#Trini English

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[thebellekeys]

so tolkien taught naipaul at oxford. hmm. this is significant to me somehow. i'm not sure how or why yet, but it definitely is.

[el-blog-pepe]

The Second Conditional in Songs (with transcript)

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[bossymarmalade]

After just using the well-known Caribbean phrase "massa day done" as a tag in reference to the sun finally setting on the British Empire, I thought I'd revisit Dr. Eric Williams' famous 1961 speech decrying the appointment of a rich white man to political office as a "feather in the cap" of the party, the speech where the term was solidified in our culture as shorthand for self-determination and independence. And I couldn't stop laughing because it was exactly the way that a certain class of educated West Indian STILL talks to this very day when irritated:

This pack of benighted idiots, this band of obscurantist politicians, this unholy alliance of egregious individualists, who have nothing constructive to say, who babble week after week the same criticisms that we have lived through for five long years, who, nincompoops that they are, think that they can pick up any old book the day before a debate in the Legislative Council and can pull a fast one in the Council by leaving out the sentence or the paragraph or the pages which contradict their ignorant declamations for people like these power is all that matters.

I love this aspect of Caribbean language-ways and how we adhere to that particular era of English that came over on the boats. It's like how the specific form of Bhojpuri spoken by East Indian indentured labourers didn't develop in an Indian context but alongside/blended with other language groups in Trinidad & Tobago, and why our words for things don't scan with Hindi-speakers from the sourceland.

When I moved back to Canada from Trinidad and spoke with other Indian people, sourceland Indians, they never knew "what I was" or what I was saying when I used Trini Hindi. It was a source of embarrassment then, constantly having to explain that we from the diaspora are still Indian and also distinctly individual, but now I love it. My sister nearly physically fought some dude in a kebab shop in England over her identifying as Trini-Canadian rather than South Asian because he said she "wasn't proud of who she was".

We have to tick "South Asian" on forms because there's no space for us and any reference to Caribbean is Afro-Caribbean, but that's not really what I identify as. I'm the granddaughter of those sugar cane plantation workers who were told (in 1926!) "the less education your children have, the better". I'm the daughter of a man who grew up in the plantation barracks where the sugar employers thought it "unnecessary to provide adequate sanitary facilities for their employees, because the workers would not use them".

Massa day done. It's a powerful phrase when you're constantly decolonizing your own identity in the face of a world that isn't aware of what you are.

Massa Day Done, Sahib Day Done, Yes Suh Boss Day Done. - dr. eric williams

[violetmuses]

Complicated - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Title: Complicated - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Armando Aretas meets you for the very first time during Mike Lowrey's Zoom Call.

@peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss @deja-r @hyper-trash-panda @amethyst-loves-bucky @planetblaque @sweettea-and-honeybutter @lovedlover @xjjawsomex @readingisahobby @kindofaintrovert @nelo0wesker @gg-trini @cloveroctobers @twinklestarslight @episodes-ff @nobodygetsza 🏷

Part II ❤️‍🩹

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2024

As time drifted and choices settled at last, famed Miami Detective Mike Lowrey fell in love with Christine, an experienced physical therapist.

Christine also helped Mike heal throughout the shooting recovery that took place years back.

“All set!” Joining tech genius Dorn in this parked truck, you stepped back from Mike's gorgeous wedding to confirm an important Zoom call now.

“Thank you.” Mike nodded in your direction while expressing gratitude this evening.

“Of course. Now, Dorn and I will get out of here before… You abruptly stopped talking when the signal picked up first.

Shit!

Scoping the view of one guarded cell, red tape locked remote communication between Mike and his estranged son, criminal Armando Aretas.

“This is my wife Christine.” Mike took charge and your nerves calmed down from within.

“It's great to meet you.” Christine faced the screen and offered this kind smile while beaming through one perfect dress.

“Who's that?” Wearing this orange uniform, Armando questioned the sight of more guests after meeting Christine.

“Dorn.” Mike still introduced this member of the AMMO team.

“Not him.” Revealing that slightly accented English once more, Aretas clipped the phrase.

“Oh!” Mike realized the point and turned around, acknowledging your nickname instead. “Rook joined the squad recently.”

“Hi.” Greeting Armando, you stayed cordial for many reasons.

“Hey.” His voice clipped between moments of silence.

“We should go…” Christine reached out to hold your hand and prompted Dorn to begin leaving as well.

Just when you could step outside with Christine, one voice echoed from the computer:

“Wait, hold up.” Aretas caught himself and Mike nearly chuckled before this trade ended.

[axeoverblade]

42 miles with a trini reader or any west Indian implications tbh?? 🩷🩷

Caribbean/ West Indian Reader Head Cannons

Earth 42! Miles x fem! Reader

Synopsis! Where you are in touch with your roots.

MASTERLIST

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none!

Word count: unavailable

Authors comment: short blurb of head cannons. I tried my best sorry if anything is innacurate please let me know so I can fix it <3

Do not copy! All rights reserved to ©axeoverblade

When Miles first met you, it was hard for him to understand your broken English. But you were so pretty he was going to make sure he learned how.

Even though you were born US, your parents moved to America making your accent super strong and often hard for him to decipher

But now that he’s known you and had been with you for some time, it was like second language when he heard you speak.

He would sometimes even catch himself speaking like you, making the people around him confused.

They would just have to get used to it like he did.

One thing you two bond over is your love of fruit

Give you two a good mango or plátano and it was over

His mom absolutely loves you no doubt.

Sees you as one of her own and is so happy when you come over

She had given both you and Miles a talk separately about not breaking the others heart

Promised to her you wouldn’t and vise versa

When you first met uncle Aaron he gave you a really hard time

But when you stood your ground over and over again he eventually accepted you, telling miles that you could “hold your own.”

Aaron ends up becoming super close to you and acts like he likes you more than his own nephew

…

He does

You had been invited to multiple functions before and honestly his whole fam loved when you were around tbh

Of course in every relationship there was conflict

You two butt heads often because how strongly opinionated you both were

Both of you were like super sassy and had attitudes so you would often have “heated debates” over the littlest things, even if it was just for jokes

Something that was really hard for Miles was learning to accept what you wore

Like you were mad comfy with your body and often wore clothes that he would deem as “inappropriate” but he knew you weren’t wearing them to be.

Ended up having to letting it go and now non verbally threatens anyone who stares at you for too long.

He was genuinely surprised with how much your family varied in color the first function of yours he went to

He thought his familia was the biggest, most diverse in New York, he was wrong.

Yours definitely took the cake

You made him try doubles, and at first he though they were going to be gross or just not his thing

He was 100% wrong. You ended up having to make another plate because he ate em all.

Your mom loved Miles, happy that you found someone who loved you just as much as you loved him.

But she makes him help clean up

First time Miles met your father he could’ve sworn your dad absolutely hated him

He did

Ended up accepting Miles after he defended you from a stranger in front of him

Started calling Miles son and would often ask about how he was when Miles was gone.

Safe to say Miles was going to be around for a while

©axeoverblade

[barblaz-arts]

Hi! I’ve been a follower since way back when you posted LapisxPeridot and pr17. I recently logged back on again and I realize why EnidxWednesday is comforting to me. Idk but seeing the way you draw them and their dynamic in general is so reminiscent of Trini and Kimberly’s dynamic(which I’m still hopelessly waiting for the sequel- rip). Popular x Loner/intimidating smol bean lol(also trini and Wednesday have Latin bg’s in a sense). Just wanted to point it out b/c it’s been on the back of my mind and I think I finally figured it out! Also thank you for your continuous amazing work!

(I can’t imagine Wednesday getting along w/ Zach but maybe Enid would? And if the dynamics really mirror like I think she’d do a black suit w/ yellow accents if she were ever a yellow ranger. But I wouldn’t really know- writing and English aren’t my best so I hope I’m getting across well)

I suppose I can see why. The way I draw Enid's hair is done the same way I used to draw Kim's hair. Enid's is just fluffier hehe

[prettymrswright]

Lockdown.

pairing: koffee!singer x black!fem choreographer/artist

content: fluff, barely angst, innuendos, a lot of patois (Koffee is from Spanish Town, she has a strong JA accent), mentions of God/spirituality, artistry, choreography, flashbacks.

background: you had been spending quite a lot of time with the reggae artist after meeting her at a Reggae Fest a few months back. as time went by, the two of you grew closer, but in attempt to keep up your guard and protect yourself, you pulled back. the artist didn’t like that too much, and def used she would double down on her interest. she wasn’t letting you go that easy.

a/n: to this day, there are not Koffee fics to be found so guess who’s here to change that like the manifestor human design that I am?? ME! i unintentionally made this character almost identical to me.. by accident. there are so many things about y/n in this book that is my true life story lmaooo.

I’m gone try to insert some translations here and there, even though patois is still english, I know some things are harder to comprehend. But it’s important I insert it because 1, it’s sexy and 2, I like to maintain accuracy. hope unnu like it. <3

translations:

deh - there

yah - here

nuff - a lot, plenty

dung - down

guh - go

unnu - you (plural, like you guys/ y’all)

dem - plural, noun (i.e friend dem (friends) )

pan/pon - on

guh - go

suh - so or how (A suh you feel? That’s how you feel?)

dolly - slang for attractive girl/woman

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LOCKDOWN PART 2!

"Okay sexy!" Your friend and fellow artist, Sabirah-Amani paraded your ear with praises and hype as you checked yourself out in your hotel mirror. You had been working for the past few months, project after project, and although you were grateful, you were two hops and a skip away from burnout. Between choreographing for artists and late nights in the studio in hopes of being your own artist, you hadn't much left to give. You were very clearly overextending yourself in all areas. You were ambitious and focused, precise about your work; You're an artist, and you were sensitive about your shit! However, you were beginning to neglect yourself emotionally and spiritually. You and Sabi came to the mutual decision that a vacation was much needed. The two of you spent the week catching appointments, pampering and refreshing your appearance. You give a small giggle before looking at her briefly and mimicking a hair-flipping motion. "Look you," She continues in her trini-yunese accent. "In short ting. All yuh collarbone outside." The two of you erupted in laughter. "And all of Jamaica will continue to see my collarbone, okay?" you responded, still laughing. Ochi was so beautiful. It was full of sights and bashments and raves and just beautiful people having a beautiful time. For a reason unbeknownst to you, everything out of Jamaica just resonated with you and held your heart so deeply. It had been your first morning in JA, and as expected, the sun was blazing. The bright sun and tropical breeze shone through your plexiglass balcony doors. You and Sabi were going to get breakfast as well as check out the rest of the hotel. A cocoa-beige brown triangle bikini set hugged your body, overlapped with a long, knitted skirt of the same color. A white, knitted long-sleeved cropped coverup laid baggy over your toned arms. Your feet rested in some rhinestone encrusted strap sandals. Your hair was braided in cornrows falling right above the dip in your lower back , swirl designs in every direction. It was entirely too hot for a full beat, so your fresh lash set was holding you down. "You ready to go?" You asked. "Let's do it. " Sabi replied, and with that, you were out of the room and off to the lobby.

After getting off the elevator, the two of you walked through the lobby to reach where you would be having breakfast at. After filling up your plates at the buffet, you took a seat in the far corner of the restaurant, a clear view of the beach across from you. "I know we just got here and everything but," Sabi started. "I kinda wanna jump into the vibes tonight." "Um absolutely, that was the plan from jump," You say in sort of a 'duh' tone. "But I know you need your rest. You know, some unwinding time." She says concerningly. Sabi was always looking out for you in that way, it was one of her greatest assets as a friend. "Girl, mi neva come a Jamaica fi lie dung. I got another week and a half to rest!" You say in a comedic way, but you meant it. You were already starting to feel better being in a newer and fresher feeling environment. Rest would come, but right now? Vibes. "Okay, okay!" Sabi laughed in a hearty manner. "Yo you and this Patois accent, knowing you not even Jamaican is frying me." You playfully rolled your eyes. It was true. You were in love with all things of different cultures, so each one you immersed yourself in, you began to pick up. Growing up in NY, all you were around were Caribbean people, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for you. "Speaking of Jamaicans," Sabi began, and somehow, you knew what direction this was going in. "When's the last time you spoke to Mikayla?" "Who?" You lie, lazily spooning through your bowl of porridge. "Mikaylaaaa, Mikayla, Koffee, Big bad reggae artist from Spaintown, Jamaica, your woman--" She goes into a rampage and you cut her off. "Alrightttt, alright, alright. I get it" You rush her to end her tangent, hoping no one around you guys heard. "I don't know.. March?" You say, voice dying down at the end in cowardice. "MARCH?" Sabi's draw drops. "Y/N..it's June." A guilty expression washed over you. "I know, Sabi." "Why you duckin' her?" Sabi cocks up her left eyebrow and leans forward, curious to hear your answer. "I--" You drop your utensil in audacity. "Why you assume it was me?" "Girl, please okay. She was on your ass like back pockets at that Roc Nation Brunch. We both know you're Miss Ghost Town." Sabi says reading you for filth, pulling an accidental laugh out of you.

“I mean, she’s a big artist, she could have anyone she wants.” You shrug. “Her not hearing from me is barely putting a dent in her life plans.”

The truth was, prior to your disappearance, you two were becoming closer by the minute. You really liked Koffee. And with that, your body began to do that thing that it does when you’re about to be fully consumed by that feeling of infatuation. It wasn’t so much the idea of a relationship that you were scared of, but more-so of the uncertainty of its stability. Koffee was now an international artist, who meets thousands of people every day. You knew how it was in the industry, you were in it. It was one thing to really like someone, but to like someone in the entertainment industry was like setting yourself up for heartbreak. And you had entirely too much on your plate to go through that shit again.

“Who reached out last?” She asks.

“.. Her.” You say in a “so” type of tone.

“Mm.” She responds, strategically setting up her “aha” statement. “And who gave who an unlimited backstage pass for all her shows, in ANY city?”

“…her.” your defeated responses began to get smaller.

“And who—“ you cut her off, in attempts to stop the physically pain of her being right.

“Okay, okay, damn,” you laugh. “But you know how that shit go, Sav. One minute she thinks she wanna be with me and the next, she’s in some European country, with who knows, doing God knows what.”

“Uh, uh.” She says in disapproval. “Now you know she ain’t hunching with no white women.”

You burst into laughter. She could always tie something together comedically while simultaneously giving you the real.

“It don’t hurt to just say wassup, Y/N/N. I mean besides, when’s the last time you had any ‘fun’. Let loose a lil. If anyone needs to, it’s you.” Sab says, voice full of concern, but direction.

You looked off outside the window, pondering on her message. You missed her dearly. Who were you trying to fool? I mean maybe you were a little harsh. She didn't really give you any reason to be. Sure you'd seen some photo ops with her and other female artists, but that was her job. You didn't like the feeling it gave you though. When you look back towards Sabirah and her now empty plate, she was smiling at her phone. "And who exactly got you smiling like that?" You ask, now shining the figurative spotlight on her. "Oh it's nobody for real," She waved off. "Nobody huh," You chuckle. "What nobody say?" "Well actually, Nobody is gonna be at this party tonight that I planned on dragging you too." "Party?" You say frowning. "With all these white folks? Since when you wanna go to a resort party." "Oh girl, be so for real," She says scoffing. "My cousin JJ and his girlfriend are here at her family house, and they're throwing a bashment, off the resort." Your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. You were actually ecstatic to be getting into some real vibes off the resort. I mean, truly you had no real complaints, after all, you were in Jamaica. But country had the homegrown, feel good energy you were dying to be around. It was more authentic. "See now, that's what I'm talking about!" The two of you embraced in a dap across the table. "How we getting there?" "You ever been on a dirt bike before?" Sabi asks sincerely, yet you think she's joking. "What?!" ꨄ︎ Night begins to fall and as you and Sabi make your way out of the resort, a warm breeze surrounds your body. You two are greeted by JJ and his friend, Dwayne, and hop on the back of their blue and green dirt bikes. You wrap your arms around Dwayne's torso, tightly shut your eyes, say a small prayer and with a loud rev, you pull off into the rocky roads. When you finally gain to courage to open your eyes, you're blown away by how beautiful the scenery was. The hue of the sunset was mixed with orange, pink and purple, and tall trees took space along the sides of the open road. Each refreshing breath you took smelled like rain-bathed plants, summer and adventure. As a result of the fast-paced vehicle moving swifter and in the opposite direction of breeze flow, your braids flew past you forwardly. You couldn't help but to smile, in awe of all the beauty around you. "Woooo! JAMAICA WE REACH!" Sabi yells, cheers carrying across the sky, 80-mph. You beamed at her enthusiasm. Truth be told, you were just as excited. 20 minutes later, you pull into a backyard seemingly as big as 1/3 of the island. You were nowhere near the DJ booth, but you could feel the bass bumping through your entire body. If it weren't for the spacious area, you'd be packed like sardines. Everybody from the parish you were in were in attendance. Men dressed in their straight jeans, belts and button downs, marinas and cut-up shorts; most with spliffs in hand. Women in their mesh top and shorts, mini skirts, mini dresses, heels and bamboos, nails done and hair laid to the gods. This definitely wasn't the event to come looking regular. The aroma of seasonings and a burning grill slithered through your nose canal, causing you to avert your attention behind you, where hot plates of food and alcoholic drinks were being given out to the people in the line. It was definitely a vibe. "Ayeee allyuh mek it!" Sabi's cousin JJ comes and greets us both with a hug. "I saved two plates for y'all, cuz if it was any later, you'd be chewing your lip." You all erupt in laughter. "Omg J," you began. "You're the literal best because I am starving." "No sweat," JJ throws his hands up, emphasizing the 'no big deal.' "Your plates are in the fridge in the kitchen. Shelly's mom is holding it down, so you don't gotta worry about nobody theifing it." "Thanks Knucklehead," Sabi pinches his ear.

"Ouch! Remind me, I ent doing anyting nice fa yuh no more, yuh could starve!" JJ says to Sabi, rubbing his pinched ear.

"yUh couLd sTarVE!" Sabi mocks him. The two of them couldn't get along for more than 5 minutes, but it was always love behind their quarrel.

"Well look at you twooo!" JJ's girlfriend, Shelley approaches you with beaming smiles and open arms.

"Hot gyal Shells!" Sabi starts. "It's been a long time."

"Naa tell no lie! When JJ told me you two were visiting a resort so close by, I had to pull you for at least one night." Shelley says holding both you and Sabi's hands individually.

"Your home is beautiful Shells." You sincerely confess. "Thank you for the invite. Look at the turnout! You doing your big one."

"Thank you, babydoll. You know you're welcome absolutely any time. And I gotta put my ex party-promoting skills to some use!" Shelley replies.

Shelley threw crazy parties back in the day. She always was hosting, and was sure to not only bring in a crowd, but a GOOD one. Amongst many talents, she had the gift of gab for sure. She also always had artists in her venues. From Spice to Konshens, Shenseea to Aidonia. Everyone knew Shelley.

"I know that's right. Besides, I was getting tired of the resort food." Sabi says honestly, making us chuckle. The food was still good, but definitely a watered down version.

"Well!" Shelley clasps her hands together. "Dolly nuh come a party fi hug up pan wall. Unnu guh dance!"

"Don't nobody wanna dance with Paula the Preying Mantis." JJ teases Sabi, bending his arms up like the insect.

"Shut up, JJ!" Sabi says, giving his shoulder a hard nudge.

"Leave Sabi alone." Shelley follows up with a back-handed slap over his other shoulder. "I ain't wanna dance with you when we met. I just felt bad."

"Ohhhhhhh..." You and Sabi both say simultaneously, gagged by the way she just read him.

"Now why you had to go there? You ain't ha-" JJ began and Shelley cooed, half consoling him, half mocking. You and Sabi laugh your way all the way to the middle of the backyard, where the bulk of the party was.

You took in the scene around you and allowed yourself to get lost in the music. Sean Paul & Sasha’s I’m Still In Love with You is pouring out of the speakers and into your ears, filling you with nostalgia. You begin to rock side to side and slow whine your hips. It was definitely a bittersweet feeling. This was one of the songs you danced to at Reggae Music Fest with— her. You missed her. But she could’ve reached out right? You know, besides the 3 times she did already, that you were seemingly to busy for? That didn’t mean give up!

You and Sabi spun each other around and shared some whines and some laughs. You truly felt at peace for the first time in such a long time. You broke away for Sabi for one minute, and the next, she had a new dancing partner. You smiled at the interaction, and before you could really take it in, somebody approached you to dance with you as well.

“Excuse me likkle miss,” A tall, brownskin man with locs down his back approached you with a smooth, but respectful hand on your waist. “Beg yuh a dance nuh?” He smiled, showing off his fanged teeth.

He wanted to dance. Why not? You were out there to enjoy yourself. And at least you know the two of you could dance and that be it. It’s not like he was your type anyway— (obviously). What was truly the harm?

You gave him a smile, accepting his request & began to dance with him. Long before you knew it, you were dancing to another song with him. The man knew how to move. And he smelled phenomenal. Your moment was disturbed, however, when you began to notice two men in the far, right corner of the yard staring at you. And not in the admiring way; it was almost as if they were discussing you. Like they knew you from somewhere. The guy obviously felt it too.

“Yuh know dem from someweh?” He asks, semi-concerned. You just gave him a confused head shake, no.

“Yow yow yow, people, if yuh a enjoy yuhself tonight, mek some bloodclat noiseee!” The dj scratched and lowered the track to speak, and the crowd erupted.

“Outside nice, man. Good weather, sexy ladies, hot tunes. If a Jamaica yuh come from and yuh proud of it, buss a blank!” He continues.

Gun finger emotes fill the sky, followed by mimicked gunshot noises.

“This next song yah is fi all a di people dem weh love the Caribbean.”

Soon as the song begins, you feel your heart drop to your stomach and you’re adrenaline begin to rush.

Balenciaga 'pon me structure

Who them talk, push get the duck yah

I-i-i-io!

Everybody begins to cheer and holler to the feel good song.

It was West Indies.

West Indies was your favorite song by Koffee. It was such a feel good song, and you were there while she was constructing it. You knew it was close to her heart. She had even asked for your input. You encouraged her to push it out and make it a single. You knew the people would love it just as much as you did. And they did.

You felt yourself begin to get emotional, but you stopped the tears from advancing their welled-up position behind your lower lids. You migrated away from the main section, simply to avoid being asked to dance again. Not to this song. Too personal.

Sabi found you in the crowd and shot you a look of sympathy. “You okay?” she mouthed. You gave a closed lip smile and nodded. You decided to go get a drink and take some edge of. As bothered as you were, you still loved the song.

“One rum and pineapple, please.” You ask tell the lady serving drinks. You know you don’t have to pay anything, but you slip her a $10 anyway.

The mixed beverage slides down your throat and coaxes your nerves and you begin to let loose.

Coming from the West Indies

And you know say we giving them the best indeed

Anyweh we deh, we do a flex 'pon street

And the stylе weh we do no moderatе stampede

As you sway back and forth, cup in hand, approaching tipsy, you see a group of girls walking by, double-taking your face and your frame. They then begin whispering. All you could make out was “Koffee” and “Girl”.

Alright. What the fuck was going on?

You tried your hardest to ignore it, returning to your state of groove. As the chorus began to approach, the dj lowered the music once again.

“Alright everybody, mek some noise and big up Koffee!!!”

You froze. Immediately. Ironically when all you wanted to do was melt into the ground.

She was here. Of course she was.

And there she stood. In her black tank, showing between her opened and collared olive green button down, with olive green straight pants to match. She stood in black clarks. Her toffee brown skin being complimented by gold chains and gold bangles. Her medium-long locs held back in a hair tie in a loose bun.

Damn. She always looked good. But she would be looking her absolute best when you’ve been semi-dodging her.

If you know me, I'm having the time of my life

Don't you slow me down, beg you pardon me

I wanna just party (yeah)

I wanna just, I wanna just

I wanna just party (yeah)

I wanna just party, yeah

She walked back and forth the backyard stage, she captured the entire audience and held them hostage with her stage presence. If you weren’t in such a state of shock, you’d be in awe too. She was alluring in that way.

Sabi looked back at you from the crowd with wide, just-as-shocked-as-you-are eyes. Koffee spotted her and followed her gaze, making eye contact with you. There she stood, taking you in. Almost immediately, she gives you a warm expression with soft eyes and a wide smile, showing off her braces. A couple people looked back to see who or what she was looking at; others continued to vibe.

Instantly you felt your body heat up, and you failed an attempted fight not to smile back. You missed her, and she looked great, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty for letting so much time go by. However, something was telling you that she wasn’t phased very much. Seeing her up there in her element, you couldn't help but to think back to when the two of you first met at Reggaefest. She had been on the rise, heavy in the media, and the crowd was absolutely losing it. She had amazing stage presence. She wasn't too harmful on the eyes either. She went right after Lila Ike, who's dancers you choreographed. Koffee and her dancers walked up to the end of the stage and took a collaborated bow, hand in hand. Thank you Reggae Sumfest! You sat sideline, watching in awe. Her set was amazing.

Not to mention she wasn’t too hard on the eyes either. She had on a pair of light blue shorts, accented with white lines, a plain white tee, a blue fitted and AF1’s that looked like she bought them right before this set. Neck and wrists laced with that Caribbean gold. Her skin was glowing and glistening, sweat parading the circumference of it. Her locs were out, falling and standing right beneath her shoulders. With her team following, she walked and exited stage right, where you had been standing. She looked at you, and your rose your hands to clap for the artist, giving a closed-lip smile. She stopped in front of you gave you a small bow and a smile, appreciating your acknowledgement. You killed it, are you kidding?

A dat yuh seh?! She exclaims and smiles brightly. Respect, respect mama, thank you. Her speaking voice was just astonishing as her singing voice. The accent wasn’t making it any better either. What's your name? Y/N. She hummed at the sound of your name and repeats it. Y/N. I saw you and your dancers dem inna Lila's rehearsal. You have nuff talent. I'm a fan honestly. You scoffed in disbelief, shrugging off the compliment. Oh please. If any one should be a fan, it's me. Well I'd love if you came by one of the rehearsals. Y-you want me to choreograph? Absolutely. She stood trying to read your expression. Not sure if you were happy about the idea. I mean if yuh nuh want to, yuh nuh have to-- No I'd love to. Cool. She smiled brightly. Gimmi yuh numba and mi wi sen yuh all e details dem. If that's ok with you, of course. Yes of course. She takes out her phone and you type in your information. "Y/N." It was nice meeting you officially, Koffee. You can call me Mikayla. The pretty girls nuh have to call me by fi mi stage name. She throws you and wink and walks off to meet back up with her crew. If you weren't a professional at work and if you didn't have any morals, your clothes would be off. You felt your cheeks warm-up and you began to smile against your will. Not knowing this job opportunity would lead into a far more deeper connection.

You came back to reality, visited with a bittersweet feeling of a fond but seemingly distant memory. How did you get here?

She performed a few more songs before making her way off stage to navigate through the crowd and do her rounds with all her people. Panicked seized you as you ran to grab your friend.

“We gotta go, neowwww” You grab Sabi’s arm and begin tugging her away from whoever she had been dancing with and towards the direction you so desperately wanted to go in.

“N-now? But we just got here!” She replies in a semi-whiney tone. You in fact had been there for a couple of hours.

“Yes now— JJ! You ready?” You ask him.

“You ready to go?” He whisper-mouths. You nod & he takes a small sip of his red-stripe beer, taps his friends next to him and off you guys were.

As the two of you approached the resort again, a feeling of relief washed over you. You were somewhat disappointed that you let your anxiety take over you, but at least you left before you were confronted. And you knew you would be.

You hug the boys and thank them before walking in and heading up to your room.

“That party was active, wasn’t it Sab?” you say, walking in, somewhat telling the truth. somewhat deflecting.

“Yeah, until you busted it, party pooper.”

You drop your jaw and gasp, fake taken aback as if you didn’t know what she was referring to. “Whaaat? me? What did I do?”

“wHaT dId i Do!?” she mocked you. “You chickened out on the vibes cuz your girlfriend came and you dodging her.”

“I did not! And she is not my girlfriend.” You start picking things up around y’all room and tidying up, needing something to focus you.

“Nah, Y/N/N, you on some wack shit right now, I won’t even front.”

She wasn’t wrong. If she did want to talk, what was the harm? She didn’t even do anything to you. But what if she hated you? And now you made it even worse, because she SAW you and you ran. She probably thinks you’re dodging her. But aren’t you? You desperately wished you would get it together.

“I mean what was I supposed to do?” You turned to face her.

“I don’t know, maybe talk to her? I mean what you think she gone say, marry me?” She semi-chuckled.

“K likes you, a lot. I can tell. And I think she’d be really good for you. But you gotta believe that you deserve it. Don’t let your overthinking cause her to slip out of your hands.”

You chewed at your bottom lip in thought, pondering on all of the different ways the night could’ve went. You always did this. Self-sabotage, and then beat yourself up over it. It was starting to get old, even for you.

“Imma let you sit with that. I’ll be back, I’mma hit the bar down in the lobby. Get me another lil drinky-drink, okayyy!” She says grabbing her things and you playfully roll your eyes.

“What? Okay don’t look at me like that, your night is over, not mine!” You give a hefty laugh, and slightly nudge her. You do your signature handshake, and she’s off.

Quickly after she unlocks the door with her key and runs back in.

“Almost forgot my hand fan. You know that liquor coat get serious. K bye love you!” And she’s out again. You laugh to yourself. That girl could drink.

You continue tidying up, even though there’s not much to tidy. But any form of cleaning/organizing grounded you, and now in this moment, you needed nothing more but to be grounded.

You were on your way to sit down when there was a subtle knock at your door. Leave it to Sabi to have forgotten something.

You walked up to the door, unlocked it, and began opening it. “What’d you forget this time S—“

Startled, you jump at the sight of who was actually standing before you.

“M-Mikayla?”

“Oh, so you do know who I am?” She says tauntingly, letting herself in. You close the door behind her, eyes following her movements, still in shock.

“I was starting to think seh yuh did forget about me eno?” And she flashes that smile again.

“How did you find me?” You ask sincerely, feeling sort of turned-on, not that you would admit it.

“The gyal who Sabi cousin deh wid told me you’d be here.” Shelley. I should’ve known. It was no coincidence that out of all people, Koffee would be performing there when I was. It started to click. This was a collaborative effort from Sabi and Shelley.

You gave an exhausted sigh as you prepared to plead your innocence. “Look, K, I didn’t mean to run off how I did I j—“

“Oh so you weren’t dodging me then?” She pries, stepping closer to you, waiting to see if you’d lie.

“I-i mean, no. Well, not on purpose.” You half tell the truth. She wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

“Oh suh yuh dweet fi accident?” She gives a sarcastic laugh. Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment, and for once, you wish it was from sunburn and not your own shame.

“I just thought..” You paused, debated telling her the truth or not. Awaiting your answer, she folds her arms across her chest and raises her eyebrows.

You decided to give in. She went through all this trouble.

“I don’t know, I ain’t really think you’d be checking for me like that. You know, with everything you got going on.”

Sheepishly, you looked down at your feet, fidgeting with your bracelet, ironically, the one she brought back for you on your second date. She looks down at it, giving a small, satisfied smirk, thankfully feeling not totally closed off from you like she almost thought.

“A mi tell yuh dat?”

You shook your head no.

“So you assumed,” She began. “I mean which part mek yuh feel like seh I wasn’t ‘checking’ for you?” She lightly mocked. “The repeated calls, or the double-triple texts?”

You chuckled bitterly at her sarcasm, and also at the fact that you couldn’t pin her to be wrong.

“If yuh nuh interested anymore,—“ She began and you couldn’t stomach her even continuing that thought.

“No, no.” You quickly interrupted her. You gave a heap of sigh before you would began to be totally honest with both her and yourself at the same time.

“I like you. I really fucking like you. And that’s the problem. You’re charming, you’re charismatic.. you fine…” you say trailing off that last part, making her laugh heartily.

“You have such a big heart. And if I, as the tough cookie and critic that I am can fall for you, I know girls all around the world are. I’d be lying if I said the thought of that didn’t make me ragingly jealous, but I also like you so much, that I don’t wanna deprive you of that opportunity. There could be someone far better for you out there. You could meet her tomorrow, hell, you could’ve met her already. See i’m all over the place and I—“

“Y/N.” She gently grabs your elbow and gives it a tug to bring you closer. “I appreciate your interest in my well-being. But mi neva ask yuh fi do dat, baby.”

“I chose you fi a reason. If mi really felt like seh a somebody better out deh fi mi, mi woulda neva run down yuh phone.” You laugh at her comedic delivery.

“I’m not perfect, but when mi love somebody mi love deep. A you mi want, and I knew that then and I know that now. All mi ask of you is to put it a likkle effort.”

She raises her hand to wipe the couple of tears that began to fall from your eyes. When you finally looked up at her, all you could do was nod. Nobody had ever went these lengths to show you that they cared before, and it meant so much that the person who was doing so was someone you considered your best friend. Mikayla knew you like the back of her hand. She could pull you out of any mood and place you in a better one, no matter the circumstance. And right now in this moment you felt so safe and so seen. And all you could think about was how silly you had been acting, and how silly it would be to let her go.

“Don’t cry baby.” She pulled you close to her and held you tight.

“I-i’m sorry for n-not answering you I—“ You let your vulnerability take over, and she consoled you before you could even get it out.

“Yuh nuh have to explain to me. Just mind yuh nuh pull away from me like that again, y’hear?” She pulls your chin up to her, switching her gaze between both of your eyes.

You lean into her and the two of you share a kiss. A pair of lips you have been longing to feel and haven’t felt in months. Instantly you felt a rush of emotions, all of which you felt when the two of you first met.

“Cuz mi need. All. of dis. yah love yah.” She repeatedly pecked you between each fragment, making you giggle into her lips.

“Okaaay, okay!” You say fake fighting her off. Truthfully you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be. You wrapped your arms around her neck and hoisted yourself up, locking your legs around her waist. You missed this feeling. You missed her. But you don’t know peace. Not yet.

“.. So who was that girl on stage who was tryna dance with you?” You playfully start an argument.

“Oh nuh start yuh fuckry, Y/N please.” She laughs and carries you out to the next room. And the two of you fall into each other all over again.

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Luke Arnold: "There's a lot of me in Fetch, more than I'd probably like to admit".

Luke Arnold is an Australian actor, director and writer who rose to fame in 2014 for playing John Long Silver in the television series Black Sails. Throughout his career he has participated in various theatre and television productions that have allowed him to grow as a person and professional. In 2020, in the midst of the pandemic, he published his first novel, The Last Smile in Sunder City, which arrived in Spain a year later through Gamon Fantasy, the fantasy imprint of Trini Vergara Ediciones.

The work, winner of the BookNest Award for best first novel, places us in a world in which magic has disappeared and the magical creatures that inhabit it are gradually withering away due to the lack of magic. With hints of mystery, fresh, witty humour and light-hearted action, The Last Smile in Sunder City introduces us to Fetch Phillips, a private investigator with a drinking problem but a lot of charisma, who seeks to help any creature who requires his services, whether it be to find a missing person, solve a murder or ensure the safety of a client during an exchange.

Shortly after the publication of The Last Smile in Sunder City, Dead Man in a Ditch, the author's second book, arrived on our shelves as part of The Fetch Phillips Files that began with his previous work. Most recently, April 2023 saw the publication of With One Foot in the Abyss (One Foot in the Fade), which continues Fetch's adventures.

On the occasion of the release of this latest book, Luke Arnold has made a stop in the city of Barcelona, during his literary tour, to tell us a little more about his urban fantasy novels that are conquering readers from different countries. In Cuánta Cultura we have had the opportunity to interview him to bring you a little closer to this author who has arrived on the scene.

Photograph of Luke Aronld with two of his books (La última sonrisa en Sunder City and Con un pie en el abismo) in the Gigamesh bookshop (c) Pol S. Roca

Cuantra Cultura (CC) : In The Last Smile in Sunder City you dedicate the book to your father, who opened the doors to fantasy for you. I'd like you to tell us what fantasy means to you, how important it is.

Luke Arnold : I've always been drawn to fantasy since I was a child and it was this genre that shaped my imagination as a reader. I find that, as a writer and creator, I find the complexity of the real world too overwhelming. That's why I like the freedom that the fantasy genre gives me, a freedom that allows me to explore, also, very complex aspects of a completely invented world, whether social, cultural or political, without having the need to be tied to reality.

C.C : As an actor, if you had to play Fetch Phillips, how would you play him?

L.A : Actually I already do a bit of Fetch Phillips when I record the audiobooks in English and I think this is the only time I'm going to play him.

For anyone playing this character it's important to keep in mind that he has a lot on his mind: about the kind of man he thinks he needs to be, the kind of masculinity he should embody, what it means to do good and whether he's the one to do it… It's true that Fetch tries to project that vision he has (that he wants to have or thinks he should have of himself), but underneath it all he's just a nervous, anxious, repressed, fearful, sad, hopeless, guilty little boy.

However, there is a part of him that does like being the tough guy who gets drunk. It is very important for anyone who has to play this character to keep all this in mind.

C.C : We would like to know what made you take the leap into the world of literature. What was the spark that made you pick up your pen and create such a charismatic character as Fetch?

L.A : When I was a child, it was clear to me that I wanted to write. The first time I played something were stories that I had created. I would put ideas in my head, shape them and then act them out. That's when I started performing things in front of other people.

What tends to happen with these things is that, when you perform something, you tend to get called back for more stuff. They say "hey, we're going to do a play, we're going to do a short film, come and present this act" and as a teenager it's a lot more fun to perform than it is to be in your room alone, writing.

In that sense, life took me down that path, even though I was very clear that I was still a writer. It's been a process of finding myself as a writer again.

I remember, when I was young, I wrote a short story that was a prototype of both Fetch and Sunder City, but it was a very superficial vision. It was more of a typical tough-guy detective going around, investigating. There were some elements that still exist today, like the disappearance of magic, but the character of Fetch was more of a stereotype of what a young kid imagines that idea of the adult to be.

It wasn't until I got to a point in my life where I realised I had enough perspective to look at the vision of masculinity, maturity and growing up that I really started to get excited about writing this. I found myself able to set aside some of my time to dive in and sink my teeth into this world and this story.

"John Long Silver and Fetch Phillips have very different ways of dealing with their personal tragedies and their conception of the world as a dangerous place." - Luke Arnold

C.C : You talk about things you wrote a long time ago like the story that was the germ of Fetch and Sunder City, can you tell us, if you remember, what were the first stories you created?

L.A : I don't remember exactly what I wrote first, but I do know that a lot of the short stories I wrote as a kid were very much inspired by the comics I read. I would write my own comics or create stories based on probably whatever I was reading at the time, things with a lot of action. At that time I was already leaning very much towards fantasy and magical realism, in fact I have some of the comics from primary schools and they're all blatant plagiarisms of the Nightmares books or the X-Patrol comics.

Photo of Luke Arnold after the meeting that took place in the Gigamesh bookshop (c) Pol S. Roca

C.C : Writers tend to pour a part of ourselves into the story and the characters, both consciously and unconsciously. Is there anything of yours (way of thinking, any experience, lived feelings…) in the Fetch books that you have captured?

L.A : There's a lot of me in Fetch, more than I'd probably like to admit. In the end, I think books serve to explore a lot of things, they allow us to introspect and find out about ourselves. In this case, Fetch grapples with the idea of how to be a good person in a society that is broken.

When we conform and follow the herd, we become complicit in certain events that are happening in our society. At the same time, if we go against the tide, if we decide to rebel, the act itself has a cost, a price. And I think that in our world, whatever position we are in, we are all facing these same questions, the personal responsibility we all have for the society and the world we live in.

Many of us right now are in a dichotomy of whether to try to do good things for ourselves and our immediate environment (for our neighbours, family and friends), or whether to try to change the social fabric around us. This obviously leads you to wonder what the people you are rebelling against would do or how what you do will change society. The Sunder City books are a safe way to be able to explore, through Fetch, all these questions before you go out and start kicking things around.

C.C : For Black Sails you played the well-known fictional pirate John Long Silver, a character with a brutal evolution and a great charisma throughout the series. Those of us who have seen the series can't help but imagine Fetch a bit like Silver, although it's true that Fetch is a character with a great sense of guilt and a bit broken, but I'd like to ask you, first, if there's anything you took away from your performance as Silver and, of course, if there's anything of Silver in Fetch.

L.A : In my opinion, I think they are two very different characters, both in their view of the world and their place in it and how that manifests itself in their personalities. In the end, John Long Silver and Fetch Phillips have very different ways of dealing with their personal tragedies and their conception of the world as a dangerous place.

Silver is a very capable character, who knows how to take care of himself because it is clear to him that no one is going to do it for him. That's why he adapts so well and so well. It's also why his story starts out as a fish out of water in Nassau and eventually manages to cope. Not only does he get what he wants, but he also goes all the way to the top.

Fetch, on the other hand, has done terrible things trying to fit in. He did what the people around him told him what to do, what to say, what to think. In that sense I think they are very different from each other.

Photograph of Luke Arnold during the interview he gave me at the Gigamesh bookshop (c) Pol S. Roca

C.C : Who or what is your greatest inspiration when creating (films, theatre, actors, directors, etc.)? Tell me about your greatest idols.

L.A : I find it really hard to choose when I'm asked about top ten, favourites, etc., so I'm going to talk about more recent things. The first books that really caught my attention in that sense were Joe Abercrombie's books.

Lately I've been reading The Ultimate Revenge and The Heroes and I find it extraordinary how he, dealing with such big themes and ideas, is able to keep it all very much rooted in the characters and in the humour. Joe Abercrombie, in fact, I think I've only got a couple of books left to read. And then there's Terry Pratchett also for the same thing, for how he deals with these very complex ideas with humour and how he manages to stick with the characters. These two authors are very much reflected in Sunder City.

Another thing that Abercrombie has in common with Pratchett is that they both don't take themselves too seriously and that's very important when you're trying to deal with very big issues from a social-political point of view.

C.C : In an interview you said that one of your favourite fantasy books is Peter Pan. Everyone knows it from the Disney film, but there are many who have not read J.M. Barrie's work. What do you like most about this story? What would you say about it to encourage people to read it?

L.A : It's going to be difficult to answer this question because the first film I made as an actor was an adaptation of Peter Pan and I haven't read the book since. This was in 2002 and from then on I spent a lot of time working in the specialist department of fencing choreographers. Now what I have in my head, above all, is the film that I made and probably also the Disney adaptation. I think it's a good reminder that I need to pick up the book again and read it.

C.C : Would you be up for writing a pirate novel?

L.A : It would be super fun. The truth is that I don't see myself writing a realistic pirate novel, something from the Golden Age of piracy, a very historical work. It would have to be set in a fantasy world that takes the elements of pirates that we all love so much. What I'm still not clear on is how I would do it, what exactly that would look like.

In the Sunder City books, Fetch hasn't even been near the water yet, so that's a tough one, but my agent occasionally brings up the idea of pirates. I think my publishers would love it, it would certainly be a lot of fun, I just have to find a way to approach it.

Photograph of the three books by Luke Arnold (The Last Smile in Sunder City, Dead Man in a Ditch and One Foot in the Fade) published by Gamon Fantasy (c) Cristina García Trufero

The Fetch Phillips archives are not only urban fantasy noir novels to enjoy and pass the time with, but they also contain a reflection on what it means to grow up, to lose that innocence and see yourself involved in an adult world where the magic that existed in your youth is completely lost. It talks about the responsibilities one has towards oneself, but it also criticises today's society through a narrative with fantastic elements that lead us to ask ourselves certain questions about the world, its evolution and our role in it.

During his visit to Barcelona, in the meeting that took place in the Gigamesh bookshop, Luke Arnold announced that he was working on a fourth book of The Fetch Phillips Archives, so we will be able to enjoy a new adventure of this peculiar private investigator in the future. This is undoubtedly great news for all fans of his work.

From Cuánta Cultura, we will follow this author who has made us enjoy so much with Fetch very closely. We are sure that he will continue to surprise us not only as an actor, but also through his fantasy stories.

Photo credits to Libreria Gigamesh's Facebook official page and Cuanta Cultura

Translated with DeepL Translator

Source: Cuanta Cultura

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Happy 30th anniversary to Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers! Thirty years ago today, the Power Rangers franchise debuted in the United States and was an instant hit. The series was originally a Japanese one titled Kyōryū Sentai Zyuranger. All the footage of the Rangers in their armor, along with any shots of the Zords, battles (yep they used actual cardboard building props for those scenes), and villains is from the original Japanese series (any "monsters" received an English dub). The series was so popular here in the U.S. that Japan began showing it there - with subtitles! Yes, their original material was such a hit that the host country bought the rights to show it there!

Oh, and fun fact - ever notice how only the Pink Ranger has a skirt on her armor? That's because in the original Japanese version, there is only one girl Ranger - the pink one. The Yellow Ranger was a male in the original version, which is why there is no skirt with the armor.

Another fun fact - the Command Center? It's a real place! It's called House of the Book and is located on the American Jewish University's Brandeis-Bardin Campus in Simi Valley, California. So the exterior shots of the Command Center are of an actual building. How cool is that?!

To commemorate this milestone, I dug out some of my most valued possessions. I've had these three dolls since the series was still live on TV. They were literally made for girls, as depicted on their boxes (and only the girls were made, not the guys). These fashion dolls are about the size of a Skipper doll now, and each one came with her respective uniform and a blasting gun, as well as an extra set of clothes for school/everyday wear. All three girls were made - Kimberly, Trini, and Aisha. I was fortunate enough to get Trini before she was replaced by Aisha in the series. RIP to Trini's actress, Thuy Trang, who was sadly killed in a car accident in 2001. (And also RIP to our beloved Green/White Ranger, Jason David Frank, who died just last year).

So I dug the three of them out and got some photos. Kimberly and Trini will remain in their uniforms because it is very difficult to get those boots and gloves back on once they've been taken off. I opted to leave Aisha in her school clothes since there are two Yellow Rangers. Here they are in all their glory! Go, go, Power Rangers!

Kimberly & Trini:

Yes, the helmets are only hollow shells that cover the faces LOL. Hey, it was 1993! The details are still great, though! These days you'd probably get uniforms with the details stickered on...

In the Command Center, without helmets:

Checking out the Viewing Globe - have to keep Angel Grove safe!

And last but not least, Aisha, the successor of Trini!

[erkhyan]

English: “I have three fathers.”

Spanglish: “Tengo una trini-Dad.”

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(-FILLER-)

❛ For the first time in years, fear loosened its grip, replaced by a warmth she hadn't felt in decades—maybe, just maybe, the world isn't as cruel as she thought.❜

(EVELYN & STRANGER) A Quiet Shield. || 13+ One-shot || Not Started < Stories/Art on this page are for mature audiences and over. Contains graphic behavior that may be too much for some readers. Please understand that if this is too much click off, your mental health matters and I’ll see you in the next post. >

(-MODERN WARFARE-)

❛ You think attention is love, and that’s why you suffer so deeply. ❜

(KINGER x CUPID) Where Loyalty Collide. || 16+ One-shot || Not Started < Stories/Art on this page are for mature audiences and over. Contains graphic behavior that may be disturbing for some readers. Please understand that if this is too much click off, your mental health matters and I’ll see you in the next post. >

(-BLACK OPS 6-)

❛ You’ve shown me the true meaning of disappointment. ❜

(FLINT x MELLOW) The Soldier's Solace || 17+ One-shot || Not Started < Stories/Art on this page are for mature audiences and over. Contains graphic behavior that may be disturbing for some readers. Please understand that if this is too much click off, your mental health matters and I’ll see you in the next post. >

VISUALS + RANDOMS 📝 : ▼

Random things in pockets and bags 🎒 || Mini Series || -> What does the Commander Team carry on them when they’re on leave? (featuring. Herefordshire Blue Temple!)

Fish Outta Water 🏴‍☠️ || Mini Series || -> How would Commander Task Force, Blue Temple, and Task Force 1-4-1 look as mermaids/mermen (sirens) and pirates?

Twisted Intentions 🔗 [Villain AU] (featuring. Herefordshire Blue Temple!) || Mini Series || -> What if the “heroes” of this story went bad for their own selfish reasons?

Deadman's Cry 🎭 [Purge AU] (featuring. Commander Task Force, Task Force 1-4-1 and Herefordshire Blue Temple!) || Mini Series || -> For one night, the masks come off, and the monsters show their faces. < Original credits idea inspired by © ISLANDTEROCHIPS // @islandtarochips au post that can be found right here. >

✦ ORIGINAL WRITING, ART, ANIMATION AND NOVELLA WORKS THAT I AM WORKING ON! 📝 : ▼

Written In The Pages Of My Life (an original book/art/animation that tells the story of my testimony when I was 13-14 years old) < Art/Animation on this series are for mature audiences and over. Contains graphic behavior that may be disturbing for some viewers. Please understand that if this is too much click off, your mental health matters and I’ll see you in the next post. >

Sin Parar (an original analog animation series) < Art/Animation on this series are for mature audiences and over. Contains graphic behavior that may be disturbing for some viewers. Please understand that if this is too much click off, your mental health matters and I’ll see you in the next post. >

< Biblical Novella > The Heaven Series (an original religious book/visual novella which includes comedy, backstory, and angst yet wholesome) < But one of the men with Jesus pulled out his sword and struck the high priest's slave, slashing off his ear. “Put away your sword,” Jesus told him. “Those who use the sword will die by the sword. Don't you realize that I could ask my Father for thousands of angels to protect us, and he would send them instantly?” - Matthew 26:51-53 >

✦ MY DIARY : 000 - 001 - 002 - 003 - 004 - 005

✦ MY STUFF : #— inari updates #— inari rambles #— inari answers #— inari thoughts #— inari arts #— inari writes #— inari animations #— inari wips #— inari spilled ink #— inari talks #— inari church yap-yaps

✦ EQUIPMENTS I USE :

Apps - Procreate | VLLO | After Effects

Tablet - Ipad 6th Generation

Laptop: Samsung Google ChromeOS

Art Supplies - A Plane Sketchpad and Click Pencil (0.5)

You might come here or follow me after seeing one of my arts, posts, or memes. My blog mostly posts about my arts, thoughts, memes, or comics related to CoD, my life, or the bible. Let me introduce myself (´ᴗ ` )

This post isn't that long, but please read until the disclaimer.

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✦ GENERAL :

I am a 16-year-old Form 3 secondary school student! (Grade 8) I am also studying P.O.B. (Principles of Business), and medicine, along with writing, animation, and art!

Creating OCs in writing is what I like to do (I can't draw well but I'm learning to)

I like writing and drawing stories and art about my characters or any other people's OCs (We all wanted to have comfort characters in our lives or we tried to comfort them and make them have a happy ending)

I’m a bit tied up right now, so I might not be available all the time. Thank you for understanding!

I'm also the main art and illustrator designer for @/Jason's Exotic Seafood Trading on Instagram!

My big dream is to one day be commissioned by Certified Sampson [Instagram], Kalonji [YouTube], Highman Flicks [TikTok], and Jordxn.xi [Instagram]. (Viewer Discretion IS Advise For Kalonji and Highman Flicks)

Proud Trinidadian based in the Caribbean. (Big up tuh allyuh! 🇹🇹 👉😎👉)

I really love making OCs on any fandoms that are based with the Indigenous sides (Mostly the Trini/Vene ones) and would love to share my culture with you guys here.

I love making comics, usually; angst (I'm allergic to angst but at the same time I'm never against it, I just love to make myself suffer lmao) or comedy-themed. I'm a fluff and hurt/comfort advocate (^.^)

I'm an INTJ who's OBSESSED with dark and green aesthetics.

I technically can't see so well with my eyes (very VERY blurry) so I wear strong glasses lenses.

I usually listen to music when I draw or write when I'm off of school. If you're like me who's bored and staring at a screen all the time or stressed out due to school work, feel free to follow my Esounds playlist (Since I'm too frickin broke to afford Spotify) and my playlists are yours to hear! (my playlists are my stuff) (￣\/￣.) They are my main inspiration for writing and art.

✦ FANDOM/INTERESTS :

ANIME : Naruto, One Piece, Boruto (the manga), Demon Slayer, SpyxFamily. (Multifandom1)

GAMES : Free Fire (since 2017 with my big bro), Call Of Duty (og lover since 2017!, Thanks J <3), GTA, The Last of Us, Resident Evil (Multifandom2)

FAV YOUTUBERS : CoryxKenshin (my fav fr!), Mikeeey, Markiplier, ManlyBadassHero, EmortalMarcus, Rotten Mango, Jschlatt.

LIKES: Analog Horror, True Crime Storytelling, Church, Studying, Reading, Art, and Music. Food...

✦ NOT INTERESTED IN :

Politics/social issues

NSFW (Please keep in mind that slight Nude Art isn't sexual or p0rn0graphic, it shows the beauty of others and makes them come out as confident in their own body WITHOUT being provocative or perverted. > Matthew 18:9 says, "And if your eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away." which means any choice has consequences. Putting away lust means loss of a temporal pleasure. Not everything must be perverted.)

Any form of rape/sexual assault, incest/pedophilia, pro-shippers.

General negativity (If any of you wanna start shit insulting anyone, my mutuals or supporters with different opinions, beliefs, sexuality, ect all for shits and giggles or hate in general, respectfully get out before I block you. Because I do not promote that kind of behaviour!! I don’t care if you are a self-proclaimed ‘Christian’, pick up your Bible and learn with your heart and not with your pride or ego my brother/sister in Christ. Mark 12:31, 1 John 4:19, 1 John 4:11, Matthew 7:1, Luke 6:37.)

✦ DISCLAIMER :

I welcome all interactions as long as it is done in a kind and respectful manner. I want to clarify that I am a Christian, but I do not intend to impose my religion on anyone. My purpose here is to express my enthusiasm for the things that I love and am passionate about. I am happy to interact with anyone, regardless of their identity or who they love. However I do have some limitations on what I can or cannot draw, and I hope you understand this. (Anyone can interact with my bible-yap yapping posts and give their opinions however you want, again, just be respectful.)

If you want to send me DM's or ask to belittle me or say something mean then please don't bother. I'm broke, I sleep short hours a day, my eyes hurt, my back hurts, my butt hurts cuz I'm sitting in a class, my feet hurt because I have to walk very far to school and very far to home, I got loads of school work/assignments and I don't need more problems. Please don't waste your time being rude. If you hate my work then don't interact with it because Tumblr will suggest more of it to you.

Please don't demand(in an aggressive way) or rush any stories/art from me! I appreciate people being excited but there are ways to ask if I am going to write/draw something other than commanding me to do it!

DO NOT repost OR translate my works on other sites. I reserve all rights to my works. If you do this I will block and report your accounts on the respective platform you’re using. (exp: Wattpad, ao3, Pinterest, A.I, or any other platform)

Thank you for reaching out to me. I read every single ask and DM's you send me. If I don't answer or reply, that means I don't know how to answer because I'm awkward, I'm busy with schoolwork, and I have a lot on my plate. I live in D/P, Trinidad (UTC−04:00), so if I haven’t replied to your message, that means It’s night and I’m asleep. I will reply as soon as I can! (´－ω－)人

I am happy for you to use my artwork as your profile picture or header or anything else publicly, but please remember to give me © credit or put my name @ctxinari. Do not repost, nor claim it as your own. It is a basic art and writer's rules. Thank you for understanding.

I don’t mind MDNI / NSFW accounts following me and liking my posts/content. But I will make it clear that I WILL NOT allow nsfw accounts to make inappropriate fanfics/art of my ocs/characters nor will I interact with said account since I AM a minor. (I have seen a lot of discourse, again, about minors being in NSFW spaces and even some adults defending minors and that’s not okay. A friend and I have done some research and have collected the above materials to show minors [those who are under the age of 18] that it is illegal for a minor to write, read, or interact with any sort of NSFW work. When you do so you are putting adults at risk because adults will have to answer for your actions. You are putting adults at risk of legal trouble. When an adult blocks you it is not because they are trying to be mean, it’s because they are trying to protect themselves and in existence you from anything bad happening. Nobody wants to end up in jail over a fictional story. It’s not fair to adults that you’re putting them at such risk because you want to read about your favorite characters having sex.)

All in all, welcome to my blog! Stay positive, stay happy, and have a nice day dear!

ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ ✦

✦ Mutuals can also ask for my discord, don’t be shy! ✦

-This digital is copyrighted by © CTXINARI | OFFICIAL.FRANA | 2024 — reblogs are greatly appreciated dear ✰-

[sparrow-mask22]

Trimberly Red, White and Royal Blue AU

I know I haven’t posted anything Trimberly related in a while but this idea suddenly sprung to my mind on the fine thanksgiving day

Trimberly Red, White and Royal Blue AU where Trini is the FDOTUS of and Kim is an English Princess (because Naomi Scott is English IRL)

THE V&A SCENE!!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍

My two favorite things together

(if anyone wants to use this prompt for their own stories feel free just credit me if you do so)

[yet-another-deanw-girl]

Chapter 14: The Ghost and The Network

||The Prophecy Series||

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: During episode 13 of season 10 "Halt & Catch Fire"

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

"It's like I told the detective. I was drunk, but I wasn't hallucinating. The truck had a mind of its own." The college girl said "How so?" "Like, the air went full blast even though it wasn't on and the radio went crazy and so did Trini." "And Trini is?" I ask. "Ah, you have to excuse my partner. When it comes to technology, he's a little behind. Uh…he just learned how to poke on Facebook." Sammy smirks at me. "Uh, um, Trini is the nav app we were using. It..  It's like a talking map. You’re Gen X. Right."

"Alright, so big brother didn't get along with little brother, was pissed that he was driving his baby. I get it." This case looks like a simple salt and burn.

Well… it's not.  It's a ghost haunting the Internet. How is this even working! The Internet! Awesome… Ema's expertise could be really helpful. All the tech and supernaturals combination is more in her alley. She would have had a really good and possible explanation and probably some clever solution, like… I don't know… like something simple and obvious… But she is still bound to the bunker… It's been almost 5 months.  How is that possible?  To know her for this short amount of time and to feel like I always have?

"I think about Andrew all the time. And I've never even met the guy."  I'm sitting with a college girl waiting for Sam's call. I didn't even bother to remember her name. She is full of regret about what happened to that guy.  "It’s pretty crazy to obsess over someone you've never met." "It's not that crazy." I try to reassure her. "The truth is, I can relate. I have made more mistakes than I can count. Ones that haunt me day and night." I confess. "So… how do you deal?" "Whiskey… Denial…" I laugh sadly. Yeah… I'm pathetic like that… "I do my best to make things right, whatever that may be. You can't just bury stuff like this. You got to deal with it."  I realize that I can't bury my problems too. I have to face this thing head on. No more running, no more denial, it's time to accept it.

Image from Pinterest

"Looks like Andrew wasn't the only one who chose peace." We are standing in front of Andrew's house looking at how his wife invites a stranger into her home so they can find peace together. "Yeah. Looks like…" I smile at the two women. "I think I'm gonna follow his lead, too." "What do you mean?" "My peace is helping people. Working cases. That's all I want to do." "Is this about The Mark?" Sam asks me with worry in his voice. "I'm done trying to find a cure, Sammy." I finally admit to my brother. "Dean, Cas is so close." "To what? We don’t even know if there is a cure. So far, we've got nothing. We have found nothing at the Men of Letters library. Metatron may or may not know something. And maybe… Cas is on to something with Cain. Maybe…" "Yeah, maybe! Nothing is guaranteed, Dean. So what? We can't just stop fighting." Sam tries to reason with me but I'm done with all of this false hope. Now I can understand Ema. I can understand why she is not fighting… why she is just looking from the sideline. "Yes, we can. We already have the solution back in the bunker. You may not like it. But it seems like Emilia was right." "So, this is it? Y… you're just gonna… you're just gonna give up." "No. No, I'm not just gonna give up." I'm desperately trying to explain myself, trying to make him hear me, trying to make him understand.  "I appreciate the effort, okay? I do. But the answer is not out there.  It's with me.  I need to be the one calling the shots here, okay? I can’t keep waking up every morning with this false hope! I got to know where I stand. Otherwise, I’m gonna lose my freakin' mind. So I’m gonna fight it until I can't fight it anymore. And when all is said and done… I'll go down swinging. But I need you to promise me something…" "Anything…" "No matter what happens to me… No matter how this thing turns out… You will not harm Ema…"

Chapter 15: Just Turn It Off And On Again >>

||The Prophecy Series||

[spyld]

Does non-french based patois (jamaican, trini,etc) count as a seperate language from english?

Yeah, most definitely!

Also I'm not gonna start judging on what's ~English~ or not. Use your own feelers on this. I'll accept northern english dialect too cause you get bullied for that too. Just don't BBC English me and we'll be fine

[violetmuses]

Complicated - A. Aretas (Part II) ❤️‍🩹

Title: Complicated - A. Aretas (Part II) ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Armando Aretas meets you for the very first time during Mike Lowrey's Zoom Call.

@peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss @deja-r @hyper-trash-panda @amethyst-loves-bucky @planetblaque @sweettea-and-honeybutter @lovedlover @xjjawsomex @readingisahobby @kindofaintrovert @nelo0wesker @gg-trini @cloveroctobers @maliagurl @nobodygetsza @twinklestarslight @yassbishimvintage @episodes-ff 🏷

Part I ❤️‍🩹

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2024

“Good morning.” You've crossed the Miami Police Department and smiled when AMMO reunited.

Despite celebrating Mike Lowrey's wedding, tragedy struck.

Fellow detective Marcus Burnett, Mike's longtime partner and best friend, suffered this unexpected heart attack while enjoying that lovely reception.

It's a miracle to see Burnett this morning as he shuffled footsteps near you and held his recovered heart.

“Got something for me, Rook?” Marcus shortened one of your nicknames again.

“No.” You shook your head because medical treatment changed Burnett's diet for several reasons.

“Can we pick up doughnuts later?” Marcus attempted once more.

“No. I'm not helping.” You gently warned Burnett again.

“Damn.” Marcus gritted his teeth and planned to join the briefing room with everyone else.

Right before you'd follow comrades and start working, Mike Lowrey's Porsche reached one curb. Even upbeat music played from the radio.

Heads turned in every direction when criminal Armando Aretas trailed Mike's path.

“There she is. Are we late?” Lowrey opened both arms to hug you after entering the briefing room.

“No, but talk to Marcus. His sugar tooth kicked off again.” You laughed.

“Aight, thanks.” Mike tapped your shoulder and walked elsewhere to join Burnett.

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Following the McGarth rescue, Armando moved off-grid and quickly escaped law enforcement until further notice, coming right back to Miami now.

Still given official efforts to cut down his lifelong prison sentence, Aretas would continue helping out the AMMO squad.

You sat down near colleagues. Even Armando caught on, wanting for new Captain Rita Secada to stand right behind the podium with business.

No longer sporting that prison uniform, Aretas wore this Bud Light t-shirt and removed one trucker hat, which veiled his brown eyes. Jeans covered both legs while boots stepped along.

“Hey.” His slightly accented English returned this time.

“Hi.” You remained cordial once more because there's no other choice in public.

Despite sharing this brief exchange, Armando still remembered how you joined that private Zoom call from Mike's wedding.

You looked so good that night and Aretas quietly wondered if someone special waited for you at home.

Knowing better, he straightened up and focused when Rita Secada emerged at last.

Here we go. You thought, ready to hustle.

*****

Early mornings and late nights drifted more often than not when work resumed. You even found out that Armando would become your own partner.

Crashing with tech genius Dorn and weapons expert Kelly one night, you sit on the living room floor, watching that ceiling while unable to sleep.

“Do you feel better?” You questioned Armando as he joined the couch instead.

“About what?” Aretas squinted.

“No more handcuffs.” Your own voice turned gentle. “You have another chance.”

“Not really.” Aretas then struggled without overreacting. “I…I don't know what else to do.”

“Live.” You say, leaving his spot for bed this time around.

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By morning, you shared breakfast with the team and traded personal phone numbers.

No matter what happened next, this grudge decided to fade away.