#afro ho

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

The Flashes and their free-flowing-hair cowls.

[xoxorealitygalore]

Plan B 6

Jey Uso x Afro-Brazilian OC

Summary: In her thirties and single after a breakup, Hamisa decides she wants to become a mother, despite her friends' and family's objections. Unable to wait any longer, she chooses to have a baby on her own. However, she unknowingly ends up using her ex-boyfriend sperm after he drunkenly swapped her donor’s sample for his own. As Hamisa raises her child, she starts noticing striking similarities between her ex-boyfriend and her baby, leading to questions about the true origins of her child's conception.

Plan B Masterlist

Taglist: @xbriexx @christinabae @blackchickinthedesert @princess-saki1 @skyesthebomb @raya-hunter01 @theusotwinzcom @yana3sworld @mindairy @wwecrazed2010

Previous

Hamisa sat quietly in Joshua’s living room, her eyes trailing over the peaceful scene unfolding before her as Jhream crawled after Jeyce, chasing him, and the warmth of the home and the soft chatter in the background seemed to lull her into a moment of calm.

Jhream's chubby little hands clung to the soft rug beneath her, her tiny pitter-pattering across the floor as Jeyce teased her with gentle tickles. Hamisa couldn’t help but smile at the innocence of the moment, yet, her thoughts kept drifting to the reason she was there.

Talisua, Joshua's mother, was sitting across from Hamisa on the other sofa. The older woman looked at her with a kind, almost maternal gaze that Hamisa had grown used to over the years, and yet it was still something that always made her feel a little uneasy.

Talisua had always been more than Joshua’s mother to her. In a strange, maternal way, she had always been someone Hamisa could rely on. Someone who had always seemed to care for her, despite the occasional tension between them. But today, there was something different in Talisua's demeanor, something more intense, more purposeful.

With a soft sigh, Talisua broke the comfortable silence. “Hamisa, we need to talk about Jhream’s first birthday party.”

Hamisa blinked, momentarily taken aback by the request. She looked down at her hands, fiddling with the edge of her sleeve.

A party? For Jhream? It seemed a bit early to be talking about it, at least, in Hamisa’s opinion. After all, the baby’s first birthday wasn’t for another three months. It was, in her mind, still far too distant to be concerning herself with it now.

Talisua, however, seemed insistent. “We need to start planning, sooner rather than later,” she said, the seriousness in her tone unmistakable.

Hamisa was about to protest, but as she glanced over at her daughter, crawling and cooing innocently at Jeyce, she realized how much time had already passed.

Perhaps Talisua was right.

Perhaps it was time to start planning. But she couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. The idea of planning a grand celebration for a baby who wouldn’t even remember it felt a bit over the top, but she knew it was important to Talisua.

And truthfully, it was important to Joshua as well.

As if on cue, Joshua’s voice interrupted the conversation. His Zoom meeting with WWE executives was finally over, and he had made his way into the living room, where his daughter immediately bounced in excitement at the sight of him.

The change in Jhream’s expression when she saw her father was instant, her little hands reached out toward him, and she squealed happily, her baby voice carrying across the room. Joshua, grinning from ear to ear, leaned down and scooped her into his arms, her tiny body wrapping around him with joyful affection.

“You’ve got a way with her,” Talisua said, watching the interaction with a knowing smile. Her words were soft but filled with emotion. It warmed Hamisa’s heart to see Joshua so at ease with their daughter, and she couldn’t deny the joy that filled her chest as she watched the little girl clinging to her father.

“Yeah, she’s a daddy’s girl,” Joshua chuckled, settling onto the sofa next to Hamisa. He adjusted Jhream on his lap, letting her bounce and babble on his knees. “How’s the planning going? What’s the budget looking like?”

Hamisa looked over at him, surprised at how casual the conversation was becoming. She slid her legs onto his lap, a gesture so natural that it felt as though no time had passed at all. Despite their differences and the years of separation, moments like these still seemed familiar, as if their bond had never truly been broken.

Talisua smiled as she watched the two of them. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope blooming in her chest. She had always known that Joshua and Hamisa made a beautiful couple. They had once been so happy, so in love. It had been heartbreaking for her to see them fall apart, especially when their separation had been over something so trivial as the direction their relationship should take.

Now, though, with Jhream in the picture, Talisua couldn’t help but wonder if the bond between them could be rekindled. Perhaps co-parenting would bring them back together, even if just for the sake of their daughter.

“The budget is nonexistent,” Hamisa teased, her voice light, but with an undertone of truth. “Jhream has very expensive taste.”

Joshua laughed. “Just like her mama,” he replied, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

Talisua didn’t miss the exchange. She had been waiting for this moment, the perfect opportunity to voice her thoughts. Leaning forward slightly, she added, “You know what else would be expensive but worth it?”

Hamisa and Joshua both looked at her, their curiosity piqued.

Talisua’s smile grew mischievous. “A wedding.”

Hamisa froze, her heart skipping a beat. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she glanced at Joshua, who was already looking at his mother in shock.

“Ma,” Joshua said, his voice a mixture of surprise and warning.

Talisua, however, tried to play innocent, her face the picture of feigned confusion. “What? It’s something to think about. Jhream would make such a pretty flower girl,” she said, her voice light and teasing.

Hamisa couldn’t breathe. The room seemed to close in on her, and she suddenly felt very exposed, as though the walls were closing in around her. A wedding? The thought was overwhelming. It was something she hadn’t considered. Not in the way that Talisua was suggesting, at least.

Joshua, ever the protective son, shook his head. “Ma, please don’t.”

But Talisua was relentless. “What? The way you two were all over each other at Hamisa’s birthday party last Saturday. Do not tell me you’re not still in love with each other. You can’t deny it.”

The words stung more than Hamisa cared to admit. Her heart began to race as memories of that night flooded her mind. Her birthday, Joshua’s touch, their closeness, the way he had looked at her. It all felt so vivid and real. But now, in the cold light of day, the possibility of rebuilding their relationship felt like an impossible mountain to climb.

“Ma, please,” Joshua said again, his voice firm.

Hamisa could only stare at him, trying to find the right words, but nothing came out. And then, just as quickly as the tension had risen, it seemed to deflate as Talisua stood up, reaching for Jhream. The little girl, oblivious to the adult drama, immediately reached out for her grandmother, her tiny hands extended with trust and affection.

“Come on, give me my grandbaby,” Talisua said, a playful note in her voice. “You two can sit here and be in denial, but I’m going to go check on my other grandbaby.”

As Talisua walked off, Hamisa couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between her and Joshua. She turned to face him, her voice quiet but laced with a need for resolution. “So, you’re not gonna say anything?”

Joshua met her gaze, his expression serious, and for the first time in a long while, Hamisa felt as if the words he spoke would finally bring them clarity.

“What do you want me to say, Hamisa?” Joshua’s voice was soft but tinged with emotion. “My mother’s right. We still love each other. I know I was wrong for breaking up with you. I did something dumb, but it was also something that ended up being pretty good for us because we have Jhream now.” He paused, his eyes locking onto hers. “I want another chance with you. I love you.”

Hamisa’s throat tightened, and she looked down at her hands, unsure of what to say. The emotions coursing through her were overwhelming, and she couldn’t quite find the strength to respond. But after a moment, she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, “I love you too.”

Joshua leaned forward, his eyes searching hers. “So, what are we doing?”

“I have to think about it,” Hamisa replied, her voice steady but uncertain. “I don’t want you to change your mind.”

“I won’t,” Joshua promised, his gaze never leaving hers. “I won’t.”

Later that evening, Hamisa found herself at a bachelorette party for her cousin, Claudia. The music pounded through the walls of the club, the lights flashing in rhythm with the beats, and the energy was palpable. Claudia, the bride-to-be, was at the center of the celebration, her infectious laughter ringing through the air. But despite the joyous occasion, Hamisa couldn’t shake the thoughts of what had transpired earlier.

Hours later, back at the hotel, the group had decided to keep the party going with a game of Never Have I Ever. Hamisa wasn’t in the mood for games, but as the bridesmaid, she stayed to support her cousin. Claudia’s maid of honor, Chinenye, went first, and what started as a harmless game quickly took a sharp turn.

“Never have I ever had a baby to keep a man,” Chinenye said, her eyes glinting as she directed the question at Hamisa.

The room went silent. Hamisa’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt the sting of Chinenye’s words. It wasn’t a subtle jab. No, it was a direct shot. And the weight of it felt heavier than it had any right to.

Claudia, sensing the tension, immediately stepped in. “Chinenye, you’re wrong. Don’t start shit tonight,” she said, her voice firm but protective.

But Chinenye, undeterred, shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m not starting anything. Just telling it like it is.”

Hamisa’s sister, Belmira, immediately jumped to her defense. “Chinenye, knock it off,” she said, her voice laced with irritation.

Hamisa, exhausted and fed up with the constant tension, stood up, her gaze never leaving Chinenye. “Let’s just get this out of our systems,” she said, her tone calm but firm. “This is Claudia’s wedding week, and I’m done pretending like everything is fine between me and you.”

Chinenye’s expression darkened. “What are you trying to do?”

Hamisa’s lips curled into a slight smile, one that held no warmth. “You know what it is. Run this fade. You’ve had a problem with me ever since you found out I dated Mike in college. Let’s fight it out and move on.”

The room went still. Everyone stood up, trying to separate the two women, but Hamisa was determined. She wouldn’t let Chinenye’s passive-aggressive attitude slide anymore. Not this time.

“Girl, you're insane. Why would I tell you about an ex from twelve years ago?” Hamisa shot back. “You married him and you’re still worried about some college relationship? Seek help.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut. The room went silent as Hamisa’s retort hung in the air. For years, she had put up with Chinenye’s underhanded comments and jealous remarks, but now? Now, she was done.

Chinenye decides to square up with Hamisa. Hamisa squares up before dashing into Chinenye, causing them to fall to the ground and punch Chinenye in the face four times before Chinenye pushes Hamisa off of her.

Chinenye swings but misses then Hamisa punches her in the face five times while Chinenye bashes her on the side of her head twice and Hamisa hits her again before the rest of the women get between them and pulls them away from each other.

The atmosphere inside the hotel suite was thick with tension, every corner of the room heavy with the weight of unsaid words, lingering emotions, and the simmering anger that was now finally on the verge of exploding.

The sound of muffled voices, raised in argument, filtered through the closed door, each exchange carrying more heat than the last.

Inside, the two women were locked in a verbal sparring match, neither willing to back down. Hamisa, furious beyond belief, had come to her breaking point. Chinenye, who had spent the better part of the evening digging into her and goading her at every opportunity, was now face to face with a woman ready to snap.

Outside the door, Chika stood in silence, her phone held tightly in her hand as she typed a message. Her brow furrowed in concern, fingers flying across the screen as she sent a quick text to her husband, Jeremiah. Her gut told her that her brother-in-law, Joshua needed to intervene before Hamisa went to jail tonight for beating Chinenye up all night.

Within moments, Joshua and Jeremiah, appeared in the hallway, rushing toward the suite. Joshua's face was a study of determination, his broad shoulders set with purpose as he glanced over at Chika, whose worried expression mirrored his own. With a quick nod, he shoved open the door.

The scene inside was chaotic. Hamisa was already moving toward Chinenye, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes blazing with fury. She was ready to charge, the anger in her body language evident in every step she took. Her breath came in shallow bursts, every muscle in her body coiled tight, ready for an explosion of force. She couldn’t take it anymore. Chinenye had crossed a line.

But before Hamisa could close the distance between them, Joshua was there. He moved like lightning, his strength unmistakable as he reached out and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her with surprising ease. Hamisa let out a startled gasp, her body instinctively wriggling as she was thrown over Joshua’s shoulder. The shift in position only fueled her rage. She kicked her legs in the air, trying to break free, but Joshua held firm, ignoring the frantic movements.

"Joshua!" Hamisa barked, her voice dripping with frustration. "Put me down! I’m not done with her!" Her eyes still locked on Chinenye, who stood across the room, now slightly taken aback by the sudden intervention.

But Joshua remained calm. His grip was unyielding, his stance steady. He had been through enough of these situations to know that sometimes, the best thing to do was get the person out of the situation entirely before they did something they would regret.

“Hamisa, stop,” he said, his voice low, but firm. His footsteps echoed in the corridor as he moved her away from the suite. He didn’t even glance back at anyone, nor did he need to. He had seen the scene for himself and knew the kind of fire that had been sparked.

Outside the hotel suite, the quiet hall seemed almost surreal after the storm inside. Joshua set Hamisa down gently, his hands still on her arms to steady her as she regained her balance. She spun around, fury still radiating off her like heat waves. Her breath was rapid, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to contain the storm brewing within her.

"Why were you fighting?" Joshua asked, his voice calmer now, though there was an edge of concern beneath the surface. He could feel the tension in her, the way her body still vibrated with the adrenaline of the confrontation. But he wasn’t going to let her lash out again.

Hamisa’s eyes burned with resentment as she glared at him. “Chinenye’s been picking on me all night. I didn’t even start it, Josh. But she wouldn’t stop, and then she said I had Jhream to keep you and that was the last straw for me.”

Joshua’s brows knitted together as the words sank in. He let out a slow exhale, his mind racing. He wasn’t surprised that Chinenye had pushed Hamisa to the edge, but the mention of Jhream. He understood why Hamisa was mad. He couldn’t help but shake his head.

Chika, who had followed them into the hallway, stepped forward, her presence soft but determined. “She tried to keep the peace, Josh, but Chinenye wouldn’t stop poking at her,” Chika added her tone level but carrying an undeniable weight. She had seen it all—the subtle jabs, the cutting remarks, and the way Hamisa had been pushed into a corner.

Joshua sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to process everything. It wasn’t like him to get caught up in family drama, but this situation was different. He had always been the protector, the one who kept the peace. Yet with Hamisa, it was always a delicate balance. She was strong-willed, independent, and quick to defend herself, but when it came to Chinenye, the tension was almost unbearable.

Before he could respond, the door to the suite opened again, and Belmira stepped out, her expression neutral, though her eyes held a certain understanding.

She carried Hamisa’s purse in one hand, her purse slung over her shoulder. She moved with purpose, stepping into the hallway with a sense of quiet authority.

She offered Hamisa the purse with a soft smile, which Hamisa accepted without a word, though her expression remained tight.

“I told Claudia that she won’t see us until her wedding day,” Belmira said, her voice steady and calm.

“But—” Hamisa began.

“That’s perfect,” Joshua said, cutting off Hamisa before she could finish. His tone was final now, unwavering. “I don’t want you around Chinenye,” He told Hamisa.

There was a moment of silence as the weight of his words settled in the air. The group stood together in the corridor, their expressions a mix of weariness and tension. Hamisa's jaw clenched, her hands tightening around the purse, but she said nothing. The last thing she wanted was to be in the same room as Chinenye again. She had reached her breaking point, and Joshua knew it.

“Let’s just go home,” he suggested, his voice low and gentle. “We’ll talk about this later, okay?”

Hamisa nodded, her anger still simmering beneath the surface, but she knew that arguing now wouldn’t solve anything. She allowed herself to be led down the hallway, her steps slow but steady, the weight of the night’s events already starting to take its toll on her.

There was much more to say, much more to unpack, but for now, the only thing that mattered was putting distance between herself and the woman who had pushed her too far.

uceyjucey 10m

The following day dawned bright and clear, the sun casting a warm glow over the city as it bathed the streets in golden hues. For Hamisa, the morning felt like a fresh start, a chance to leave behind the tension of her recent confrontation with Chinenye.

Although the fight still weighed heavily on her mind, she was determined not to let it ruin the day. Joshua had come up with the perfect solution to take her mind off the discord. A trip to the aquarium. It was a place that could offer peace, wonder, and a much-needed distraction.

Joshua had noticed how quiet Hamisa had been, her usual cheerfulness dampened by the unresolved conflict. He understood the significance of the situation, but he also knew that sometimes, the best way to cope with emotions was simply to shift the focus elsewhere. The idea of an outing with the kids seemed like the perfect way to do just that.

As the family approached the entrance to the aquarium, Hamisa gently pushed Jhream's stroller, a small, content smile curling on her lips as she watched the little girl, her eyes wide with curiosity. Jhream was still too young to understand the complexities of adult relationships, but the simple joy of seeing the marine life for the first time was enough to bring a sparkle to her eyes. Hamisa had always adored animals, and the sight of her daughter so fascinated by the sea creatures filled her with nostalgia.

When she was younger, Hamisa had dreamed of becoming a marine biologist, spending her days studying the mysteries of the ocean. But as high school rolled around, the reality of her struggles with science hit hard. The dream faded, replaced by a passion for soccer, a sport that became her new obsession. Still, she had always kept a special place in her heart for the sea, for the creatures that lived in its depths, and now, watching Jhream’s fascination, that old dream seemed to come alive again, if only for a fleeting moment.

Joshua had taken care of the ticket arrangements for the day, covering the cost of admission for the family. His presence, calm and reassuring, offered a sense of stability to Hamisa, who had been feeling a little off balance since her argument with Chinenye. He was her rock, and his thoughtful gestures like suggesting this trip, reminded her why she had fallen in love with him in the first place.

As they entered the aquarium, the cool air inside greeted them, a contrast to the warmth of the outside world. The soft hum of excited voices, the gurgle of water, and the peaceful silence of the aquatic creatures created a soothing atmosphere that wrapped around the family like a gentle embrace. Hamisa’s eyes scanned the exhibits, already picturing the joy it would bring to Jhream, who was growing increasingly eager as she peeked out from her stroller.

"Dada," came the sweet, high-pitched voice of Jhream, her tiny hands reaching up toward her father. Joshua turned at the sound of her call, his face softening with a smile at the sight of his daughter’s outstretched arms. "What’s up, baby girl?" he asked, leaning in close to her, his voice full of warmth.

Jhream’s face lit up as she babbled something unintelligible, reaching more urgently for him. Hamisa, seeing her daughter’s restlessness, leaned in to offer her input. "Leave her in the stroller because once she's out, then she won't go back in," she said with a knowing smile.

Joshua nodded in agreement, his eyes catching Hamisa's for a brief moment, a silent acknowledgment of the little one’s independent streak.

"You heard your mama," Joshua said to Jhream with a playful tone, ruffling her hair as she pouted in response, her big brown eyes wide with a mixture of frustration and determination.

"Mama," Jhream repeated, a soft whine escaping her lips as she fixed her gaze on Hamisa.

"Mama," Jhream repeated once more, her voice tinged with impatience.

Hamisa couldn’t help but smile at the persistence in her daughter’s voice. "You’re too smart, Jream," she said, her tone soft and affectionate. The little girl grinned, her face lighting up with pride at her mother’s praise.

The sound of laughter bubbled up from Jeyce, who stood nearby. Jhream peeked out of her stroller again, this time locking eyes with her brother, clearly unwilling to accept her confinement.

Jeyce couldn’t resist teasing his little sister. He gave her an exaggerated look of concern, then moved behind Hamisa with a dramatic gesture. "Uh uh," he said, wagging his finger at Jhream, who responded with a deep pout. The toddler’s lower lip trembled, and she muttered, "Je," as though pleading with him to help her.

"She really wants out of that stroller," Jeyce commented, his voice full of amusement as they made their way toward the entrance of the reef exhibit, a large, arching doorway that led into a world of underwater wonders.

Joshua chuckled, his tone warm as he joined in the lighthearted moment. "You know who would have taken her out of the stroller? Your brother, Jaciyah," he said, referring to his eldest son, who was away at college.

Jaciyah is obsessed with his baby sister, always FaceTiming her when he’s not home.

Everyone laughed at the thought of Jaciyah, who was always doting on Jhream, even from a distance. The connection between the older brother and his younger sister was undeniable, and it was clear that Jhream had him wrapped around her finger.

As they entered the reef exhibit, the family was immediately captivated by the swirling dance of marine life. The vibrant colors of the fish, the swaying of the plants, and the calm of the water seemed to create a dreamlike atmosphere, as if they had stepped into another world. Jhream’s squeals of delight filled the air as she clapped her hands, pointing excitedly at the fish and creatures she had never seen before. She was a bundle of joy, her little face glowing with the purest form of wonder.

The family moved slowly through the exhibit, pausing to take in the majestic sea creatures gliding gracefully through the water. It was a day of learning, laughter, and shared joy. A much-needed reprieve from the tension that had been clouding Hamisa’s mind.

At some point, the hunger that had built up over the course of the morning led them to a break for food. They sat down together at a small café, where the tantalizing scent of burgers, chicken fingers, and bacon cheese fries filled the air. They ate hungrily, savoring the simple comfort of a meal shared as a family. Afterward, they continued their adventure, stopping by the snack bar for soft pretzels and ice cream, the sweet and salty combination providing the perfect ending to their time at the aquarium.

As the day drew to a close, they made their way to the gift shop, where the children’s excitement reached a new peak. Joshua bought Jhream four cuddly stuffed animals, each one a reminder of the fun they’d had. Jeyce picked out a hat, his choice reflecting his laid-back style. Hamisa, ever thoughtful, chose matching hoodies for herself and Joshua, a gesture of connection between them. She knew how important these little moments were, how they helped to strengthen the bond they shared as a family.

On the drive home, the car was filled with the peaceful sounds of sleep. Jhream, exhausted from her exploration, had drifted off in her stroller, her little head resting against the seat. Jeyce had also succumbed to the warmth of the car, his eyelids fluttering as he settled into slumber. Hamisa, still wide-eyed, glanced over at Joshua, her mind returning to the unresolved tension between her and Chinenye. It was impossible to forget about it entirely, but for a few hours, she had been able to push it to the back of her mind.

Joshua, ever attentive, broke the silence. "Hey, do you want to talk about your fight with Chinenye?" he asked, his voice gentle, but laced with concern.

Hamisa rolled her eyes, a small sigh escaping her lips. "I don’t," she replied firmly, though the words held a touch of frustration. "Believe me, fighting her says enough about it."

Joshua nodded, understanding the weight of her words. "Claudia’s wedding is tomorrow," he said, his voice steady. "You’re going to have to get ready with Chinenye tomorrow. Can you handle being in the same room as her?"

Hamisa’s eyes met his for a moment, and though there was a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze, she squared her shoulders and answered with quiet resolve. "I can."

It was clear that the events of the day had not erased the tension she felt, but Hamisa was determined to face the challenges ahead with grace.

Tomorrow would bring its own trials, but for now, she was content to be surrounded by her family, the soft hum of the car’s engine a lullaby that carried them home.

hamisawoo 1h

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft, golden glow over the world as the anticipation of the day’s events began to build. It was Claudia’s wedding day, a day filled with joy, love, and new beginnings. The gentle buzz of excitement hummed through the hotel suite where the bridal party was getting ready. Hamisa stepped into the room, expecting the usual flurry of activity, the sound of heels clicking on the floor, and the smell of hairspray mixed with perfume. But as she entered, the scene was quieter than she anticipated.

She had imagined that Chinenye would be running around, handling her duties as maid of honor, making sure everything was in place for the big day. But instead, the room was calm, the only movement coming from the other bridesmaids, adjusting their dresses and checking their hair. Hamisa's gaze immediately searched the room, but Chinenye was nowhere to be found. She could feel the knot of confusion tighten in her chest, but she wasn’t about to ask about her absence. Not today. Today was not the day to bring up the fight or the tension that had been building between them. She set her things down quietly and made her way to an empty chair.

Her hair and makeup were already done, and the only thing left to do was slip into the bridesmaid's dress that had been carefully chosen for this day. As she adjusted herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but think back to the events leading up to this moment. She had barely spoken to Chinenye since their fight a few days ago, and now, with the wedding happening, it felt like everything was being left unsaid, hanging in the air between them. Still, she pushed the thoughts aside. Today was not the day for lingering conflicts. It was Claudia’s day, and she had to be there for her, as a cousin, and as a bridesmaid.

The soft sound of footsteps approached, and before Hamisa could settle into her thoughts, Belmira, Claudia’s younger sister, rushed over to her with a bright smile. Without a second hesitation, she pulled Hamisa into a tight hug. "Claudia had a fight with Chinenye, which got physical, and now I’m her maid of honor," Belmira said, the words tumbling out in one breath, her voice full of a mix of surprise and sympathy.

Hamisa blinked, the shock of the revelation settling over her like a heavy fog. "Not Chinenye getting her ass beat twice in a week," Hamisa said, the words escaping before she could stop them. The absurdity of it all hit her—first, the fight, and now this.

Belmira let out a loud laugh, shaking her head. "That’s exactly what I said!" she replied, her laughter infectious, easing some of the tension in the room. The mood lightened instantly, and for a moment, it felt like things were back to normal. As the two women finished getting ready, the room filled with the quiet rustle of fabric and the soft chatter of the bridal party. Claudia had been through so much lately, and it was clear from the way Belmira spoke that she was trying to hold everything together for her cousin, who had been emotionally drained from the fallout with Chinenye.

Soon, it was time for Claudia to put on her dress. The bridal gown was a masterpiece. Soft layers of tulle and lace shimmered under the light as Claudia stepped into it. The room fell silent as Claudia, now a vision of grace, emerged, her bridal party standing around her, eyes wide with admiration. Hamisa couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her cousin, standing there in the dress she had always dreamed of wearing. There were tears in Claudia's eyes, but the joy on her face was unmistakable.

As the bridesmaids crowded around her, offering hugs and words of encouragement, Claudia’s smile grew, but there was an underlying sadness in her eyes, a flicker of something unspoken. The absence of Chinenye, once so integral to her day, seemed to hang over the event like a shadow. But Hamisa pushed that thought aside, refusing to let it ruin the beauty of this moment.

The wedding planner entered the room then, her calm demeanor bringing order to the chaos. "It’s time," she announced, ushering the bridal party out of the suite and toward the beach where the ceremony would take place. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore was a soft reminder of the natural beauty that surrounded them, providing a serene backdrop to the most important day of Claudia’s life.

As they made their way down to the sand, the air was thick with the anticipation of the ceremony to come. The soft, salty breeze tousled Hamisa’s hair as she walked with her fellow bridesmaids, the sounds of the ocean offering a calming rhythm. She could see Joshua ahead, holding Jhream in his arms. The little girl was dressed in a flower girl dress, her face a mixture of excitement and curiosity as she looked around at the guests. Joshua, wearing his groomsman’s attire, smiled as he spotted Hamisa and gave a quick, playful wave.

"Mama!" Jhream called out, her small voice rising above the murmurs of the crowd.

"Let’s get this party started," he said, his voice full of joy and energy as he carried Jhream, helping her tiny hand dump out the petals onto the sand.

The ceremony itself was beautiful. A perfect blend of emotion and elegance. As Claudia and George exchanged their vows, Hamisa couldn’t help but reflect on the way their love had weathered its storms, just like any good relationship. This wedding wasn’t just a celebration of their union; it was a symbol of perseverance, of finding beauty even in the most difficult of times.

Joshua kept stealing glances at Hamisa throughout the ceremony, his eyes searching her face as if trying to read her thoughts. She felt the weight of his gaze, but she couldn’t quite place the emotions it stirred within her. Was he wondering about their future? About the tension that lingered between them, unspoken and unresolved? Or was he simply caught up in the magic of the day, lost in the joy of seeing Claudia and George come together?

As they made their way to take pictures with the wedding party, Joshua’s presence by her side felt comforting, but there was a tension between them, a quiet undercurrent of things left unsaid. Joshua had always been direct, but today, he seemed to be holding something back.

Later, as the reception unfolded, the atmosphere shifted. The food was a feast for the senses. Brazilian dishes full of flavor and spice that filled the air with mouth-watering aromas. The music swirled around them, rhythmic beats that made everyone’s feet tap to the infectious rhythm. Laughter echoed throughout the room as guests danced and celebrated, the lively spirit of the Brazilian culture infusing every corner of the ballroom. It was a celebration in every sense of the word, and Hamisa couldn’t help but feel the weight of the night lifting her spirits.

But even amid the joy, Joshua’s quiet presence beside her was hard to ignore. He had been watching her all night, and now, as they stood off to the side of the dance floor, he pulled her gently away from the crowd, his eyes serious, his expression unreadable.

"Hey," Joshua began, his voice low and deliberate, "I want to talk about us."

Hamisa, slightly tipsy from the drinks she had indulged in, tilted her head, her mind still swimming with the excitement of the night. "What about us?" she asked, a playful lilt to her voice, though the question itself carried an undercurrent of uncertainty.

Joshua took a deep breath, his gaze steady on hers. There was something in his eyes, something that Hamisa hadn’t seen in a long time. It wasn’t the man she had once known so well, but it was close. He was different now, more mature, more certain of what he wanted. And Hamisa, despite the drunken fog in her mind, could sense that this conversation would change everything.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could, the sound of a distant cheer caught their attention, and the moment hung suspended in the air, waiting to be filled with words that would determine their future.

Joshua took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had been thinking about this moment for a while, but now that it was here, the words felt heavier than he had anticipated. The music from the reception pulsed faintly in the background, but it felt distant, like a world away from the quiet bubble they had created by stepping off to the side. Hamisa stood before him, slightly swaying, her cheeks flushed from the excitement of the night, her eyes soft and hazy with the light buzz of the alcohol.

Joshua wasn’t sure how to begin, how to explain everything that had been weighing on him for so long. He knew that a part of him had changed since their breakup. When they had parted ways, he had been adamant about never getting married again. The idea of walking down that road once more had seemed impossible. Yet, as the months had passed, his feelings had shifted. Time had given him a new perspective on what mattered, and he found himself thinking more and more about Hamisa, about the family they had built together. But the question still lingered in the back of his mind: Was Hamisa ready for that?

He glanced at her, her gaze locked onto his with a slight tilt to her head, waiting. “Hamisa,” he said softly, his voice almost lost in the hum of the room around them. “I’ve been thinking… about us, about everything.” He paused, unsure of how to continue, but the weight of the moment pushed him forward. “We’ve been through a lot. We’ve had our time apart, I’ve made mistakes, but I can’t help but feel like we’re standing at a crossroads. I don’t know what the future holds, but… I want to try again. I want to see if we can make this work.”

Hamisa stood still, her expression unreadable for a moment. Her heart pounded in her chest, and despite the alcohol in her system, her mind was sharp enough to understand the gravity of what Joshua was saying. His words were simple, but the emotions behind them were anything but. She had been so caught up in the whirlwind of the wedding, the excitement of seeing Claudia find her happiness, and even the tension with Chinenye, that she hadn’t allowed herself to reflect on what she wanted. What she needed.

For a moment, all she could do was stand there, letting the words float around her. Her thoughts were fragmented, caught between the remnants of the past and the hope for a future she wasn’t sure she was ready for. Her time with Joshua had been one of the most meaningful experiences of her life, but it had also been filled with complications, misunderstandings, and moments of uncertainty. Could she let herself go back to that place with him? Could she trust that things had truly changed?

Joshua was still watching her, his eyes filled with vulnerability, his posture slightly tense, as if awaiting her response with bated breath. He had always been a man of few words, but at this moment, every word he spoke was heavy with meaning, with the possibility of a future they hadn’t dared to imagine in a long time.

She blinked, the weight of his words finally settling into her chest, her breath catching for a second before she spoke. “Joshua…” Her voice was soft but steady, her eyes never leaving his. “I don’t know if I’m ready to dive into this right now.”

He winced, the words hitting him harder than he’d expected. But Hamisa quickly continued, her tone shifting slightly, a softness in her eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want us to work. It’s not that I don’t still care for you because I do, more than I can explain,” she said, her voice trembling just slightly. “But I’ve spent so much of my life running on the idea of being strong, of handling things on my own, and I don’t know if I’m ready to jump back into something that could hurt me again. I don’t know if I can trust that it’ll be different this time. And I don’t know if I’m ready to open myself up to that again.”

Joshua’s heart twisted as he listened to her words. He could see the conflict in her eyes, the uncertainty that danced just beneath the surface. He had seen it before, the way Hamisa kept things locked away inside, the walls she built around herself to protect her heart. He knew that, at her core, she was strong, but he also understood the pain she carried from their past and how hard it was for her to let go of it.

"I don’t want to push you," Joshua said, his voice soft but resolute. “I’ve spent so much time regretting the way we ended things before. But I’ve learned, too. I’ve learned that maybe I was wrong, that I let go of something I wasn’t ready to lose. I just want a chance to prove that I can do better this time. Not just for me, but for us. For the family, we’ve built. I don’t expect everything to be perfect, but I want to try again, Hamisa. I do.”

Hamisa closed her eyes for a moment, her breath steadying as she processed his words. She had spent so much time running from this, from him, from the feelings that had been buried deep within her heart. The fear of getting hurt again had kept her at arm's length, but somewhere beneath that fear, there was a flicker of hope. A hope she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.

“You don’t know how much I wish I could just tell you that everything is going to be fine,” Hamisa whispered, her voice barely audible above the music. “I want to believe that we can go back to what we had, but I need time to figure it out. I need time to understand if I can trust that this is what’s best for me… for us.”

Joshua nodded slowly, understanding the depth of her hesitation. He reached out and placed his hand gently on her arm, his touch a soft reminder of the connection they still shared. “I understand. Take all the time you need. I’ll be here, Hamisa. I’m not going anywhere. I just want you to know that I’m here, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right.”

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The noise of the reception continued to swirl around them, but it felt like they were in their little world, separated from everything else. Hamisa closed her eyes, her thoughts racing, her heart torn between the pull of the past and the uncertainty of the future.

Finally, she opened her eyes and met his gaze once more. There was a quiet resolve in her voice as she spoke. “I can’t promise anything, Joshua. But I’ll think about it. I’ll think about us.”

Joshua gave her a small, bittersweet smile. It wasn’t the answer he had hoped for, but it was more than he had expected. He had asked for time, and she had given it to him. That was all he could ask for.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “That’s all I need.”

As they stood there, amidst the chatter and the music of the reception, the future felt uncertain, but there was a small spark of possibility between them, something that had been missing for a long time. Whatever came next, they had taken the first step toward something new. Something that could, in time, be more than just a memory.

For now, they stood in the quiet corner of the room, their shared moment suspended in the air. The night would go on, the celebration continuing around them, but in that brief exchange, something had shifted. And though the future was still unclear, one thing was certain, neither of them would be walking away without trying.

Next

[weirdo09]

black! percy jackson x black! demeter reader <3

percy jackson x reader hcs

reader - demeter’s kid, the younger sister of Persephone, has a rocky relationship to Hades but at least he’s faithful (something Rick riordan never wrote about)

percy - Afro-Dominicana, Perseo Jackson-Jimenez (the j’s ilove)

reader & Percy are the same age and were friends for 2-3 years before crushing on each other and dating, staying together after pjo events

percy helped reader to be more enthusiastic about hades and Persephone because at least they got to see their siblings

reader learns that her mother’s behavior is normal but isn’t when she ignores or dismisses them

date nights: In the Perseo Sr. Cabin, (no whatever his god name), in the Demeter cabin cuddling and talking, in the forest watchin reader grow, at the beach watching perseo move water and splash reader

they have a open relationship with some friends like Leo, Jason and Piper in it (sometimes)

reader calms down perseo after the events of pjo because he has PSTD, anxiety, depression and manic episodes with urges but they still stay together despite their trauma

not trauma bonding 🙅🏾‍♀️🙅🏾‍♀️

reader is pissed and yells at perseo sr. when they met them, having him give them a huge hug and kisses on the cheek because “that’s my son’s partner! and they’re as furry as you and your mother!”

perseo sr. tells of his trauma and experiences in LA RD y dijo ellos sobre todo’ y apología por abandono a perseo y su mamá , solana pero los hermanos would have found out and had them (killed, zeus, hades secretly saw them, Hazel and Nico)

the gods are Afro Latino

Apollo is the only lightskin mixed one

Zeus has whole continent’s full of kids because he’s a ho

[newsintheshell]

💫 ANIPLEX ONLINE FEST 2024: ANNUNCI, TRAILER E ALTRE INFO SVELATE DURANTE L'EVENTO!

Tante notizie belle, trailer da hype train e uno scherzo a cui non ha riso nessuno. Edizione completa, a tutto tondo.

Niente panico! Ce l'abbiamo fatta! Ripeto: ce l'abbiamo fatta! Mettetevi seduti e non mi dite che volete andare a letto presto, non si può. Ci sono le millemila novità dell'Aniplex Online Fest 2024 qua, oh! La mega diretta streaming di 4 ore annuale che c'è stata lunedì dai!

Ma Silenzio-kun, se questa roba è uscita lunedì come mai ce la riporti mercoledì sera e pure tardi? Perché se non forzavo le tappe forse arrivava pure giovedì o venerdì. Non scherzo KEKWait.

Purtroppo possiedo un'aura potentissima, ma sfigatissima, che attira inesorabilmente il massimo sforzo. Sempre, in ogni occasione e per qualsiasi cosa. Va da sé che, se mi capita di avere vari impegni e lavori da fare irl, il tutto accade in quella esatta settimana in cui ci sono annunci che vengono fuori dalle fottute pareti: di fine stagione, di inizio stagione, dei simulcast, da questo e da quell'evento. Un massacro insomma.

Partono quindi le maledizioni, Yog-Sothoth si sveglia e mi grida che devo smettere di fare casino, la Luna di Sangue si leva su Yharnam, l'armata delle tenebre si raduna sotto casa... poi mi dico che nessuno fa dei report belli come i miei, guardo i trailer, mi calmo e tutto torna a posto. Gli anime hanno salvato il mondo ancora una volta.

🔶🔸VIRGIN PUNK

Apertura a bomba con il reveal che mi ha spiazzato di più, sia per la qualità mostrata nel teaser trailer (anche se non so quanto possa essere rappresentativa del prodotto finale, visto che le produzioni di solito molto raramente sono così consistenti), sia per la collaborazione in sé.

Lo studio Shaft (Madoka Magica, Monogatari Series, Un marzo da leoni) sta infatti lavorando con lui, the man, the myth, Yasuomi Umetsu (Kite, Mezzo, Wizard Barristers, Galilei Donna) in persona!

Non si è ben capito se si tratti di una serie tv, di OAV o di film. È stato solo anticipato che la "prima storia", intitolata Clockwork Girl, verrà proiettata ad inizio estate 2025 in due cinema, a Tokyo e a Osaka.

L'unica cosa che posso aggiungere, oltre alla mia trepidazione e curiosità nel vedere cosa hanno combinato, è che la sceneggiatura di questo bombastico action scifi è stata affidata a Yuya Takahashi (Kubo Won't Let Me Be Invisible, Lupin III: L'avventura italiana).

🔶🔸MAY I ASK FOR ONE FINAL THING?

L'action romcom di Nana Otori sta per diventare una serie animata, che vedremo approdare in streaming su Crunchyroll nel corso del 2025.

Il progetto ha come regista Kazuya Sakamoto (Kaginado) e sta venendo realizzato presso gli studi di LIDENFILMS (Insomniacs After School)e LIDENFILMS Kyoto Studio (She and Her Cat: Everything Flows).

🔶🔸THE FRAGRANT FLOWER BLOOMS WITH DIGNITY

Lo school romance manga di Saka Mikami ispirerà una serie animata, in programma per il 2025.

Dal teaser si vede già che sarà un altro absolute banger made in CloverWorks (The Elusive Samurai, Bocchi the Rock!).

🔶🔸MONO

Una nuova commedia slice of life si staglia all'orizzonte per riscaldare il mio cuore nero e inaridito da softy edgelord ed è tratta da un manga di Afro (Laid-Back Camp). My body is ready.

Anche questa serie è in programma per il 2025 e segna sia il debutto alla regia di Ryota Aikei, che il primo lavoro targato studio Soigne.

Come vedete stampato sull'immagine promozionale, la voce di Satsuki Amamiya sarà quella di Haruna Mikawa (Jin-Ah Sung in Solo Leveling).

🔶🔸INTRODUCTION TO MINERALOGY 

Di questa ve ne ho parlato giusto pochi giorni fa e, oltre a un teaserino, è stato svelato chi si sta occupando dell'adattamento.

L’educational adventure slice of life di Keiichiro Shibuya verrà trasformato in una serie televisiva Shingo Fujii (ONIMAI: I'm Now Your Sister!), che sta dirigendo il tutto presso Studio Bind (Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation).

Come vi dicevo, al momento il debutto è atteso per un generico 2025.

🔶🔸FATE/STRANGE FAKE

Non un grande aggiornamento per l'attesa serie animata tratta dalla novel firmata dal mitico Ryohgo Narita (Durarara!!, Baccano!, Dead Mount Death Play). 

Pur essendo passato un anno dall'annuncio, in occasione ell'Anime Expo, e dalla trasmissione dello special Whispers of Dawn, per il momento è stato confermato che il debutto mondiale in anteprima avverrà questo novembre, molto tematicamente, in quel di Los Angeles.

Come lo speciale televisivo del 2023, potremo vedere prossimamente (ma non si sa quando di preciso) la serie in streaming grazie a Crunchyroll.

Il timone presso A-1 Pictures (Makeine: Too Many Losing Heroines!, NieR:Automata Ver1.1a) rimane saldamente nelle mani di Shun Enokido e Takahito Sakazume, che hanno entrambi già lavorato a  Whispers of Dawn e agli incredibili spot per Fate/Grand Order.

🔶🔸SWORD ART ONLINE ALTERNATIVE: GUN GALE ONLINE (Stagione 2)

Torna a mostrarsi con un nuovo trailer anche lo spinoff di SAO che è meglio di SAO! Siete pronti? La seconda stagione della serie sbarcherà in streaming su Crunchyroll dal 4 ottobre.

Lo staff è lo stesso della prima stagione, che nel frattempo potete recuperare su Prime Video e Netflix, oltre che in Blu-ray.

La regia insomma è ancora nelle mani di Masayuki Sakoi (Cautious Hero,A3! Season Autumn & Winter) e la produzione è tornata in casa A-1 Pictures (Lycoris Recoil, Mashle: Magic and Muscles).

🔶🔸PUELLA MAGI MADOKA MAGICA THE MOVIE: WALPURGISNACHT RISING

Spero abbiate fame perché, nonostante il lungo posticipo, Shaft (Pretty Boy Detective Club, Monogatari Series, Un marzo da leoni) sta chiaramente cucinando forte.

Se ricordate bene, l'inatteso ma più che benaccetto quarto film della saga, era stato programmato per l'inverno 2024 per poi sparire completamente dai radar. Il debutto in sala, ora, è stato fissato per questo inverno.

Il nuovo capitolo nell'onirico mondo di sentimenti e dolore delle maghette di Yukihiro Miyamoto (Magia Record, Arakawa Under the Bridge) vedrà, dunque, la luce ad inizio 2025. Non vedo l'ora che arrivi anche qua in Italia!

🔶🔸 SOLO LEVELING (Stagione 2)

Poche nuove, ma buone nuove. Dall'evento è emersa solamente questa nuova locandina, che ci annuncia che la seconda stagione del popolare action fantasy tratto dall'omonimo fumetto coreano, piazzato sui nostri scaffali da Star Comics, arriverà su Crunchyroll da gennaio 2025.

L'unica cosa in più è che il 29 novembre, i fan giapponesi potranno vedere in anteprima i primi due nuovi episodi della serie, perché verranno proiettati nei cinema assieme al film riassuntivo della prima stagione.

🔶🔸AMEKU M.D. - DOCTOR DETECTIVE

Un detective in corsia, ma anime! Nice. Ok, è una citazione da vecchi, ma ehi, continuano a fare le repliche in tv.

La serie ispirata alla medical mystery novel di Mikito Chinen inizierà a gennaio 2025 e indovinate un po' chi la pubblicherà in streaming?Ma elementare Watson: Crunchyroll!

Il breve promo ci dice che la regia è di Kazuya Iwata (7th Time Loop, Love After World Domination) e lo staff al lavoro è quello di Project No.9 (I Tormenti della Vampira Reclusa, Senpai is an Otokonoko).

🔶🔸MIKADONO SAN SHIMAI WA ANGAI, CHOROI

L'harem romcom di Aya Hirakawa, con al centro le tre feisty sorelle Mikadono, comincerà ad andare in onda nel corso del 2025.

A dirigere la serie c'è Tadahito Matsubayashi (Magical Girl Site) e il tutto sta venendo confezionato presso P.A. Works (Skip and Loafer, Mayonaka Punch). Non so com'è la storia, ma quello che vedo nella locandina mi piace ( ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )

🔶🔸TO BE HERO X

Nuovo fighissimo teaser trailer per Rule of cool The Anime a.k.a. la terza webserie del peculiare franchise supereroistico cinese, in arrivo su Crunchyroll nel 2025, dove già trovate To Be Hero e To Be Heroine.

Come vi avevo già detto in altri post, la regia è affidata a Haoling Li (Heaven Officials Blessing, Link Click) e il progetto è in cantiere presso tre studi.

La colonna sonora, dallo stile inconfondibile, è firmata Hiroyuki Sawano (Kill la Kill, Attack on Titan) e nel cast si riconoscono tanti big fra i doppiatori nipponici. Stavolta hanno deciso di fare le cose in grande! 

🔶🔸BLUE EXORCIST (Stagione 4)

Il nuovo trailer ci ricorda che l'arco narrativo Beyond the Snow sbarcherà finalmente su Crunchyroll dal 5 ottobre!

Da gennaio, invece, si entrerà nel vivo della The Blue Night Saga dell’action soprannaturale tratto dall'omonimo manga creato da Kazue Kato, che possiamo leggere qua in Italia grazie da Panini Comics.

🔶🔸DARK MOON: THE BLOOD ALTAR

Il webtoon illustrato da HYBE, che fa diciamo da lore espansa per il background della boy band sudcoreana ENHYPEN, diventerà presto un anime che potremo seguire in streaming su Crunchyroll.

Non ne so molto, ma il mix di urban fantasy e teen romance, con al centro scuola, vampiri, licantropi e una ragazza, mi ricorda un po' tanto Twilight. Il nome dell'istituto, Riverfield, invece mi ha fatto subito suonare il campanello di Riverdale, anche se non ci azzecca granché xD

🔶🔸DEMON LORD 2099

Ragazzi, quando ho letto che l'incipit della storia era "Il Signore dei Demoni si risveglia a Night City" non mi aspettavo che diventasse, ehm... uno streamer! Subverting expectations: lo hai fatto bene 😂

La serie è fatta in casa J.C.Staff (Tsukimichi -Moonlit Fantasy-, DanMachi) e ha come regista Ryo Ando (Interviews with Monster Girls).

È tratta dall'omonima light novel fantasy sci-fi di Daigo Murasaki e anche questa farà parte del palinsesto autunnale di Crunchyroll, con il primo episodio in programma per il 12 ottobre.

🔶🔸I'M GETTING MARRIED TO A GIRL I HATE IN MY CLASS

Di tutti gli stereotipi del genere, quello del "mi devo sposare con tizio/tizia a caso, perché sì" credo sia fra quelli invecchiati più velocemente e male. Ma ehi, una romcom è una romcom e questa va ad infoltire la lista di quelle che potremo vedere da gennaio 2025.

È basata sulla light novel nata dalla penna di Seiju Amano e segna il debutto alla regia di Hiroyuki Oshima; la produzione porta il doppio marchio di Studio Gokumi e AXsiZ (Reborn as a Vending Machine I Now Wander the Dungeon, World's End Harem).

▶️ GUARDA IL TRAILER QUA

※ NOTA ※ Purtroppo questo e i prossimi due video ve li devo linkare così, perché Tumblr non me ne fa incorporare altri nel post. Chiedo scudo!

🔶🔸RUROUNI KENSHIN (Stagione 2)

Altro trailer per generare un po' di hype, in vista del ritorno del samurai vagabondo di Nobuhiro Watsuki, che ritroveremo su Crunchyroll dal 3 ottobre. 

Come vi ho già anticipato in un'altra occasione, sono stati confermati altri 24 episodi per la serie remake targata LIDENFILMS (Tokyo Revengers, Insomniacs After School).

Cambia però la regia, che vede Hideo Yamamoto (Cells at Work BLACK, La mia maestra non mostra la coda) essere sostituito da Yuki Komada (Build Divide) pe questo nuovo giro di carrozza.

▶️ GUARDA IL TRAILER QUA

🔶🔸UNITEUP! -UNIBIRTH-

Video e qualche aggiornamento sulla seconda stagione sulla serie idol al maschile di CloverWorks (Bocchi the Rock!, My Dress-Up Darling), parte del grande progetto crossmediale lanciato qualche tempo fa da Sony Music. 

Gli episodi saranno diretti ancora una volta da Shinichiro Ushijima (Voglio mangiare il tuo pancreas) e inizieranno ad arrivare su Crunchyroll a partire da gennaio 2025. 

▶️ GUARDA IL TRAILER QUA

E per finire... Oh boy, non ce la faccio...

L'audacia! L'assoluto sprezzo di Aniplex nel ricordarmi, a distanza di 10 anni, quella grandissima cagata delusione di Aldnoah.Zero! Quella chiacchieratissima serie mecha con alle spalle un all star team, che prometteva epicità e drama, ma poi ha portato solo una sequenza di decisioni infelici, con dei twist che hanno costretto al seppuku diversi dei miei neuroni (rest in pepperoni) e un gran finale da dumpster fire di proporzioni leggendarie, degno delle peggiori soapopera.

Come mai rivango tutto questo? Perché il 26 marzo 2025, in Giappone uscirà un nuovo cofanetto Blu-ray della serie, che includerà anche un inedito episodio post epilogo, numerato 24.5 e intitolato Fragment of Rain -The Penultimate Truth-.

Fermiamoci un momento ad interiorizzare una cosa: hanno annunciato questo e non una seconda stagione di 86 - Eighty Six. Let that sink in.

⫸ NON VUOI PERDERTI NEANCHE UN POST? ENTRA NEL CANALE TELEGRAM! ⫷

Autore: SilenziO))) Se usate Twitter, mi trovate lì! 

blogger // anime enthusiast // twitch addict // unorthodox blackster - synthwave lover // penniless gamer // INFJ-T magus

[unmatto]

stamattina sono andato da un parrucchiere specializzato in capelli ricci. la mia è stata una specie di resa, poiché non riesco a capire i miei capelli e sinceramente vorrei fossero diversi. il parrucchiere però è stato chiaro: i miei capelli tendono a gonfiarsi e in testa mi tocca avere una specie di funghetto. a quanto pare in una scala di ricci da 1 a 4, dove 4 sono i capelli i capelli afro, i miei sono 3 e quindi direi prc mdn. gli ho detto insomma fai come ti pare, dicendogli che mi arrendo, voglio provare a farmeli crescere. lui ci ha mezzo tipo un'ora per sistemarli e mezzo secolo per asciugarli e alla fine i miei ricci hanno tipo cantato finalmente vittoria. lui poi tutto felice dei miei capelli. ha detto che sono crespi perché i capelli bianchi tendono a esserlo di più, che lui li porterebbe a funghetto. nel salone eravamo gli unici uomini e le parrucchiere avevano tutti i riccioni in testa.

[dear-indies]

Thank you so so much for your help, you're so nice! Since you aren't sure either, would you mind trying to help me brainstorm an alt who's a POC? The '90s vibe is what I was really shooting for with him!

Son Ho-jun (1984) Korean - Go Back Couple.

Song Joong-ki (1985) Korean - Reborn Rich.

Yoo Ah-in (1986) Korean - Seoul Vibe, late 80s.

Ok Taec-yeon (1988) Korean.

Chai Hansen (1989) Thai / White.

Dyllón Burnside (1989) African-American - is gay - Pose, set in the late 80's and 90's.

Nathaniel Curtis (1990) Indian / White - is queer - his role in It's a Sin is set in the 80's to 1991.

Byeon Woo-seok (1991) Korean - 20th Century Girl, late 90s.

Damson Idris (1991) Yoruba Nigerian - Snowfall, set in the 80's.

O'Shea Jackson Jr. (1991) African-American - Straight Outta Compton.

Shaun Ross (1991) African-American - has albinism and is gay.

Richard Harmon (1991) Mi'kmaq and White.

Jordan Rodrigues (1992) Malaysian.

Avan Jogia (1992) Gujarati / White.

Song Min Ho (1993) Korean - Seoul Vibe, late 80's.

Na-Kel Smith (1994) African-American - Mid90s.

Nam Joo-hyuk (1994) Korean - Twenty-Five Twenty-One, 90s and millennium.

Omari Douglas (1994) Afro Jamaican - is queer - his role in It's a Sin is set in the 80's to 1991.

Kao Noppakao Dechaphatthanakun (1994) Thai.

Angel Bismark Curiel (1995) Dominican Republic [African, Taino, White] - has asthma and a heart murmur - Pose, set in the late 80's and 90's.

Brandon Perea (1995) Filipino and Puerto Rican.

Jeff Satur (1995) Thai.

Aria Shahghasemi (1996) Iranian.

Josh Heuston (1996) Sri Lankan and White.

Evan Evagora (1996) Cook Island Māori / White.

Michael Evans Behling (1996) Nigerian / White - maybe his vibe in All American.

Jharrel Jerome (1997) Afro Dominican.

Nam Yoon-su (1997) Korean.

Evan Mock (1997) Bisaya Filipino / Unspecified.

Gulf Kanawut Traipipattanapong (1997) Thai.

Luka Sabbat (1997) Afro-Haitian / White.

Tanner Buchanan (1998) Filipino (maternal grandfather), Scottish, English.

Taneo ALAMAT (1998) Ilocano and Cordillera Filipino.

Froy Gutierrez (1998) part Mexican [Caxcan] - Cruel Summer.

Forrest Goodluck (1998) Navajo, Hidatsa, Mandan, Tsimshian, 1/8th Japanese, 1/8th Norwegian, some French, English, and German.

Michael Cimino (1999) Puerto Rican [Taíno] / White.

Thomas Weatherall (2000) Kamilaroi.

Julian Dennison (2002) Ngāti Hauā iwi and White - I know it's 2000's but the movie Y2K.

Thank you ahhh I'm self-conscious over asks because I worry I come across as blunt when in reality I'm awful at small talk and thinking of what to say. I don't know why some of these give me 90's vibes but they do! Bolded are those with 90's specific media. ✨

[adultswim2021]

Mary Shelley’s Frankenhole #6: “(John) Thomas Jefferson” | July 5, 2010 - 12:30AM | S01E02

A thing I forgot to admit before: I don’t really love the character designs on this show. I occasionally find beauty in this show, but it is in various details. I would have preferred the guys looked like Moral Orel. Not to be a hater or anything, the animation and set design is great. I just bet that most people who see pictures of this show think it's too crazy. They probably go "no way Jose that looks TOO NUTS".

This one is about Thomas Jefferson, famous slave-slapper, coming to the Frankenhole TV show so that he can have Dr. Frankenstein graft an afro-american’s penis to his body so he can have a more productive rape seshes with his slaves. This leads to a big old batch of black excellence all getting Hole-knapped so they can lend various parts to the former Mr. President. This also leads to a very funny scene where he meets Obama cuz he was our black president at the time. 

Yeah, this one got me laughin’, I didn’t even mind the song at the end that was “just okay” as far as funny songs go. “Penis-a-doodle-doo!” is one of the best jokes ever. Gotta respect this show for having funny jokes, damn. I also especially liked the idea of Barack Obama agreeing to aid and abet Jeffersonian racism out of some duty to reach across the aisle whenever presented with an opportunity. True shit, that guy was a BITCH A-S-S HO

EPHEMERA CORNER:

Count Dino's Dungeon

[alien-superst4r]

2024 en albums

Quelle année phénoménale pour la musique, je savais plus où donner de la tête, y a eu grave des sorties de qualité. De temps en temps je parle de musique ici et encore une fois je voulais mettre en avant des artistes non blancs qui méritent plus de gaz et plus d'écoutes.

Le post risque d'être un peu long soyez bien calés. J'ai essayé de caser en plusieurs catégories pour que ce soit un peu digeste et si vous voulez avoir mon avis plus en détails ainsi que les liens vers les albums, c'est tout compilé dans le gdoc que je mets en lien tout à la fin.

Quelques précisions avant de commencer :

j'ai aussi mis des EP et mixtapes, pas que des albums

vous le verrez très vite, j'écoute très très très peu d'artistes masculins, oops

si vous avez un nom en tête et qu'il est pas dans la liste, soit je connais pas, soit j'ai pas écouté parce que j'ai zappé ou parce que je savais pas que c'était sorti cette année, soit j’ai pas aimé le projet, soit je préfère pas leur donner du gaz pour plein de raisons oops again

j'ai mis que des projets originaux, pas de rééditions, remix, et quelques rares versions étendues/deluxe d’albums sortis avant si y avait suffisamment de nouvelles chansons pour constituer un projet à part

_____________________________________________

FOCUS FRANCOPHONE

Shay + Pourvu qu'il pleuve

Lazuli + Aphrodisiaque

ADÉS THE PLANET + J'PLEURE EN DANSANT // UN TRÈS BEL ENTERREMENT

Ruthee + Là où les diamants brillent

Yseult + MENTAL

Theodora + BAD BOY LOVESTORY

DAVINHOR + Karaba Partie I

Le Juiice + NOUS ART : Masterpiece

ET EN CREOLE

Meryl + Caviar I

Maureen + BAD QUEEN

Joé Dwèt Filé + GOUMIN // GOUMIN TERMINE

P.L.L + Phase II

ON NE LES PRESENTE PLUS

Beyoncé + Cowboy Carter

Kendrick Lamar + GNX

Megan Thee Stallion + Megan

Future x Metro Booming + We don't trust you // We still don't trust you

RAP

Little Simz + Drop 7

Doechii + Alligator bites never heal

GloRilla + Glorious

Flo Milli + Fine Ho, Stay

Sira Faal + Paradies Berlin

R&B

Chlöe + Trouble in paradise

Normani + Dopamine

FLO + Access all areas

Raveena + Where the butterflies go in the rain

Sza + Lana (SOS Deluxe)

Orion Sun + Orion

Shae Universe + Love's letter

POP

Tinashe + Quantum baby

Nemahsis + Verbathim

Lana Lubany + YAFA

AFRO

Rema + HEIS

Ayra Starr + The year I turned 21

Tems + Born in the wild

Wizkid + Morayo

Tyla + Tyla

AUTRES (alt, indé, fusion)

Amaarae + roses are red, tears are blue

Rachel Chinouriri + What a devastating turn of events

Dua Saleh + I SHOULD CALL THEM

Nia Archives + Silence is loud

Ravyn Lenae + Bird's eye

Hana Vu + Romanticism

Amber Mark + Loosies

Saint Levant + DEIRA

IAMDDB + LOVE is WAR, Volume 6

Iniko + 333

Et voici le lien du gdoc pour les commentaires et les explications, parce que je me prends pour Pitchfork à mes heures perdues faut croire.

>> 2024 en albums <<

[sw4lot]

New Year New Me

I'M SICK AND TIRED OF BEING PATHETIC

I'm honestly sick and tired of self-loathing my own demise, like I plan on being consistent, and then I procrastinate, then I get all sad and disappointed? Like bitch you did that to yourself? Why are you being so pathetic? Why are you letting your past determine your worth, and power? Fear, it's always fear. Fear of the possibility of failing or not making it because of my past experiences and continued indifference of my issues, it's so conflicting because I'm so aware of what I'm doing and I know I'm not suppose to do it but I do it anyway, I have no self control, no self discipline, then I get mad, like ho you know damn well....I understand my adhd is a huge contributing factor, and it makes everything so much harder, especially with procrastination paralysis, but I don't really put in effort, I try, but not hard enough, I could think of ways to avoid My executive dysfunction but no, my pathetic ass just sits there and feel sorry for myself

Honestly I want to change, I really do, but I have to actually keep promises to myself and stay strong, I've been thinking of 2 methods, if I'm tempted to do something I'm not suppose to I'll count to 10, rationalize what I'm doing, and realize what I'm doing doesn't make any since to if I actually want to improve myself. Secondly, harsh motivation, now I'm not trying to repackage self hatred here, but I've been way too soft on myself, I've let myself go way too easily and it's exhausting, I'm going to push myself, and give myself a harsh reminder that being a pathetic piece of trash won't get me anywhere in life

Plans for the rest of the year 2024

I'm going to manifest my desires into reality, I've known about the law for about 3 years now and I haven't manifested anything I wanted, things I didn't want? Yes, because I know the law always works because we consistently decide everything, but now I know what to do, all I have to do is do it.

Things to remind myself:

-I am limitless nothing is impossible

-I am my ideal self

-manifesting isn't logical unless you make it to be (all about assumption)

-Affirm, regardless of 3d, doubts, and preconceived notions

-Robotic affirming always works!

Affirmations:

-I am my ideal self

-my life is perfect

-I have everything I desire

-I am THEE It Girl

-I never fail

-I always Win

Another thing I want to do for the duration of 2024 is do some yoga, unwind, and be at a peaceful state of mind as I reclaim my value of being the author of my own reality

My plans for 2025

Step 1: Workout

I want to consistently maintain and better my body, plus working out always helps with my mood and my dopamine, especially considering that my adhd usually effects my motivation.

What I've noticed is that I've been my best when I'd exercise, I never really knew how well moving my body really helps with my well being, so I'll definitely do it more often next year!

Step 2: Haircare

I usually never style my protective style, and just throw in a bun and waltz to school without doing my edges, and sure it's not a bad thing, I just want to look a little more preppy, and do something other than a basic bun

Same applies with my afro, I want to sculpt my hair in cute little styles and do my edges, I just want to maintain my hair, you know what I mean? Just look forward to school every day just to do my hair! It'll give me motivation.

Step 3: Skincare

I want to start doing my skincare, to clear out my skin, and just a form of self-love. Make myself feel and look pretty, I always just sit my ass all day on my phone, and I'm SICK OF IT. I want to be productive and not feel like shit all the time for not taking care of myself.

I promise, I'll do it, I will change, and I will manifest my desires, and love myself, promise.

xoxo evee♡

[soulmusicsongs]

Soul from Nigeria, part 3

Soul from Nigeria

Afro Funk - Super Elcados (Togetherness Is Always A Good Venture - Tambourine Party Vol. 2, 1976)

Alo Mi Alo - Orlando Julius & His Afro Sounders (Orlando Ideas, 1972)

Amalinja - The Don Isaac Ezekiel Combination (Amalinja / Fall On Your Knees And Pray, 1972)

Be Nice To The People - Question Mark (Be Nice To The People, 1977)

Black Power Dance (Part 2) - T-Fire (New Testament, 1979)

Come Back Baby - Theodore Nemy & His Band (Come Back Baby / Je Reviendrai, 1973)

Do The Good - The Future Hopes (How Can I Get To My God / Do The Good, 197?)

Fireman - Benis Cletin (Jungle Magic, 1979)

Lets Be Free - Aktion (Celebration, 1977)

Life’s Gone Down Low - The Lijadu Sisters (Danger, 1976)

Love Rock - The Strangers (Love Rock / Onye Ije, 1972)

Onwe Nne-E-Jie-Ijie Oba - Moonshine Dance Band (Moonshine Dance Band, 1979)

Papa's Black Dog - Pazy And The Black Hippies (Wa Ho Ha, 1978)

Somebody’s Gotta Lose Or Win - The Hygrades (The World Ends: Afro Rock & Psychedelia In 1970s Nigeria, 2010)

We’re Makin’ A Hell - Rock Town Express ( Rock Town Express, 1974)

More African Soul

Soul from Nigeria, part 2

Soul from Nigeria

Soul from Ghana

African Funk from the Seventies

Ethiopian Grooves

Funk from Africa in 20 tracks

Soul from South Africa: 18 tracks

[mohammmed-atalah]

https://gofund.me/8b2ac999

Hello! Thank you for bearing with me,😭🇵🇸 🍉I am Mohammed, a Palestinian from North Gaza, my life is miserable and horrific, my left hand was injured and I need a bone transplant, my house was completely destroyed, and the family consists of 13 people, most of them are young children, Amir and Malak, infants. My family has nothing left but hope that you can support and help us with. After ten months of war, we are exhausted, desperate and displaced. We have lost our homes and livelihoods and gone with the wind. Things are driving us crazy. The minimum standard of living is unattainable. Clean water and food have become a dream that we must achieve. What makes our lives worse is the continuous bombing and killing. That is why I am asking in this post for your help to survive these unbearable conditions, and to move from hell to safety and peace. Your support can help us be safe and alive, so my friends, you can support us either by donating directly what you can or by sharing my campaign links so that generous people can know about our tragedy and pain. Remember that your small contribution can make a big difference in the lives of many children whose health deteriorates day by day. Let their lives change and let them feel happy through your generous contribution.My campaign was documented by @90-ghost 🙏🍉

@animentality @ankle-beez @afro-elf

@chilewithcarnage @determinate-negation

@gougerre @gayorc @jzq @juergenklopp

@kropotkindersurprise @neshamama

@pcktknife @papasmoke @palistani

@queerstudiesnatural @qirfa

@sabertoothwalrus @singinginthecar

@turtletoria @viviraptor @wellwaterhysteria

@xinakwans @youtubepoopmusicvideo

@zhuiren @littlegermanboy @sliceofdyke

@g00ngala okay that's all thx

[onlytibki]

One Piece characters as PJO-style demigods

Qualifiers: no PJO storyline. This is half from a reincarnation-type concept I'm playing with but I won't go into details for that; the other half is being figured out as I write this.

Jimbe - merman. Why mess with a classic? He's a graduate of Camp Fishblood, maybe a legacy of the royal family (son/grandson of Triton or something) somewhere along the line.

Brook - clear-sighted mortal (legacy of Apollo?), favored by Aurora since he greeted every sunrise with music. got her permission and support to pull an Orpheus and play with his old band one last time. unfortunately, while Aurora's blessing let him survive walking through Hades, it didn't prevent him from withering (see her husband, Eos). yo-ho-ho. walking talking afro skeleton. Mist has to pull double-time hiding all that from mortals.

(alternative - he died with his old band but successfully Orpheus'd himself out to go find the Laboon equivalent. unfortunately, he had to return alone.)

Franky - one of two: (1) son of Hespaestus. (2) cyborg cyclops. oh maybe both!! Hephaestus had a kiddo with one of his cyclops workers and we were all graced with this blue haired one-eyed insane fireproof disability mechanic

Robin - Athena, naturally. Researcher, strategist, dedicates her life to knowledge. Mortal parent is a professor. Unfortunately, in one of those twists of irony--she can't weave/create/build to save her life.

Chopper - no listen he's literally still a deer. Was being hunted by Artemis but when she got hurt (as hunters sometimes do) he turned around and brought her healing herbs and both Artemis and Apollo blessed him and turned him into a satyr, sorta. Boom: walking talking doctor deer son.

Nami - clear-sighted mortal. made fast friends with local water nymphs as a kid. main character energy so strong they had to let her into camp.

Sanji - Legacy of Eros/Aphrodite on his mom's side. Judge steps into the Roman Emperors' shoes here, so Sanji gets the same kinda trauma Meg McCaffrey does, plus abusive siblings for flavor. Zeff is a former combat vet and cannot see through the Mist but can spot a traumatized kiddo in need from 50 yards out

(alternative - Zeff's a fucking redeemed Laistrygonian, a la Tyson but with 2 eyes. Tried the cannibalism thing. 0/10 would not recommend. Spotted a traumatized kiddo and went "is anyone gonna adopt that?" and didn't wait for an answer. Restaurant serves demigods and monsters both with a standard 'no fights inside' rule.)

Usopp - satyr. he met Chopper first, and later led Sanji and Nami to camp.

Zoro - Mars. Yes he's the only Roman. This poor man got so lost after dying that he ended up in the neighboring pantheon. In the story concept, he bests everyone in New Rome and then goes on "a little walk" to find the rest of the crew and ends up having to cross the entire country following the rising sun because of course that's where Luffy would be

Luffy - I know I said I wouldn't get into details but Luffy's always so goddamn hard to fit into other canons so he ended up central to the storyline. Luffy's reincarnation is as a sun-god, but without any believers he's asleep. As the crew comes together he wakes up more and more, and when they're all standing in one place, he finally wakes up entirely.

on a metaphysical level, he grabs their hand and yanks them to join him in the next adventure - returning to the OP world (years into the future), apotheosized into a new pantheon:

Luffy - sun/freedom/victory; Zoro - night sky/masculinity/ambition; Nami - day sky/femininity/skill; Usopp - plants/artists (especially storytellers)/bravery; Chopper - animals/childhood/medicine; Robin - life/knowledge-keepers/history; Franky - fire/builders/progress; Brook - death/musicians/love; Jimbe - water/guardians/community.

[an-unholy-devotion-and-desire]

💘 call me Roman, Fiifi , Afia or Cupid ~ !! 💘

💫 she / he / fae / mink + any 💫 Alter/Part - Co-host of a system !

HOWDY! - im an alter n co-host 4 our system @infin8drip (main blog) - im a cherubim + succubus hybrid but i dont rly claim my more "corrupted" side of the spectrum or wtvr, im jus a zesty rebellious stupid ho LMAO (lightheartedly jokin dont take this srs pls i just play 2 much ). i do have shiftable forms that more "simpler" 4 others in the headspace, typically i look like this :p (warnin, this is the host old art n it's an old ass "selfies" of me in the middle, i will update the this lol also i typically like messin around w/ my hair. )

- (ALL art by this sytem) - tw warnin 4 the n slur up ahead on the 3rd pic (i can reclaim it.)

- i'm an OCtive + Mixoject of multiple sources! ( sources; The other host OC, Cupid, Angels, Cherubim (Media & biblical accurate), Lola Bunny , Minerva Mink) - My system job resume includes: internal self helper, sexual protector, ADHD, BPD, NPD, OCPD, hypersexual symptom holder - i'm mentally (i say 'mentally' bc truely i'm ageless but im an adult) early 30 yr old, in a 25yr old body ✌🏾 how do u do c: - I am nonhuman and may interact with nonhuman/alterhuman posts! i identify as ! : - pangenderfaer - Etherio/Etho/nonhuman boy - pan gaybian, - stemmetwink !(mostly femme) - turigirl ! - i'm wlw, wlm , mlm, nblm , nblw , nblnb !! - i'm partnered x10 /r & /qpr <3 ; by members in our/my system, n' our/my 2 system partners, so pls don't be fuckin weird ! c:

body wise also:

. - parent . - blk/indigenous (afro american geechee + blackfoot cherokee/creek/seminole) . - anemic . - intersex . - transneumascfem FTM Panfluid Maverique Boi . - C-DID . - got zat ✨ AuDHD ✨ . - OCD . - BP type i w/ psychotic features . - We have the deluxe, Cluster B special bein BPD, NPD w/ traits of ASPD, with a side of Cluster C's AVPD and OCPD, topped w/ traits of StPD 👨🏾‍🍳 🤌🏾 . - dancin w/ an unspecified ED

this blog's purpose is 2 just b my side of the internet, essentially. i reblog anythin angelcore, lovecore, coquette, 420 , fashion, early y2k, creepy cute, celebs, shows i like, shit from my culture, while talkin' abt social justices in my respected intersections! occasionally will sketch here 2 n show off my art :p tws: spirituality , suggestive content n probs +18 content under cuts , talks of trauma and ventin, hypersexuality n the highs n lows of it :')) , PDA ( i like gushin abt my boos <33 ) , possible religious imagery n weed mention. anythin else i haven't mentioned will still b tagged accordingly!

☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 ☝🏾 💢TAPS SCREEN☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢

BYF: - I reclaim the slurs/terms: nigga, retard, dyke, bulldyke, fag, sambo - speak in aave / ebonics unintentionally and intentionally. -I am a full time parent along side my partners, part time worker (soon will be attending college), trying to get support my partners/family out of a tough spot, so I'm always busy or stressed in some form. -Unless youre close to me and/or partners, do not call me "sis" or "shawty" even jokingly. that goes for the whole collective :/ THIS BLOG IS 18+ this is a no minor zone 4 my comfortability here! I block ageless blogs n anyone i think is weird or off puttin 4 me. Me n the block button r the realest definition of "bros b4 hoes" frfr

☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 ☝🏾 💢TAPS SCREEN☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢 ☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢☝🏾 💢

DNI: PRO ZIONISTS, ANTISEMETIC, ANTIBLACK, ANTI NATIVE, ENDOS, PROSHIPPERS/COMSHIPPERS, DDLG/AGE KINK, RADQUEER , SAFEQUEERS, Labeled "DA/IRL" ( RECOVERING D-MISID's ARE FINE ) , OMEGAVERSE, TRANSID, ANTI-OTHERKIN/THERIAN, RTCA, ANTI RECOVERY BLOGS OF ANY KIND, TERFS, ANTI XENOGENDERS/NEOS, ANTI- MSPEC LESBIANS/GAYS, ANTI GOOD FAITH IDs ARE NOT WELCOME, . . Nor will I engage in discourse w/ it, unless its somethin i feel like I need 2 drop my two sense on somethin that i feel nobody may not have not touched on, or someone i care abt is publically involved. Other than that, i h8 gettin into discourse when the general public has already have made multiple points 2 counter a lot of misinformation w/ fax + its not always good for my health, nor the system's

Tag list:

# . 💘  .  | Preachin n servin the word   ( Spiritual uplifting talks)

# . 💘  .  | Divine creations ( Art or edits )

# . 💘  .  | Zealous Rebellion and Resistance ( Social activism ) # . 💘  .  | I'll just take the 85 2 Africa  ( Black excellence, Black Pride, Black history , anything blk related tbh ) # . 💘  .  | Before Genesis… ( Exomemories if i ever decide 2 talk abt them ) # . 💘  .  | Sorrows of the fallen ( Vents ) # . 💘  .  | Pierced by Cupid's Arrow <3 ( Partners tag <33 ) # . 💘  .  | Not safe 4 mortals ( NSFT )

# . 💘  .  | Sins of Wrath ( RANTS ) 

# . 💘  .  | Sins of Envy ( Narc lows vents ) # . 💘  .  | Sins of Greed ( Hoarding vents & talks , mentions ) # . 💘  .  | Sins of Lust (  Hypersexuality, Lewd talk, also NSFT ) # . 💘  .  | Sins of Pride ( me havin a narc high ) # . 💘  .  | Sins of Gluttony ( Hyperfixation tag ) # . 💘  .  | Sins of Sloth (Recreational talks; Weed and alcohol mentions )

graphics by: @/willsgraphics @/silkholland @/anitalenia @/dollywons userboxes by @/killerssideblog @/sysboxes

[narrettwist]

free space for oc rambling. tell us more about your bone fashion designer (michi, right?) please

Michi!! So they started as a My Hero Academia OC but they have migrated into several AUs and other fandoms at this point.

Originally I wanted to make a character with what could easily be an OP quirk that they don't use in an OP way. Skeleton Animation works on all bone skeletons, even ones in living bodies, so very easily a big bad villain ability. However Michi only uses it on the dead, for personal reasons, and uses it mostly to create things to carry their stuff, make coffee, act as dress dummies/dress-up dolls, open doors, etc. Their real "villain" power is their attention to details especially in contracts. Manipulating business practices to create favorable outcomes for themself and their fashion design business, the typical white collar shady business practices. Basically, a shitty villain that's not worth the time of heroes to deal with. Or as I put in a few fics "a villain for the aesthetics."

They're an orphan, parents died in a car crash, and they were raised by their paternal grandfather Hamon. However because of Hamon's quirk, Spirit Summoning, Michi grew up knowing their parents. Hamon is head priest at a shinto shrine, where Michi grew up, with the family quirk line relating to death the place was known as "the spooky shrine". Michi was othered as a child and decided that they would be better than everyone else when they grew up.

I often pair them off with Tsunagu/Best Jeanist because the idea of two fashion icons who are both petty and dramatic is very entertaining to me. Also falls into the "villains and heroes are two sides of the same coin" thing. They both put forward a very specific public image that comes down completely around the other. They share history from being in the same first year class at UA, Michi was in heroics until second year when they transferred to business. Tsu was the first person who became friends with them. After graduation they both lean into the rival thing until Michi's redemption arc.

But because I love the dynamics of OCs with existing universes/fandoms ice brought Michi into several other fandoms and generic AUs. Sometimes I drag Tsu along, sometimes I leave him at home.

Common traits through all iterations:

Afro-Japanese (unless otherworldly fantasy au). Shinto. Raised by grandfather (shinto priest). Dramatic petty ho. Afab masc Nonbinary (there are a couple where they are transmasc). Usually some connection to the dead. A million walls to keep people from getting close because they become possessive over those they do like. Acts villainous but has very defined moral codes. The "Dating Catwoman" trope all day long. Does things for the aesthetics (and drama).

Fashion inspiration: Alexander McQueen, Balmain, Zuhair Murad, and general Burning Man vibes.

I love my fashion pseudo-villain.

[micro961]

Dj Faxbeat “Secondo me”

Un testo riflessivo sorretto da ritmi incalzanti e melodie ipnotiche per il nuovo singolo del cantautore di Asti

«Abbiamo tutti una nostra personale idea sulle cose ma spesso non focalizziamo le energie su noi stessi, tendendo a pensare con la testa altrui. Ho voluto fermare il momento in cui usiamo le parole “secondo me” su poche frasi e verità che abbiamo dentro di noi e probabilmente non ascoltiamo per paura di metterci in discussione.» Dj Faxbeat

“Secondo me” è il singolo d’esordio di Dj Faxbeat, al secolo Fabrizio Russo. Una linea vocale ipnotica, a metà strada tra il rap e il cantato tradizionale, che si sviluppa su una base musicale ricca di ritmi incalzanti. Il cantautore e producer di Asti porta avanti il suo percorso artistico decennale confezionando un brano orecchiabile con un testo mai banale.

Fabrizio Russo, nome d’arte Dj Faxbeat, è un produttore musicale, rapper e cantautore di Asti. Il suo suono è molto distintivo ed immediatamente riconoscibile ed incorpora elementi di musica elettronica, R&B, Funk, Afro.

Nel 2001 fa da dj in alcune date degli allora DDP (oggi produttori del rapper Emis Killa) e produce assieme al gruppo il primo singolo, "Selvaggi" uscito per l'etichetta Blocco Recordz, che vede l'allora poco conosciuto Ale Cattelan in una parte del video.

Nel 2005 crea la One Night “The Flow! Hip-Hop r’n’b night” ed anima le serate dei club della sua città suonando insieme anche ad ospiti come BigFish, Esa e molti altri.

Nel 2009 incide "Origine di Futuro”, un album di 17 brani che vede la partecipazione di alcuni artisti emergenti della sua città natale.

Nel 2012 incide il singolo "Per Ora" con Tormento.

Nel 2013 apre i live dei Club Dogo, J-Ax e General Levy.

Dal 2014 ad oggi inventa un nuovo genere musicale, l'E.S.M, acronimo di Electronic Scratch Music, genere in cui suona il giradischi come strumento musicale.

Nel 2015 vince l'award come Best DJ 2015 dalla WSSA.

Forma assieme a Davide Calabrese e Beppe Di Filippo il gruppo UNTZ di cui ne è tuttora dj e scratcher performer.

Nel 2016 esce “Body”, l'album sperimentale di scratch e strumentali totalmente prodotto e suonato da Dj Faxbeat (con alcune collaborazioni) in cui utilizza il giradischi come voce sui beat.

Suona nei club fino al 2019 quando si ferma in studio per una personale ricerca musicale fino al 2024. L’8 marzo 2024 decide quindi di uscire con il suo singolo “Secondo Me”, sotto il nome di Dj Faxbeat.

Radio date: 8 marzo 2024

CONTATTI / SOCIAL