets so emo about it homegirl’s Soul Gem–the source of her magical girl power–goes corrupt and she turns witch.

 Oh yeah, bitch.  Witches are just darkened magical girls.  But that’s so weird since… Kyubey… makes magical girls… to fight witches… Oh shit.

 YAS BITCH.  KYUBEY IS FINESSE INCARNATE!  Him and his people–The Incubators–feed off the powerful energies created by the magical girls after they turn into witches.  He is lying to young girls and snatching their literal souls, honey!  SAVAGE!

 There’s a reason Homura been trying to kill this cat/dog/fox/rabbit/alien shit from the jump off.  FURTHER PLOT TWIST: IT WASN’T EVEN THE JUMP!

 Homura got suckered too, honey… like a million years ago!  Bitch can travel in TIME!   And what does she use her time travel for?  Trying to save her dumbass friends.  That’s a real one.  Homura a real one.  How many friends gon’ jump through time to save yo ass?  Not many.

 In every timeline her besties die or turn witch-bitch, so Homura goes back and tries it again.  It’s sweet… and sad, because she literally is never successful.

 But then Madoka makes a move.

 After being the focus of Homura’s flagrantly-lesbian-obsessive timeline restarts, the energies surrounding Madoka have become hella powerful and so she will make a hella powerful wish.  And she wishes to change the world: to stop magical girls from turning into witches when they die or get filled with sorrow.  Instead, she will purify the souls while transcending into another universe, darling.  Self-sacrifice is so chic.

 Mama Madoka becomes a god, living in another realm and purifying the souls of magical girls while her friends live on happily.

 …Or so we think, bitch!

 In the third film we see all of the girls back alive and well fighting evil once more.  Homura, being the boss-ass bitch she is, soon realizes something is fucked the hell up and discovers her and her friends have been plopped into an alternate reality formed by the power of a witch who is just about to transform.  Shit gets even more real when Homura realizes that she is the witch who is about to go nuclear.   Plot-fucking-twist!  Homura got got by her damn-self!

 As her soul is about to be corrupted and destroyed, Madoka comes to her, ready to purify her best friend and stop her from witching out.   Homura sees her friend and seizes the opportunity.  There are two omni-powerful 14 year-olds in this playground, Miss Thing.  And one of them has no fucks left to give and a lesbian crush to act on.

 After lifetimes of trying to save Madoka and failing, Homura chooses this moment to use all her power and retransform the world just as Madoka did, but this time she is the vengeful boss-demon-lord, honey. She saves her friends while also making Kyubey and his people her slaves who suffer corruption in place of the magical girls and Madoka.  The only one who knows what truly happened, how Homura changed the world and is technically a sociopathic-all-powerful-demon-witch, is Sayaka.  And Homura makes like Luca Brasi, and lets Sayaka know she better fall the fuck in line.  Ain’t no one messing up this new timeline, honey.  Homura has finally glowed up.

 Puella Magi Madoka Magica is a phenomenal anime which I highly encourage you to invest in.  I watched the three films, but there are full-season animes which play out the first two films.  It is cute, it is depressing; what more could you want?!

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“oh, those summer nights…” - GaGa Greaser

Jacket: H&M / T-Shirt: Urban Outfitters / Jeans: H&M / Lipstick:  Nahz Fur Atoo by Kat Von D

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Tales of Fashionia

By: KL Tiago

 Tales of Berseria, from Bandai Namco Studios, is the most recent release in the Tales of series.  While all games in the series offer lengthy storylines full of bright characters, vibrant locales and addictive battle systems, Tales of Berseria sets itself apart with a darker-toned story and a group of ne’er-do-well party members.  And yes: they look fabulous.  How fabulous do they look?  HONEY LET’S DISCUSS!

 Main character, Velvet Crowe, is a raven-haired beauty serving BAWD-OD-ODY.  Who needs more than a couple of pieces of torn cloth held together by dental floss and dreams when you have the most vampiric-looking Count Dracula cold-shoulder fully-lined black cape?  Not Miss Crowe!  She doesn’t need clothing to keep away the cold, darling.  She has a burning desire for bloody revenge which keeps her nice and warm.  She is rolling up one of her sleeves and going to WERK, honey.  The other arm is snatched in bandages, honey, because this beautiful babe also happens to be a blood-thirsty demon.  YAS DEMON QUEEN!

 The young spirit, Laphicet is the only person Velvet is nice to and honey it has EVERYTHING to do with that outfit.  That shapeless white gown is giving me androgynous-innocent-realness!  What you keeping in that little satchel of yours Laphicet?  SECRETS?! Yas honey, spill!  Look at that two-toned hair!  Even his own bangs are so shook by his look one of them is standing ALL THE WAY on edge!

 Rokurou Rangetsu is a master of the sword, and I mean all of them, girl.  Yes, he has a sword on his well-muscled back, but does he use it?  NOT OFTEN, HONEY!  Rokurou is such a diva he uses a sword as decoration, darling!  It’s to accessorize!  Yes, ma’am!  Ki-Moh-No-He-Didn’t?!  Yes he did! Look at that burnt orange, and dusty violet kimono honey is rocking!  Sleeve over one shoulder, darling-that’s how the cool kids do it. And that hair!  RUHG-GHED!  You better cover that demon-half of your face with some shaggy bangs, darling because: It-Is-Called-A-REVEAL!

 Hunky earth spirit Eizen is the definition of ZADDY.  Tall?  Check. Shredded?  Check.  Steely personality?  Check. If you love a bad boy, you’ll love Eizen’s curse which leads to constant bad luck.  Talk about adventure!  Those blue/green eyes are telling you to back the fuck off and it makes me wanna hop the fuck ON!  Look at that trench coat!  Those sleeves aren’t puffed by fabric, darling: they are bulging over his magical-motherfucking-muscles, honey!  I love a man who works with his hands, and honey Eizen will beat you to death with them!  Love a good pin on the collar and Eizen’s looks sharp, Maw-Maw.

 Up next is Magillanica Lou Mayvin, or Miss Magilou if you’re nasty.  The trickster witch with so much secret tea to spill she could bankrupt England, Magilou is serving up symmetrical-pattern-jester with a hint of stripper.  Pink and purple color-scheme?  Honey, my favorite.  That witch’s hat is dual-pointed, bae-bee: because Magilou has what?  A dual personality, mama!  Happy to murderous in a quick second.  And don’t get on her bad side!  She will make you sip some tea!  Some scalding-hot, unwanted, caffeine-filled-to-keep-you-up-at-night, TEA! Those floating tomes around her waist aren’t just there to be magically-enchanted aesthetic-boosters (EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE).  Miss Magilou will read you for FILTH and send you straight to hell with a wink and kiss.

 And finally, little-miss-good-girl Eleanor Hume.  Eleanor is what happens when good people fall into a bad crowd, baby! Eleanor is not a girl, not yet a woman, honey!  She is on the way to finding herself and will dip a thigh-high booted toe in the waters of sin to see how it feels, honey!  AND IT FEELS GOOD!  That skirt is short and puffy and LAYERED.  You don’t need one row of frills, not two rows, ELEAN-URH is feeding you frills in THREES, Ma-Ma.  Look at that lil’ jacket!  Sleeves: shoulder-padded.  Waist length: cropped.  This jacket if straight of the runway, bitch!  Not every body type will suit this look, bitch!

 Tales of Berseria is available for Playstation 4.

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“What’ll it be?” a bald woman with white eyes dried a long-stem wine glass with a cloth at the bar.  She slid it into the hanging rack above her and immediately picked up another to dry.

 “Ouija, we need safe haven,” Leto went up to her.  “Something is attacking us at the chalet.”

 “You’ll find no safety here,” she hung up the last glass and leaned on the bar.  “But I can get you a drink to go.”  Ouija’s thin, white tank top showed off an intricate chest tattoo of an ancient alphabet spanning from shoulder to shoulder.  The white tattoo glowed against her smooth, dark skin, glittering like diamonds.

 “What?” Leto showed genuine emotion, his eyebrows bristling and jaw clenching.  “But–what?  Witches always have safe haven at Old Ouija’s.”

 “Not this one,” she nodded to Bennet, whose mouth fell open.

 “What’s wrong with me?” she snapped to Leto, her eyes wide in search of support.

 “She reeks of death and magic: a geist is haunting her,” Ouija explained.  “Its dangerous for her here as it is anywhere else, it only endangers me too.  And I want to look out for me.”  She pulled up a bottle of tequila from below the bar and lined up three shot glasses.

 Leto rubbed his chin and hummed to himself.  “All right…”

 “What does she mean?” Bennet was confused.  “I’m being ‘haunted’?  Who’s haunting me?  A ghost?”

 “Geists,” Leto corrected.  “Twisted spirits of dead witches.  She’ll find you here; Ouija’s wards only protect against non-witches.  Geists are technically witches: if it comes here it will get through the protective magics.”

 “So where can we go it wont find me?” asked Bennet.  Leto stayed silent.  “Oh my god, I’m going to die.  It’s my first day of magic school and I’m going to die.”

 “Can you relax?  You aren’t going to die.  You kids go sit in the corner and be quiet while we figure out what to do,” Kozo pointed at some chairs by a window so heavily frosted all you could see outside was black.  She turned back to Leto and Finn.  “That girl is going to die,” Kozo whispered.

 “Shut up Kozo,” Leto told her.

 “Geists always find their mark,” she replied.

 “Shut up Kozo,” he repeated.  “Geists hunt the people who killed them and Bennet certainly hasn’t killed any witch, recently or otherwise; this is strange.”

 “What should we do, Leto?” asked Finn.

 “We need to contact the other professors,” Leto decided.  “They may have encountered the geist by now at the chalet.”

 “Provided they aren’t zombie food,” said Kozo.

 “Remind me to never have you with me in a crisis,” Leto shot.  “You’re drastically unhelpful.”

 “Just keeping it light,” she threw her hands up defensively.

 Bennet tried her best to listen to what the older witches were whispering about, stroking Grim with nervous intensity.  “What is happening?” she asked to no one in particular.

 “It’s okay,” Kitty assured her.  “I’m sure the professors are used to dealing with all of this.”

 “What is ‘all of this’?  I literally have no idea what is happening.  I was just trying to eat a salad and things suddenly got very real.  Like, now I’m being haunted and I’m not allowed in secret witch bars?” she gave Kitty a guffawed glare.  “I–I literally can not.”

 “Fuck: me either,” Lucy grumbled, sitting all the way on the other side of the room from Bennet.  “Remind me to stay away from you forever.”

 “Why are you all the way over there?  She isn’t contagious.  You aren’t going to catch her haunting,” Kitty rolled her eyes.

 “Haven’t I already, though?” Lucy snapped, pulling out her cellphone from somewhere on her person.

 “And now you’re going on your phone.  Is it really time to check Instagram?” Kitty stated the obvious.

 “Why?  Is the ghost tracking us through my phone?  Is it in the NSA now?”

 Kitty rolled her eyes, giving Bennet an attempt at a smile.  “Let’s talk it out, Bennet.  I find when people get all pouty and not-talking they make bad decisions brought on through their own unchecked thoughts.  So let’s talk?”

 The blonde nodded, a pout glued to her mouth.  “…What is this thing?”

 “Geists are vengeful spirits of dead witches, they hunt down whatever killed them.”

 “What if what killed them wasn’t a person?  Like they fell off a building?” Bennet asked.

 “Haunted building,” Kitty replied.

 “What about if they die in a car accident?”

 “Haunted highway.”

 “What if they choke on a chicken wing at a restaurant?”

 “Haunted building.”

 “But the chicken wing killed them, not the building!”

 “Doesn’t matter,” Kitty shrugged.

 “That’s fucked up…” Bennet hated ghost logic.

 “So… have you killed any witches recently?”

 “No!” Bennet exclaimed.  “How could–where would I–I just finished high school!”

 “Okay, so this is weird…” Kitty rubbed her chin.

 “It’s not as strange as you guys are making it,” Ouija took one of the shots of tequila, breaking up the whisper-fest.

 “Care to elaborate?” asked Kozo.

 “Her cat,” Ouija smirked, ��that thing is one powerful catalyst.  Hypothetically, the geist could come back to life through that girl and her pet.  That is why it’s after her.  I’ve seen it before.  Did she draw it for the first time only recently?  The geist must have felt it.”  She took the second shot of tequila, self-satisfaction emanating from her.

 Bennet rubbed Grim between his eyes; suddenly more worried for him than herself.

 “What did you do last time?” Leto leaned on the bar.

 “I didn’t do anything, I stayed the fuck here.  But they burned its bones.”  Ouija went for the final shot but Leto snatched it before she could reach it, downing it quickly.

 His throat warmed to the alcohol as he placed the miniature glass back on the bar.  “Can you help us find this one’s bones?”

 Ouija quietly assessed the shot glass before deciding to pour herself another, staring into the amber liquid.  “…I guess I could help… Come here,” she waved Bennet over with a deep sigh.  Bennet cautiously went and stood in front of Ouija.  The woman pet Grim, who had begun purring insanely.  “I love cats,” she said, before taking her last shot of tequila.  “All righty, lets do this.”

 Ducking quickly below her bar, Ouija pulled out a silver tin.  She slid the lid off, revealing several vials of purple powder; emptying one onto the wooden bar and lining it up with the triangular shard of a mirror also in the tin.  Ouija leaned over, held a single nostril closed, and snorted up the powder in one deep inhale.

 When she stood back up, her eyes glimmered black and starry like space.  She held Bennet’s cheek, her hand was unnaturally hot but not enough to be painful.  Ouija sniffed harshly three times before exhaling in quick bursts.

 “Goddamn,” she muttered.  “Goddamn.  Goddamn: did not plan on getting this high today…”  Ouija sniffed Bennet’s face some more, the whole time Grim purred in her arms.  “I see the witch’s death… no...  The geist... she's seeing other witches die.  Lots of them–she’s… these are definitely deaths of the trials…  But she survived and… moved with other witches.  …There’s freezing water now and… crows… or… and trees and... a clearing…”

 Ouija backed away from Bennet, walking slowly to a silver fridge which dripped frozen water vapor as she opened it.  She retrieved a single ice cube and munched on it with her back left molars.  “The witch’s bones are in New Salem in a clearing.  There’s cold water and mud… and birds.”

 “That’s hardly specific,” Kozo sighed.

 “Excuse the fuck out of me: I didn’t need to get stoned off esper dust to have some ungrateful witch be ungrateful,” Ouija chomped her ice forcefully.

 Leto glared at Kozo.  “Sorry,” Kozo bowed her head, apologizing to both of them.  “Thank you for helping us find clues.”

 “Yeah, yeah, now please leave, I’m about to get spacey and hungry.  So unless you’re gonna help me cook some grilled cheese and fried chicken: bye.”  Ouija ducked away behind some black wood saloon doors where clangs of pots and pans rang out.

 “What do we do, dude?” asked Finn.

 “We return to the school.  The other professors will meet us back there,” Leto replied. “Witches!  Gather!”

Excerpt from The Magical Girls and the Witch’s Bones. Coming soon to Amazon Kindle.

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late for Shujin Academy, holding my phone and a green tea latte -Schoolgirling Around

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Chapter 1 - Uncharted

 Hippoleto Kane had been standing at the top of the angular stone stairs for the past ten minutes.  The wide-brim of his hat cast a long, round shadow over one shoulder, the other exposed to the direct heat of the Los Angeles sun.  Plentiful drizzling from the fountain in the middle of the driveway nearly drowned out the crunching gravel as someone approached him from behind.

 “Morning, Professor,” Finn stretched his long arms over his head, bringing his hand down on Leto’s shoulder.  “Excited for your first day?”  Finn reeked of sun screen, ever-afraid his dainty ginger skin would burn.

 “When am ever I excited?” Leto rolled his hot shoulder.

 “True enough,” Finn smirked, “But still: youngest professor Grizelda Wick ever had.  Pretty cool.”

 “The youngest professor to teach at Grizelda Wick was Shivani Maraj in 1973 who taught at age 24 in New York.”

 “Well you’re 25 so you’re second youngest.  Still pretty cool.”

“Thanks,” Leto replied with a lazy sigh.

“Morning all,” Kozakura strolled over from the same direction as Finn.  She spun her pink, backward-facing baseball hat around to shield her eyes.  The white kitty cat on the front of it winked at Finn, who fastened his own black cap over his dark orange hair, wiggling his brows at her.

 “Good morning, Kozo,” he smiled broadly.  “Good to see you, glad another witch from our year is staying on as an alumnus.”

 “Hi Finn,” she replied, tossing her lengthy black hair over her shoulder after quickly examining an end for non-existent splits.  “Congrats on the position Professor Kane,” she smacked Leto’s shoulder harder than Finn did.  “Don’t be nervous.”

 “I’m not," he readjusted his light denim button down, evening the short, slim-fit sleeve with the other.

 “I believe it,” Kozo headed inside the school, tired of squinting in the light.  “See you in there.”

 “See you!” Finn replied.  Kozo kept walking.

 “Fill me in Professor Kane,” Finn watched her go.  “You’re essentially my brother-slash-best friend…”

“Essentially…”

 “…And you’re also essentially Kozo’s best friend …”

 “…Essentially…”

 “So how come Kozo doesn’t seem to like me?” he finished.  “I gotta ask straight up this time: I want this year to be when I officially make my move.”

 “It might have something to do with your severe case of Yellow Fever contracted the day you met her,” Leto replied.

 “That’s racist to say; saying that is racist,” Finn went red.

 “Have you ever referred to her as your ‘waifu’?”

 “I’m joking when I say that.  It’s a joke.  I don’t call–she’s not even, you know?  She’s not my waifu we’re not even together–I’m joking…  Besides!  Only you know that!  You didn’t tell her I said that, did you?”

 “Obviously not,” Leto scoffed.

 “Better not…”

 “You’re an acquired taste, Finn," Leto told him.  "Luckily, we grew up here together; otherwise, I might not like you either.”

 “I wouldn’t say I’m an ‘acquired taste’; you just don’t like anybody.”

 “Fair.  But neither does Kozo,” Leto replied.

 “…Fine,” Finn crossed his arms.  “I’ll just wait until she acquires me then.”

 “Hope you’re patient,” Leto sighed.

 The front gate, down at the end of the 100-acre property, squeaked from afar as it opened for a hulking black Escalade.  The car’s thick wheels kicked up dust as the SUV made its way along the gold dirt path to the school’s main building.

 “Newbies are here,” Finn announced needlessly.

 The Escalade pulled in front of the fountain, stopping at the bottom of the steps where Leto and Finn waited.  A black bird who’d been perched on the marble mermaid spouting water, flew away as the car’s driver, a tall woman in reflective aviators and black suit, came around to open the passenger door.  Three girls emerged one by one as the driver went to the trunk and hauled out various luggage.

 “Hello ladies, I am Professor Kane.  Welcome to the Grizelda Wick School for Talented Youth,” Leto said loudly and as enthusiastically as he could muster.  He came off more authoritarian than welcoming; Finn was likely the only one who realized Leto was putting any effort into the smile on his face, which would resemble total indifference to anyone who didn’t know him.

 “This is Finn O’Connell, one of our two Grizelda alumni teaching assistants.  He will show you to your dorms where you can leave your luggage.  Then, please join us out back in the chapel for our year-opening ceremony.”

 “Hey ladies, very nice to meet you all!  We’re gonna have a great year, right?” Finn used all the passion lacking from Leto but was still met with silence from the girls, except the blonde one who pumped an excited fist.  “All righty!  Follow me to your rooms,” he waited for the girls to grab their bags before spinning on his black Yeezy Boosts and strolling towards the dorms.

 The entirety of the building was enormous.  Federal colonial style with white brick and sloped gray roofs, the V-shaped structure had two front entrances on either side; one side at least a floor taller than the other.  Finn led the girls to the big double-doors on the right crowned by a trapizoidal window, holding open one-side for the new students to enter.

 “You’ll each be getting your own room,” Finn came in behind them before hurrying in front to lead them up the left side of the red-carpeted grand staircase.  “So no need to worry about hating each other as roommates.”

 “I can tell you’re joking, but that was a legitimate concern of mine,” said the girl with long, curly black hair which ombred into a perfectly-dyed gray.

 “Leave your luggage for now but remember to bring your chosen hats with you to the chapel,” Finn touched his cap.  “You’ll need them for the ceremony.”  They got up to the second floor and Finn pulled out his phone, checking the list Leto had emailed him and Kozo.  “Bennet Waterhouse?” he asked.

 “Me!” said the girl with razor-straight blonde hair, her arm popping up.  “That’s me, Bennet Waterhouse.”

 “This is your room,” Finn pointed to the first door on the left from the stairs.  “Lucy O’Hare?  You're across the hall.”

 “Moi,” sighed the curly diva, wheeling her huge black Rimowa luggage into the room.

 “And last but not least, Katharine Weatherby.”

 “Kitty.”  The ponytailed brunette walked to her room’s door, chucked her overstuffed Louis Vuitton bags inside and closed it.  “Chapel?” she asked, a pink-velvet crown the size of her small fist dangling from her pinky.

 “Right out back,” Finn smiled.  “Building with the huge tree growing out the roof.”

 “Cute,” she strolled away.

 “So, Finn-or is it Mr. O’Connell?” Bennet asked, emerging from her room with a top hat, adjusting the violet headband holding her hair behind her ears.  She furrowed her brows a moment before removing the band and tossing it into her room, deciding she wouldn't need it.

 “Finn is cool!”

 “Finn.  This ceremony: we’re binding our hats, right?  To draw our wands?” Bennet grinned at Lucy who closed her door behind her and did not match Bennet’s grin.

 “You’ve got it!” Finn smiled.  “Can’t properly teach witches magic without a wand!  So first thing is to give you one.  After meeting everyone we'll perform the ritual; all the professors are already waiting in the chapel!”

 “You exclaim more things than you say,” Lucy remarked.

 “I can get pretty excited about magic,” Finn admitted.  “Can’t resist a bit of geeking out.”

 “Yuck...” she went downstairs.

 “…It’s gonna be a great year!” Finn assured Bennet.

 “I agree!”  At least someone was as enthused as he.

 They met Lucy at the bottom of the stairs and the girls followed Finn out through the kitchen’s back door to a black stone-paved path leading to the chapel.  Bennet was trying to take everything in at once: the newness of the stainless steel and marble kitchen, the glittering stones of the path which wound around the sprawling backyard, the perfectly trimmed bright-green hedges, the black chapel which–as Finn promised–had thick branches from a coral tree winding out and around the building’s pointed roof.

 Bennet was already riding a high from her first day at magic school, but the beautiful property only made her feel more and more like she'd woken up and become Harry Potter–minus all the horrifying family drama.

 "Is there a fairie blessing on the tree?" Bennet asked.

 "There indeed is!" Finn grinned broadly.  "Someone already knows their stuff."

 "Oh, just a few things," Bennet stammered.  "I'm really not all too knowledgeable on magic; but I'm so eager to learn!"

 "Great to hear!  We at Grizelda Wick Los Angeles love to teach!"

 Lucy stared at the smiling duo with a thick judgment, praying Finn was the most enthusiastic person she'd be forced to encounter.

 Finn once again held the door for the girls to enter the chapel.  The first thing Bennet noticed was the fresh, leafy smell filling the place.  It was the clearest her lungs had ever felt breathing in, used to Los Angeles' less-than-stellar air quality.  Lit black-metal lanterns hung around the tree’s thick and bending trunk, casting flickering orange light everywhere in the room.  The roof of the chapel, worn from the tree’s growth and what seemed like a decent amount of time, still provided total coverage.  Three thick stained-glass windows on either side of the building blocked out most of the sun and dyed the remaining light filtering through into rainbow colors.

 “Hello, welcome,” a tall Native man stood at the front of the chapel behind a podium before the tree, an older woman in a form-fitting light-gray pantsuit standing at his side.  “Please join us,” his voice was steady and booming, it felt like it echoed even without the arched walls boosting the effect.

 Finn escorted Lucy and Bennet along the left side of the chapel, bringing them to Kitty who already sat in the very first pew.  He gave them a quick smile before leaving to take a seat in the back next to Kozo who stared at her rose gold iPhone.

 “Welcome, Freshmen class of 2017,” the man at the front greeted once more.  “I am Ferrin Tsinnie, a professor here at Grizelda Wick.  Hopefully you’ve all had a wonderful holiday season and we–”

 “Whoooooo!” the suited woman whooped excitedly, smiling at everyone in the room as she pumped a fist in the air.  As the new witches side-eyed each other, Bennet noticed she had a long, deep scar which shocked down the middle of her face along her slim, pointed nose.

 Ferrin continued.  “We are looking forward to a phenomenal new year with you all.  We’ll start with some quick introductions.  This is your Headmistress, Veronique Wick,” Ferrin held out a hand to the whooper at his side.  “Behind you are your professors, Sage La Pluie and Leto Kane,” Leto sat two pews behind them, the woman next to him with a black bob topped by a navy beret waved at the girls.  “And your two alumni teaching assistants: Kozo Tsukino and Finn O’Connell,” the two ball-capped witches waved all the way from the back.  “How about you young ladies introduce yourselves as well?”

 Bennet was happy to stand first.  “My name is Bennet Waterhouse,” she spoke loudly hoping to match Ferrin's clarity.  “I just graduated high school a year early; regular-people high school, not magical.  And this is my first real magical education and I couldn’t be more excited!”  She plopped back down deciding she’d said enough.

 Kitty stood lazily.  “I’m Kitty Weatherby, don’t ever call me Katharine, thanks.  I also just graduated high school; magical, not regular-people: thank Artemis.  And uh… yeah, I hope you’re less snobby than the boarding school witches in London.  Also, I’m from London.”  She fell back down, turning to Lucy to pass along focus.

 “I’m Lucy O’Hare,” stood the final freshman.  “I never went to high school; did my diploma online as I’ve been a working actress my whole life.”

 “That’s awesome!  What have you been in?” Bennet interrupted, genuinely interested.

 “Well I’m most recognized for my roles as Hannah Montana’s best friend’s little sister’s cousin on Hannah Montana, and Brianna, a prostitute who was murdered on an episode of Law & Order: SVU,” Lucy shrugged.

 “Oh…” Bennet blinked, less interested.

 “But I’ve also had bit parts in The Vampire Diaries and I used to do some of the social experiments for the Wendy Williams Show.”

 “What range...” Kitty smirked.  Lucy snarled.

 “That’s really cool you’ve been on television,” Bennet said, hoping to cool the glaring she felt unintentionally responsible for.

 “Well, we're very excited to have you all," Ferrin smiled.  “So why don’t we start things off?  Please, come forward with your hats and have a seat under the tree.”

 The girls did as told, Bennet leaning back against the trunk of the tree while Kitty and Lucy sat down on either side, their hats in their laps.  The tree was warm, which made no sense but also made total sense.  She smiled, taking a deep breath of the concentrated, perfect air surrounding her.

 “A top hat?” Lucy startled Bennet.  She was incredulous, dread and distaste dripping from her eyes as she craned her head to stare at the hat in Bennet’s lap. “That is what you’re choosing to represent you magically?”

 “M-my mother bought it for me before I was born,” Bennet turned red but didn’t want to, unashamed of her hat.  “Besides: I enjoy the whimsicality of it.”

 “I suppose…” Lucy frowned, snarling her nose as she dusted nothing away from her floppy black hat, a red rose of carefully-folded silk fastened right on the front of it.

 “It’s okay Bennet, we can’t all be as classy as a prostitute who was murdered on an episode of SVU,” Kitty interjected.

 “Whatever,” Lucy rolled her eyes adjusting her precariously short skirt, ensuring the floral-printed cotton protected her butt from touching the dirt or grass growing at the foot of the tree.

 “This is the Florence Tree, blessed by the Mother Fairie, Florence herself,” Ferrin spoke as the girls settled.  “Speak after me: Oh Florence, Mother of All, Protectrix of Peace.  We ask for your blessings in our pursuit of love and harmony.”

 “Oh Florence, Mother of All, Protectrix of Peace.  We ask for your blessings in our pursuit of love and harmony,” the girls repeated.  Bennet fought a smile as she listened to Lucy’s affected repetition, speaking like she was in an audition for a bad movie.

 “Once more,” Ferrin instructed.  The witches repeated him once more.  “And again.”

 As Bennet spoke she felt her temperature rise, matching that of the tree she leaned against.  The air seemed to change too, every thing and everyone in the room felt still, as though their molecules ceased to vibrate.

 “Now reach into your hats and draw your magic wand,” Ferrin’s voice was much quieter now, like Bennet was hearing him from a distance.

 She watched Kitty first.  She reached into her upside-down crown and her arm disappeared impossibly within it.  She drew out a silver, stringless bow almost as tall as she was, using both hands to pull it all the way out of her hat.  Bennet turned to Lucy who stared at her own reflection in a golden hand mirror.

 Finally, Bennet took the plunge and reached into her top hat, finding her arm disappear inside.  She felt around in the humid nothingness until something furry brushed against her fingers.  Bennet held open her hand and something alive and on four paws crawled onto her palm and latched around her wrist.

 Bennet pulled out her arm and the kitten she held meowed at her.

 “Oh!” Ferrin exclaimed as Headmistress Wick clapped insanely.

 “What?” Kozo looked up from the back for the first real time.  “What is it?  What happened?

 “Holy crap,” Finn muttered, a huge grin on his face as he craned his neck to stare up front.

 “What is it?” Kozo repeated, standing on her pew to see.  “Is that a cat?  Did she pull a cat out of her hat?”

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saving the world, one night at a time - Batgirly

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something’s coming… can you feel the magic?

The Magical Girls and the Witch’s Bones….. coming soon….

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Fans of Fiction

By: KL Tiago 

Fandoms are one of the newest hyperboles to take on a life of their own in our current media generation.  While the actions of hardcore media fanatics used to be viewed as geeky beyond the point of social acceptability, new online communities help these like-minded individuals connect and fuel each others’ obsessive desires to form the megalomaniacal overminds we know as Fandoms.

Check out Tumblr and search the tags for Marvel’s Avengers.  You’ll find a wealth of fan-made material carefully constructed by people who are truly in love with/obsessed with all things Avengers.  They’ll discuss with their friends their favorite relationships–‘ships’ as they’re called–and draw the characters out on dates, cuddling by fires, having dinner parties.

Want to read a story where the Avengers go to the beach?  You can find one.  Want to read a story where the Avengers are in an alternate-universe high school in Japan? You can find one.  Want to see the Avengers drawn as cats?  You can.  Want to see a picture of your favorite Avenger couple flying on a dragon?  You can find one, and if you can’t you can commission an artist on Tumblr to draw you one.

Same goes for the video game Overwatch.  Or the television series Supernatural.

The magnitude of the obsession surrounding these media narratives can almost eclipse the actual source material.  The number of fanatics on Tumblr who would sail their Stucky (relationship between Steve Rogers and his BFF James Buchanan Barnes) ships into battle can sometimes seem more numerous than all the people who watched the Captain America movies and made it a financial success to begin with.

I myself wrote fan fiction as a young teen.  I loved the characters of video games but wanted different stories or couples.  With no options for them in the games, I would invent them.  Or scour FanFiction.net with specifically chosen keywords to find them.

These fandoms extend from movies and video games to real life celebrities and even kids shows.  The Steven Universe fandom is extensive, filled with fan-theories and intricately designed ‘gemsonas’ representing the fans’ inner-characters. There are fan fictions about One Direction going out with each other, getting married and having babies.  The imaginations of those who absolutely adore can grow exponentially wild; and media-creators are taking notice.

The MTV series Teen Wolf found itself a popular ship in the form of Sterek; made up of the characters Stiles and Derek.  The popularity of this ship filtered its way into official Teen Wolf media with the actors who played the characters sharing posts of them together on Instagram or Twitter, as well as the show putting the characters on-screen together knowing it would lead to online conversations of lingering glances and double-meanings within the script.

The willingness of the show to feed the fandoms was, however, a double-edged sword.  While it initially helped build the series in terms of ratings and online presence, eventually all of the non-romantic Sterek pushes from the network and the show’s writers wasn’t enough to satiate the avaricious fans who wanted to see the gay love of their imagined Sterek become official canon. This never happened, with both Stiles and Derek being given various female love-interests, and eventually Sterek fans revolted, leading to ratings drops.

All the efforts made by Teen Wolf to push Sterek were no longer seen as fan-service but queer-baiting.  With no actual relationship developing between the two on the show, the fans kept to their online fandoms sharing fictions and art where their dreams were reality.  The canon of the series became less appealing to the fandom than their own creations of it.

Do writers cater to fans and craft narratives based on what the online communities want to see?  Do they ignore the pushes of the fans, no matter how serious, heartfelt or obsessive and write their own stories?

Maybe one day there will be shows or movies where the fans vote for what happens or who gets together?  Maybe more fan-fictions will be turned into narratives of their own by big production companies in a similar vein to Twilight and 50 Shades of Grey?  Maybe new sequels will be released based on alternate realities the fandoms created and crave?

Only time will tell just how influential fandoms will be on narrative integrity, but it certainly has already begun to have a real impact on the media we absorb.

So keep writing your fan fictions and drawing your favorite characters making out with each other and let your freaky fandom flags fly free.  You never know: you might just get your weirdest desires up on TV.

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