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spotaus · 9 days ago

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Okay, I'm back! And on the desktop this time so I can gander at everything and not forget, aha!

Yes! Error had no idea what was happening. I think it's a moment in my brain where I forgor what I've posted before, but I know the inital plan I had in mind was that Error was leaving home to go search for Geno. Kinda scrapped that, in the way that he's definitely planning to meander his way there initially, but when Fresh isn't after him a few days in, he decides it's not worth it and they seriously didn't care, hense him wandering aimlessly lol.

Ough the way you put it is SO peak... The boy just wants someone to want him!!! Because, he thought his brothers did, but obviously he was wrong, so he'd have to prove it. Have to make his own name for himself. (Have to hope that this would be his moment to be taken in for once-)

Yes!!! Error is insanely strong, and he was learning, but he learns differently than everyone else, and his academy didn't accept that (if Geno conformed, why can't Error?) so they expelled him. The water and fire thing was actually an idea I wanted to add in since you mentioned the idea of simple spells, because Error is extremely talented at the hard parts of magic. Multitasking and keeping many spells going at once is easy for him (sometimes he forgets he even has one active), and he's very very good at getting power behind them, it flows so easily. His magic being string-based really gave him a new perspective on how magic works!! (Like, in DnD magic is referred to as 'The Weave' and every strand is akin to a bit of magic, and it's kinda like that for him. He's deeply connected to what makes magic magic.) So, ofc, when presented with things he knows aren't his best work by the standards of professionals, who want everything to be perfect? He has to get a little showy and crafty about it!

And yeah!!! I love love loved he way you wrote Error's magic in A&C and realized I like doing smth similar in my own stories with Error using his strings to channel his magic (so long as it's not a mage-specific spell). Like, he can be so versatile thanks to its make-up, and his magic is static until activated or acted upon, so it lingers even when he's not present. Plus, he has to get into textiles somehow lmao- I think he loves making scarves, and his horrible at making hats, and everything more complex is a nice casual stretch of his creative muscle lmao.

And the building!!! (The amphitheatre was mostly just because my Art History course is leaking into my brain lmao-) Yeah, he totally meant for it to act more as a warning shot. Like 'Wow, if anything had been in that blast's way it would've been obliterated, huh? Better hire me! Better get this power on your side!' And instead he didn't toss it high enough, and it *did* obliterate something and like. He's lucky no living soul was caught in the blast because *yeesh*. He 100% did not account for his plan going wrong and he's so worried he's in trouble for messing up the place, but no one says anything.

(Also idk if it was super clear, but Error's physically sturdy kinda in the way A&C Error was (can take a hit and then repair himself) but his physical body, at age 12, is weak af. So like. The strong gust from his own spell, or those guards grabbing him and making his magic act up? Yeag. Not great. Knocked over like a bowling pin.)

And his spell was really cool! No one had seen anything like it. Ever. And Nightmare was actually deeply impressed compared to the other mages who had gone before Error. None of them could compete at all. Plus, Night wasn't fond of the building anyways, lots of bloody arena battles were fought there. He was more worried about civilians, then about Error himself lmao.

Dust was probably the scariest character to wrote this entire drabble, because I'm not quite sure how I want to characterize him yet. Obv I know the whole dustedafterdeath situation, but that's after he sees Night is tiny and assumes a more comfortable role as brother. Here he's quiet, and I tried to bring out his awkward side a bit. He's not used to giving speeches, or pep talks, or talking to strangers in any positive light. However, he totally noticed Error was getting frustrated and upset (the Black Market had been full of grown adults with less patience than Error he had to talk down pretty often) and decided he'd at least pull him away from the crowd.

It was a mix of Dust recognizing that Error was dangerous (one of the trained mages had put up that spell barrier and Error slipped through it in seconds flat) and knowing that he had the ability to de-escalate it. He mostly just tried to think of things he'd heard between the other knights when they spoke (a lot of his inspo was things Killer had said to Cross when the newby had finally broken the ice and let himself be vulnerable) which is why it felt a bit awkward, and maybe childish, but not like speaking to a 12 y/o style. More talking to a teen. Which is why Error felt good, because Dust was honest about how highly he thought of Error's abilities!

He also totally had to mention he'd have to kill those folks if Error was passed. Like, he hated to do it, but redirecting blame to Nightmare, then loosely explaining that he had his reasons? This kid would respect the king enough to let it go (he thought).

Augh the too early line was one of my favorites!! The longer he talked to Error the more relaxed he got (either that he could handle the situation, or that Error would back down) and by the end of it he had to rely less on using Killer-centric pep talks and more on his own perspective. To him, in some way, he and Error were like two peas in a pod. Insanely powerful, in the wrong place at the wrong time. So he judges it'd be better to give Error some trust, like an adult would get, and joke that he had something to deal with. (Point is, for the sake of trying to do something nice for Error, Dust basically brought Error up to his level. Like they were both in on something, better than the others, their own little club. So when Dust left, that just boosted Error's ego enough to make him want to enact his goofy plan-)

Dust's magic too! Yeah, i shlorped that one up from Real Age, lol! Though, it's less dry electricity and more an incoming hurricane with electrical wires running through the flooded streets. It's something wild and natural, not sterile like what Error's been taught, or purely otherworldly like what Fresh or Night have, it's very grounded. But he's 12 so he doesn't understand the implications, he just thinks it's cool as hell. (And it's why Geno is later so invested in learning. Dust drew in both the brothers with his mysterious attitude and storm-magic swag <3)

And!!! AND!!!! When he moves to help!!! Yeah!!! At this point, Dust didn't bother to tell Nightmare about Error, because he hadn't seen him in the stands the second day and figured he'd moved on. So when things went wrong and he saw Error fall and the guard try to approach (the blast knocked them back, which is why Error managed to stay up there long enough to process things) he wanted to move. Part of him wanted to get Error down before he hurt himself, part of him wanted to get there before the guard did and got themselves potentially killed. And Cross (the other one who was there who was only very briefly mentioned-) saw Dust move and had no hesitation in moving too, though he was under the impression that they'd be nabbing Error and taking him away somewhere (not quite deprogrammed out of the old murderous and ruthless habits just yet). Nightmare sensed the emotions of Dust and Cross clashing in motives, and could tell Error didn't seem scared, just distressed (like, same energy as a kid getting scolded by their mother) so he held them back, and watched the blast. Felt it. Then had Dust fill him in on whatever it was he'd been left blind to about this kid.

Dust had so been ready to yeet himself up there before even thinking through a plan, lmao- And he refuses to acknowledge that for another several years until Geno is in the picture again and he realizes he's been playing older brother for a few years now.

Nightmare!!!!

Like you said, we talked about it, but Night 100% stepped up to those guards and put the fear of. well. him. into them, because no matter how hard Error had messed up, he could tell there was absolutely zero malicious intent in his body. None. Even his furious intention seemed to come from a place of indignation less than the need to harm someone. And, as we've said, Error is a child at this point! A lil guy!

Along with that, the respect is 100% something I needed to lay on thick here. As much as Night is used to being a King by now, he has purposely kept himself far away from the youth, and refuses to do what his mother did to Ccino again. He walks on eggshells in this moment, because he can't afford to see a kid hurt, or scared, or even distressed because of his actions, so he's very careful. Doesn't lay a hand on him (he could feel the pain radiating, and the fear when he'd been grabbed) and waits for Error to ask for help or do things himself. The rundown Dust provided to him was helpful, but not nearly enough data to make a solid plan. (And if Error hadn't seemed so out of it, and so determined, he would have just sent him off. But frankly. Nightmare throught Error seemed like he could be a threat in the future, especially if he's so ballsy and confident and strong at this age, and without reasoning with him, it would only lead to consiquences in the future. So they had to sit and talk!)

That shrug was my everything. Something about talking to a kid makes people lower their guards, especially Nightmare (subconsciously he feels like he's in a friendly environment, I think) so he's much more willing to show that soft side. (This is the same thing that happens subconsciously to Ccino. They're aware Error is smart, but they just... don't think about the act when he's around, for the most part.) Error's confused, but so much has been going on that frankly this dude who has a good opinion of him having such a high standing with the king works in his favor so he's not about to question it!

(i have so so many thoughts so I will be coming back to finish this in a part two later, but I have to study so idk when I'll be back lmao-)

@ancha-aus

New Age AU (Error's Wacky Wild Plan)

Hi guys. So. Crazy Story. The crisis that stopped me from working on my banner art actually catapulted me into writing this drabble finally! (Also the wonderful @ancha-aus was also a life-saver and helped me hammer out a few plot points for this installment <3)

Currently my only context for this drabble is that Error is tiny, and ran away from home because Geno moved to Reaper's kingdom to make money to send back home, and Fresh spent too long away on his trip. Error was expelled from his magic academy and came home to an empty house, so he left! Now he's been on the road for about a month? Nightmare has been ruling for about 6-ish years now, almost 7.

(Hello @mutzelputz and @papiliovolens hi guys!!!)

The town was bustling.

Error had been through a lot of towns since he’d left. Big ones, small ones, ones he was convinced weren’t even towns at all, just a few barns in a general closeness to one another who decided they needed to call themselves something besides the outskirts. Those people had been particularly hostile to his passing through.

And, lately, they’d been really weird. People staring at him when he’d walk on the streets, or pass by shops. When they saw he had money from a different kingdom (he didn’t even realize he’d left his own, but he figured it meant he was on the right path) they’d squeeze their faces like they bit a lemon and hastily take his coin. Like it was cursed, or something. They were lucky it wasn’t cursed, honestly. He could probably figure out how to do that.

This town, though, was filled so full with people that he imagined they couldn’t look at him weird if they wanted to.

People were riding horses, chatting in the streets, all sorts of stalls and merchants were peddling goods, and he was almost positive he could hear music lifting down the street over the general drone. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d run into a place so busy. He’d always been told to stick to the side, out of the way, out of danger.

He didn’t have to listen to that anymore. Though, he did skirt the crowds. The mass of people seemed all too willing to bump shoulders or elbows with each other in the early morning sun, and the last thing he wanted was to have his magic act up in a crowd. He’d done well so far.

Every booth, every merchant, every passerby seemed jubilant, ebbing and flowing. It was like some sort of party.

That was, until, Error spotted it.

A big building, something that Error recognized only vaguely.

It was an amphitheatre.

Geno had taken him to see one once. Or, at least, the ruin of one. It hadn’t been too far from their home, and it was pretty abandoned and lonely. Plants had crawled up its walls, stones had fallen off in chunks, animals seemed to have deemed its high windows a perfect spot to build nests. It had been breathtaking, and ancient.

This one? Seemed perfectly in-use.

The walls were all in-tact, stones, an easy to look at grey, smooth and covered in little intricate carvings. Spells, he had to imagine, in some language he didn’t know. Curtains hung over the huge arched entrances, and heavy gates seemed to be lifted, the spikes at the base loomed over the heads of every passerby.

He couldn’t help but marvel. Was this a restoration, or maybe it was new. Some sort of imitation. Regardless, he found that his feet carried him to one of the entrances, which stood largely empty aside from some folks who looked strikingly like guards.

Two of them stood, long spears in-hand. They both stood stock still as Error approached, and didn’t move a muscle as he passed them. They were strange, definitely different. Not at all the town guard he was familiar with.

The inside of the theatre was even more impressive. Rows and rows of stands seemed to line up either side. Huge tapestry hung from the high arches past those seats, and down the runways of the bleachers, all a bright teal and dark navy blue. They seemed fancy, and much newer than the curtains which had hung in the entrance.

Beyond the walkway where he stood, was a set of stairs which led down a level or so, before it leveled out into an open space. Sandy, and very flat. It seemed like there were people there, too. A much smaller crowd, but still a crowd nonetheless.

Error was almost amazed he’d not been stopped by someone yet. Whatever was going on seemed important, and so far in his experience, people did not like him sticking his nose into important business.

With that in mind, he decided he’d stick to the entryway for now. He leaned his bag up against the wall and watched from a position where the sun still shadowed his form. He was often grateful for his miscolored bones. It made hiding in the dark a whole lot easier.

It took a bit for him to really process what he was watching in the morning light.

There were four people sat on a sort of raised box toward the front of a stage. A huge stage, raised up off the sand with wood slats. They had a long-table before them, and quills and ink jars in-hand. Well, three were sitting. One was standing. But the point is, they were all watching the stage very attentively.

On-stage there was… basically nothing. Only a simple backdrop Error had to imagine was there at all times, because it looked like it was coated in sand, even from the distance where he stood.

A person would enter the stage, the people sat on the box would speak to them, and then there was a flare of magic. Another. Another. And then they were dismissed.

It wasn’t until he really bothered to think about what magic was being cast that he realized those were extremely simple spells being used. Levitate, Create Water, Mimicry. Or Flame, Gust, Light. All just three easy spells, and then they were off-stage. That was taught magic. It gave him memories of his entrance exam to his school. He’d been way overqualified to get in, Geno taught him after all…

But, no, this didn’t feel the same. There were plenty of people who seemed to stumble at spells they didn’t recognize, or who couldn’t muster a simple breeze. Then others who were very old and obviously skilled. Obviously they found the three spells to be child’s play. Like Error would. This was no entrance exam, so what-

“Hey, pipsqueak, what are you doing there in the dark?” A voice startled him, and it took all of his willpower to avoid jumping away from its origin.

Error twisted rapidly, just in time to avoid the thrust of an elbow in his direction.

There was a monster there. Three, actually. Two lizards, both bright green and tropical, and one who looked more like a dragon. The green one closer to him must have spoken, because he laughed at Error’s flinch.

“Why are you bothering me?” Error shot back haughtily.

The lizard seemed to grin at the response.

“Oh, so we’ve got a feisty little small fry here? Thinks he’s scoping out the competition?” The dragonish one hissed, voice deep.

The other green one tittered a giggle, “So cute! I can’t believe the King really decided to let just anyone try out for Royal Mage.”

Oh…

The lizard before him seemed to take this silence as a weakness, and reached out quicker than Error could react. A flick to the middle of his forehead.

Error winced and pulled away, back and into the arena. He grit his teeth and clutched his skull, where at the same moment the lizard jumped back and shook their hand in the air a bit. His magic had reacted poorly again, and while it was better than it used to be, it still stung like 5 wasps touching down and stinging the same point all at once.

“Little freak.” Was all the monster hissed, before he fled. His two friends moving on behind him in confusion. Approaching the line to the stage.

Error stood there in the sun for a moment, rubbing at his forehead until the pain was more of a numb static.

If anything, he appreciated the little run-in with those wanna-bes. Now he knew exactly what this was, and why it had felt so familiar to him.

The Mage Trials.

Geno had to go through them, and he’s been very thorough about his every single detail while doing it. Even though he was the best mage Error had ever known, he’d still stressed and wrote page after page of plans and spells and had placed them into a folder that felt thicker than an encyclopedia. Geno had always been the only one of them who bothered studying. Fresh couldn’t go to school anymore, and Error… Well, Error didn’t need to.

Thinking about it, Geno had been very quiet about it, but Error had looked into his folder a few times. Just out of curiosity. It’d been split into three rounds, something Geno had said was standardized. The first was a test of someone’s basic magic skills, the second were more complex spells which the mage has practice in, and the third, the one that had given Geno the most grief, was the personal spell round. In the last one, there were no restrictions to what someone could do, so long as they had done the work themselves, and that it mostly used magic.

If he was right, and he usually was, then this was the first round. Eliminating those with nothing but a hope and a prayer in their pocket before they got embarrassed before the one looking for the Mage in the first place. In this case, whoever this kingdom’s king even was.

In just a few moments, Error had decided.

This was how he’d prove himself.

The line was already starting to get longer, and he didn’t want to be here until nightfall in a queue. He dusted off his scarf, his shoes, his bag, and set off into the bright sun to secure his place in this contest. No prep. No warning. Just with his raw skill and what he’d learned so far. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Finally.

Error felt like it had been hours in the warm sun before he was finally up next.

He’d been watching, of course. Watching as the people before him were passed or failed. It was just as he’d expected, and he couldn’t help but be a bit giddy as the two green lizard who’d bothered him earlier both failed. Though their dragonish friend had passed, it was still enough of a victory for him.

Along with that, he noticed that the three people sat were all in robes of nobles. Something the wealthy and lofty would think to wear in a blazing hot arena all day. The one standing, though, was wearing all black. A hood was over his head, but Error thought he might be some sort of cat-monster. Very stone faced, very still. The only time Error had seen him move was seemingly to veto whatever choice the other three were making. He thought it was interesting.

That didn’t matter, though.

Based on what he’d seen, these people wouldn’t have any qualms with his magic. He was much better than half the people who’d already been passed, and knew he could keep him calm up on the stage. It’d be just like his entrance exam.

He watched as the monster who’d gone before him, a skeleton who was twice his height and twice as animal-ish, bowed gratefully to the people on the boxes, the evaluators, and exited. She’d passed fairly easily, Error thought. Though, her focus seemed elsewhere based on how shaky the hold on her last flame had been.

“Next!”

The call was shrill, and Error had heard it over a hundred times already today, but this time it bounced in his ears as he lifted himself up the steps and strode onstage.

If he’d thought about it, he would’ve tried to find a place to stache his bag, but it was too late for that, and frankly he didn’t trust it not to get stolen once it was out of his sight. Not with how busy the city seemed.

When he was stood in the center of the stage, he looked out across the way to the evaluators. They seemed closer up here than they did when he was on the ground. Interesting.

“First spell,” The person on the far left called, though Error could tell now that it was a voice projection spell. So they didn’t strain their vocal chords, “ Levitate.”

That was simple. One of the first spells he’d been taught as a kid.

His eyes skimmed briefly, there had been a few props on stage that he only noticed once he was closer that were meant to be used with this sort of spell, but Error wasn’t for that. Instead, he muttered the words under his breath, outstretched a hand, and felt his magic reach out around him. Beyond the stage.

There… There was a barrier of some sorts, pushing back against his magic, between himself and the evaluators. He furrowed his brow and urged his magic forward. He didn’t have to break through it. He just. Had to- His magic felt like it was looping and wriggling like a worm through the dirt, but when it broke through on the other end, it felt so much more clear. He could feel a potent magic there, something raw and wet, like the air before a storm.

That didn’t matter, though. None of it did, because he was on a mission. His magic finally found its target, the stacks of ink bottles which the middle evaluator had just before their parchment. The magic latched on, and Error finally allowed himself a grin as he tugged his hand upwards. They floated calmly into the air, three of them, and did a quick spinning motion, before settling back down just where he’d found them.

He didn’t catch the looks on the threes faces, but he had to imagine they were priceless. He was more focused on letting the spell dissipate and preparing for the next.

It took a moment, before, “Second Spell,” They said, “Create Water.”

Another easy one.

Error held his hand out again, though this time his palm faced the sky rather than the ground. At the mutter of his words, he could feel the water manifesting. Tiny droplets leaking from his fingers and into the air above his open palm, where he let it gather into a nice, easy sphere.

It hovered, and for this one he could see the nods from the three evaluators. The fourth, the cat monster, didn’t move an inch. A good sign.

Error, after a breath, moved the orb of water and simply set it on the stage floor. If he had to release it, he didn’t exactly want to get his clothes wet. That orb tended to shoot outwards when he released it, and the water would go everywhere.

“Third spell,” They must’ve been contented with his simply setting down the water, for they continued, “Flame.”

Ah, one of his favorites. He was never very good at it, of course, but it was certainly very fun. If nothing else it’d be a taste of his raw power.

He rolled up his hanging sleeves, quickly using strands of string to wrap them in place, before he picked back up the water orb in one hand. With the other, he faced his palm toward the side of it, and spoke the words for the flame spell.

The heat gathered in his wrist, and all at once shot out of his palm, like a cannon blast. The heat was intense, and Error laughed quietly to himself in pure elation as the fire did exactly what he was hoping. All at once, his glasses fogged, and a burst of steam blew past his face, off to the exiting side of the stage. He’d evaporated his orb, no longer needing to risk someone seeing him fumble with it and soak himself.

He let the fire die after a few second, and quickly grabbed the hem of his scarf to wipe down his glasses from the fog left behind on their surface.

The moment the red rims were back on the bridge of his nose, the voice spoke up again.

“Name?”

Error cleared his throat, before calling back his name in response. Just the first one, the last one didn’t matter anymore.

There was another few breaths of quiet, before,

“Age?”

Error hadn’t heard them ask anyone else for their age, but he figured they’d noticed. How strong and talented he was at such a young age.

He puffed up his chest when he announced, “Twelve!” to the arena.

There were a few muffled murmurs from the line, but Error was too busy grinning across the way at the evaluators as they seemed to talk amongst themselves.

He was ready to hear the word that would mark him to continue. The next part was tomorrow, after this round was concluded and the king arrived. He’d heard about it in the line while he was waiting.

One of the evaluators lifted their gaze back to him. Opened their mouth.

“Disqualified.”

That.

Huh?

Error must’ve visibly glitched at the response, because one of the evaluators seemed to flinch. Ever so slightly.

“How come?!” Error called back, reservations immediately fleeing his mind.

How could they disqualify him? He hadn’t heard them do that to literally anyone else so far today.

The evaluator on the far right spoke up, “Too young. Now please move off the-”

Error might’ve let his mouth speak before his mind, if he hadn’t seen the way the mysterious cat monster seemed to slink forward. A simple tap to the evaluator’s side and they stopped mid-sentence, attention drawing to the person.

He waited with balled fists. Hoping, against it all, that this person was using his mighty veto powers to get him his passing review.

“The Knight wishes to speak to you further.” They said, when the person, the Knight, took a step back. “Exit the stage.”

Mm.

This was his chance. This was his moment. He was being allowed to move on, he was sure of it. It had to be.

He practically scrambled off the stage and down the steps, and found that the Knight had closed the distance very quickly. He gestured silently for Error to follow him off to the side of the arena, seemingly outside of the voice spell’s range, as the noise of magic and calling for the next viewer seemed all muffled and contained.

Something Error noticed about the guy, now that he was right beside him walking along, was also that he wasn’t a cat monster. No, he had some sort of mask shaped like a cat. Black spots painted on black fur, with piercing white eyelights hidden in the darkness cast by his black hood. A cloth mask covered the lower half of his face, so Error would’ve had no idea what kind of monster he was, if he hadn’t left his hands uncovered. They were grey and grimy, but they were most certainly bones.

The other thing he noticed, was the magic. That damp, airy magic was no-doubt from this guy. It practically enveloped the both of them until they were stood in the shade of the wall separating bleachers from arena floor.

“You said you’re twelve?” He finally asked, shifting on his feet to look at Error.

The last thing he noticed, which only happened once he was able to look past the aura, was that. Well. He was a bit taller than this guy. Not by much, but there was certainly something stark about having to look a bit downwards to meet his eyelights.

“Yes, I am.” He claimed proudly, still convinced this was to be his ride to the top.

The knight seemed to skim him with his eyes. Surely taking in Error’s clothes, his bag, his glasses, the weird bones. Though, it didn’t feel pervasive.

“Impressively strong for a kid,” He praised loosely, “And probably talented in spells if the nerds were any indication.”

His voice was quiet and raspy, but Error had no problem listening to it. This strong and very cool guy who was called a ‘knight’ was praising him. This was much better than getting yelled at by his professors. Much.

“Does that mean I passed?” He asked impatiently.

He needed this. He needed this.

The guy’s eyelights lingered on his face a bit, and it was then that Error finally noticed how virtually unreadable this guy was. Impossibly quiet, posture unmoving, all facial features shrouded in shadow and covered by masks?

“I’m not sure what kingdom you’re from, but you’ve got to understand that the folks up there didn’t say no because you’re bad. They said no because the king made a new decree. “No soul under the age of 16 shall be put to work under the crown.” They’ve gotta take it seriously, just like everyone else has to follow the new rules about their own shops and businesses.” He said evenly, eyelights never leaving Error’s face. “You’re a couple years too early is all.”

It felt like he’d been shoved into a ditch, and he could already feel his right hand starting to tremble with the beginnings of a glitch. He was furious! How could they possibly say no to him because of some stupid rule about his age?

“No!” He exclaimed, trying to bite back the distortion on his voice, “I’m not going to just walk away. If I could just move on to the next round, they’d see I’m different! I’m not some weak little baby!”

He clenched his fists, driving his jittering one forcefully into his pocket.

The knight didn’t even flinch at his declaration.

“They’ve already seen that.” He said easily. “Listen to me. Error, right?”

Error hesitantly nodded.

“Error, ‘m sure that if my Lord saw you in action, he too would agree that you are very strong and resourceful.” The knight said, and Error hated that it sounded earnest. “But, he set that law into place for very good reason. If by any means those folks back there were to let you through, to pass you, and you made it before the king next round? They’d have committed treason, and I’d have their souls on the end of my bone in three seconds flat.”

His voice was hard and serious, and Error held strong as a loud crack echoed out beside the knight. A bone raised from the ground, sharp and jagged on the end, absolutely radiating magic.

“Do you really want their blood on your conscience, just so that you get sent away by the King anyways?” The knight offered.

Error hunched his shoulders a bit, and he felt his static worsen as he let his eyes linger on the bone. Yes. He muttered inside his head. He wanted to scream it at the man before him. Tell him that this was his one golden chance to prove himself.

But to who? He would ask, and Error wouldn’t be able to say it. It’d be a wasted sentiment and wasted time and wasted lives just for his temper tantrum.

“...No.” He bit out meekly.

He stood there, feeling a familiar shame creep up his spine. The knight made no move to leave, though he did let his bone disappear. The ground looked untouched from where it had split out of. Just more sand. Sand that was getting into Error’s bones. That he’d have to clean out later. Swinging in his hammock, lonely and moping.

“Heh,” The chuckle was almost inaudible, and Error was almost ready to let his distress turn back into rage, but, “Better kid than I was.” The Knight mused into the open air.

He seemed to shift his stance again, and Error took a half step back.

“You’ve got your life ahead of you, kid. Don’t let this keep you down. Take the road less traveled by or whatever.” He said then, waving a hand loosely before him.

Error stared at him, trying to even his breath, before he had an idea.

“The other two rounds will be here, right?” He asked, voice still harshly stuttering and screeching. The Knight seemed unbothered.

“Yeah. Planning on sticking around to watch?” The knight questioned, though it felt more like a warning.

Error nodded in agreement without hesitation. “If these geezers can get the job, I need to see what kind of tricks they have up their sleeves.” He agreed.

That earned another little chuckle, before the knight looked back to the stage.

Up in the center was a new mage, a human who seemed to be making a pretty wild wind that was whipping the sand around, bothering the people in line behind him. Error heard the knight make a scoffing noise, before turning back towards the stage.

“Go hang around somewhere else for a while, why don’t you? I have to go make sure those nerds don’t pass that guy.”

Error didn’t even get to say a farewell before the Knight was off.

It seemed like every stride he teleported a bit further, building speed until he stopped cleanly up on the pedestal. Just in time for the sandstorm to die down.

Error didn’t want to walk away from this, he didn’t, but staying would only waste his time. It only took a few more seconds, to watch the knight nudge the evaluator and hear the muffled call of ‘fail’ ring out across the arena before he was turning tail and moving out of the sandy paradise, back into the bustle of the living city.

It was impossible to miss it. The sounds of celebration as the monarch entered the town.

Error could see the royal carriage from his perch, an old temple tower that had at some point lost its bell. It seemed untouched, birds nests and cobwebs, so he’d set up a hammock and a little makeshift shelter inside using his strings just before night fell.

He’d snatched some food from the town as dusk was setting in, and he’d been comfortably whittling away the dark hours, working hard on his plan.

With the King officially in town, that meant the second round would be starting up shortly, taking the numbers of who would be in the third round down by hundreds. He hoped the king was stingy about it. He hoped that dragonish monster would stumble on his spell and turn someone into a frog.

The thought humored him, and he cackled quietly to himself from his makeshift room.

The sun was high again, and he was only a part of the way through. His spells required a lot of his magic to be woven into them, and while it was much much faster than what he’d heard was the usual, it was still difficult to make.

Weaving the blue strings from his sockets, to his fingers, around his fingertips, and into the shapes he needed. It was monotonous, and boring by all accounts, but with every strand there was a new flow of power. A new pump of adrenaline into Error’s soul as he recognized his creation becoming more potent. Intent, intent, intent, every loop and knot was filled to the brim with it. His frustration sat at the core. Much more volatile and destructive than his usual intent, but it would serve him well if he wanted this plan to go well. Around it was his determination. The strings woven in with a sense of stubbornness which refused to let go, like a snake swallowing its prey whole. This would compress the first layer into a proper state. Let it coil and coil and coil until it burst. It’d be big, and loud, and send out that message he so desperately needed to be heard by the king.

Skipping the second round would probably hurt him in the long run, but… That knight had said he’d have to kill those people if he showed his face in round two. So, he’d just appear in round three instead, and make up for missing the second one. A final act, of sorts.

He’d have to be at this all day to make the time crunch. The orb was hardly as big as his palm, not nearly big enough. Though, he had wasted time making the shelter and finding food. He’d just have to skip a couple meals to make up for it. He didn’t really need to eat that much anyways, he’d known that for years. He just tried to make an effort when he smelled something tasty.

He knew he could manage.

It was late in the night when Error finally started on the outer layers. Those which would be filled with his patience, so that the potent insides would not be sensed as he moved with it among the many magic users.

The town had begun to line the streets with torches and party as the stars arrived. No doubt celebrating those who would be at the third and final round tomorrow. The ones who would be competing to become the new Royal Mage.

To Error? Every single moment down there was dedicated to him. They just didn’t know it yet.

The morning came, and Error only had a few more layers.

By the time the sun was almost in the center of the sky above, he had finished it, and carefully tucked it into his backpack. He unraveled the strings and carefully wrapped them, shaping them, changing them into a thin net with long ends. This was shoved into his jacket sleeve, the ends clutched tight in his hand.

It took him hardly any time at all to get to the arena, and he was early.

Good.

He settled himself up in the stands, as close to the stage as he could get. Many people seemed to be staying outside the arena, sticking to the streets, but there was still enough of a crowd in the bleachers that Error had to be careful as he worked his way along the edges. He needed to be closer. Closer…

There.

He stood at the railing behind the stage.

From here, he could see the line to the left, and he could see the people who had finished lingering on the other side. None of them spoke to each other, only standing about, icily, waiting for the rest to finish so they’d know which of them was chosen, and who was not. Error had to imagine that these folks were just as lame and boring as the seniors from his old academy. No fun at all.

He waited, so, so patiently, for the next few people. The last few.

Though he couldn’t see the spells themselves, he could certainly feel the pressure coming off of them. The control that they’d need to balance it. How much it might’ve drained their energy to do it just once. He was attuned to that sort of thing, he had to be.

His assessment was that all of these last few folks weren’t bad, but they were no match for Error’s raw talent.

Each spell cast seemed to tick away at Error’s patience, until it finally happened. The last mage went on-stage. It seemed there had been 15 of them.

He’d have to make 16, then.

It felt like a blur as he jumped the rails and let his strings carry him across the open space, much to the shock of the few who had been watching the competitors from around him. The blue lines snatched at the wooden supports of the stage, and he swung right over top, landing a bit messily in the center of the stage.

He didn’t have time to look at everything. All he knew was the crowd was much larger than last time, that there was a shout of ‘Hey!’’ from somewhere to his left, and that the box across from the stage now held only three people. Monsters. One Error recognized, the knight in shadows who’d spoken to him. The other two he didn’t know, but he had to assume the one in the middle, tall and imposing, and dark, with an eyelight the same colors as the tapestries, was the King he was looking to impress. That was all he needed to know.

“M’lord, my name is Error!” He called out across the sand, and in one motion he shrugged the bag off his shoulders and used his strings to tug the orb out of its canvas body. “I want to prove that I’m more capable than any of the adults who just went before me! I could be your mage!” He would be the mage.

The orb sat cradled in Error’s hand for only the briefest moment, before it was inside the little net he’d made. He swung it in circles. Again. Again. Again.

He had to be fast. He had to do this quick.

Error spent one last moment, extending his reach through his strings, muttering words and igniting an intangible spark.

For a brief moment, he watched as the King seemed to ease forward. A hand now raised, seemingly calling off his knights, who had been almost in motion.

He released the orb directly upwards, momentum carrying it up.

Up.

Into the blue sky. Practically into the sun.

Error watched it rise above him.

Only.

“Shit.”

His calculations must’ve been off. He must’ve added a layer too many, or maybe he released it a swing too soon. But he could tell that it wouldn’t clear the top of the arena.

Maybe if he had a few more seconds he could’ve used strings to boost it. He could’ve sent a magic gust to lift it further.

Not the case.

He watched as the orb detonated, just like it was supposed to.

The wave moved horizontally through the air, and swept across the air above the arena so quickly that it sucked the sand from the top layer and threw it against the tall walls. Error’s footing slipped, and he stumbled to his knees on the stage as the wind whipped and tugged the heavy curtains into the air current as well.

It was an almost invisible force, Error had to imagine anyone without a solid grasp of magic would entirely miss it as it spread out.

He winced as it finally reached the edges of the arena, where he had just barely managed to fall short of clearing.

As the magic passed over the stone and mortar, he saw as it fell. Not in chunks, but crumbled like dust into fine particles. The upper half of every arch at the top of the grand amphitheatre, turned pitch black, then wasted away.

He hadn’t meant for it to come in contact with anything. It wasn’t supposed to do anything but harmlessly wave over everyone’s heads. As a show of his strength. That was all.

Error could only think back to when this had happened before. When he’d accidentally exploded Geno’s favorite mug while metering the strength of his strings. When he’d broken the wheel of a carriage passing through the woods with a wayward slingshot blast. When he’d broken all ten of the large windows in the lecture hall of the academy when he failed to complete a spell the way it was written. When he’d done it too well.

As he rose to his feet, he half expected the nagging voice of his older brother to be there, chastising him for not being more careful, before taking him home and making him dinner.

It wasn’t that, though.

He watched out across the sand. The king had his head tilted only slightly, looking up at Error’s lofty mistake. At the clean cut where stone now met unbothered air. His knight, the one in all black, was leaned ever so slightly towards him. They must’ve been speaking. Or, at least, the knight was.

About Error, he had no doubt.

He stayed in place, watching, swaying a bit with the residual force of his own spell lingering in his fingertips. Every instinct which told him to run and to hide were smothered and stamped out by the ligering fact that he had nowhere to go. Without his brothers, there was no one to help him. He knew it.

Even in front of this crowd. These mages. This King and his knights. He couldn’t bring himself to move offstage. Some part of him, deep down, childishly wanted the King to announce that he was impressed. To parade him offstage and let him experience what Geno had. Let him know why Geno left.

The King’s single eyelight swam back over to look at Error in the silence.

Error felt like the world had stopped.

It hadn’t.

There was a clattering of armor and rustling of fabric, suddenly loud in his ears, and he had no time to react as everything came rushing in all at once.

Hands. Heavy, gloved hands. Two sets, two hands each wrapped one of his upper arms, and immediately lifted him off the ground. Into the air.

Pain flooded into his bones from his soul, like twin lightning strikes, trying to singe the bone and the magic in its core. The pressure wasn’t much, his mind knew that, but his body usually didn’t listen to him. He tried desperately to hold it in. The rampant part of his magic that had been hurting him since he could remember. That made it hard to touch anyone. To shake hands. To hug his brothers.

“Let go!” He pleaded, though he wasn’t sure if his voice made any sense. Fresh always told him they couldn’t tell what he was saying when his voice got too bad.

More pain. He kicked his legs at the open air, and tried to muster control over his strings, just for a moment, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t focus.

And all at once it stopped.

Error’s feet were on the ground again, though that promptly became his knees again as he swayed and wavered in the sudden aftermath of his active magic dying down. Receding back into his soul. Because it didn’t need to ‘protect’ him anymore.

He spotted then, as his vision returned to something aside from the gloves or the sky, that the King was no longer in his throne. In fact, there was a heavy, encompassing, magical weight behind him now. Somewhere very, very close-by.

He took a deep breath, grounding himself.

“We are taking a recess.” Announced a booming voice. Very nearby. It was deep, and felt almost the same as the projection spell from two days prior. Then, more quietly, “You will leave the boy to me. Go ensure no one was injured, then manage the crowd. I’ll make my choice tomorrow at sunrise.”

The second bit felt quieter, an edge to the tone that Error didn’t quite like. Considering he must be the boy in question.

It was a moment, a few muddled ‘Yes, my king’ s, before Error found a pair of boots stepping before him. His head swam as he looked upwards.

The King, he figured that had to be him, was dark. Very dark. Like a living, dripping, shadow. Magic seemed to be all he was made of, an aura radiating from him. Dripping off his back into long slimy worms, twitching as they sat near the ground. He wore a fancy cape, too. One with huge gold clasps on his shoulders, one was shaped like the moon.

Error looked to his face last. In hindsight, something that could’ve been very, very bad. He was met with a dripping face. Skeletal. The place where his right socket should’ve sat was covered in that dark substance. The other hollow, with that bright cyan orb staring right back at him.

“Can you stand?” His voice came easily, and Error braced himself.

Could he?

He had to, he didn’t want to be touched again.

Error took another breath, and managed to rise silently to his feet.

“Good,” the King said once he was standing, “Follow me.”

It was an order he didn’t dare refuse.

Error found himself in an odd position.

He’d been given time to sit and recover from his magic’s outlash, and now he was sat in a room beneath the bleachers of the arena alongside the King and that knight he’d met before. The other one was guarding the door, he thought.

It’d been silent for a while, and it was almost expected when the silence was finally broken.

“You said your name is Error, correct?” The King asked, and Error gave a nod of yes. He forced himself to meet the King’s gaze.

“Dust says that you’re only 12, and our people disqualified you in the first round. Is that right?”

Error nodded again.

“And Dust even explained to you why you were disqualified?”

Another nod. It seemed he’d at least made an impression on the knight. Dust.

The King tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, eyelight holding Error’s tightly.

“Then, I’ll ask, what brought you to think this was a good choice? To try and become Royal Mage above any cost it might bring?” The king asked, and Error was surprised to find it was a shockingly gentle tone. “Your home, your family, your life. You are so young, why put it all on the line like this?”

Oh.

It was almost funny. Was this whole thing because the king was some sort of charitycase? So disillusioned by his perfect life that he couldn’t even think of the hardships any random kid could go through? He almost grinned at that, barely keeping his mouth from twitching in a mix of frustration and humor.

“I wanted to prove myself,” He muttered, “And besides, becoming the Royal Mage would be great.”

He waited, waited for the King to inhale, to say something, before,

“I’m an orphan.” He spat, finally. “Family abandoned me, house is left behind, expelled from school. I don’t want to keep wandering.”

It was basically the truth. This was his big break. His one last chance before he became a hated little vagabond. Maybe even a criminal. Maybe he’d have to go on the run for the rest of his life, live as a nomad. Join a caravan. Those people got stopped a lot though, kingdoms didn’t like them. He’d probably explode some city’s bakery by mistake and get put in jail for-

“Wait!” Error suddenly exclaimed, breaking free of his thoughts, “Am I in trouble? Am I going to jail??” He asked then.

His worries slammed to a grinding halt and he stared wide-eyed at the two before him. Geno had always told him not to go making his big stuff near town, because if the guard caught him he wouldn’t be able to bail him out. He’d end up in jail. Of course, it’d never happened back then because he was always fast enough. Always smart enough to get out of dodge when he broke something or made poor decisions. Here? Here he hadn’t run when he had the chance.

The King stared at him, his one eyelight nearly mirroring Error’s in surprise at the question.

“I mean,” he started, “You’re young. If I wont let you work for me, I wouldn’t dare put you in prison either.” The King stated, “Though, you did do quite a bit of damage to the theatre.”

Error watched him break eye contact finally and look over his shoulder to the Knight stood there. He’d been silently watching Error too.

When he had no insight, The king seemed to heave a sigh, and the shadowy extra limbs which draped around him twitched.

“You’re sure you have no family? No home?” the King asked him again, and Error nodded.

The king muttered something under his breath, and shot the Knight another look. The knight shrugged.

“I… Will not employ you. Though, I do see talent in you, Error.” the King said carefully, a bit slower in his words than he had been up until now. Almost… unsure. “I will, however, extend to you the title so that you may conduct…” He waved a hand before himself, as though searching for a word, “ You may conduct independent research. If you accept, of course.”

“You would be free to resend your acceptance at any moment, no strings attached, and may take any work you complete along with you, and any pay you receive would be given to you after your 16th birthday, if you stay that long.” He added, “I’ll have to rewrite the contract, but-”

“I accept!”

Error couldn’t help himself. He was so excited he could puke. The last thing he’d expected was to pull this off. This shitshow of a scheme actually got him the job? He could scream. He could jump up and down for joy. He didn’t, he sat eagerly and tense in his seat instead, but he could’ve.

The King seemed to hesitate, for a few breaths, before relaxing. He stood, and offered a hand out slowly to Error.

Error stood too, grinning. He could manage this one. He could do it.

It was brief, but he grasped the King’s hand and shook it firmly.

“Dust, will you help Error locate his belongings, and escort him to wherever he is staying tonight? I’ll send Cross to swap with you a bit later. We’ll reconvene in the morning just before sunrise.”

#new age au #just realized I'm rbing from myself so please don't mind the extra tag lol-

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thecreaturecodex · 4 years ago

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Kyton, Precentor

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[Commissioned by @coldbloodassassin. The precentor is the one new kyton/velstrac in PF2e so far, and I quite like the concept. Unfortunately, the mechanics are even more complicated than the usual PF2e mold, inflicting multiple stacking status effects and making use of the “doomed” mechanic, which is possibly the most pointless status condition in the game. My version of the precentor still is complicated compared to, say, a 5e monster, but simplifies things immensely. The torturous touch mechanics are drawn from the howling agony spell.]

Kyton, Precentor CR 16 LE Outsider (extraplanar) This humanoid creature is partially flayed, with its skin hanging off of it in sheets. Some places have been cut down to the naked bone. They have leather thongs strapped to their body in a variety of areas, which wriggle and writhe as if they were themselves alive.

Precentor kytons are the historians and storytellers of the kyton courts. They keep in their memory lengthy sagas of misery and woe, the best ways to torture a creature based on their cultural experiences, and of especially memorable fates. If a kyton threatens a foe with the epithet “your suffering will be legendary,” it is the precentors that keep that legend alive.

A precentor is a showy combatant, dancing through the battlefield in order to inflict its torturous touch on as many creatures as possible. Those that succumb to this pain may think that screaming will provide some relief, but this puts them at risk of becoming locked into a choir of screams, providing what to the kytons is soothing background music for their battle. The gaze of a precentor causes other creatures to feel as if their own skin is tearing away, sending them into fits of temporary violent madness.

A precentor stands as tall as a human, but weigh somewhat less due to their missing skin and muscle in places. The first tendrils of leather that lash from their bodies are made from their own skin, removed during their conversion into a kyton. Most precentors add more as they accumulate victims.

Precentor CR 16 XP 76,800 LE Medium outsider (evil, extraplanar, kyton, lawful) Init +7; Senses deathwatch, darkvision 60 ft., Perception +27, true seeing Defense AC 32, touch 18, flat-footed 24 (+7 Dex, +1 dodge, +14 natural) hp 220 (21d10+105); regeneration 10 (good or silver) Fort +13, Ref +19, Will +18; +4 vs. bardic performance, sonic and language-dependent effects, +8 vs. mind-influencing effects DR 15/good or silver; Immune cold; SR 27 Defensive Abilities well-versed Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee 2 claws +27 (2d10+6 plus bleed), 2 touches +25 (torturous touch) Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (10 ft. with torturous touch) Special Attacks bleed (2d10), choir of screams, unnerving gaze Spell-like Abilities CL 16th, concentration +24 (+28 casting defensively) Constant—deathwatch, mind blank, true seeing At will—detect magic, mind thrust V (DC 23), plane shift (self only, Material or Shadow Plane only), synesthesia (DC 21) 3/day—quickened fly, greater shout (DC 26), mass inflict serious wounds (DC 25), mass synesthesia (DC 25) 1/day—wail of the banshee (DC 27) Statistics Str 22, Dex 25, Con 19, Int 22, Wis 23, Cha 26 Base Atk +21; CMB +27; CMD 35 Feats Combat Casting, Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Great Fortitude, Improved Critical (claw), Mobility, Multiattack, Power Attack, Quicken SLA (fly), Spring Attack, Toughness Skills Acrobatics +28, Bluff +29, Climb +24, Diplomacy +26, Intimidate +29, Knowledge (arcana, history) +24, Knowledge (planes, religion) +27, Perception +27, Perform (any one) +29, Spellcraft +24, Stealth +28, Swim +24 Languages Common, Infernal, Shadowtongue Ecology Environment any land or underground (Shadow Plane) Organization solitary or concert (2-5) Treasure standard Special Abilities Choir of Screams (Su) Any creature within 100 feet of a precentor that chooses to scream in order to relieve the pain of a precentor’s tortuous touch must succeed a DC 26 Will save or be dazed, taking no action but screaming. A precentor can use any creature in its choir of screams as the origin point for any of its spell-like abilities. A creature in the choir of screams can attempt a new DC 26 Will save every turn to act normally. This effect can last indefinitely as long as the creature continues to fail Will saves, extending past the effects of the torturous touch. A creature that succeeds the initial save cannot be added to that precentor’s choir of screams for the next 24 hours. This is a mind-influencing, fear effect. The save DC is Charisma based. Torturous Touch (Su) A creature struck by a precentor’s touch attack must succeed a DC 24 Fortitude save or be wracked with incredible pain for 1 minute. Because of the pain, affected creatures take a –2 penalty to AC, attacks, melee damage rolls, and Reflex saving throws, and must succeed at a DC 24 concentration check to cast spells. However, if an affected creature spends a move action screaming as loudly as possible, it can act without any other penalties for the remainder of its turn. "Screaming," for the purposes of this effect includes any vocalization of pain or its telepathic equivalent; creatures that cannot scream (such as creatures without the natural ability to communicate or vocalize) suffer the full effect of the spell. This is a pain effect, and the save DC is Constitution based. Unnerving Gaze (Su) Range 30 ft.; save Will DC 26; effect confused 1 round. The save DC is Charisma based. Well Versed (Ex) A precentor gains a +4 bonus on all saving throws against bardic performance, language-dependent or sonic effects.

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quicksilversquared · 5 years ago

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Quicker than a Hare

After finding out that she's destined to become a superhero, Alix decides that there's absolutely no way that she's just going to sit around, twiddle her thumbs, and wait. No, to become fully kickass, she needs to step things up.

Some people get thrust into the role of superhero. Others...well, others train the entire way there.

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All her life, Alix had been short. Like, really short. All-of-her-classmates-were-taller-than-her short. That short.

It was frustrating. Her dad was tall, her brother was tall, and her mom was- well, her mom was normal-sized, at least. Add in the fact that all of her classmates were taller and bigger than she was, and her parents soon ended up with a little ball of fire on their hands.

Alix might be small, but she was going to be fierce. Even if the other kids were taller, she was going to be faster. Even if they were bigger, she was going to be stronger. And if they tried to tease her, well...

One very nice thing about being as short and petite as she was was that whenever she got her revenge for a mean comment (or a push, or any other teasing) and the other kid went crying to their mommies, their moms took one look at her, looked at their kid, and almost immediately decided that their child was exaggerating or just straight-up not telling the truth, because there was no way that their oversized kid could get tripped up by a tiny slip of a girl. So while it was maybe a little insulting- she could totally trip them up, after all- Alix (almost) never got in trouble. And she liked that.

...it didn't entirely make up for her distinct lack of height, but it was better than being short and in trouble.

As she got older, Alix pestered her parents into letting her do some proper training. Dashes up and down the hallway outside of her daddy's office and lifting heavy boxes turned into running laps at a gym and even doing some proper weights there, plus doing sprints on her roller blades, some serious lap-swimming during the summer, and even some self-defense classes when she had time, just to get some actual fighting practice in. She was going to be tiny but mighty, darn it, even if it was hard work.

People had stopped underestimating her. It had taken a while and a whole lot of work, but now the only people who teased Alix were her friends and it was all done in good fun.

Still, her training wasn't exactly serious (and it wasn't so much training as just keeping in shape and learning what to do in case she was ever in a bad situation, really). The self-defense classes were useful and practical, sure, but Alix had mostly been pushing herself to the top so that no one could push her around.

And then Hawkmoth appeared, and they were dealing with supervillains in the streets every few days.

Alix got a bit more serious with her self-defense classes then. Not that it would do any good against a superpowered akuma victim, exactly, but, well... Alix hated feeling helpless. She hated feeling like she couldn't do anything. So she trained.

As it turned out, her training was very useful against civilians who had been hit by an akuma villain's powers and were trying to attack random (or not-random) passerbys. She could flip those people out of her way and actually have a decent chance of escape, and it was a hell of a lot better than sitting and screaming like Chloe did whenever an akuma (rightfully) went after her.

And then. And then.

One akuma attacked, and Alix's mind was blown. At some point, she was going to become a Miraculous holder. She was going to become cool. She was going to become badass.

(She was going to become tall. Well. Taller. No longer ridiculously short. An acceptable adult height instead of being so short that she could pass under the noses of most adults unnoticed.)

To get there, she had to up her training and become properly serious about it. She had a purpose now. A goal.

And so Alix planned.

She had taken most of the basic self-defense classes now, ones that were just a handful of sessions, so maybe she should take up some kind of martial art or something. Adrien had once offered to teach people the basics of fencing, if they were interested; considering that her weapon-to-be was an umbrella, maybe it was time she took him up on that. And Alix had overheard Nino and Alya talking about their parkour dates, so maybe they could teach her, too. It would be useful training for a superhero-to-be, probably, and she wanted to be ready when Ladybug came around to give her the Rabbit Miraculous.

And so she did.

Karate started too slow for Alix's tastes, starting from the very baby basics. Fencing with Adrien was- well, she picked up a couple moves, but there were far too many rules for Alix to remember, let alone remember in time to not break them. And as for the parkour...

Well. Alix was sure that in their heads, Nino and Alya probably thought that they looked super-cool. It did not translate to real life.

(Barrel rolls across tables and not-quite-completed cartwheels did not parkour make, no matter how many time Nino and Alya referred to it as such.)

That kind of left Alix- well, not exactly on square one, considering that she was still taking karate and surely it would get to the interesting bits soon, plus Adrien seemed fine with teaching her fencing moves even with the understanding that she wasn't actually ever going to become a fencer. But it left her feeling restless still, trying her best to be ready for the responsibility that she was going to get.

At some point. She hadn't managed to interrogate her future self about when she would get the Miraculous. But given how good of a fighter she had been (facing off with a dinosaur! Only Ladybug had been able to do that before, and hers hadn't even been a real dinosaur, just an akuma), she had had the Miraculous for at least a few years. And considering how tall she was and all...

Well, the akuma had probably come from a good ten years out, Alix figured. So sometime between now and when she was 25...

That was a very long way away, and Alix had never been a very patient person.

Out of ideas for the time being, Alix went to Ladybug and Chat Noir. They were the established superheroes, after all, so they probably had training or something that they did in their spare time. They probably couldn't share too much because of the whole secret identity thing, but maybe they could point her in the right direction.

"Actually...I don't train."

Alix's jaw was on the ground, she was sure of it. "You don't?"

Ladybug shook her head, glancing over at Chat Noir. "It's a good idea, I admit, but I already don't have any free time and I end up missing stuff with my friends, or at school, and then I have to make stuff up to keep up. Maybe I'd try during the summer, but, well..."

"It's just one more thing," Chat Noir agreed. "Plus the suits definitely give a boost, both in just baseline abilities and fighting ability. Like, look at Queen Bee, and then look at Chloe-"

Alix wrinkled her nose. Now that she thought about it- yeah, that was weird, now that she thought about it. Chloe definitely didn't do any sort of fight training (cosplaying running around the Grand Paris aside), and yet she wasn't completely terrible at it when she was involved in akuma attacks. "So you're saying that there's no point?"

"I'm sure that it helps," Ladybug said quickly. "Like I said, a Miraculous enhances your abilities. So since you have the time to train, it definitely wouldn't hurt. Then you'll be ready to jump right in when it's time."

Alix narrowed her eyes. Had that been a rabbit joke that she had just heard? Already?

"And eat lots of carrots, so that you'll grow tall," Chat Noir chimed in, and this time Alix did glare. Ladybug stomped on his foot with a reproachful look, and Chat Noir actually had the audacity to look confused.

"They say that in Russia!" Chat Noir claimed, dancing out of the way of Ladybug's hit. "It has nothing to do with that Miraculous, I swear!"

"Uh-huh, because that sounds really likely," Alix shot back, smirking when Ladybug's yo-yo, tossed into the air, came down right on top of Chat Noir's head. He yelped and whined. "Just admit it, you're already working on storing up a whole boatload of puns for once I do get the Miraculous."

"Well, not a boatload, maybe, but a bushelful, perhaps?"

"Chat Noir!"

Alix was looking forward to their team-up already.

Several years later

Alix wiped the sweat off of her forehead as she watched Kim start his run through the demanding obstacle course. It hadn't been super difficult- sure, her arms felt a little wobbly right now, but that was fine- which meant that all of her years of training were paying off.

Which meant that she was going to kick major butt once she became Bunnyx. Which- well, she was eighteen now. So that meant that surely it would be happening soon, right?

"Nice run, Alix," Adrien told her, appearing suddenly at her side. He grinned at her scowl. He knew that she hated it when he popped up like that, but he insisted on doing it anyway. If it weren't for the fact that Gabriel Agreste would actually have her shipped off and killed for doing it, Alix would have practiced some of her self-defense techniques on his sneaky ass. "You looked like it was barely any work at all!"

"Are you doing a run?" Alix asked, already anticipating the answer. Some of her former classmates (and even some new university friends) sometimes tagged along to her gym to watch her run the course, but only Kim had ever joined her. "It's loads of fun."

"You just want to see me fall on my butt," Adrien said with a laugh, but his look had turned considering as he watched Kim struggle up the salmon ladder. Alix smirked at how red Kim's face was. She had the advantage there, with not having anywhere near as much mass as Kim did.

Kim might have bulging muscles- he certainly flaunted them enough- but they were more of the showy kind instead of the useful sort that Alix had built up. Besides, that ladder took some serious core strength, which...

Yeah, Kim definitely went for show over usefulness.

"I might try it," Adrien said, pulling Alix out of her thoughts. "I mean, I'll probably fail spectacularly, but it looked super cool when you were doing it."

"Yeah, after several dozen run-throughs when I looked distinctly less cool." Alix winced as she remembered her first few months at the gym that Jalil had found for her. It had been a fantastic challenge, if perhaps a little frustrating. "It helps that I can actually reach stuff now."

A small smile played along the corners of Adrien's mouth. "So you had been doing a lot of jumping before that, then?"

"I- yes, a bit," Alix said suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at Adrien's emphasis. "If that's another short joke, Adrien- just because you're ridiculously tall doesn't mean that I can't kick your butt. I'm perfectly normal-sized. I'm taller than Nathaniel, for goodness' sake. And Max is the same height as I am."

"No, no, not at all!" Adrien claimed, his wide grin absolutely full of trouble. "I would never!"

"I'm going to tell Marinette."

Adrien's grin vanished at once. "No, no, there's no need for that!"

Alix snorted. Ever since Adrien and Marinette had started dating several months prior, all she needed to do to get Adrien to straighten up when he decided to go jokester and tease her about her height was to mention his girlfriend. Why it worked so well, Alix didn't know- after all, Marinette wouldn't hurt a fly, and she certainly wouldn't hurt Adrien- but Alix appreciated it.

Now that Adrien was more relaxed around them, he could get to be a little too energetic for her at times. Not normally- normally Alix could take him on, no problem- but she was a little tired after two obstacle course run-throughs, and she still had at least one more to go before she could call it a day.

Across the gym, Kim yelped as he missed his next hook and he tumbled back down to the floor. Adrien winced as he watched. Alix smirked.

"Rethinking trying out the course?"

"No, I wanna try," Adrien insisted. "I might need some coaching to get across some of these, but it looks like good training, and potentially fun, too."

"It's fun in the same way that any workout that isn't boring is fun," Alix said with a shrug. "You sweat, you ache, you get to feel a sense of accomplishment for getting over stuff- that bit's the best part, actually."

"Like I said: fun." Adrien watched Kim attempting the ladder again. "Better than the workouts that my personal trainer insists on. That's all weight-lifting and treadmill."

Alix made a face. "Ugh. No fun at all. D'you get to get out of that stuff when you do other workouts?"

Adrien shrugged. "I mean, if I log it and present it, yeah. If I do a bunch of basketball or fencing one week, I don't have to do treadmill."

"And all to get that pretty-pretty body to go with that pretty-pretty face," Alix teased, even as she started jogging in place so that she wouldn't get cold and stiff before she could properly finish her workout. She had made that mistake before, and she was not going to let it happen again. "I'm sure Marinette appreciates your efforts, though."

Adrien laughed at that. "You say that as though Marinette doesn't work out next to me all the time. I'm sure she would appreciate mixing it up a bit."

Alix hadn't known that. She hadn't pegged Marinette as the kind of person who would do serious workouts like the kind that Adrien had to do for modeling. "Cool. Okay, so, for this course, there are a couple different routes that you can take to get from one side to the other, all in varying levels of difficulty and working on different strengths. I like hitting as many things as I can, just for difficulty's sake and to make my route a little longer, but to start I would recommend not doing that." She glanced over at Kim struggling again and snorted. "And yet no matter how many times I tell Kim that, he insists on trying to keep up with me by doing the full route."

"I kinda want to try, just to see how far I can get before my arms are too weak to continue," Adrien commented, eyes narrowing thoughtfully at the course. "Do we have to wait for Kim to get past the ladder?"

Alix snorted. "If we waited, we would be here all day. It's his arch-nemesis, I swear. We can just skip it this time. If we wait any longer, I'll be all cooled off and I'd rather not have that happen." She started bouncing up and down, arms swinging as she warmed them back up and considered how they were going to tackle the course. "Okay, normally I time myself just for an extra challenge and to see how much improvement I've made, but maybe this time I'll do an obstacle so you can see how to do it, and then you follow."

"Sounds good."

"All right, model boy. Let's see how you do."

Alix led the way to the start of the course, a rock-climbing wall. The gym staff changed up the handholds pretty much every day, so she had the additional challenge of figuring out a new path every day. Still, it wasn't hard to scramble up, reaching and stretching as she went. She reached the top and glanced down, startling when she spotted Adrien literally right behind her.

"I have a climbing wall at home," Adrien said with a cheeky grin as he pulled himself over the upper lip. "Easy as pie."

Alix narrowed her eyes.

Adrien didn't even break a sweat as they headed across the next several obstacles, keeping up with Alix easily. He nearly tipped off on the wobbling platforms, but caught himself and continued with a cheeky grin.

He had good balance and upper body strength, Alix had to give him that. She hadn't thought that typical gym floor workouts would help that much- like Kim's, they were usually geared more for getting muscles that were for show than for use- but maybe the fencing and everything else helped branch out from that.

Alix dove into the rope maze next, her compact body giving her an advantage as she wove and duck over Adrien's longer limbs. She heard a grunt and a grumble from behind her as Adrien tried to trace her path and failed, and a competitive grin spread over Alix's face.

Model boy had gotten cocky, and now he actually had to struggle.

By the time they reached the end, Adrien was just as out of breath as she was- maybe a little more- and he had had to repeat a couple stages when he fell off an obstacle, and there had been a few obstacles that he had really struggled across, taking far longer than Alix had. But he had completed the course. The entire thing. On the first time.

(So. Annoying. Alix had worked really hard to get to that level, and now Agreste was managing it just fine? Ugh.)

(At least it wasn't completely out of nowhere. Adrien had to work out a fair bit to keep up with the other professional male models, and he had focused on more lean muscle than bulk, which- well, apparently that translated to more useful muscle. And at least he had only been able to manage it through the one time, whereas Alix had gone through four times before being done for the day. And he had had to repeat some stuff after falling off, whereas she had been pretty much flawless.)

"I am going to be so sore tomorrow," Adrien said cheerfully as he and Alix finally headed away from the course, towards the locker rooms. "Worth it, though. I think I'll be coming back for sure. I gotta get to your level."

"You can try," Alix tossed back, grinning. "What you see is years of practice, dude."

Adrien grinned eagerly. "I look forward to it."

Alix smirked as she headed into the women's locker room. Adrien had said that he was going to be sore tomorrow, but if her suspicions were correct- and largely based on how she had felt after both her first time and the times when she had been on vacation for a week or two and then came back and resumed training- he was going to be stiffer than a board. He had no idea what he was in for.

She could feel some soreness coming on, too, but Alix didn't let that bother her as she showered and quickly changed into clothes that weren't soaked in sweat. She couldn't let it bother her. After all, while her superhero-prep workout was an important part of her day, it wasn't the only thing that she had to worry about.

Sighing, Alix left the gym and headed across the city towards her university library to study, hair still wet from her quick shower. She didn't exactly enjoy studying- she never had- but she had to get her degree, and it was a necessary evil while she waited to get her Miraculous.

...And Alix supposed that even superheroes had to have paying jobs, too.

Alix was in the middle of taking care of the newest part of her sleeve tattoo when the news of Hawkmoth's defeat broke. She stopped what she was doing right away and turned to the TV in her family's living room, frowning at the rolling announcement at the bottoms of the screen.

Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth. Nathalie Sancoeur was Mayura. The top dome of the mansion plus part of the upper story had been destroyed in the battle of supervillains vs. superheroes. No other staff or family members were hurt, though Mr. Agreste was in critical condition and Mrs. Agreste had been found in what looked like a magical coma and had been brought to an expert. The supervillains were defeated by a team of superheroes, though Ladybug and Chat Noir were responsible for taking down the main supervillain. No one else knew about Mr. Agreste and Ms. Sancoeur's supervillain activities.

Thankfully. Alix would have questioned her entire life if Adrien had known about his father being a supervillain and hadn't done anything about it.

Even though it was obviously great news for Paris, Alix couldn't help but be disappointed. She had never gotten her Miraculous, the Miraculous that she had been looking forward to so much- that she had been anticipating so much. Maybe the future wasn't set in stone after all, and she got her hopes up for nothing.

She didn't fully understand how the timeline was meant to work out with the whole Timetagger battle now, but maybe it was just one of those strange time things. Something that she might have understood if she had gotten Fluff and the Miraculous, but now...

It was just a dream.

At least she was still cool and taller than she had been, Alix told herself as she returned her attention to her tattoo. She could probably enter some TV contests with courses like she was training on and make some use of her training, or maybe she would dabble in being a stunt double for movies. She didn't need a Miraculous to be awesome.

(But she had really looked forward to seeing dinosaurs, just for historical interest reasons. And general curiosity reasons. And because she felt like it reasons.)

Alix couldn't help being downcast for the entirety of the next day, though. She had been so close...

But at least there wouldn't be any more akuma attacks in Paris. Alix had to remember that.

And then Ladybug and Chat Noir showed up at Alix's window thirty-one hours after Hawkmoth's defeat, stress written across their faces.

"You two have long faces for people who just defeated their arch-enemy," Alix commented, letting them in. Was it a little weird that they knew where she lived, right down to the window? Yes. But she wasn't going to question it. "What's up?"

"We defeated Hawkmoth, but we made a mistake," Ladybug said, her lips twisting in displeasure. "When we were fighting, his Miraculous was knocked across the lair and he- well, he was knocked in the opposite direction and was really badly injured. Since Mayura was distracted with her own fight, we got him down and on his way to the hospital before trying to locate his Miraculous."

"And then we helped the others finish up their fight," Chat Noir chimed in. "We figured that it would be fine, since we were pretty heavily in a battle zone and it was dangerous, but then we came back after the fight and- it wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere."

"We've picked through all of the rubble, and today our mentor told us that his kwami felt more negative vibes around the Butterfly kwami," Ladybug said, picking up from her partner seamlessly. "Someone came into the mansion while we were fighting, slipped by us, and stole the Butterfly. We don't doubt that we're going to be dealing with a copycat soon enough, and we've let the police know so that we can come up with an official statement before another akuma hits."

"But we want to be prepared," Chat Noir told Alix. "We need to be able to slap back as fast as possible and deal with this new Butterfly before they get a hang of using the Miraculous. So we've brought you a certain pocket watch."

It was happening. It was actually happening.

"Am I going to be a temporary superhero, like the others?" Alix asked, practically trembling with the effort of not just grabbing the Miraculous, slipping it into a pocket, and transforming. She wanted to know what that power felt like, but- well, she had to behave. She had to be patient.

She had already established more than once that she was not good at being patient.

"No, you're different," Ladybug told her. "We've decided that we need one more Miraculous out, even if you don't need to come to every fight. And, well- we've known for years that you would be getting a Miraculous. You've known that for years, and haven't told a soul. So between that and the Miraculous that you've been paired with, it makes the most sense for you to be the one to get the Miraculous to keep."

Alix blinked, even as she accepted the Miraculous. "Okay, so I know that Chloe gave away her identity literally right away, but Rena Rouge and Carapace?"

"They used to date and figured each other out pretty fast," Ladybug said wryly. "Or, rather, Rena figured Carapace out and then on the Heroes Day attack- oh, gosh, how many years ago was that?- when Scarlet Moth came out, there wasn't time to catch them separately and Carapace found out about Rena. So they know about each other, which wasn't ideal to start with, and now that they've broken up..."

Alix winced. To have exs on the same superhero team...yeah, not ideal. And if one got to keep their Miraculous full-time and the other didn't- well, that just screamed possible akumatization opportunity.

"At least it wasn't a super nasty breakup, but they had been dating for so long, it was always going to be awkward," Chat Noir added. "So they were a no. And Chloe was obviously a no." He grinned. "And our mentor happened to mention that with the Rabbit out, if we had particularly long fights that made us miss really important stuff, we could just hop through the rabbit hole and be able to make out job or class or- whatever. As long as we don't abuse it too much and stay out of our past selves' way, it'll be fine."

Ladybug let out a long-suffering sigh at the mention of rabbit holes. Clearly she had already heard all of Chat Noir's bunny jokes already. Alix rolled her eyes.

She would whack him over the head with her umbrella later.

"So, new teammate, d'you want to transform and come do a lap of the city with us?" Ladybug asked, grinning as Fluff appeared next to Alix. "Get a feel for things before an akuma shows up and you have to fight?"

"Do I? Hell yeah!" Alix said excitedly, grinning at Fluff. "I've been looking forward to this for years, I can't wait. Fluff, clockwise!"

The feel of power was subtle, but amazing. Alix transformed in a flash, grinning as her suit settled over her. "That is so cool! Just as awesome as I thought it would be."

"Yeah, it's pretty sweet," Chat Noir said with a grin, taking a step towards her window. "And it's even better when you start running across the rooftops. So enough talking- let's hop to it!"

This time, she really did hit him with her umbrella.

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Kiss From a Rose

The Witch in the Reunion

Summary: Y/n has been hunting alongside the infamous Winchesters for years now, but when an unexpected case pops up in her hometown, she finds herself struggling not only with her feelings for the eldest brother but with the things from her past that she has been fighting to forget.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus size Reader

Word Count: 5K+

Warnings: Language, angst, character death

Author’s Note: THE BIG REVEAL! Whodunnit? Also, the Seal song that the reader refers to is exactly the one you think it is...

Catch up with the series masterlist and check out Alexandra’s Library for more works by yours truly!

The case came to an abrupt halt with no new leads, pushing the hunters into the weekend and much to Y/n’s dismay, the reunion. It was their last chance to keep their cover in town and any hope of talking candidly with those closest to the victim. The huntress had hoped it wouldn’t come to this and that she and the Winchesters would uncover the culprit before she was forced to parade her ‘husband’ around to everyone and everything she had run away from. Alas, she could never have been that lucky.

The huntress spent her morning huddled under the cheap covers of the motel bed, mindlessly flipping through bad soap operas and cooking shows until she could no longer put off getting ready for the evening. Y/n took her time in the shower, allowing the boiling heat of the water to relax away the tension in her muscles. It also allowed for her time to think of some excuse to wrap up the cases without a conclusion, though she failed to find one that would convince the Winchester brothers.

When turning the temperature control on the nozzle ceased to continuously heat the stream of water gurgling from the showerhead, Y/n reluctantly pulled herself from its confines, drying herself off and tossing her hair into a towel situated on top of her head.

The steam from the shower billowed out of the bathroom and into the rest of her motel room as she went for her duffle, humidifying the large space with ease. Pulling out the matching bra and panties she had packed specifically for this occasion, she slipped the pieces on and topped them with a button-up flannel to finish her hair and makeup.

Y/n went back into the bathroom and started up her hairdryer, focusing on her roots as she began. The huntress was about halfway through when a loud banging nearly caused her to drop the tool in her hand. She shut it off and waited, listening closely for the source of the sound. When it came again, she was sure someone was knocking to come in and she rushed out, pulling on a pair of leggings before going to answer the door.

The opening of her door brought with it a welcomed gust of the cool spring air from outside and revealed the brothers Winchester standing side by side.

“Hey, kid. We didn’t hear from you this morning so Sammy and I decided to bring you lunch, figured you might be hungry,” Dean held up the brown paper bag he was holding with a grin that matched that of his baby brother beside him.

“Come on in,” Y/n agreed, stepping back from the entryway to allow the two giants into her room. The brothers went immediately to the small desk in her room, placing the food and drinks on the glossy wood surface.

“Picked up your favorite, sesame chicken and fried rice,” Dean explained as he began to pull containers from the large bag.

“Yum,” the huntress drew out her reply with a hum, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she realized just how hungry she had unknowingly become. “You know me too well, Winchester.”

Dean flashed her a cocky smile as he handed over the meal, topped off with an iced tea from Sam. She took it and perched herself at the foot of her bed, crossing her legs before digging into the meal. The oldest Winchester followed and seated himself next to her while Sam stayed in the desk chair.

“So have you found anything interesting since last night?” The huntress inquired after a bite, trying to hide the hopefulness in her voice that she would get out of tonight’s event.

“Nada,” Dean admitted around a mouthful of his lunch. “We’ve got nothing that strictly points to anyone, just a mountain of guesses. This bitch knows how to cover their tracks.”

“Yeah well in a small town like this, you learn how to get good at sneaking around,” Y/n pointed out. “When everyone knows everyone, you’ve got to be good at keeping secrets.”

“Is that so?” Dean cocked his head at the woman next to him, a devilish thought occurring to the hunter. “You know from experience, Y/n?”

“Yeah, you bet. All those years spent by myself in my bedroom were great for learning how to sneak around,” she scoffed, unamused that Dean was still riding this train.

“I don’t believe that for a second. I bet you had your share of nights under the bleachers.” The huntress rolled her eyes at Dean’s insistence, the aggravation building inside her.

“How many times do I have to explain this to you? I was not popular growing up and I certainly didn’t have any guys begging me to join them for some lame-ass tonsil hockey under the bleachers.”

“Bull,” Dean countered once again. The huntress groaned, tossing a pleading look at the younger Winchester in the hopes he could get Dean to let up.

“Dean, I don’t think it’s any of our business,” Sam spoke up, clearly getting the hint better than his brother.

“Just ‘cause you didn’t get any in high school doesn’t mean you have to ruin everybody else’s fun.” Dean laughed at his joke, elbowing Y/n in an attempt to get her to join in his teasing and failing miserably. Sam only frowned at his brother.

“You want to know the truth?” The bubbling in her gut had spilled over, turning into word vomit that she couldn’t have stopped no matter how much she wanted to. “I didn’t lose my virginity until I was twenty-three in the quickest and most pathetic night of my life. And it’s not like I was exactly getting much of anything before that either.

“It’s fine though. I wasn’t ready until I was ready and I’ve so moved on from the nightmare that was my early twenties.” Y/n decided to tack on that last tidbit in an ill-conceived attempt to lighten the admission that had slipped from her tongue. Heat flooded her neck and cheeks as she noticed the brothers staring at her in confused awe.

She absolutely could not believe that she had admitted that in front of either of the brothers, but most of all Dean. There was now no way after this weekend he would ever look at her without pity, only seeing her as the bullied little girl who never so much as received a look from a man until after college. If the floor could swallow her whole at this moment, that would be great.

“Right… thanks for lunch, guys, but I need to finish getting ready,” the huntress cleared her throat after an awkward moment of silence, her eyes desperate for them to leave for her to save face in one of the most embarrassing moments of her life.

“Uh, of course. We’ll just…” Sam coughed out the jumbled words as he rose from the chair and went to his brother, gripping his bicep and tugging him alongside as the brothers stumbled from the room.

Y/n fell back against the mattress with a huff, mentally kicking herself for everything she had ever done or said in front of Dean. The hunter somehow had this hold over her, always managing to get her to admit things she didn’t wouldn’t even say aloud to herself. If she keeps it up at this pace, she will be on the path to permanently removing herself from the Winchesters’ life if she ever hoped of retaining some sort of dignity.

Silently, she finished up the meal they had brought her before heading back to finish what she had started. Once her hair was completely dried, she curled the length of it into soft curls and then applied some basic makeup. Nothing too showy for a small town class reunion.

Once she was satisfied with her look, she returned to the main space and took out her dress that she had hung in the closet last night after ironing out the thin material. It was a dress she had stowed away for undercover work, never taking it out of its bag unless desperate.

The ruby-red material fell snug against her curves and never failed to make her feel more exposed than she was used to. There was a reason she stuck to comfy and bagging clothes, using them as a way to hide the parts of her body that she had a specific distaste for. However, the job occasionally necessitated she appeared more feminine, and this was one of those nights.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, the huntress topped off her look with heels and jewelry as she examined her reflection with a pout. Unsurprisingly, she easily picked out all of her mind's flaws, from her hatred of her flabby arms and the rolls that she subconsciously sucked in when she turned to examine her profile.

A small knock at the door bounced her out of her thoughts.

“Come in,” she called, giving her reflection one final frown before turning to fetch her clutch.

“Hey, are you ready to--” Y/n turned to see Dean’s eye’s traveling up the length of her body, his emerald eyes intense in their gaze. Heat coursed through her veins under his leering and she had to clear her throat before he snapped from his trance. “Sweetheart, you look incredible.”

“Thank you, Dean. You clean up nicely yourself,” she smiled sweetly, a stark contrast to the racing of her heart knowing Dean had been so intent on her.

The oldest Winchester brother donned a maroon button-down that he had tucked into a pair of dark slacks. A few of the top buttons had been left open and he had the sleeves rolled up, revealing his forearms. It was a simple look, but enough to get any living being’s mouth watering at the sight.

“Just need one more thing,” Y/n noted as she went to her duffle and pulled out her pistol. She checked the barrel and magazine quickly before putting the safety on. Raising her heeled foot to the edge of the bed, she hiked up her dress to her high thigh and tucked the weapon into the holster she had hidden on her thigh. The huntress dropped her leg and tugged her dress back into place. “Okay, ready.”

There was an unmistakable clench in the muscles of Dean’s jaw as she walked across the room to where he stood. His brow was furrowed into a knot in the middle of his forehead as his eyes followed her movement. “Dean?”

“Hmm?” He blinked a few times as if he just noticed she had moved closer to him. “Oh, shall we go?”

Y/n nodded slowly, confused by his sudden shift but trailed after him from the motel and into the parking lot. Dean helped her into the passenger side of the Impala and then made his way to his spot behind the wheel.

Soft music played from the radio as they pulled from the parking lot and headed west. Besides the soft melodies of Bob Seger and Neil Young, the inside of the car was quiet. Y/n was lost in thought as once again as the anxiety over the night ahead began to simmer in her belly. The cheap gold band that encompassed her finger felt like a heavy neon sign flashing at everyone and indicating the blatant deceit she and Dean were attempting to portray.

“Hey,” Dean spoke softly beside her, placing his palm against her bare knee to get her attention. “Sam will be close by, just in case.”

“Yeah, I know,” she replied with a soft smile. Dean had picked up on the waves of anxiety rolling off of her, but he had read the situation so wrong.

“Then what’s up, sweetheart?”

“Just thinking about possibly having to face a monster in heels,” she lied, easily squeaking out a fake laugh for him.

“Well, I’ve seen you kick ass in heels plenty of times before so I doubt tonight will be any different.” He squeezed his grip on her, giving her a flash of a grin before turning back to the road.

“I didn’t say I couldn’t do it, just that I’m not particularly fond of it,” Y/n pointed out and Dean nodded with a chuckle.

Neither brought it up again in the final few miles of the drive. When they pulled into the parking lot, it was filled with far more cars than it had been just a few days prior. The party was already in full swing, the music audible as the pair stepped out of the Impala.

“Alright, shows on.”

Dean took the huntress’s hand and guided her into the school. The two checked in and filled out name tags before entering. The decorations had the gym looking like a cheap prom. A tunnel of balloons shepherded people into the gym where they were greeted by more balloons and streamers strategically placed all over. There hung a disco ball in the center of the room where a makeshift dance floor already had people swaying to the beat.

“Oh, you two did make it!” The shrill sneer had the hunters snapping their heads towards the dessert table where Janelle was already rushing towards them with a malicious grin on her face.

“We said we would be,” Y/n replied coldly, unable to hide the roll of her eyes. Janelle ignored her and drew her gaze to Dean then, her eyes hungry as she set them on the green-eyed man without a care about the woman whose hand he still held. Y/n scoffed and stalked off towards the drink table without a word.

“Mm, are you sure you and jelly belly over there are working out?” Janelle husked out as she stepped into Dean’s personal space.

“Slow down,” Dean huffed as he stepped back from the brazen woman. The warning was low but the narrowing of his eyes told her she meant business. Janelle frowned as the hunter turned on his heel and followed where his partner had gone. He slinked silently to her side and put an arm around her waist to pull her close before he left a light peck to her temple.

“Jesus Dean,” the huntress exclaimed as she jumped from his touch, her instincts ready to fight before she caught his grin out of the corner of her eye. “Warn a girl next time.”

“Where is the fun in that?” The Winchester had fallen back into his usual goofy self with ease, opting to steal the glass of whiskey she had poured herself after she dumped the whole of its contents down her throat in one go.

“You’re going to have to take it slow there, Mrs. Walker, we’re on a case still,” Dean chuckled as he refilled the glass for himself. Y/n grumbled her dissatisfaction though she knew he was right. Instead of fighting, she pulled him back into the crowd of people to continue their intel gathering.

Not much came from their hopping between groups of Y/n’s former classmates. The women spent most of their time too busy drooling over Dean to answer any questions beyond small talk and the guys simply acted as if the huntress didn’t exist, instead only talking to her partner for a majority of their conversations. It was irritating as hell for her, to be right back into the toxic environment that had scarred her psyche all those years ago. Not to mention, they were not one step closer to figuring out who their witch was.

When dinner was eventually served, Y/n was more than ready for the reprieve it would bring from having to put on a show for the last people she would ever care about.

“So, let’s go over what we know?” Y/n spoke up as they sat at an empty table in the far corner of the gym.

“Damon still makes my skin crawl, I don’t trust him,” Dean answered as he scanned the crowd for the aforementioned guy.

“I don’t understand why, we ruled him out already.”

“I just don’t like the way he looks at you.” Y/n scoffed at Winchester’s insinuation that anyone from her high school would look at her with anything but disgust. “Him or Roger, whom, I might add, we have not ruled out.”

“Roger was just a horny teenage boy,” the huntress countered. “I think Janelle or Kate are our best guesses. They were the two closest to the victim.”

“They were all in a book club together, and you know what that could mean,” Dean insinuated. “That is until Janelle had a falling out with the book club which resulted in the vic almost failing to hire her as the caterer for this shindig. People have killed for less.”

“Damn it, we need proof,” Y/n cursed with a frown. “I want to get back to the bunker already.”

Dean nodded in full agreement to her sentiment. The pair finished their meals in relative silence, watching the rest of her class as they moved about the venue, hoping something might pop out at them.

“Should we blend into the crowd and see what we can see?” Dean offered as he cleared his plate. Y/n cocked her head at him, unsure of what he was getting at. “You know, head out onto the dance floor.”

“Oh, I am so not drunk enough for that,” the huntress declared as she adamantly shook her head.

“Come one, we’ll have a better vantage point out there.”

“Fine,” she sighed, offering her hand to Dean as he stood and guided her underneath the disco ball, placing them in the center of all the action.

The hunter began to move awkwardly to the music that emanated from the speakers surrounding them. It was far from anything he ever would have listened to and clearly that put him out of his comfort zone. Y/n couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past her lips as she watched, causing Dean to halt his dancing, his hands slapping against his sides.

“Don’t laugh. If you can do better then show me,” Dean huffed, gesturing for her to go ahead.

“Hell no,” she yelled above the music as the song switched, knowing that there was only one way she could move to the beat now filling the gym.

“Do it for me, sweetheart.” Y/n chewed on the corner of her lips fighting with her self-conscious ways before quickly shaking away the fear and stepping up to Dean.

“You asked for this,” she noted, giving him no time to respond before she began to move her hips. His hands flew to her waist as she rolled the length of her body against his in time with the song. The hunter began to grind with her, slipping one of his legs between her own, pressing the two of them closer together. Y/n pushed down the worries bubbling in her chest, focused on the music, and listening to her body. She spun on her toes and pressed her backside into Dean, who paused his movement for half a second before falling back into the dance.

It was far closer than the duo had ever been and as much as that scared her, she took the time to relish in the feeling of his hands gripping tight onto the soft flesh of her waist and the heat of his body pressed against her own. The song faded out and with it, Dean snapped himself from her form, much to her dismay. There was no denying his abrupt action tugged on her heart.

With a deep breath, she turned back to him, ready to face the music of having pushed him too far. Dean stood there rubbing the back of his neck as his tongue darted out to wet his plump lower lip. His brow furrowed before he turned to walk back towards their table.

“Wait, Dean!” He paused and turned back to her. A sheepish smile formed on her face as the notes of the now much slower song began to grow stronger. “I love this song.”

“It’s Seal,” he countered as if that was a valid reason to not like the song.

“Please?”

The hunter relented, offering his partner a soft smile as he moved back towards her. Y/n looped an arm over Dean’s shoulder and took his hand in her free one. Hesitantly he slipped his arm around her waist and began to move the two along with the notes of the nineties song filled the gym.

“What?” Y/n scrunched her nose as she heard Dean chuckle under his breath.

“Nothing, it’s just-” Dean shook his head, the grin widening on his face. “Are we middle schoolers?”

The huntress cocked her head, not sure what Dean was insinuating. Without elaborating, Dean took the hand she held in his and placed it around his neck with her other, tugging her body closer to him as he was now able to grip her waist with both hands.

Her body went rigid as she could feel his breath on her face and the warmth of his body seeping through her dress. The length of his body was pressed against hers, firm and unrelenting. Flashbacks to their moment in the janitor’s closet flooded her brain and she could feel her heart rate picking up in response.

“Sweetheart, you doing okay?” Dean looked down his nose at the woman he held in his arms. Having sensed her sudden discomfort, he asked, though he could guess why she was now riddled with anxiety. “Listen, I know what you are thinking but to hell with all these assholes and their superficial views. None of them know the real you. The smart, beautiful, and badass hunter that can knock me and my giant of a brother on our asses without even trying. They don’t deserve even one second of your thoughts.”

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over as she refused to look at Dean. Instead, she chose to hold him close, ignoring his words that her mind couldn’t begin to accept yet as she rested her chin on his shoulder.

“Y/n/n,”

“Dean, just… stop, okay? I can’t take the pity,” she nearly choked on her words, the emotion building up like a pressure cooker inside her. It was about more than just the nasty comments and glares from her classmates, it was about the man she could never have. Dean had spent the better part of the weekend playing his role as a loving husband so convincingly that at moments she would almost forget that it was all a ruse. He was kind and supportive and flirty, all of it a deadly cocktail that would lead to her ultimate demise, a broken heart.

“Jesus, it’s not pity, sweetheart. Did these people real fuck you up that bad that you can’t see the effect you have on me?” Dean used his hands on her hips to tug her away from his body, forcing the huntress to look at him now.

“Yes!” she practically screamed the words, not understanding where the miscommunication was for him. The tears she had been trying to swallow down now traced down her cheeks anyway. “I’ve never exactly been the kinda girl that guys chased after, let alone the kind of girl you chase after. I’ve seen your hookups, Dean. I’m nowhere near the league of women who have gotten to share your bed. So why now?”

“All those women were nothing but an easy shot. There wasn’t one second about any of those nights that was real. But you and the way you make feel, that’s real,” Dean insisted, his verdant eyes intent on making her understand. “Sometimes I feel like you are my other half. You make me laugh and challenge me in the best ways. Sammy loves you and you love him. You are one of the most selfless people I know and you tackle hunting with the most annoyingly positive attitude that just makes me want to be around you more. Y/n, you are the whole package.”

The huntress stood there, mouth hanging open at his confession. A million thoughts raced through her head but she didn’t get a chance to comment before movement in her peripherals caught her eye. Her eyes flickered towards the back door that led from the gym where Kate was slinking out into the darkness.

“Dean,” Y/n hissed, nudging his shoulder before pointing towards the door. “Kate just snuck outside.”

“You think?” It took Dean’s brain a second to switch gears, but he didn’t need her to elaborate for him when it eventually caught up.

“I mean it makes sense, right?” Dean shrugged but it was all the response the huntress needed. She took his hand and slinked through the sea of her classmates to follow their suspect. Once the gym door closed behind them, the pair readied their weaponry.

“Split up. I’ll go towards the football field, you head that way.” Y/n gestured towards the parking lot. Dean nodded and stalked off in the opposite direction she did. Y/n held close to the building until she hit the corner, moving slowly around the brick to find the space empty. Her eyes scanned the expanse of the open area as she headed swiftly towards the football field. Her heels clicking against the pavement broke the silence of the late-night as she moved.

As she drew closer, she noticed a light on inside the concession stand. She made herself light on her toes and put her body flush against the dirty brick as she headed towards the open window. Carefully, so as not to reveal her location, the huntress peered inside the shack.

In the center of the space was a large metal island, the top of it littered with satanic paraphernalia. Kate had her back to the window, but Y/n was able to make out her soft chanting in Latin.

Without a second thought, the huntress flashed around the side of the building and kicked in the door.

“Ah, don’t move,” Y/n tsked as she pointed her gun straight at the witch’s heart. “One wrong move and I put one of these witch-killing bullets in your head.”

Kate didn’t seem at all phased by the weapon in her face. “Really, Kate? Witchcraft?”

“Oh, Y/n, you can’t even imagine the world of possibilities I have opened up for myself.” Kate’s lips twisted in an evil smile as she spoke.

“Oh trust me, I can imagine.” The huntress rolled her eyes, far from amused at the witch’s attempt to make it sound like murder was so glorious.

“Just eliminating the competition.”

“Competition? For what?”

“Alec, of course,” the witch laughed. “You see, we made a deal back in high school and Sarah, well she decided she didn’t want to play anymore and it was my turn. So I took care of her. ”

“Your turn?” Y/n shook her head at the sheer hilarity of it. “God, I have heard some crazy motives but this one, this one tops ‘em all.”

“I should have known you were a hunter, waltzing in here claiming to be married to that tall drink you’ve had by your side. Well, guess what, we all saw right through it. No way you nabbed a guy like that,” Kate taunted as she took half a step in the huntress’s direction.

“I swear to god, do that again and I will pull this trigger,” Y/n seethed, emphasizing her intent with a shake of her gun. Her blood was boiling, Kate’s words having the exact effect on her that she wanted. But she refused to give Kate the satisfaction.

“Do it and see where it gets you, jelly belly.” The nickname rolled off her tongue, and Y/n couldn’t stop the small flinch it inflicted into her bones.

“Oh, it will get you dead,” Y/n smiled menacingly as she recovered and pulled the trigger. Kate’s mouth fell open as her body shook and dropped to the ground, wasted.

“Y/n!” The huntress spun around as Dean’s worried scream reached her.

“I’m okay,” she assured as she stepped out of the concession stand, putting her gun back into the holster on her thigh.

“Oh thank god.” Dean ran up to her, pulling her to his chest. “You kill the witch?”

“Yeah, the crazy bitch had some sort of pact to share Sarah’s husband back in high school. But Sarah reneged on their deal. So she killed her.” Y/n let out a full-bellied laugh as she pulled away from Dean slightly, though he refused to relent his grip on her. “Can you believe that?”

The huntress nearly fell over in a fit of laughter. The sheer hilarity of the whole situation hitting her now that she was out of danger. It was like she was in some bad high school drama on the Lifetime network. She supposed she shouldn’t have suspected much from her hometown.

It took her a second to regain her composure. She stood back straight, wiping the wetness from her eyes when she noticed Dean’s intense stare.

“Dean, what are you--” her words were stolen from her mouth as Dean captured her lips with his. The huntress smiled into the kiss, her hands gripping Dean’s wrist where he cradled her jaw in his hands. Y/n’s head swam as the Winchester deepened their connection, angling his head just so to open her mouth to him. Their tongues danced together as the pair got lost in the feeling of the other. Only when the need for air became too great did the couple relent their hold on each other, the rapid rise and fall of their chests matching the other.

“Are you two done? We have a body to clean up.” Sam’s voice startled them both. There was a hint of a grin in his eyes that betrayed the exasperated expression he was trying to portray.

“Just another minute, Sammy.” Dean turned back to Y/N, a coy smile playing on his lips before he kissed her again.

Part 6 (Final)

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broken-clover · 5 years ago

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Goretober Day 14- Scars

Christ I really need to work on my timing. But at least they are getting done in the end, so I guess that’s something? And at least I’m back on schedule!

Anyway, I may have made it a little obvious with my Amaneposting but today I’m using Amane Nishiki! I will warn you that this does contain some fan theories because seriously Mori where is the Amane lore I’m dying here. Plus some Amang mixed in because I have no shame.

For as much of a looks-obsessed man as Amane Nishiki was, there was a puzzling lack of mirrors across his personal sleeping car. There were plenty scattered across the caravan as a whole- mostly in the dressing rooms so the boys could look over their makeup and decide if it was suitable for performing. But in Amane’s room, despite all the colorfully garish ribbons and frills lining just about everything, there was only one mirror, half-hidden by his sewing supplies.

It would have been foolish to not have any whatsoever, if he needed to do touch-ups or properly look at an injury. Unless it was needed at that very moment, though, the mirror stayed where it was, hardly visible. Amane was always meticulous in putting it back where it belonged.

Tonight, he wasn’t exactly in a meticulous mood. He burst into the room like an overexcited, pastel puppy, immediately getting to work undoing the layers on his kimono while digging through his closets in search of a different, prettier one.

“Oh no no, this simply won’t do!” He murmured to himself, pushing aside a heather-gray yukata patterned with wisteria. “Not that casual!”

Showy, but not too showy, that seemed to be how a lot of his style went. Amane was no fool, he knew there were some things that simply didn’t suit him. He always strove to look his finest, with garments that looked nice on him and accentuated his figure, rather than trying to look as gaudy as possible. Something like that might have attracted attention, but it wasn’t the attention he wanted.

“Wrong color, too extra, not extra enough...aha!” His lips upturned in a triumphant smile, and he snatched up a soft, off-white garment patterned up and down with cherry blossoms.

“Perfection! Ah, I just knew I had something for the occasion.”

He shed the last couple of layers onto his bed, sliding off his scarf along with it before slipping on the yukata. Amane made a pleased little sound from the way the material felt against his skin. This one was nice, maybe he should have worn it more often?

The dancer pulled a roll of fabric off of his mirror so he could get a better look at himself in it. Even without the obi tied on all the way, he had to say that he looked good. He definitely needed to find a more pastel-colored eyeliner, the one he had on was just too bold and didn’t quite match. Amane wasn’t quite sure yet.

As he tried to do a little twirl to see how the fabric moved, he felt the sash slip free from its half-done knot. The yukata started to slide off, and even as fast as Amane could catch it before it hit the ground, he found it slipping off of his shoulders and bunching in his arms, leaving the upper half of his chest free.

He knew he shouldn’t have stared at himself in the mirror, but something drew his eyes. Maybe it was the pretty fabric, or maybe it was because some part of him liked to torture itself and made him look anyway.

Amane could see the pink lines just barely sliding over his shoulder, like a bony hand gripping him from behind. Just the sight of them made a distant soreness run down his back. He’d hoped that somehow, once he’d gotten all of the Bystander abilities, that it would somehow make the old lines fade away. But it seemed that the nigh-invulnerability only worked on new wounds, and the old ones seemed insistent on staying where they were.

“Get back in your box, you dirty whore! Don’t make me break your leg again!”

The dancer felt his muscles tense. Without really thinking, he brought his arm across his chest and traced the scars’ ends until they slid out of his reach. They grew less straight and more lopsided the further down it went, made by an awkward strike with an unsteady hand.

“I’m not gonna ask you twice. Get in, or I’m gonna make you wish you’d never been born.”

The fabric reel was thrown back over the mirror, along with whatever Amane could grab to put between himself and the reflective surface. He pulled the yukata back up over his shoulders, and tried to force his thoughts to anywhere else he could manage. Makeup. That was right, he needed to find something else to paint on. That was what mattered now, getting ready for a nice, normal night out.

Someone knocked at the door while he was halfway across one eye. He paused for a moment, only to continue and finish the long, sweeping line. “Come in, the door’s unlocked.”

“Huh? Is everything alright?” A shaggy head poked through the door, followed by a slightly less shaggy body. Bang had managed to fit himself into a nice jacket and to partially restrain his messy hair with something that, based on the smell, he’d definitely gotten from Litchi. It mixed well with the scent of flowers, wafting off of the pink lily bouquet that the man had brought with him.

“It’s nothing, dear. Are those for me?”

“Of course!” Bang beamed with pride. “I hope you like them. I will admit that I don’t know much about flowers, but I thought they looked-” He suddenly cut off, expression shifting as he finally got a good, close look at the other man. “Oh, you…”

Amane felt a cold unpleasantness from the way he was being stared at. “Is...something wrong with how I look?” He’d been afraid to uncover the mirror and see how everything looked. He had done the process enough times to know how it was supposed to look, but for all he knew, he could have looked like a complete disaster.

“No, no, not at all!” The ninja hastily backtracked, though still wearing the same wide-eyed expression. “You look beautiful. I simply wasn’t prepared for it.”

The heat rose to his cheeks. Amane turned away, idly flipping the clasps on his makeup case open and closed as he tried to think of something to say.

The bouquet came to rest in front of him, settled on his work desk. Strong, callused hands lightly grazed his chin, slowly turning it until he was looking Bang in the eyes.

“Nishiki? Are you sure everything’s alright?.”

Amane smiled, nowhere near as convincing as he would have liked. “I’m fine. So, dinner?”

#writing #goretober #goretober 2019 #blazblue #amane nishiki #bang shishigami #Amang

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talk-shit-get-fit · 5 years ago

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Hei! Your blog is fun and you seem pretty cool, so I was wondering whether you'd have any advice for a gym newbie? Just finished weeks of physical therapy & got the advice to start working out more so my back doesn't get bad again (esp when uni starts again & i'll be back to sitting around for like 8h/day). I don't know much about gym atmosphere (i just know *those* people, who go to the gym) but being a short chubby (mostly? passing) trans guy doesn't exactly make me v/ confident. All the best!

Finally getting to this. Again sorry for lateness, was sick all last week. Anyway, fun? pretty cool? Debatable but I’ll accept it. Thanks. Ooh, newbie advice. I’ll try to reblog all the for beginners stuff i have on blog after i post this.

Hooray for completing PT. I had to go through a couple months of it after a long hospital stay when i was younger. Hope back stays all good. May reblog posture posts too.

So, similarly I knew nothing about gym atmosphere when I started, like 3 or so years back. Most fitness I ever did was the occasional run every month or so. For the most part, i relied on being naturally slim and young metabolism to offset all the junk food i ate.

I’ll offer as much advice as I can but don’t take my word as gospel. Ultimately, find what works best for you and what you enjoy. Its the best way to ensure you stick to it.

ADVICE-ish:

So one, a gym is not required. Fitness can be done near anywhere and easily without equipment as long you have a comfortable space around you.

however, if you do go to a gym or similar place(I go to the YMCA) feel free to call them up and request a tour. Staff should gladly show you what is available at their facilities and in the case of the Y will give you a 7 day free trial pass. Not sure if other places offer it, but never hurts to ask.

Also ask if they happen to know the gym off-peak hours, these are the times when it tends to be less crowded and i’ve found the times i find the most variety of people working out. Ages, body shapes, and workout intensities of all types. Off-peak hours can also allow you enough time to be able to try out many machines /get used to the space without the pressure of worrying your getting in people’s way.

Even if you do come across “those” kinds of gym people they rarely are paying attention to anyone. Some body builders workout near me when im there and they are way more invested in their workout than what i or the elderly or less experienced members are doing.

Sometimes, you may catch them staring or they’ll unsolicited advice. Feel free to ignore it and instead ask the staff for insight. That is literally their job, along with assisting or spotting whenever it is needed. Whether you intend to lift weights or not, DO NOT BE AFRAID TO ASK THE STAFF FOR HELP.

Going to use Terry Crews words since he put it so well: “It has to feel good. I tell people this a lot - go to the gym, and just sit there, and read a magazine, and then go home. And do this every day. Go to the gym, don’t even work out. Just GO. Because the habit of going to the gym is more important than the work out. Because it doesn’t matter what you do. You can have fun — but as long as you’re having fun, you continue to do it.“

Another thing to etch into your mind is comparison is a killer. One of my yoga teachers had a mantra she always recited before starting class. “No competition, no comparison. Our practice takes place on our own individual mats.”

Although she spoke about yoga, it applies to whatever exercise you partake in. Just because person next to you can run longer, it does not diminish what effort you put in. To use my own example, because of how my body is naturally slim my arms, no matter how hard i train them will never look like some of the other gym people. Their body is not mine, mine is not theirs. Where we started from was not the same, our goals may not be the same, but we each put in effort and that is what matters most.

Sidenote, despite some members having more showy muscles than me, it is not uncommon for me to be able to outlift them either in terms of weight or endurance. but again people get built different.

Whatever type of exercise you do land on make sure its ones you enjoy. Like i hate burpees. They have many benefits, are great exercise, and i hate them. When i did put them into my routine, i had to drag myself to do each one, like most people. but i wasn’t enjoying it overall. Hence they were banished to the land of wind and ghost for me. To be replaced with something i liked doing and was a good exercise.

Hell, I didn’t start lifting until like a good year into joining a gym. At first i just stood in the corner of the gym and did bodyweight exercises while listening to TED Talks. Figured those exercises are simple enough, require no equipment typically, and bonus i got them from Darebee.

You may have seen me post them around here, if not just search my blog or tumblr for the tag and you’ll see them. They are super cool, free as hell, nerdy as fuck. The website also includes some long term programs, up to 90 days and even nutrition advice all still free. Plus their apps have no ads and again FREE. the whole thing is just donation based and i have to plug them whenever i get the chance. Were it not for their Hero’s Journey program i wouldn’t have gotten in the habit of regular exercise, i missed about 6 days in total but meh. I’m sure whatever media you are fan of they’ll have some exercise routine to go along with it.

Don’t be afraid to experiment or change up routine until you find something you love and fits in with your schedule and goals. Although there is great value in having a set routine that you can easily follow, don’t be beholden to it strictly. Whether that means not doing something when a part of your body isn’t feeling it, reorganizing whole routine(something i do on occasion), or adjusting an exercise to better fit you.

To use burpees example again, they typically call for jumping up high during the exercise. However, i’ve seen plenty modify it so to be easier on their knees and instead reach up high without jumping so as to be better on their knees.

For sure listen to your body, know that you should never feel pain when exercising(if you do, stop and reassess what you’re doing or skip exercise if needed). Form is way more important than you think, feel free to look up tutorials about any exercise on youtube to correct your form but keep in mind their body is not yours so adjust if you must.

Look honestly I could go on for a while about possible advice, so feel free to message or send ask again with any specific and i’ll do my best to answer. Just know that I’m not a professional and just giving whatever advice i can.

#thanks for the ask #v has come to #now to go collapse and go through my queue #Anonymous

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rkmg · 6 years ago

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〈★〉MGAS SEASON 4 - EPISODE THREE - TEAM PERFORMANCE ↳ team e aka dream.e ( #4007, #4025, #4043, #4047, #4049 ) ↳ 2011 song: tell them by block b - click for line distribution

Getting to this point was definitely not a walk in the park. Truthfully, he was somewhat surprised that he was still here and able to participate in the next round. But, at the same time, he’s been attempting to be much more positive lately, so he also never really envisioned himself being eliminated, either. That didn’t stop his heart from beating a million miles per hour when names were being called, though. He still held his breath each time, hoping and praying that he wouldn’t hear one (or both) of the names that he needed to remain on the show.

This was their shot, after all. When would they get another opportunity like this? No one could ever be sure... and while he has enjoyed his life recently, he still looked forward to moving on. He was ready to make the next step towards achieving his dreams, especially given that he’d finished school. He wasn’t working, wasn’t currently continuing his education... he really, really wanted this. So... he was going to get it.... somehow.

When it was announced that they would be getting grouped together for their next stage, he felt both nervousness and excitement. Of course, he was disappointed to find out that he wasn’t going to get to perform with Won (yet), but this seemed like a great opportunity for him to form new bonds. Considering the fact that he never puts himself out there to make new relationships, this was perfect. They were going to need to interact with one another if they wanted this to work, so hopefully he would be able to even befriend all of his fellow members.

As soon as he started to meet them, he knew that he was lucky to be placed in team e. The others seemed just as passionate about this as he was, plus they were all fairly easy to get along with. He was drawn to both of his female teammates the quickest, though he wasn’t entirely sure why that was. However, he soon began speaking to Wonshik as well, and he could tell that Minho was just a fun presence to be around. Not only did he want to win for himself, but he wanted to win for them, too. They deserve this so much, so he was going to do everything in his power to not let them down. If he worked hard, hopefully they would be able to pull this off... he had a lot of faith and high hopes for team e... which was soon referred to as dream.e, which he really loved a lot.

Another thing that he really loved a lot was the song that they were going to do. It was one of his favorite groups, so he was filled with so much happiness when they decided on Tell Them. This probably meant that he would get to have the lines (or, some of them, at least) of one of his top favorite idols, which made him feel a lot more at ease about all of this. If he was familiar with the rap that he’d be doing, perhaps it wouldn’t take as long for him to perfect this.

Dividing the lines was fairly easy given they all had their different strengths, and Mingyu ended up with some of his favorite verses in the song. He knew that he would have to put in a lot of practice if he wanted to be able to do all of the choreography and refrain from messing up any of his lines, but he had a good feeling that he would get there. He knew that slacking off was not an option, so he prepared himself to work and work until he can’t physically do so anymore. Even though exhaustion would overtake him and sweat would cause his hair to mat to his forehead and clothing to stick to his skin, it was something that he was going to need to do.

They stopped going home almost as soon as their meetings began. The TRC practice room was available to them twenty-four/seven, so they definitely ended up taking advantage of that. Sleep was scarce, though when it happened, it was always in small bursts for Mingyu. He wasn’t comfortable here, but he knew this was for this best. It was so unfamiliar, and although he was growing closer to those he was surrounded by, they still weren’t his family. After getting so used to sleeping in a comfortable bed, wrapped in the arms of the boy that he loves the most in this world, this was a huge step down. He would try to be quiet so that the others could get what rest they needed, but he was pretty sure that he was experiencing a form of homesickness.

Every thought that played through his mind told him that he should leave the room, try to make a call to Won or his mother, though he never did. His reasoning? He didn’t want to worry them. They would be better off believing that he was resting well, eating well, and having the time of his life. Won surely had enough on his plate, having to deal with his own team and performance, so he didn’t need something like this to cloud his mind. Mingyu would overcome this in no time, though he feared that it would have lingered in his loved ones’ heads and hearts.

The days were easier than the late nights. Well, sometimes, anyway. Running through choreography was fun, especially once he started seeing improvement in his moves. That didn’t actually begin until he had help from Hyunjung, though. She was wonderful and great at assisting him, taking the time and having the patience to pinpoint just what he was struggling with. Her advice was some that he would really need to remember... he was too in his head. He needed to just allow his individuality to show. This dance, she reminded him, is meant for that. She was the team leader... she was practically born for it, he thought. Mingyu hoped that one day, the girl would be debuting in a group that would become extremely successful, representing them as their leader, too. He knew that she would be great for them.

Yoojung offering to buy him food at extremely late hours was another memory that he would cherish. She did a good job of taking care of him, though he hoped he would be able to return the favor eventually. She deserves all of the good things in life, so he hopes she receives that. He wants to see her win this thing, too. He wants to see all of his team win... They were great people who he genuinely hoped would get what they want out of this world.

Every day was business. Whether they were doing dry runs of the choreography, doing full rehearsals, fixing synchronization errors, or discussing their stage outfits, they always had something that needed to be done. (Speaking of the outfits, though, Mingyu actually really liked them. He was one of them in overalls, though he didn’t have it all the way on. The top of his was bunched around his waist, serving as only pants, and he wore a long-sleeved shirt that he had pushed up to his elbows... The only thing he could have lived without were the boots, but they weren’t that bad. Perhaps just not his style.)

The actual stage rehearsal made everything feel so real. Obviously, he knew that it was real even before that, but he nearly forgot how nerve-wracking it can be to be on stage and preparing to perform. Usually, it’s also exhilarating, too, but those feelings typically don’t show up until there’s a crowd with their eyes fixed on him. Later that day, there would be... he looked forward to it, yet he also dreaded it all at once. It was a really strange feeling.

Once it was finally time and the other teams were on stage, his heart rate sped up so fast he was afraid that the thing would beat right out of his chest. His stomach seemed to be doing somersaults and his breathing was a bit harsher than it typically was. It was only the anticipation that made him feel this way. He had a good feeling that once it was their turn and he was on stage, he would feel a bit more in his element. He always felt so free when actually performing, though it was a bit terrifying that he would need to be dancing along with his rapping, and he had his team members to keep in mind, too.

Hyunjung getting all of them to huddle together did start to melt his worries away, her energy doing a great job of rubbing off on him. He was beginning to get pumped with her, a smile forming on his face as he nodded a bit once she said she was proud of them. He was proud, too. They were going to do really well... he had a great feeling about them. He placed his hand on top of hers and, on her count, chanted their team name and pumped his hand into the air. Now... it was time for them to head out there, and all he had were high hopes.

Finally, they were on stage and it was time for introductions. Hyunjung started it out with “yo, do you like to dream?” and the rest chimed in with their, “dream.e!” as they placed their hands between their head and shoulder as if they were sleeping. Then, they had to individually announce themselves and who they were, though some of them left him laughing. He wasn’t going to cut up the same way, but it was amusing to see his teammates do so. He simply said, “I’m dream.e’s creative rapper, Kim Mingyu.” He wasn’t loud or showy... just straightforward. Though, his quiet nature (though he hopes is also charming) soon would be overridden by how energetic he can be when actually rapping and performing.

Mingyu! D.R.E.A.M is bang 무거운 눈커플 떼 Move up 즐겨두돼 trouble make 얼음땡!

As soon as he begins, he feigns so much confidence that he might have even fooled himself. He didn’t seem shy, nor quiet, he just seemed like a boy who was doing what he loved and having the time of his life. Which... that wasn’t a lie. This was an incredibly wonderful time, and he wasn’t allowed to get too lost in thought. He didn’t need to think about his lines, nor his dance moves, he just had to allow muscle memory to do its job while he enjoys his time on stage.

정적은 우리의 역적 걱정 조바심 하늘에 던져 Jump up!

Having the lines that he really wanted does do wonders for him as well, he thinks. Considering he was happy with the song, happy with his lines, happy with the dance, and happy with his members... he was able to smile and present himself in a way that he wanted everyone to see and know him for. He wanted them to realize that this is something that he was passionate about and he also wanted them to see that he worked well with a team. If anything, he might work better with a team than he does alone. That’s because he enjoys the company of others so much and loves knowing that he has to do his best for them... if someone is relying on him, it always pushes him to do so much better, in his opinion. It’s because of how much he values others compared to himself, probably. Though, he’s getting better about that (well... trying to).

나와 새장안에서 발을 동동굴려 바닥에 달력에 숫자들을 빨갛게 발단에서 절정에 다닿게

They worked together well. This team, despite being put together randomly, was a really good fit. In a way, he felt sad that he wouldn’t get to continue performing with them. He hoped that there would be more stages such as this one, and hoped that he would be lucky enough to work with some of them again. Even if they don’t get to do anything on the show together, maybe they can keep in contact and do some sort of cover together later. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but these people and how well they were doing filled him with an immense amount of joy.

언제까지 등돌리고 벽에다대고 하소연 할꺼야 엑스트라 인생 잘해봤자 조연 It's exciting just do your thing 때는 지금이니까 숨겨둔 끼를 선보여

Mingyu felt proud of himself. Back when he was still struggling to learn the choreo, he didn’t think he would be able to do as well as the others. He thought that all of them would probably outshine him, though that didn’t appear to be what was happening now. Actually, he thought they all complemented one another. No one was outshined, in his own personal opinion, since they all had important parts that would do well for them. He really wanted them to win, though even if they didn’t manage to, he still felt like they would stand out to those watching.

쩌렁쩌렁

He didn’t have many more lines in the song, though it was only about half way over. Considering most of his lines were in the first half, during the second half he didn’t have as much to worry about. Instead of having to think about lines and nailing each move, he could keep a clear mind and have fun while dancing around with the others.

이제 날개를 편때 삐뚤어져봐 오늘만큼만 쌓인것들 다 털어내 털어내

Once it was getting closer to the end, he found himself a little disappointed. He hoped that the song would magically grow in length and that they’d have more time to enjoy themselves on stage. All he knew was that he wanted to continue doing this. He hoped that giving his everything would pay off, since he wasn’t ready to stop experiencing this just yet. He wanted to carry on to the next round so he could do his best again, perform again, and make himself and others happy again. Later, he would know the verdict. He just really wanted it to be a good one.

You must up!

He had the very last line of the song, which felt impressive and bittersweet. It was over, so he found himself questioning everything. Did he do his best? Was this going to be enough? He had plenty of faith in his team, but soon it would be the moment of truth. He liked to believe that they did so well that they would all have wonderful feedback, he just hoped there weren’t any slip-ups that no one managed to catch. Everything was going to work out... he knew that much. He just hoped it would benefit all of dream.e, as well as Won...

Speaking of which, he still had his performance to view. It would be on a screen and not as good as watching him in person, but he still felt so much excitement. That’s when he realized that his boyfriend had just witnessed him perform, too... he hoped he liked it. He wanted him to feel proud of him... he hoped that he saw that all of the time away was worth it. They can overcome anything, right? Deal with hard situations and make the best of it? Look at the bright side? If this is the life that they wanted, then they’d have to be strong enough... he wouldn’t let any of this break him, and he was determined to keep it from breaking Won, too. They could do this, couldn’t they?

The answer is yes.

They have to.

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August 2020

Black Crown Initiate - Violent Portraits of Doomed Escape

Black Crown Initiate are one of those bands who have so much going for them in terms of their potential and so much about them on paper sounds like exactly the kind of thing I could nerd the hell out over, yet neither of the band’s previous two albums really made that connection with me or showed themselves to be anything other than respectful substitutes for albums like Cynic’s Focus, or Rivers of Nihil’s Where Owls Know My Name, or Opeth’s Watershed. Like The Wreckage of Stars and Selves We Cannot Forgive, Violent Portraits of Doomed Escape draws moments of exceptional strength from modern metalcore to produce a few highlights such as “Years in Frigid Light”, “Sun of War”, “Death Comes in Reverse”, and the closing solo of “Holy Silence”, but its awkward balancing of softer passages and smoother clean vocals just serves as a reminder of how easy Mikael Åkerfreldt makes it look. The band again certainly showcase what great talent they have and that they have the chops to hold their own with this sound, but until they take their compositional style beyond Soen-plus-death-metal, they will have a hard time escaping the shadows of the big names in their field.

6/10

Misery Signals - Ultraviolet

Misery Signals’ output has slowed with the NWOAHM it was borne from, but after only gracing the previous decade with a single full-length (2013’s ironically titled Absent Light) with members preoccupied with side projects, the band re-united its original line-up with long-absent vocalist Jesse Zaraska and a reignited commitment to the phased-out version of melodic metalcore that they sported at the movement’s height of cultural relevance. There are some bright spots of greater melodic vocals invigoration like “Some Dreams” and the quick “Through Vales of Blue Fire”, but Ultraviolet sounds as out of place in this decade as it would be obscured into the background fifteen years ago, serving less as a testament to the glory of 2000’s metalcore and more as a reminder of how saturated the movement became with recycled material.

5/10

Year of the Knife - Internal Incarceration

I missed out on it last year, but Year of the Knife put out their debut album, Ultimate Aggression, last February, a half-hour ripper of no-nonsense metalcore that embodies the current movement that has fixated on reinventing metalcore’s grooves while staying in line with its central aggression. While Ultimate Aggression indeed embodied its title thoroughly, I was hoping it would serve as a filling appetizer for the main course of the group’s sophomore album, Internal Incarceration. After such a promising debut, I have to say Internal Incarceration is a bit underwhelming. The band still flex their hardcore muscles to the point of bulging out of their t-shirts and provide plenty of slam-inducing groove, which there are a few especially good highlights of on “Nothing to Nobody” and the title track. Unlike the creative grooves Ultimate Aggression teased an expansion upon, Internal Incarceration is a more generic display of strength, which makes for this longer listen unfortunately much less exciting. It’ll still get the kids in the pit swinging and kicking once that gets re-instituted, but they sound more like your average local hardcore band who heard Knocked Loose than an up-and-coming powerhouse of the genre.

6/10

Mesarthim - Planet Nine & The Degenerate Era

I feel like such a fool for taking this long to catch on to the prolific Australian project Mesarthim, whose expansive catalog has been all over Bandcamp in the five years since the band’s first release, with this year’s The Degenerate Era being their fifth full-length and Planet Nine being their seventh EP! I may be late, but I made it to the party to see what Mesarthim is all about. I’ve seen a few bands on Bandcamp tag their sound with the “void metal” label, and of the bands I’ve heard, I’ve not really found it to mean much beyond atmospheric black metal with a bit of a space-related aesthetic associated with it, but after hearing Mesarthim, I can see now that this migh be a genuine sub-genre branch of ambient black metal, the subtle but fearless incorporation of shimmering, chime-like electronics and synthetic choral elements really does evoke the vastness of space and the divine wonder of the cosmos. And the band’s two-song EP release this year, Planet Nine, definitely captures that with its bright melodic progressions and expansive synthetic whirring. It’s definitely very atmosphere-based, very dependent on the lushness of the sounds, which are unfortunately hampered in a few of the softer spots by some messy production, but the band’s smooth transitions do help them make up for the flaws in production quality (which I’m amazed they haven’t ironed out this many albums in), and the fixation on gorgeous atmospheres and intentional transitions makes me strongly suspect they take some notes from fellow celestially themed black metal ambient innovators Alrakis.

7/10

Clocking in at around 44 minutes, The Degenerate Era isn’t that much longer than its EP co-release this year, nor is it all too disparate in style, although the band do dip into more traditionally heavy black metal territory here and there, but otherwise it’s lots of expansive synthetic orchestral elements, lots of spacy guitar-playing, and a pretty gutsy dose of the kind of electronics that would send any already-squirming black metal purist over the top into a full blown temper tantrum. The greater range of emotional diversity on this LP in comparison to Planet Nine puts it a little bit higher for me, although both have a similar appeal and are indeed definitely worth checking out.

7/10

In the Company of Serpants - LUX

In the Company of Serpants continue their culinary tinkering with the latest melting pot of metallic styles on LUX, stirring various chunks of 90’s New Orleans sludge, modern death metal a la Rivers of Nihil, and even late-80’s thrash into a broth of atmospheric post-metal (which serves as a gratifying climax specifically to the opening track, “The Fool’s Journey”) that may not be the most groundbreaking dish in the planet, but the freshness of whose ingredients and the skill of whose chefs comes through in the good consistency of the project. I liken it to a soup in that it’s based heavily on atmospheric post-metal and that it’s hard to get a bite of this album without it, and that there are various pieces of meatier genres in there usually popping in one spoonful at a time. Personally, it’s a soup I enjoy and one I think anyone who enjoys some dynamic post-metal or likes their atmospheric metal with a spiritual feel would enjoy.

7/10

Terminal Nation - Holocene Extinction

Terminal Nation are a five-piece from Little Rock, Arkansas who make their full-length debut through the excellent upstart curators 20 Buck Spin, and the band’s aptly titled debut meshes death and doom metal in a flurry more angrily condemning than the average record in the field, occasionally unable to keep from spiraling into grinding blasts of fury in their rage against the capitalism whose very design has oppressed so many and ushered in ecological catastrophe and a new wave of fascism. 2020 has made political commentators out of many, and Terminal Nation are not shy about where they stand and where they place the blame for our world’s ills, targeting the military industrial complex on “Death for Profit”, for-profit medicine on “Caskets of the Poor”, and capitalism as a whole on “Master Plan”. Despite the songs being easily stylistically categorized, the band refuse to let one hybrid genre label define them as a whole, exuding old-school grindcore through filthier guitar tones on songs like “Thirst to Burn” and “Leather Envy”, while slower tracks like “Cognitice Dissonance” and “Expired Utopia” opt for a slow roast kind of scorched Earth, borrowing the occasional nasty metalcore breakdown along the way. Covering a relatively wide range of styles and an array of apocalyptic topics, Holocene Extinction is as blunt in its delivery instrumentally as it is lyrically, and it hits as hard as an album of its nature should, setting this band up on a great start. Fight on!

8/10

Krallice - Mass Cathexis

Already the eight LP for New York’s prolific black metal experimentalists, Mass Cathexis finds the ordinarily forward-thinking band at a loss for major ideas beyond doubling down on he technicality of their sound to the point of stepping on a few of the land mines in the techdeath minefield. They still work in plenty their of their usual progressive song structuring and cerebral atmosphere, and I do enjoy it enough, but I know Krallice can do better than this. And I’m sure they will, and it’ll probably be pretty damn soon too.

6/10

Drouth - Excerpts from a Dread Liturgy

On their sophomore effort through Translation Loss Records, Portland-based quartet Drouth dress up their abundant competence with the basics of blackened death metal as a grander artistic statement than it really is with five epic, yet dragging, showy, yet shallow songs of rather generic material for the genre. I respect the band’s commitment and I give them credit for the performative abilities they showcase on their second album, but I can’t pretend to be wildly excited about 40 minutes of run-of-the-mill blackened death metal.

6/10

Faceless Burial - Speciation

This is the second full-length record from Melbourne three-piece Faceless Burial who have kept a pretty steady pace after their first demo release in 2015 and their independent full-length debut in 2017. Released through Dark Descent Records, Speciation is a refinement of the blunt, bellowing death metal that the band presented on their debut. Packed with delicious low-register guitar riffs, rumbly bass lines, and manic blast beats, Speciation is a candid portrait of much of what makes modern death metal what it is, and what makes it so delicious even looking up at its top tiers. I think Faceless Burial could certainly one day reach those top tiers, and Speciation is a strong step in that direction.

7/10

Avatar - Hunter Gatherer

Swedish quintet Avatar are nothing if not creative, and their decision to go all-in on the circus-freak aesthetic seems to have catalyzed the wildness with which they reimagine and remold melodic death metal. And they’ve certainly been actively prolific over the past decade that saw their emergence into the spotlight, releasing consistently every two years, and they’re right on time this year with Hunter Gatherer. Coming off of the bombastic tale of 2018’s Avatar Country and knowing that the band have a penchant for concept albums, I was eager to see what Hunter Gatherer’s might be, and while there’s no connective narrative, the album generally sticks to a theme of gazing into a chaotic future. The sensational Swedes kick off this year’s effort with its most uncharacteristically generic display, the standard melodeath “Silence in the Age of Apes”, but the album doesn’t take long at all to get to Avatar’s usual extravaganza as the second track, “Colossus”, immediately kicks of with a punctuated siren wail and from the get-go you know you’re in for a ride, and the track’s swaggering mid-tempo march is headbanging as fuck. Oh the invigorating melody just keeps coming too; “A Secret Door” balances alternative rock’s soaring triumph with the natural tendencies toward that feeling from melodeath. The song “Child” captures Avatar’s essential traits with its risky stage-production sway, its soaring chorus, and it’s rumbling low-tuned foundation that all serve the band’s grand ambition in spectacular fashion, and the subsequent “Justice” only soars even higher from there with its palm-muted-backed chorus and Johannes Eckerström’s absolutely fist-raising vocal melody. And the Swedes keep the high-stakes moves coming with the grippingly candid piano balladry of “Child”. As with every Avatar release, though, there are some songs that don’t fly over so well, but only two out of the ten. The band’s switch into half-measured seven-stringed eccentricity on “God of Sick Dreams” is just one of the moments that feels like it could have been a bigger display of creativity, while “Scream Until You Wake” is a clumsily cheesy collision of melodic heavy metal and arena butt rock that unfortunately puts the band’s theatricality in a bad light. The album finishes on two powerful notes, though, with the quick thrash of “When All But Force Has Failed” that immediately reminded me of Bullet for My Valentine’s “Waking the Demon”, and the epic eight-stringed cinematic finale of wormhole. While I still may not have been in love with an Avatar album from start to finish, I still look forward to reviewing their music whenever they have a new album out because even if not everything they do on a particular record, the group’s zealous drive to put on a good show always yields an eccentric and exciting track list and the enthusiasm the band has for whatever imagination it is they’re realizing comes through in their performances. So even if there are a few acts during the show that don’t dazzle me personally, I stay for the whole performance because there’s never a dull moment, and there really is nothing else like it, and Hunter Gatherer has proven sticking around to be worthwhile, because the band have struck their most consistent effort yet, and one I can say I really do love as a whole even with its momentary flaws.

8/10

Moloken - Unveilance of Dark Matter

This came out way earlier in the year, but this is the fourth full-length album from Sweden’s version of Ulcerate, Moloken. I totally kid with how reductive I’m being there, but I mean that comparison as a compliment because Ulcerate are one of death metal’s most interesting acts at the moment and their album this year definitely bolsters their already-high reputation for post-death metal alchemy, and I’d say Moloken’s new album this year showcases how they perform similar sonic sorcery with the vile, grungy sounds of old-school sludge metal, transforming the heroin-intoxicated street babblings of depression into a cleaner, progressive form. And while some of that hyper-perceptible mental anguish is suppressed in that evolution, there’s still enough vibrant torment there inthe clangy bass lines and the yowling screams of agony underneath the layers of more complex, heavy, and modernized instrumentation. I think the song “Hollow Caress” probably highlights the span of older and newer sludge elements on this album best out of the tracks here, but really this whole album is an enthralling window into the spasms of the tormented psyche that might look all too familiar.

8/10

Ingested - Where Only Gods May Tread

Ingested cook up nearly 50 minutes of crusty blackened death metal similar to that of Ancst with a punchy deathcore edge a la Despised Icon or Venom Prison on Where Only Gods May Tread, and for as predictable as the results are, they do pack a solid punch that presents the rhythmic battery of deathcore as a worthy tool of death metal aggression rather than a purist-discredited development. And the band have even tapped a few members of the new and old guards to endorse their metallic campaign through collaboration; Crowbar’s Kirk Windstein joins in on the sludgy barn burner “Another Breath”, while hardcore advocates Matt Honeycutt and Vincent Bennett contribute their talents as well. While it’s, again, not the most groundbreaking of releases, Ingested certainly get the job done satisfactorily beyond what any reasonable purist could gripe about.

6/10

Thou - A Primer of Holy Words

After dropping their compilation of Nirvana covers just a few months prior, Thou hit us again with another compilation of cover songs they’ve done over the years that exemplifies their greater aptitude for the cover song when it comes to styles closer to their wheelhouse like the hardcore punk of Minor Threat and Born Against and the doom metal of Black Sabbath as opposed to the lo-fi grunge of Nirvana, though the band still insist on trying their hand at sludgifying a couple of 90’s grunge classics on a misguided cover of Alice in Chains’ “No Excuses” and Soundgarden’s “Fourth of July”. Like Blessings of the Highest Order, A Primer of Holy Words more or less just runs all the songs on it through a Thou processor to churn out a rather homogeneous mush of sludgy cover material out the other end. It’s a more complimentary batch of songs to the machine the band puts the songs through than the Nirvana covers were, but it’s not something that revolutionizes the originals or outshines Thou simply doing their own thing enough to have me itching to return to it.

5/10

Halestorm - Reimagined

Halestorm take all the punch out of their best hits like “I Get Off”, “I Miss the Misery”, and “Mz. Hyde” in this unnecessarily partially stripped back, partially minimally electronic remix/re-recorded EP of their gutsy modern hard rock catalogue, along with a passable cover of Whitney Houston’s classic “I Will Always Love You”. The unplugged mix of these songs spotlights Lzzy Hale’s booming voice even more than usual, but, again, unnecessarily removes her from her most fitting and supportive context. The neutering of the songs’ instrumental rock swagger to back Hale’s attitude-rich vocal delivery has mostly unfavorable results, the still-vibrant swoon of “I Miss the Misery” coming out the most unscathed, but the most butcherd of the bunch has to be the band’s most storied hit, “I Get Off”, which is about as lifeless as re-dos get. Honestly, the only point I can imagine the band attributed to this project would be the center Hale’s already very centralized voice, which is, not to be a broken record here, just unnecessary. I doubt it was her actual motive, but it’s like she didn’t want anyone else around her sounding good too, so she could stand out better. But more likely it was just another poorly conceived misfire of an acoustic EP of many, not the first or last of its kind. Perhaps my sharp distaste for this one is the impressive display Breaking Benjamin showed on their acoustic re-do album earlier this year.

3/10

Batushka - Raskol

Despite being lambasted as frauds by most fans of the original incarnation of the band after the legally-backed and Metal Blade-released Hospodi was embarrassed by the rushed, but clearly more artistically sound, Панихида (Panihida) from Krystov Drabikowski’s unofficial version of the Batushka project, and more or less exposed as such through the side-by-side release of the two albums, Bartłomiej Krysiuk’s version of Batushka still managed to strike a deal with Witching Hour Productions to release more material this year. I reviewed both Batushka projects last year and despite Drabikowski’s album feeling a bit rushed due to the circumstances of its release, it still blew Hospodi out of the water. Whereas Krystov’s album captured the aesthetic and compositional essence of the seminal Batuska debut, Bart’s album sounded like a generic blackgaze imitation of the real thing, which put the debate to rest for me and most of the Batushka fan base as to who was the deserving artist of the Batushka name. Nevertheless, Bart is giving it another go with the Batushka project in an attempt to earn back the trust he squandered amid the feud that boiled over last year. Biting off a smaller piece of material this time with the modest half-hour slab of Raskol, Bart actually does refine his craft to a slightly more respectable level after shamelessly pimping the band’s name out last year. Fans embroiled in the feud on Krystov’s side seem to forget that even if he wasn’t the driving force of the band, Bart was a part of Batushka from the start and for a long time, so it’s not really that outlandish or surprising that he would actually get better at doing the Batushka thing. While it does still lean on standard shoegaze elements to bide time when Bart’s imagination (or whoever he might have brought on to assist him this time around) runs dry, Raskol is a vast improvement on the cheap, inauthentic-sounding Hospodi, feeling like a much more believable part of the Batushka canon. I still understand fans’ skepticism of the validity of Bart’s incarnation of the Batushka project and I myself still don’t feel totally comfortable lending my full support to a man who hasn’t done much to contest the allegations of unethical actions against him. If this is to be the legal version of Batushka, so be it, at least it’s a little more believable now.

6/10

Primitive Man - Immersion

Denver’s Primitive Man have been the poster child for gargantuan, muscular death-sludge-doom for their entire career, whether it be on their various splits and collaborations or on their full-length projects. The band have played around with harsh noise as a supplement to their absolutely merciless core metallic sound, especially on the lengthy demo, P//M, but the hulk-powered trio have largely kept their main projects free of bells and whistles, which has certainly not led them astray. The band’s 2013 debut album, Scorn, was a sweat-inducing warm-up of direct, no-nonsense, hate-filled sludge metal, and the band quite literally doubled down on it on 2017’s 77-minute Caustic, whose undeniably captivating and fearsome ferocity and tapped so simply yet so tangibly into the core ethos of metal music in this day and age made it one of my favorite albums of that year. This year, the band trimmed it back to six songs clocking in at just 36 minutes, and despite its relative shortness, Immersion spends its time savoring the band’s doom at its usual slow-burning pace. Aside from the noisy two-minute interlude, “∞”, Immersion is another unyielding slab of the vibrantly hateful doom metal that made Caustic such a monolithic album. Despite its being built similarly to it predecessor, Immersion’s half-length feels like a half measure, checking all the boxes, but not really giving the band enough time to vary up their very thick but very homogeneous style except for the harsh noise interlude and the anticipatory buildup of “Entity”. The band are definitely powerful enough to doom-slam their way to finishing the mission though, and Immersion is by no means a failure to showcase that raw power.

7/10

Atramentus - Stygian

Donning your funeral doom metal debut album with a Mariusz Lewandowski art piece after 2017 is a pretty gutsy move in at least that it immediately draws comparisons to Bell Witch’s masterful Mirror Reaper, yet that is the first move Atramentus have opted to take (plus it’s not like a hundred other bands haven’t commissioned the Polish surrealist since then), but they were a bet that 20 Buck Spin has had no problem pitching in to for the Québec-based band’s long-awaited emergence onto the scene. The band’s sudden arrival with a sole release deceptively suggests they are a super new act, but the project has been on the shelves of vocalist/guitarist Philippe Tougas since 2012, who composed the album and kept it in the vault until 2018 (perhaps inspired as many of us were by Mirror Reaper) to finally record it. Stygian is a less melancholic doom metal album than a first impression of the cover might suggest given how many bands have adopted much of Mirror Reaper’s aesthetics. Instead, the debut album’s three tracks offer a refreshingly frightful mix of thundering, mega-chambered drums, Halloween-ish organ hums, dark ambient echoes, and deep rumbling growls and augmented throat chants that are similarly hellish, but also divinely ceremonial hums and emotive soloing during the last of the three movements that serve to maintain the vastness the album invokes. Indeed, the third song (which is half of the album’s length) rolls back some of the menace in favor of some more familiar mournfulness. And of course, this is all delivered at an absolutely tortoise-ish pace as is the key feature of the genre (save for the final burst of blast beats three minutes before the album ends), and of course it can very easily be reductively summed up as a condensed version of Four Phantoms or Mirror Reaper but I really do think Stygian will stand out from the largely homogeneous doom metal crop for what it does do differently with its more ominous elements and hopefully inspire Atramentus to stay active.

8/10

Innumerable Forms - Despotic Rule

The Boston five-piece are back with a two-track demo after a smashing debut in 2018 that captured the vile sludgy doom of Primitive Man and the adrenaline of brutal death metal. The first song on this year’s short offering, “Philosophical Collapse”, explodes out of the gate with deathly quick pace and fury until like a fatigued distance runner after a minute-long burst of speed, it succumbs to doomed sluggishness for the bulk of its runtime. The second and titular track is based on a slower Iommi-esque doom riff that slowly takes the modernized sounds of Sabbath into thrashy territory over the course of its nearly five-minute runtime. Both songs capture the aggressive doom at the heart of Innumerable Forms’ sound that made me love Punishment in Flesh so much, and I hope these songs are at least a sign of what is to come from the band.

Innumerable/10

Unleash the Archers - Abyss

I feel like for power metal especially, putting out a boring record can be worse than an incompitent or poorly executed album, and Unleash the Archers definitely provide strong support that with Abyss, whose moments of mild euphoria (which is an extremely generous description) are much too few and far between the slog of totally formulaic and under-delivered melodic autofill. Vocalist Brittany Hayes showcases her capacity for power metal drama on the epic “The Wind That Shapes the Land”, which only makes her utterly bland, zero-effort delivery across the rest of album that much more offensive. Yeah, I’ll keep it short and keep myself from going too in on this album, because, yeah it’s just boring, which is a massive and avoidable mistake to fulfill an easy baseline requirement for power metal, which, to me, is grounds for failure.

3/10

Incantation - Sect of Vile Divinities

Good ol’ Incantation are back with another 45 minutes of doomy death metal, the likes of Ossuarium, for example, have harped on, which, to give a ratio for clarity, is like 80/20 death/doom. Definitely more death metal gusto than doom metal void-gazing to avoid that pitfall of lethargy, the trade-off for this clearly minimally ambitious album being the numerous pitfalls of death metal. Sect of Vile Divinities definitely gets the job done and it’s sometimes pretty savory along the way, but it’s definitely not an above-average slab of meat from this particular slaughterhouse.

5/10

Kolossus - The Line of the Border

Kolossus is the one-man atmospheric black metal project of Genoa-based creator “Helliminator”, who released this debut LP back in March to relative silence. And with how saturated bedroom ambient black metal is, I get how easy it is for things to get lost in the weeds, but for anyone who stumbles upon this one, it’s definitely a good few leagues above your typical atmospheric black metal release, and Satanath Records did well to catch wind of Kolossus after the independent split release with Manon in 2018. The Line of the Border is a confidently dynamic record whose fluidity in its shifts from acoustic melancholy to post-metal sludge and somber, yet seething, black metal agony showcases Helliminator’s and his collaborators’ compositional ability. It’s a hard album to sum up, and that’s a good thing for an album in a field so easy to reductively describe.

7/10

Humavoid - Lidless

Lidless is the patiently-awaited sophomore album from Finnish four-piece Humavoid, who’s 2014 independent debut album caught the attention of up-and-coming German label Noble Demon through its bold, progressive approach to experimental death metal that, when even just competently executed, gives off such a naturally heady vibe. But Humavoid are not about taking the path of least resistance and not about just creating the appearance of innovation with metal music, and their second record’s thrilling firestorm of Meshuggah-influenced djenty jaggedness that puts Veil of Maya and Jinjer to shame and jazzy eccentricity that fires a warning shot past Imperial Triumphant in the larger-than-life swirl of sounds that would make Devin Townsend cream his britches make for quite the decisive statement. Lidless may be comprised of very familiar ingredients, but the compositonal ingenuity the band wield and the constant headlong drive into the unknown make the combination of sounds on this album. The frightful, falling-stalactite-feeling piano-playing and synth work especially keep the mood of the album ever-shifting and the rest of the band excitedly on their toes, along with anyone hearing their overachieving madness. This is definitely one of the year’s best, and I am so eager to see what lies ahead for Humavoid.

9/10

Expander - Neuropunk Boostergang

Of the bands partaking in this past decade’s thrash metal revival Austin, Texas’ Expander are one of the less hokey, more serious-sounding bands to emerge recently, but of the handful of (2) EPs the band have released and the debut they put out in 2017, nothing the band has done has really sounded any alarms in my ears that they might be one of the bigger movers of the genre in the coming, now-current decade. Reliable underground curators Profound Lore and little-guy-supporter producer Kurt Ballou, though, disagree with my doubt in the band’s potential and have backed their sophomore release here, Neuropunk Boostergang. Harnessing some industrial elements and aggressive shouting that hearkens to American Head Charge and labelmates Lord Mantis and angular riffing reminiscent of both nasty sludge metal and crossover thrash with a more futuristic technicality, Neuropunk Boostergang is definitely a significant step up from Endless Computer, and an album that finds the band zeroed in on an attractive sonic identity. Not many thrash albums beckon the descriptor of atmospheric, and if so it’s certainly more of a generous way of saying it’s boring and blends into the background. Yet Neuropunk Boostergang manages to touch on meditative chords with its immersive and fascinating take on thrash metal, forward-thinking and avant-garde with an early version of the genre that most bands think simplistically to nostalgia-trip over. I wouldn’t have backed Expander to put out anything of major value based on their entire back catalog, and I wouldn’t have guessed that they would actually carve out a little niche for themselves to really blossom in. But the gnarly Texans (and Profound Lore) have proven me wrong in my favorite way with my favorite thrash release of the year.

8/10

Seether - Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum

Seether have not been doing so well, at least creatively, for the past several years, their last album before this one, Poison the Parish, being a completely unmemorable late-career display of the creative dryness within the band and the expiry of the post-grunge they capitalized in the early 2000’s. Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum is not a full return to form, but it is a step in the right direction that the band desperately needed, which just comes from more meticulous songwriting this time around. The opening track “Dead and Done” is an energetic and vibrant start to the album and “Beg” revisits that “Fuck It” type of energy that the band need to embrace more frequently, while the silky “Wasteland” adds a scoop of Deftones’ shoegazy guitar work and captures the emotive potency that makes post-grunge so appealing when it’s at its best. The swinging “Bruised and Bloodied” offers a taste of the wackier side of Seether, while the more traditionally grungy “Pride Before the Fall” shows just how much the band appreciate Alice in Chains, and they actually help diversify the largely dragging energy of the album. Indeed, the bulk of the album is still unfortunately rut-entrenched filler that could have been better trimmed. It’s passable filler, but it just means that this album is still one that I’ll only be partially returning to to visit its best tracks.

6/10

Powerman 5000 - The Noble Rot

I have never been too big on electro industrialist project Powerman 5000, which wouldn’t even make a B-team picked by frontman Spider One’s own big brother Rob Zombie. My introduction to them was through their 2009 album, Somewhere in the Other Side of Nowhere, an astonishingly character-less and generic caricature of the industrial metal Zombie so exuberantly champions. The band have their better projects like Tonight the Stars Revolt!, but nothing they’ve put out so far has really ever convinced me that I should be paying them more attention. This year’s The Noble Rot is a pretty non-offensive outing, but also typically devoid of imagination. Not to stoke sibling rivalry that’s not there or anything, but it’s like if Rob Zombie were trying really hard not to upset suburban parents from the 90’s. It’s a lot less butt-rocking than the band have shown they can be at their worst, and it’s overall passably listenable. The metropolitan swagger of “Black Lipstick” is a notable highlight where Spider One’s sultry delivery actually works in the track’s favor. But unfortunately there really aren’t any other significant positives to speak of, and listenable is about as kind of a thing as I can say about this album.

4/10

Gulch - Impenetrable Cerebral Fortress

San Jose’s Gulch definitely get points for their all-out work ethic and for leaving everything on the stage or studio, but the band’s sophomore effort this year simply echoes the same need for continued growth that their debut did. The group’s exaggerated but still-maturing take on hardcore punk is thrilling in the short moment it occupies, but entirely forgettable.

5/10

Venomous Concept - Politics Versus the Erection

Like Gulch, Venomous Concept definitely get points for the effort they pour into their very similar brand of aggressive, off-the-wall hardcore punk, but theirs turns out to be another similar case of too little of that effort directed toward really arranging their outlash in an efficient way. It works for the stages and getting kids kicking in the pits that aren’t around anymore for the time being, but only at that baseline level that all good punk music in this vein does. Unfortunately, there’s simply not enough creativity in this project, or traditional punk ethos done exceptionally well for me to be all too enthused about it.

5/10

John Petrucci - Terminal Velocity

Show-off.

7/10

Pain of Salvation - Panther

A lack of ambition has never been a weakness for Swedish prog zealots Pain of Salvation, who love biting off sometimes a bit more than they can chew with their consistently lengthy and overly galaxy-brained concept albums. I definitely respect the massive inspiration the band always seem to tap into and I find them quite capable of fulfilling their creative mission more often than being too heady for their own good. The band do insist on integrating a perplexing degree of early 2000’s nu metal into their sound, and including some rapped verses that seem like a quota they just have to check for some reason. And Panther is, for the most part, another solid display of talents from Pain of Salvation, whose impressive compositional prog chops do more than enough to obscure the odder choices that pop up here and there.

8/10

Ulver - Flowers of Evil

I don’t know why but for some reason I thought Ulver’s venture into synthwave was a one-day stop before they moved on to whatever was next for them. I wasn’t expecting the genre-polyamorous visionaries to make another album in the same synth-y new wave vein as 2017’s The Assassination of Julius Caesar, yet Flowers of Evil is an unexpected and welcome sequel to an album that opened up a whole new avenue of sultry smoothness for the band, and it’s just as cool as it’s predecessor. Are Ulver the new Depesche Mode? I don’t know, if they are, I’m okay with that.

8/10

Necrot - Mortal

Necrot are a recently established trio from Oakland, California who have certainly generated a lot of buzz around their sophomore LP release here since their announcing it a few months ago. I mean I saw memes about the cover relating to coming home and taking off your pants or bra after a long day back in July. The band’s straightforwardly deathly 2017 debut, Blood Offerings, certainly didn’t seem to drum up too much hype around the time of its release, but the band are certainly releasing Mortal this time around to quite a captive audience, and after all the anticipation for their second album, Necrot show the world that can definitely play some death metal. Honestly, I went into this with a pretty open mind and eager to see what Mortal would be al about for the new group with the spotlight on them, but apart from a more old-school approach to riff-writing that does indeed come as a breath of fresh air in today’s death metal landscape, I don’t really see what else about it is such a big deal. I’m not saying there aren’t some tasty grooves or even a good few attention-grabbing solos on here, but I really don’t get what the death metal world is getting all hot and bothered about for this album beyond its checking off all the usual boxes and maybe doing a little smoke and mirrors to present themselves like a modern incarnation of Death or Morbid Angel. I mean I like it as much as, if not a little bit more than, any other average death metal project and I really do like what they band are doing with vintage riffs in this context, but I just don’t see what it’s doing with the very typical elements of the genre that it employs so much better than their average contemporaries that’s ramped up such astronomical hype.

7/10

Pig Destroyer - The Octagonal Stairway

Probably the EP I have been the most pumped for, it’s nice to hear some new Pig Destroyer not so long after their 2018 release, Head Cage, which took some getting used to for me, but I can say I regard it pretty highly as a step toward a more full-bodied sound for the band. I mean they’ve never been short on the shrapnel-spraying volatility needed to wholly carry a project, their groundbreaking creativity with the building blocks of grindcore setting them at the top of their field to look down at the grindcore masses far far below, and J. R. Hayes’ impressive poetic lyricism being a hefty bonus, and Head Cage wasn’t really that big of a stylistic departure for them apart from adopting the sound pallet of their contemporaries. The Octagonal Stairway is definitely more of an interim project for the time being, the first three tracks continuing the band’s mass-building with their sound; they’re as hard-hitting and representative of Pig Destroyer as any song off Head Cage, the title track in particular. I can grant to the pickiest Pig Destroyer Fan that there still isn’t as much slasher-film gore being invoked through samples of such, overtly grotesque lyricism, or scraping guitar tones that mimic the sharping of rusty bone saws. The last 14 minutes of the 25-minute EP are consumed by sample-driven ambient industrial music that the group have definitely had more creative and immersive experiments with. The 11-minute closer, “Sound Walker”, has its flashes of cool industrial manipulation, but given how high Pig Destroyer have set the bar for their ventures into this kind of territory with the cinematic horror of Natasha and even Mass & Volume, this massive track, while a respectable slab of industrial noise ambiance that flows as well as the aforementioned projects, lacks that narrative immersion and grandeur the band have shown to harness so well to bolster their music. For what handful of their talent the band offer here, it’s just enough to remind us of their immense prowess and that they’re still there, watching, waiting.

7/10

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katestinyliving · 7 years ago

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I have been so behind on creating this post. This past week has been so hard for me for multiple reasons. None of which I’m specifically comfortable going on a public level about so for the sake of privacy and sanity, I’m keeping it private. I’ve had a lot of highs and a lot of lows. A lot of “talk downs” from Tristan, my parents, and Asa. It’s so dangerously close to Christmas, and I’ve been overwhelmed by to-do lists, anxiety, and fear.

Needless to say, crying is my new thing. Waterproof mascara is my beauty essential. I don’t think there’s a foundation in the world created to withstand the floodgate that is attached to my face, so I don’t even try.

I’ve been afraid of not getting my to-do list done by a deadline. Which is a big one for me. I am a planner. I like lists. I like checking things off and moving forward. But to be honest and 100% transparent I’ve had fear of not making enough money to be able to afford finishing the house or being able to afford a wedding… Etc. And by wedding, I’m not meaning some elaborate thing. I want simple. I want stress free. Anything flashy, showy, or that REMOTELY sounds like it could cause me any stress or drama is out. I don’t want it. And all of that goes for my house too. I just want zero drama.

And in reality I know the money is there. I know it will come. I’ve been diligent, praying, and asking for God to send me work and to help me recognize the opportunities He brings my way and to have wisdom with those opportunities. And He does. I know God provides because He has been providing for me every step of the way. I could tell you THOUSANDS of wild stories where God’s provided for me. But all of that is easier said than believed when you’re going through the thick of it and you’re hearing all these voices of discouragement in your head saying, “It ain’t gonna happen. How’s this gonna happen? You’re gonna finish your house, and get married within 5 months? HA!”

Isn’t it wild how God can do amazing things for us, and then when stress hits again, in that moment we sometimes totally forget how amazing and capable He is? Or is it just me? Cause I lose my mind and turn into an blubbering idiot, almost every time it feels like.

This does not mean I am labeled a doubter. This does not mean I don’t trust Him. This does mean I am human. This does mean I have struggles. This does mean I am learning and growing. And this does mean I am a child of the King.

Even Jesus himself in the garden of Gethsemane struggled! God himself in the form of man wept and had so much agony from stress, he sweat BLOOD. Jesus Christ experienced hematidrosis while praying in the garden of Gethsemane before his crucification. That is insane.

“And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.” Luke 22:44

So I think if anyone understands my humanity, the battle of overcoming it, and needing help from the Father, it would be Jesus.

When you walk through the fire with Him… stuff gets real. FAST. And any honest, true believer, devoted, loving Christian worth their salt will tell you that it’s not all peaches and cream walking with Jesus. There’s a whole lot of humility, fear, and worry with learning to trust God. Even when He’s done miraculous things in the past, and you KNOW He will be right there with you through the fire again… It’s hard. And because it’s hard, doesn’t make you any more or less of a Christian. It just means where your at is hard. It’s growing pains. The process is hard. The journey is hard and it’s harder when you don’t include Jesus in your journey, or when you forget that He wants to be included in your journey. So we have to constantly invite Him into our situations and say, “Okay God. I’m here. Here is this thing. Help me to surrender. Help me to learn and to trust You during this time. It sucks and I hate it, but here’s where I’m at with it. Help me.”

But anyways, I’m getting off topic. I never started this post with the intention of getting that deep into my personal walk with Christ or being that transparent about it.

Maybe I will make a blog post going in-depth about it and about all the drama I have going on in my head, but I really want to get to the details of Construction Saturday.

Anywayssss…

This post is about last week’s Construction Saturday. Last Saturday I woke up to Daddy revving a chainsaw outside of my window getting ready to cut a tree down. This tree has been looking crazy dangerous and shady now for years, and we were all starting to get paranoid it was going to fall on someone’s vehicle(especially Asa’s), so the day finally came for it to come down.

Asa couldn’t be there that morning because he’s been having to work Saturdays lately. Which is sad, because I miss him terribly and it’s something I’ve been trying hard to gracefully adjust to. Plus it’s difficult because he’s genuinely a God-send when it comes to construction. I’m insanely proud of him. His long arms, strength, persistence, level-head, and height seriously helps SO much on construction days. And he has a calming presence for me, and I need that because I’m everything but calm. Plus he’s really good at following instructions, which is a trait I feel like is in short supply these days.

But instead of going all out on the house first thing that morning, Tony, Mama, and I decided to help Daddy clear the driveway. Which I enjoyed a lot. It was fun working as a team doing something different. And then afterwards, to my surprise, Daddy stayed that Saturday and helped us build the house. He’s usually doing ministry work or running his business, so it’s a lucky day when he can help me work on my house. Which was a God-send because he’s incredible at building things and the more fellas around with the muscle and the know-how, the better.

One thing that I think I really underestimated when I said I wanted to build my house was my own muscle strength.

I am not very strong in the arms. I’m not exactly weak, but it is not as easy for me to lift things like I thought it would be. If this house teaches me anything at all, I think it’s that: I need help. A lot of help. I CAN NOT do this by myself.

And that’s okay. That’s where the true blessing comes in. That’s where true love comes in.

I’m thankful for my crew and for everyone that has helped me with this house. We’re not out of the woods with it yet, but we are getting closer every time we work together. And everyday, despite whatever crippling emotion I’m having at the time from all the stress, I know God’s in it. I know He’s teaching me. I know it’s gonna work out. It might not be my timing, but it will be His and that’s all that matters.

Be sure to hover over my photos or click on them. I’m gonna add some captions so you know what is going on. And if you’re curious about my photography at all you can follow me here, and here, and look here at my website.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful season of Christmas despite whatever stressful circumstances you may be facing right now. Jesus loves you. I love you. We care about you and I am praying for you. Whomever you are reading this, you matter to me and I am praying for you.

Merry Christmas.

-Katie

This is right after the tree was cut down. Tony is inspecting it, while Daddy is cutting it up into movable pieces.

Tony always brings some kind of dessert to every event. He’s gonna make me fat, and I’m trying to get married. This is not the ideal situation, but it is a tasty one.

Close up of Daddy.

Cool angles. Yaknow. All about them angles.

This is Tony and Daddy making the best of the scrap pieces I had left over for the siding. Our goal was to trim out the windows and put siding on the windows.

I think you know what’s happening here.

Another angle of Daddy and Tony.

Man and his chainsaw. He cut up at least two other big old bushes that day. Daddy says it a dangerous time when a man buys a new chainsaw. Everything gets cut. This chainsaw isn’t new though, but I think the point is still there.

Biscuits Mama made for us! She keeps me going strong and happy. I love her so so so much!

Chalk line to keep things square!

Mama with a fancy dewalt finishing nailer. Us Weeks girls know about our tools and how to use them. I’m thankful for a Mama that has never let fear hold her back, as far as I know. Which has helped me and Tristan tremendously in having that “I can do anything I put my mind to” attitude. And forget about the whole gender thing. My whole life I knew I was just as good as a guy, thanks to my parents. When your born with no brothers, chores have no gender role. It’s “Girls! Do this. Do that!” Haha!

Daddy seeing if this piece of scrap will be long enough to cover the window.

Tony and Mama figuring out the measurements for the first window.

First window trim, done!

Holding the tape for Daddy.

Tony measuring to see the length of the glass I need to order for my stained glass Moon Phase window that Reflecting Light Stained Glass Studios will be making for me. I love custom pieces! https://www.reflectinglightstainedglass.com

Second window trimmed and finished!

Miter saws make life 100% more efficient and easier.

Third window finished! This is also my favorite window.

Mama working on taking apart the temporary table we made for the miter saw.

Wider angle, so you can see more of the house.

p.s. Please know that if someone else had the camera this day you would have seen me telling Tony to get off the ladder many times. Haha! I love him. He’s a crazy hard worker! I’m proud of my friend and could not have dreamed of a better person to learn from. Tony is a God-send. 100%!

12.16.17 | Tiny House Construction Saturday I have been so behind on creating this post. This past week has been so hard for me for multiple reasons.

#building #construction #georgia #Home #House #Kates Tiny Living #Katie Weeks Photo #team work #Tiny House #Tiny living

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Pinnder - Swapweek

Tagging: Noah Puckerman and Ryder Lynn Ft. Finn Hudson

When: August 01, 2020

Content: Puck submits to both Ryder and Finn, then they have a threesome.

Ryder:

Ryder had been looking forward to this threesome since had been arranged — he feels like it’s been too long since he last had one and after his time with Finn the other day he was definitely needy for the other boy again. He had no idea what Puck was like, naked, hard and desperate but he was sure it was a good look on him, too. Plus he was extremely up for it which was always attractive to Ryder. The three of them are sat in the living room after spending the day together, just chilling, throwing a football around, it has been fun. Now it was time to have the real fun. He rubs his hands together and smiles at the two of them. “So me and Finn discussed double penetration, with you wearing a cock ring, and I wanted to throw some spanking into that. What do you think?” he asks Puck. He knows Finn is nervous but he’s sure the submissive will speak up if anything gets too much for him. Trust is important and he has to trust the both of them. “And do you both want to tell me your safe-word, please? Mines cowboy,” he advises with ease. @Finn & Roxie (Kelly) @Puck/Adam/Ross (Meg)

Puck:

Puck was sure this was gonna the best time he had all week and he excited for it and after learning how much Finn had actually done made him feel that his friend would be able to handle this and though he had only seen a glimpse of Ryder a few times. He could say the guy was attractive. He was sat back on the couch after their game watching the two run around and getting, hot and only worked to peak his curiosity at what the guys had been planning for them three then raised his brow as Ryder began to speak biting his bottom lip before looking between Ryder to Finn and smiled to his friend before he nodded. "I think that sounds like it's going to be fuckin' hot, is what,Sheriff" He smirked then as he asked for his safeword he nodded. "You got it, Mine is Eggo." He answered. @Finn & Roxie (Kelly)

Finn:

Finn was a little nervous about doing this with Ryder and Puck. He was excited too, but he found that as the scenes started and he grew more relaxed he would become less nervous. At least that’s what had happened every other time he had done a scene on this island. Finn was close with both Puck and Ryder though and trusted them. He knew they wouldn’t make him do anything that he didn’t want. They had had a great day hanging out together and this day was turning into one of his favorite days this week. Finn looked over at Ryder as he was explaining and then to Puck to see his reaction. This was something Finn had never done before, but he liked trying new things and exploring. He smiled hearing that Puck was down for this. They were going to have a good time. “Mine’s quarterback,” he said as they exchanged safe words. “So, where do we wanna do this? Right here?” He asked looking to Ryder.

Ryder:

Ryder smirks when Puck says he’s into the idea. “Good to know, and Sheriff sounds even better when I hear it out loud,” he muses. “Eggo,” he repeats once Puck has told him his safe-word and then he repeats “Quarterback,” when Finn says his. He hopes neither of them have to say if, he wouldn’t want this to be a bad experience for them — he would much prefer this to enjoyable for all of them involved. “Where do you want to do it? Where are you going to be comfortable doing it?” he asks. He’d do it anywhere, personally, outside, in front of everyone, in a shower, in the bed, he doesn’t care in all honesty. “We can move to a bedroom if you prefer that. I’m good with what you guys are good with,” he assures them.

Puck:

Puck chuckled at Ryder's reaction to his title to him. "Hm, well I certainly can't wait for you to hear how it sounds as I beg." He winked to him and then turned his attention to Finn as he told them his safe word. Puck gave him an amused look at Finn's safeword very fitting but he was hopeful that they wouldn't need it. "I can honestly have sex anywhere and I'll be comfortable." Puck smiled at Ryder making a mental note that he needed to hang out with the dude more after this. He nodded then looked to Finn. "A bedroom would work for me, but what do you think. Coach?" He smiled at him.

Finn:

Finn smirked a little hearing Puck's words. He did want to hear him beg now, that would be really hot. He smiled at his friend and then looked back at Ryder and smiled even more. "Bedroom works. Just as long as its not my sister's. I've avoided that room all week," he said laughing.

Ryder:

Ryder wiggles his eyebrows at the begging comment. “Oh, there better be a lot of begging going on,” he says, smirking. He does like the sound of someone pretty begging for him. He likes Puck, he seems like a sex positive kind of guy and Ryder is here for that — he’s the same but he hadn’t always been that way. He used to be shy, a little awkward about it but his ex girlfriend brought it out in him. “I’m good with the bedroom,” he agrees before letting out a laugh. “Don’t worry we won’t bone in your sisters bedroom,” he assures him. “I’m sure there’s a spare room we can use,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. He slaps his hands on his thighs before he stands up. “Come on, I’m getting hard just thinking about this,” he says.

Puck:

Puck laughed as he looked between the two reactions to his response. "Hm, careful I might start begging right , here before we ever reach a bedroom." He looked to them both before he stood up and stretched his arms out a little and arching his back, not with out being a little showy to Finn and Ryder flexing muscles before he finally stopped smiling at them. He then smiled at Finn when he confirmed they would find a bedroom and laughed. "Okay coach we will not have sex in your sister's room but then lead us to a room that we caan start our fun." He prompted.

Finn:

Finn raised his eyebrows hearing that Puck might start begging already. And he thought he got needy and liked to beg during sex...He watched how he stretched out, admiring his body. Damn, he looked good and would look even better without clothes...”Yes, lets go,” he said leading them to the spare room that he had been staying in. He slipped his shirt off tossing it aside as he turned towards them ready to get this started.July 30, 2020

Ryder:

Once they reach the spare room, Ryder smirks as Finn takes his shirt off. He’s already seen the submissive like this but it’s still such a nice view. “He’s eager,” Ryder teases in good nature and then removes his own shirt. “I think I want to see Puck get you hard,” he says directing his words to Finn. “What do you think about that?” he asks. Honestly with two gorgeous guys like this he just wants to take charge but Finn is his fellow Dom in this so he needs to make sure they’re doing this together.

Puck:

Puck laughed at Finn's reaction and shrugged as he removed his shirt. He knew Finn had seen him shirtless before and sweaty even but he figured they were seeing each other in a new light and he laughed. "Coach, is always eager, it certainly part of his charm" He replied with a smile at Finn then raised a brow smirking as he took in the hot sight in front of him and turned his attention to Finn at Ryder's suggestion. "Yes, Sheriff, what about it Coach, would you like me to make you hard while, Sheriff Ryder watches?" He winked to Finn.

Finn:

Finn eyed the two of them as they took off their shirts. He had seen them both shirtless before but never together and that excited him he had to admit. He looked over at Ryder and then back at Puck and smirked at him. “Yeah. I like that idea,” he said looking over at Puck. “You going to make me hard for you?”

Ryder:

Ryder loves threesomes mainly because of this, being able to see two people together and he gets to join in on that whenever he wants. He watches their interaction, a small smirk set on his lips as he does. He knows Finn is nervous but he seems bold with those words to Puck and maybe it’s a comfort thing because they know each other but whatever it is, it definitely suits him. “I think it’s a great idea,” he says despite the fact it was his idea. “And while you do that, Puck, I’m gonna put the cock ring on you, so I need you to drop your pants,” he says, winking at him.

Puck:

Puck smiled at Finn as he could see his friend going confident and hell it was sexy then he looked to Ryder and grinned when Ryder asked him to take off his pants then unbuttoned them letting them fall to his ankles as he steps away from them to brushed his hand from Finn's chest down to his pants keeping his eyes locked with Ryder's as he did feeding of his reaction as he undid the other's pants stroking. "Hm, feels like your halfway there already, Coach." He hummed as he let his fingers slide against his cock then turned to Ryder he gestured to own dick. "Do you think you could handle all this Sheriff?" He smirked playfully.

Finn:

Finns eyes widened a bit as he watched Puck take off his pants. Fuck, he was gorgeous. He shivered a bit as he ran his hand down his chest and reach into his pants. He helped his friend undo them definitely wanting attention from him. “I just can’t help that..I’m excited,” he said gasping as His fingers slid against his semi hard dick.

Ryder:

Ryder kept his eyes on Puck as he removed his pants. He didn’t know what it was but something about seeing someone undress really did things go him. And then Puck is touching Finn and Ryder’s interest only peaks at that. He watches his hand fall down Finn’s chest. He smirks at Puck’s words, loving the fact Finn was already getting so into this. He laughs at the question. “I can’t definitely handle you,” he muses. He sees Finn’s eyes widen and he smirks, enjoying the reaction from him as Puck touches him. He steps closer, keeping his eyes on the scenes before him and then brushes the back of his fingers against Puck’s dick before he easily placed the metal cock ring onto it. “How does that feel?” he asks as he takes his length into his hand and strokes it a few times.

Puck:

Puck smirked as he watched both Ryder and Finn's reaction now that he was fully nude in front of them standing there proudly before feeling Finn shiver at his touch. He licked his bottom lip at Finn's reaction and glanced down his cock hardened in his fingers and laughed at Finn's words. "Hm, You do get rather excited easily but that is what we like most about you, Coach." He hummed pleasantly. He then catches Ryder coming closer to them and smirked at his response to his challenging question he kept his eyes trained on Ryder taking in a sharp breathe at the feeling of Ryder's touch and then gasped at the feeling of the metal against the base of his cock. "Hm, that feels so good, Sheriff" He sighed out as he started stroking him.

Finn:

Finn laughed a little hearing Puck say that he gets excited easily. Yeah that was true he couldn’t argue with that. “Well I’m glad you like that,” he said smiling sighing happily as Puck continued to touch him. He reached out and touched Pucks chest feeling his skin as he watched Ryder put the cock ring on the other male. He uses his other hand to palm Ryder through his pants smirking a bit at him.

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Muscular Tissue Mass Supplements

Let me get rid of the sky concerning supplements plus all their showy advertisements before I go on to tell you which kind of supplements would assist take you closer to your aims and in this particular post I'll be actually centering specifically on muscle mass supplements considering that this is what lots of people are actually choosing.

First and foremost, permit me teach the simple fact right into you that you will certainly not end up being Ronnie Coleman only through taking BSN supplements or likewise Jay Cutler if you make use of MuscleTech's item. Such bodybuilders are full-time sportsmens dedicating their lifestyle to the sporting activity itself, in addition to the reality that they are actually genetically so talented in this details team Suplimente Masa Musculara. www.bodyline.ro

The second thing is, perform never think about such supplements as food replacements/substitutes. Also though your supplement could include more protein/carbohydrates than in your normal food items intake diet, do NOT assume of it as a food substitute. If you ever perform, you're only squandering the globe's supply of bodybuilding supplements.

Alright, so what sort of supplements exist out certainly there in the market which aids develop muscular tissue mass? You observe muscular tissue mass supplements come under an incredible range of items. Just about anything that aids you apply muscular tissue mass that is actually. This includes whey healthy protein powder, mass gainers, creatine, testosterone boosters and also several others in a manner of speaking.

If you've only begun and you locate it complicated to place on muscular tissue mass, I recommend raising your day-to-day fat consumption through mass gainers. Mass gainers like its own label suggests, strives to help stuff on the extra pounds to your frame. Perform take certainly not that most mass gainers are intensified along with glucose to provide you the extra calories as well as be actually prepped due to the fact that an offering is instead large however still, do follow the directions specified for the very best outcomes.

If you've been actually reaching the gym pretty regularly and mass gainer have not truly aided you considerably, I advise that you go ahead of time and also make an effort creatine. This is just one of the absolute most studied muscle mass supplements in the field considering that of the impressive end results it vows and boy it's real.

Ever before due to the fact that thousands of dollars were pumped in to the research of creatine, it has actually frequently been actually revolutionised as well as improved and we consumers most definitely stand to gain from this. There are actually lots of different sorts of creatine out there certainly including ethyl ester creatine as well as creatine monohydrate etc. As of as yet, it is still tough to inform which sort of creatine would most effectively satisfy you. Carry out certainly not fear to try all of them though as I am actually good that all creatine aids load on muscular tissue mass with the appropriate workout session as well as diet regimen plans Suplimente Masa Musculara.

Proceeding to the absolute most common muscular tissue mass supplement- the healthy protein powder. Numerous are your standard run-over-the-mill type of protein yet there are actually 2 that I would love to talk about. Would likewise as if to say thanks to BSN and Optimum health and nutrition for coming out along with True Mass and also the 100% Whey Gold Standard specifically which in my very own opinion, brings home the bacon in conditions of performance and taste.

A Beginners Guide to Muscle Mass Supplements

Before I enter into clarifying regarding Muscle Mass Supplements products, I need to explain the truth that these are actually simply supplements and are not in any sort of technique replacements for your workout session. You still must perform the hard job in the health and fitness center and also make certain that you put exercising on the best of your list.

Having said that, the first muscle mass supplement on the market in the marketplace is Creatine Monohydrate much more often called Creatine.

Our body systems in fact create the compound itself as well as it really used to supply energy to our muscular tissues. Creatine is actually created in our pancreatic, liver as well as kidneys and also are carried across our body system with the blood stream. It is essentially made use of to regrow the muscle mass' best power source, ATP or even adenosine triphosphate.

Generally along with even more creatine in your body system, you are going to feel more powerful, capable to lift even more body weight as well as possess that feel of bursting power each time you lift weight. You will definitely likewise possess more endurance throughout your workouts bring about even more work carried out overall.

There have actually been countless research on creatine and as a personal trainer on my own, I can truthfully state that it is extremely risk-free to take with extremely little to no side results. It is still always wise to consult your doctor just in the event that you may possess some allergies that you are actually not knowledgeable about. A little consumption of creatine are going to most of the time work, cracking that stage of all yours Suplimente Masa Musculara.

It relations to consumption you should research exactly the amount of relying on a lot of variables. Some also take an overload of creatine thereby straining the muscular tissues with creatine. Some could react differently to this as well as are encouraged to take it in small amounts.

An additional supplement that is actually less well-known than creatine is ribose. They each behave the same, delivering the muscular tissues with some added power. It is becoming a lot more as well as a lot more well-known lately along with the cost decreasing a little.

Those pair of mentioned above are actually among the most effective marketing muscle mass supplements out there. In the happening full weeks I will be reviewing additional of these muscular tissue mass supplements in the chance of offering you along with some very appropriate and also exact info.

Supplements For Muscle Mass - Best Muscle Mass Supplements

Right supplements for muscular tissue mass can aid considerably enhance one's measurements and stamina. However, what certifies as a good supplement greatly differs based upon an offered physique, goals for increases, and also physical exercise program. Supplements vary right coming from easy healthy protein and also creatine particles around state-of-the-art prohormones. Healthy protein powder provides the physical body property component to create muscular tissues while creatine aids the muscular tissues burn gas much better for relatively additional rigorous exercises. While both are actually really good choices for newbies, neither results in rapid muscle and strength gains of the kind that several are searching for. The only secure strategy for achieving exceptionally quick muscular tissue increase is actually to utilize safe but reliable prohormones, incorporated with ideal health and nutrition and also rest Suplimente Masa Musculara.

Prohormones are the forerunners to hormonal agents like testosterone. The physical body will definitely take these chemicals as well as use them to develop hormones. Some prohormones can aromatize in to oestrogen, as well as a few other can convert to DHT. Each of these hormonal agents possess damaging adverse effects that body system building contractors desire to steer clear of. Estrogen is going to begin offering males much more feminine characteristics, and also DHT can easily cause acne and loss of hair. Hence, it is important to perform you investigation and recognize risk-free prohormones that do certainly not have such adverse effects. Instances of great supplements that carry out certainly not possess these adverse effects consist of DecaVol, 1-Androsterone, 4-AD, and also Dienedrone.

Safe supplements including these have actually revealed muscle mass gains of 17 lbs. or even a lot more in a month. A number of the new items on the marketplace are actually replacing other items that were considered harmful. For instance, TREN was a popular product that made terrific increases, yet it likewise can simply turn in to oestrogen, causing concerns with male procreative device, as effectively as along with the liver. Ever since Dienedrone has taken its own spot. Certainly not simply is it much safer, however also much more helpful.

Building Muscle Mass - How to Get Stronger?

Structure muscle mass can confirm being actually a challenging task, and also fairly an obstacle also. I am going to make an effort to assist you with a few easy yet essential suggestions to your objective.

Individuals will definitely evaluate you through your appearance let it be actually excellent or even bad, obviously great looking persons certainly possess conveniences over specific things in society. Therefore why shouldn't you become good appearing? Is it impossible? Well it is actually certainly not, you can transform your physical body really quick right now times, particularly due to the fact that medication and also scientific research is actually creating at such a high price, providing our team lots of options as well as probabilities on which our company may construct our future on Suplimente Masa Musculara.

For instance muscle mass supplements have actually come truly far in this particular concern and possess incredibly little to none negative effects. Which is actually an excellent point since utilizing all of them will supply useful in developing muscle mass over a quick amount of time, of training course you may construct your muscular tissue mass also without them, yet it will definitely take much longer. You may always perform that if you don't count on weight gain supplements and also you wish to do this on an all-natural way.

So if you actually started mosting likely to the gym and also you already have your diet regimen, you are good to go. You should pay attention to substance workouts if you anticipate getting body weight, due to the fact that they are the most effective muscular tissue obtaining exercises, considering that you do not merely deal with targeted muscle mass, however likewise along with all the small ones that are certainly not however established and also will increase quick, which are going to lead to you acquiring a bunch of muscular tissue mass.

The Very Best Muscle Building Supplements on the market

Strength instruction is actually a vital facet of any well balanced exercise course. It may assist a good deal in decreasing muscular tissue reduction that typically possesses grow older. The training assists to develop the stamina of combinative tissues & muscular tissue, increase bone thickness, ease joint inflammation discomfort and reduce threats of accident. For that reason, durability training is very important, certainly not merely for the muscular tissues however the bones as effectively. It assists to stop a lot of bone problems, like weakening of bones Suplimente Masa Musculara.

Depending on to research, bodybuilding assists to strengthen equilibrium, minimize odds of becoming, boost blood sugar level degrees, and also improve mental wellness and also sleeping. Additionally, it helps to melt fats, even after the exercise is actually performed. Other than toughness instruction exercises, a lot of specialists are actually incorporating bodybuilding supplements in their physical fitness plan.

Property Lean Muscle Mass - Muscle Building Supplements and also What You Need to Know

There are a lot of males and females seeking to develop lean muscle mass. Although also additional folks are actually struggling to shed excess body fat, it would certainly shock you which is a lot more daunting to perform. The truth that the majority of very popular muscle mass structure supplements which are actually surveying the marketplace is actually a tip. Packing on the desired lean muscular tissue mass is a genuine problem. This challenge is enhanced much more for slim individuals along with high metabolisms. You must consume additional fats than you get rid of off in a day, typically it just will not occur. This is probably why the very best bodybuilding supplements are thus vital when it pertains to building your lower legs, arms shoulders as well as chest.

Weight training is actually a major facet of structure healthy muscular tissue mass. If you're certainly not pumping body weights relatively, you're certainly not visiting create any muscular tissue mass. It matters certainly not if you have the most effective bodybuilding supplements on the planet. Your muscle mass groups have to be actually challenged in purchase for you to bundle on actual muscle tissue. The basic reality is actually that you need to tear muscle fibers so they can reconstruct on their own to become more powerful and also larger. Therefore regular steady workouts along with weights is required, however ensure to toss in an assortment of physical exercises in order that your muscles are going to receive confused Suplimente Masa Musculara.

If muscle structure supplements on earth of weightlifting is required you, look at beginning at your nearby basic nourishment shop. You'll have the ability to consult an experienced person regarding the perks of each of the muscle mass structure supplements they must offer. All supplements are actually not developed merely to stuff on muscle, they can additionally supply added fats for constructing muscle mass. While some people might like this, others like not to. Women as an example carry out certainly not really want the additional calories, however carry out would like to enhance their muscle mass. Whereas males carry out frequently visited expand as well as gain additional body weight.

There are actually lots of muscle mass building supplements on the market, you need to perform your online homework and also check out. Begin shopping around for bargains. While your local retail outlet and online suppliers will certainly both bring the most ideal muscular tissue property supplements, you may be almost ensured the local area establishment will certainly be more costly. Therefore naturally rate shop as well as find the greatest offers just before purchasing. Your neighborhood outlet offers excellent knowledge, if you utilize their expertise it will be actually really good to patronize them giving the costs may not be dramatically various. Your nearby outlets will likely have some wonderful purchases on calorie drinks, protein pubs or even amino acid supplements. Overall, you are going to require a steady weight training program and also the very best bodybuilding supplements to efficiently build healthy muscular tissue mass and also achieve your goals.

Strategy To Gain Muscle Mass

. Nowadays, considerably additional individuals, females as well as males hoping to increase muscular tissue mass, for appeals, to improve stamina levels, as well as for reasons of health and also well-being. Durability instruction is the form of physical exercise very most appropriate and also traditional for this reason. However, certainly not just calls for a certain instruction, as well as specifically of hypertrophy and a nourishing/ supplements ideal to the purposes.

Food to put on weight.

To begin with it should be actually remembered the demand to attain a favorable equilibrium between the calories melted in workout and everyday, and also our caloric consumption by means of the diet plan. This is done by readjusting the intake of carbohydrates and also protein needs of each living thing. For there to be gains in muscle mass, an athlete should eat, typically, about 1.5 g to 2 g of healthy protein per kilograms of body weight, which can reach 3g/kg in particular instances and also 7 to 10 grams of carbohydrates/ kg body system weight.

In sensible terms, the protein consumption ought to be by means of, ideally of white colored meat and also fish including tuna or salmon, mackerel, and so on. As well as moisturizes, which must be actually delayed digestion as well as reduced glycemic index, might be discovered in noodles, entire grains, fruits and veggies. There ought to be a balanced consumption of foods items in moderate volumes, coming from 2:30 a.m. to 2:30 a.m. In regards to power market value, of total fats, 40 to 45% must come coming from carbohydrates, 30-35% protein and twenty% of the lipids of vegetation origin, preferably.

Selected supplements.

Resorting to supplements is actually a secure, convenient as well as effective means to acquire such beneficial equilibrium. Hence, our team advise the intake of Supreme Gainers GOLDNUTRITION PureMass GOLDNUTRITION or, relying on the body weight you wish to win. For more increases in weight and also/ or even muscle volume gainers GOLDNUTRITION Supreme suggest twice a time, one dosage just before as well as one after training. These supplements supply power for instruction and also effectively assist muscle rehabilitation, in each its anabolic phase, allowing gains in lean muscular tissue mass, exercise to workout session.

Creatine is actually also one of the best extensively made use of supplements for the advancement of muscular tissue mass and also one of the most reliable. The normal consumption of 5 grams of creatine daily GOLDNUTRITION Power Mix, after instruction, observed through 50g of carbohydrates, increases the durability and the following rise in instruction strength. Creatine can be carried out even more associates and also lift bigger body weights.

The increased amounts of testosterone accomplished with both consumption of Tribulus Terrestris, ZMA as are necessary to generate an anabolic environment for better gains in muscle mass. Both are actually accessible in the variety GOLDNUTRITION. At times, it may be required to incorporate both.

Glutamine is actually taken into consideration, according to the most recent clinical researches, along with a great bodily rehabilitation, a stimulator of development hormone. Thus, your intake is extremely essential in courses to gain muscular tissue mass. In this instance, you may select GOLDNUTRITION Glutamine tablet computers. The ideal is actually to make at the very least 2 to 3 g at bed time.

Eventually, among the newest supplements accessible in the Portuguese market are actually the "Pro HGH," this kind of supplement is among the best advanced of our times, can easily direct increases in the manufacturing of development hormone, which is actually useful for anybody increase muscular tissue mass and not only! Within this type, the Ultramax is actually the best advanced products on the market place. His take is expected to last at the very least a duration of 12 full weeks. The very best end results are attained after 6 months of procedure.

If you want to facilitate the job of customers finding a perfect blend of supplements that assist increase muscle mass, the eNetural, Pack suggests increased muscle mass.

Suitable instruction.

In regards to training, as already mentioned, you need to select durability instruction, within this, the hypertrophy training is actually the most effective. It contains instruction sessions that handle generally works out pair of muscular tissue groups each time, a huge (eg dorsal) as well as a little (eg tricípete) should go with 4 workouts every muscle group via three to 4 sets of 12 to 8 repeatings maximum. It ought to first be actually teaching the most extensive muscular tissue team, and in 3 or even four training sessions working all the muscles uniformly. This workout needs to last in between 10 to 12 full weeks. At the end of this pattern, they should alter the exercises.

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