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parksaversnews · 6 months ago

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Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party 2024: 5 New Frights & Delights

Get ready for a spook-tacular celebration at Walt Disney World's Magic Kingdom! Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party returns in 2024 with thrilling new offerings and fan-favorite frights. This separately-ticketed event kicks off on August 9 and runs on select nights through October 31. Guests can purchase tickets starting May 8 if staying at select Walt Disney World Resort hotels, Walt Disney World Swan and Dolphin Hotels, or Shades of Green. All other guests can buy tickets beginning May 15.

The 2024 Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party Disney World dates are: - August: 9, 13, 16, 20, 23, 27, 30 - September: 2, 6, 8, 10, 13, 15, 17, 20, 22, 24, 26, 27, 29 - October: 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 10, 11, 14, 15, 17, 18, 20, 21, 24, 25, 27, 29, 31 Prepare for a hauntingly good time with new spooky spectacles and returning favorites at this iconic Halloween celebration. From chilling entertainment to devilishly delightful treats, Disney World Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party 2024 promises a wicked night of family-friendly frights and fun!

New Mickey and Minnie Halloween Costumes Mickey and Minnie are spinning a web of spooky style for Walt Disney World Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party! The iconic duo will haunt the event in electrifying new neon spiderweb costumes, adding a radiant fright to their iconic looks. Their vibrant attire, glowing with an eerie web pattern, promises to dazzle guests as Mickey and Minnie bring their signature charm to this haunting celebration. Get ready to be entranced by the dynamic pair's latest ghoulish garb as they spread Halloween spirit throughout the Magic Kingdom.

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Bruno Madrigal Bruno Madrigal Joins the Party Get ready to encounter the mysterious Bruno Madrigal during Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party! For the first time ever, the clairvoyant character from Disney's "Encanto" will make an appearance, joining his niece Mirabel at their family Casita in Fairytale Garden. This highly-anticipated debut promises a delightfully spooky meet-and-greet opportunity for fans of the beloved film. Guests can finally come face-to-face with the elusive Bruno, whose prophetic visions have captivated audiences worldwide. Alongside the charming Mirabel, this dynamic duo is sure to bring an extra dose of magic and excitement to the haunting Halloween festivities at the Magic Kingdom.

New “Mickey’s Boo-To-You Halloween Parade” Start Time Families with young children can rejoice at the earlier start time for Mickey's Boo-To-You Halloween Parade during Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party! This year, the beloved parade will kick off at 8:15pm, a full hour earlier than previous years, allowing little ones to revel in the spooky fun before bedtime. While the parade timing receives a spook-tacular adjustment, plenty of fan-favorite frights return for more tricks and treats. Guests can look forward to the "Disney's Not-So-Spooky Spectacular" fireworks hosted by Jack Skellington, the "Hocus Pocus Villain Spelltacular" stage show, and trick-or-treating throughout the Magic Kingdom. The party also offers opportunities to dance the night away, experience haunting attraction overlays like Monsters Inc. Laugh Floor and Space Mountain, and indulge in Halloween treats galore. Those with a sweet tooth can satiate their cravings at the Disney's Not-So-Spooky Spectacular Dessert Party, providing prime fireworks viewing from Plaza Garden or Tomorrowland Terrace. Reservations for this ghoulish experience open on June 7, ensuring a delightfully spooky way to cap off the evening's festivities. More details to come! Remember, this is a very popular event, so be sure to grab your Disney World Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party tickets as soon as possible! Check out our insider info on getting discount Disney World tickets! Read the full article

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yandere-toons · 3 years ago

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Yandere Camilo Madrigal (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

Warnings: psychological manipulation, toxic mindset.

A.N. - The most requested member of the family alongside Bruno.

Platonic:

Beneath the easygoing confidence, there exists doubt about his place in the world and what he should be doing with his life and gift. The ideal day for Camilo is gallivanting around the town of Encanto with his friend while he does impressions of his family members.

As someone who lives the majority of his life within the limits of Casa Madrigal, the shapeshifter is disheartened by his friend having other arrangements that interfere with their ability to spend time with him.

Camilo seeks to give them a stress-free existence where they have nothing but time to laugh at his impersonations and support whatever whim has his attention that day. This is a reality that he believes they covet too, and he achieves it by -- unbeknownst to anyone but himself -- imitating whoever endowed them with the responsibility and telling them not to worry about it.

Camilo later informs his friend of his actions if they seem thankful, which is near the time when the rest of the Madrigals grow wise to his behaviour.

His friend is a haven for when he has no wish to discuss or confront his troubles, personal or familial, and wants to enjoy the simple fun of pranking strangers. Drama is little more than a stage prop for the far more exciting and amusing show that is humour, and Camilo motivates his friend to ditch their problems and join him for a good laugh.

He can be a bit insensitive in this regard, preferring to treat any conflict as a comical development for fear that acknowledging the root of the issue will worsen it and lead to the collapse of the relationship.

The nature of the attention is irrelevant. A positive response encourages him to view his friend as a reliable source of praise and visit them more often, while a negative response is still them diverting their attention from something else for him.

A lukewarm response is the only thing that gives Camilo pause, as it leaves him nothing to work with and compels him to shift his methods to more aggressive and desperate alternatives.

As the relationship evolves, Camilo gradually expands his comfort zone regarding whom from his friend's life he chooses to impersonate. It begins with a citizen who they seem to pass on the street multiple times and snowballs into the shapeshifter imitating their family members for quick chats that become increasingly commonplace.

Romantic:

When impersonating someone to further interact with his partner, he does not bother to adopt a whole new personality. Shades of his playful attitude and prankster tendencies bleed through the disguise and warn his partner to take another look at the person speaking to them. If caught, Camilo reverts to his natural form and treats the situation like a funny prank.

Camilo dances around the idea of a confession, never being serious enough about it to follow through with an opportunity. Instead, he leans into the beginning of one several times, only to lose his courage and disregard it as a joke when his partner fails to recognize his sincerity or is not immediately receptive to it.

The shapeshifter worries that this level of emotional honesty will be viewed as weak or a disappointment given his carefree nature and fondness for mocking his family when they partake in such matters.

Not yet comfortable with the vulnerability, Camilo sustains himself with the hope that they will never become involved with anyone. If his partner were to be engaged to or dating someone else, the shapeshifter expresses his frustration via mean-spirited ribbing and various attempts to disrupt the courtship.

The admirer and their relationship with his partner become the butt of many of his jokes, and he tells them to his partner with the expectation that they will agree the person is an idiot and leave them.

Private moments are interrupted by Camilo jumping into the conversation with an offer to prank someone together while pretending not to notice the other person.

Date nights are ruined by his announcing false emergencies and sometimes creating one, such as impersonating the waiter at a restaurant and continually messing up the order to draw an ugly side of their admirer's personality.

When Camilo sees his partner alone, he deliberately makes plans with them during times that would otherwise be reserved for the admirer.

His behaviour is more annoying than it is harmful unless this other relationship shows no signs of ending and has persisted for a long time. Especially if there is talk of his partner moving away from Encanto, Camilo elects to impersonate their admirer and stage a breakup.

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atlabeth · 4 years ago

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talking to the moon

summary: dealing with the aftermath of the worst event of your life.

pairing: sokka x fem!reader but solely platonic. stan big brother sokka

a/n: this became so much longer than i initially meant for lmao. it was just supposed to be sokka and y/n talking but then i. wrote the whole death scene and a whole backstory and. im sorry. i made myself sad while writing this

wc: 4.1k

warnings: so much angst, death, mentions of suffocation, mentions of arranged marriages, one mention of blood, one single curse i think, lots of anger and lots of sadness but some fluff at the end

based on the song “talking to the moon” by bruno mars

living in the northern water tribe wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

as a waterbender, it should’ve been a perfect haven. a renowned master to teach her how to fight and become a master herself, a constant feeling of power being around ice and water all the time, and a comfortable life as the daughter of two important councilmembers that worked alongside chief arnook.

but the only thing y/n had come to know of this place was a complete and utter loss of freedom.

she wasn’t allowed to learn martial waterbending simply because she was a woman. master pakku wouldn’t even give her the time of day, and when she complained to her parents they cited century-long traditions and told her that was just how things were.

y/n felt comfortable being around water and ice all the time, but it’s not like the power of the moon helped her when she hardly knew anything in the first place. it was slightly easier to try and teach herself new techniques that she learned from watching master pakku and his students, but it still almost always ended in failure.

and of course, her noble heritage simply meant that she would be married off once she reached the appropriate age for the benefit of her family. yippee.

but there was one benefit that came along with being the daughter of nobles that worked closely with the chief.

princess yue.

she was without a doubt the nicest girl that y/n had ever known, and they quickly became each other’s closest friends. y/n thought that maybe she wouldn’t like her because yue was two years her senior, but it didn’t matter in her eyes. yue showed y/n a side that she never showed anyone else; the carefree, energetic, loving side. the side that told y/n fantastical stories while they rode together the waterways. the side that encouraged y/n to waterbend whenever she could and to try as hard as possible to get the martial techniques down because ‘i know you can do it!’ the side that was absolutely fascinated by her waterbending, the side that shrieked in surprise then dissolved into giggles every time y/n soaked her at the end of the session.

yue was the bright light in y/n’s boring days, and y/n was a needed reprieve from yue’s duties.

the young girls didn’t know that there was so much coming for them.

team avatar visiting y/n’s home was one of the most exciting things to happen to her. it was like a breath of fresh air in the monotony of her life, and it didn’t take too long for y/n to become friends with all of them at the celebratory dinner the night they arrived.

y/n and katara instantly struck off. as waterbenders of the same age they already had a connection, but it was only strengthened the longer they stayed. y/n had never cheered so loud when she fought against pakku.

it was impossible not to like aang. he was even younger than y/n with an infectious positive attitude and a smile always on his face. he even offered to help teach her waterbending along with katara after learning from pakku, which was a great plan until it wasn’t.

her association with sokka came from her association with yue. he was infatuated with the princess almost immediately — it wasn’t a surprise, y/n was sure every boy in the tribe had a crush on her in some form — but he was also very kind to y/n. as time went on, they developed more of a sibling-like bond and y/n loved it. she was an only child raised to the highest expectations, but she was allowed to let loose around sokka. it also helped to see him make a fool in front of himself every time her and yue were together.

things were looking up for y/n. she had three new friends that all liked her best friend, and she was actually learning a little bit more about fighting with waterbending from katara. everything was perfect.

until the fire nation attacked.

y/n had been with yue and sokka when they saw the black snow and immediately rushed back to the tribe to warn everyone. that was how a fourteen year old noble girl who barely knew how to defend herself like y/n got involved in a fight against the fire nation.

after rescuing aang from zuko and, at aang’s request, bringing the unconscious prince with them, they started traveling back to the spirit oasis. y/n sat in the back of the saddle with sokka and yue, a new friend and her oldest friend, when yue suddenly grabbed her head with a small groan. y/n looked around and the world around them had turned red as blood. something was very wrong.

“are you okay? sokka asked, reaching for her instinctively as if to protect her from whatever was hurting her.

“i.. i feel faint,” she muttered.

“i feel it too,” aang added. “the moon spirit is in trouble.”

y/n’s eyes widened as she stared back at yue, horror dancing in her eyes as she shook her head. “no, no it can’t be. yue, you know what that means—”

it wasn’t hard to catch onto the fearful tone in her voice and katara set an amicable hand on her shoulder. “what are you talking about, y/n?”

thankfully, yue took over. “i owe the moon spirit my life.”

“what do you mean?” sokka’s eyes went between y/n and yue, y/n’s worried gaze trained on yue as she explained how the moon spirit had given her life as a baby. when she was done, the water tribe siblings were staring at her in disbelief.

“if the moon spirit is in danger then we need to save it.” y/n’s voice was hardened as they got closer to the spirit oasis, stretching her fingers out to get the blood flowing again in case she needed to bend. she didn’t know very much about combat besides what katara had taught her, but hopefully it would be enough to at least aid the rest of the team.

appa slid to a stop in the spirit oasis and aang, sokka, katara, and y/n all hopped off of his back and got into battle stances. sokka took out his boomerang, aang wielded his staff, and y/n and katara got ready to bend.

“don’t bother,” zhao spat. he held up the bag with tui and positioned his fist next to it, posing the very obvious threat. y/n’s eyes widened and her hands fell the slightest bit. he wouldn’t.

it turned out that he very well would.

y/n thought that they would be safe, that yue would be safe once he released the fish after iroh’s threat, but she should’ve known a man like that would never be satisfied. just as the normal hues of the oasis had returned, zhao let out a yell and blasted the koi with fire, plunging the world into various shades of grey.

y/n let out a strangled cry as she realized what it meant, and she wanted to unleash all of her fury on zhao. she wanted to make him hurt, make him understand just what he had done. but it seemed that general iroh already had that plan as he started firebending viciously, swiftly defeating the soldiers after zhao had gotten away.

y/n felt like she was in a haze, following through with her movements but not actually there. the four of them rushed towards the water and yue soon joined them, all looking down at tui in horror. the moon spirit was gone, dead, killed.

her worst fear had come true, and she stared at yue’s blue eyes, the only thing that still had color, mouth opening and closing as she tried to think of things to say.

“there’s no hope now,” yue mourned. “it’s over now.”

“no it’s not.”

y/n watched in amazement as aang merged with the ocean spirit and left to defend her home, but it melted away once again when she joined the siblings, iroh, and yue at the front of the water.

“it’s too late. it’s dead.” katara stared at the dead fish when iroh placed it back into the water. it truly did seem like it was over. y/n felt none of the usual power she felt at night. if she tried to bend, she knew nothing would happen.

iroh seemed to notice yue as she stepped closer and he raised his eyebrows. “you have been touched by the moon spirit. some of its life is in you.”

“yes, you’re right.” yue set her jaw and y/n immediately knew what she was thinking. “it gave me life. maybe i can give it back.”

“no!” y/n and sokka cried at the same time. y/n’s voice cracked and she had to do everything she could to prevent the tears from falling. “yue, no. you don’t have to do this.”

“it’s my duty, y/n.” her kind blue eyes, an image that would haunt y/n for years to come, glistened with unshed tears as she walked over to the oasis. this time sokka grabbed her hand to try and stop her.

“i won’t let you! your father told me to protect you!” sokka usually guarded his emotions but this time the fear in his voice was obvious, and it hurt. he didn’t want to lose her. he couldn’t lose her.

“i have to do this.”

y/n wanted to scream at yue to stop, try and knock some sense into her, hold the girl that she loved back from sacrificing herself. but she just stood there, frozen, as yue hovered her hands over the dead fish. tui began to glow, and yue collapsed.

y/n rushed over to her as sokka caught her and she fell to her knees. the tears were falling, she didn’t care, her friend was gone, she was dying. y/n felt yue’s ice cold hand on her arm and she grasped it with both of her own. her and sokka were barely holding it together as they watched the girl they both loved die in their arms.

“y/n..” her voice was already faint, she was using up all of her strength just to talk to them in her final moments. “thank you for everything. never forget what you are fighting for. i will always cherish our friendship.”

a choked sob escaped y/n’s lips and she gripped yue’s hand as tightly as she could, like maybe if she didn’t let go then she would come back. she couldn’t even hear what she said to sokka, all she could hear was the pounding in her head. this couldn’t be happening.

and then she was gone. the ice cold hand in y/n’s grip was gone, the girl they were cradling was gone, and in her place was just emptiness. iroh placed the koi fish back into the water and the entire oasis filled with light, and the energy around the lake turned into yue. she was ethereal. she was a spirit. she was gone.

yue came closer and wrapped y/n in a hug, feeling more like a gentle breeze than a real person hugging her. she then kissed sokka, and a faint smile graced her lips. “goodbye, i love you both. i will always be with you.”

and with that, she was gone.

y/n couldn’t hold it in anymore. she started sobbing, tears wracking her body and making it hard to breathe. she wrapped her arms as tightly as she could around sokka, burying her head in the space between his shoulder and his neck, and he returned the hug. they were just two kids who had watched a girl they loved sacrifice herself. what else could they do but hold each other and hope to all the spirits that they would be okay?

y/n left with aang, katara, and sokka when they decided to set course for omashu. she couldn’t stay at the northern water tribe. all it served as was a constant reminder of that fateful night, the night that she had lost her best friend. she saw yue in everything, and she knew she would lose her mind if she stayed. so she asked if she could join them on their journey, and they agreed. y/n felt a constant pit of emptiness and hoped that helping the avatar would absolve some of the guilt.

it didn’t.

“this is your fault, y/n.”

the blue eyes that haunted y/n so often appeared once again, staring back at her unflinchingly. there was a certain hardness behind them, a coldness that pervaded her skin, making its way to her heart. but she couldn’t look away.

“you should’ve been able to save me.” yue’s voice, normally soft spoken and kind, reverberated throughout the endless void y/n was trapped in.

she looked beautiful, otherworldly. the fabric of her dress floated around her at the edges and her white hair, the ever present reminder of her connection to the moon, flowed down her back. yue appeared the same as she had when she sacrificed herself, and it was the way she would look forever. y/n’s heart ached for her friend, knowing that she would never live out the rest of her life, never get to be the ruler she was meant to be.

she tried to talk, but her voice wouldn’t work. her throat felt like it was closing up slowly, and her limbs might as well have been cast in concrete with how heavy they all felt. yue’s icy glare disappeared from view, but her voice was still all around her.

“you did this to me. you’re the reason i’m dead. you should’ve been able to save me.”

the words repeated thousands of times on top of each other, becoming louder and louder that it was all she could focus on. y/n was suffocating underneath it all, she couldn’t take it. she wanted to sob out how sorry she was, tell yue that her biggest regret was not being able to save her, reach out and bring her into her world again. spirits, she wanted her best friend back so badly.

“YOU SHOULD’VE BEEN ABLE TO SAVE ME.” the words echoed through her skull so loudly that she felt like it was going to crack from sheer force.

y/n eyes suddenly flew open and she lurched upwards, breathing heavily, a scream on the edge of her lips that she was barely able to bite back. she clamped her hands over her mouth until she could be sure it wouldn’t come loose, and it took even longer for her breathing to get back to normal.

it didn’t look like she had disturbed the sleep of the others, but she couldn’t stay here. she got out of her sleeping bag and rushed out of their camp, making sure she stayed light on her feet so that the others could continue to rest. momo perked up as she ran past him, and y/n shook her head and raised a finger to her lips. he seemed to get the hint and went back to sleep, and with a strained smile y/n continued out.

it was at that moment that a certain water tribe boy groggily sat up, able to catch the end of a tunic dress disappearing into the woods after he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. he thought it was katara at first but a quick glance to his side proved that his sister was still asleep. it was y/n’s spot that was empty. he immediately knew why she was gone, and he got up to follow her; there was no way he was going to leave her alone right now. sokka didn’t exactly want to be alone either.

‘you should’ve been able to save me.’ they were words that never left y/n’s mind; at this point it was a part of her conscience. the princess had never actually said the words, her last moments had been spent reassuring y/n and sokka before she faded away, but it didn’t matter. she was constantly wracked by guilt, and though sokka did a good job at hiding it, she knew he felt the same way. she wondered if he was plagued by the same nightmares she had. it was no surprise it happened tonight of all nights — today marked one month since yue died.

no. since yue had been killed.

she might’ve given her life for the moon spirit willingly, but y/n blamed zhao, that fire nation admiral, for her death. he was the one that killed the moon spirit, so he was the one that had killed her best friend. she had never felt as much rage as she had in the moment that he blasted tui with fire.

she hoped he was dead.

y/n got to the edge of the woods and stared at the night sky, the slight breeze and the ambiance around her doing little to ease her mind. she sighed and leaned back against a tree, staring at the sky in hopes it would give her some kind of answer. but all it did was make her feel even worse.

i know you’re somewhere out there somewhere far away

yue was there. the moon was there, but yue was the moon so she was there. it felt like a cruel joke, having her so close but so far away. always within her sight but never in her reach. she longed for the days when she was able to pull the princess away from her duties to engage in a snowball fight with her friends or when yue asked her to show off her waterbending with the childlike wonder she never got to show or when things were normal and her friend wasn’t the fucking moon.

i want you back, i want you back

y/n felt the familiar stings of tears behind her eyes and she slowly slid against the tree until she was sitting on the ground. she bit the inside of her cheek so hard she drew blood in an effort to stop the tears, but it didn’t matter, they fell anyways.

the empty feeling she constantly carried with her got better over time, but tonight it was just coming back with full force. she was reminded of everything that she had lost and it hurt. spirits, it hurt so much.

my neighbors think i’m crazy but they don’t understand you’re all i have, you’re all i have

she pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out her feelings, when she heard some branches snap. she opened her eyes and looked up, the corner of her lips quirking up when she saw who it was.

“hi.” her voice was faint, barely noticeable, but it was all she managed to muster.

“hi.” sokka’s eyes were sympathetic as walked over to her, silently questioning if she was okay with his presence. she nodded and scooted over to make room, and sokka slid down against the tree next to her.

they sat in comfortable silence for a while, feeling solace in the other simply being there. y/n’s eyes stayed glued to the sky, y/e/c irises reflecting the light of the stars. now that her sobbing was done, she just felt tired. traveling with the avatar was physically demanding with all the fighting and running they did, but this was mental.

she was tired of feeling worthless. tired of feeling guilty, of feeling angry, hurt, heartbroken, regretful, helpless, weak.

tui and la, she was so damn tired.

at night, when the stars light up my room i sit by myself talking to the moon trying to get to you

y/n tore her eyes away from the sky and looked at sokka. he felt the slight movement and made eye contact as well. y/n couldn’t help but think how similar his eyes were to yue’s.

“do you talk to her too?” the question came suddenly from y/n before she even knew it, and her voice was just as soft as before. “to the moon, i mean.”

sokka’s gaze turned wistful as he watched the moon and nodded. “all the time. even if i’m just talking to myself in my head, it feels like i’m talking to her as long as the moon is out. sometimes it helps. it makes me feel like she’s still here, or like she’s watching over me. other times..”

“it makes you feel worse,” y/n finished. he nodded again and she sighed heavily. “sometimes i hate it. just looking at the moon makes me want to scream or cry or yell until i can’t anymore, because i hate it for taking her away from me. and i know she had to do it, but the irrational part of me is angry at her for leaving. and then i feel guilty for caring about myself more than her when she’s the one that’s gone, and i just—”

her voice caught in her throat and the tears started to fall once more. it felt like she couldn’t even think about yue without crying and it made her feel even more weak than before.

in hopes you’re on the other side talking to me too

it hurt sokka’s heart to see her like this. yue’s death had affected both of them, spirits, it had left a hole in his heart that he was still trying to mend, but as time went on he had gotten better. but y/n had known yue for years, they had such a close bond that when sokka wanted to know advice on how to get yue to like him he came to her. and now her closest friend was gone and she had left her home and her family behind to help them on their journey.. he couldn’t imagine how she felt. but he wasn’t going to let her go through this alone.

sokka wrapped his arm around her and though she flinched at first, y/n immediately relaxed when she realized what he was doing. he was trying to comfort her by just being there, and she appreciated it immensely. y/n leaned her head against his shoulder and the two of them sat there in silence once again, watching the sky.

or am i a fool who sits alone talking to the moon

“you don’t have to feel guilty,” sokka murmured. “she doesn’t blame you for what happened and she doesn’t blame you for how you feel. i know that she’s watching over us right now.”

“you think?” he nodded and the smallest smile graced her lips. “she doesn’t blame you either. every time you hung out together she would come running back to me telling me how much fun she had and how she already felt so close to you, and how much you brightened up her days. she truly loved you, sokka.”

sokka laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “i loved her too. i didn’t think it was possible to fall for someone so quickly, but she proved me wrong.”

“she was good at that. proving people wrong.”

do you ever hear me calling?

more silence passed.

y/n opened her mouth and closed it again, trying to find the words.

“yue?” she started off timid, but her words gained more confidence as she went on. “i.. i don’t know if you can hear us. but if you can, i just want to let you know that i- that we miss you. not a day goes by where i don’t think of you, and i hope that you are watching down on us. because we love you. and we always will.”

“thank you for everything you’ve done.” sokka spoke up now. “i hope you’re at peace, yue, wherever you are.”

cause every night i’m talking to the moon still trying to get to you

y/n swore that the moon glowed a little brighter in the night sky when they finished.

she didn’t know how time passed so quickly, but her and sokka ended up falling asleep out there, his arm around her and her head on his shoulder.

and for the first time since the siege of the north, y/n slept without nightmares.

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whatacartouchebag · 3 years ago

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Hi! On the topic of Suppression, I was wondering if it would be okay to ask you what was left in the story? Like what were you planning to do for the ending and such? I hope this isn't rude to ask, I've just always wondered how you were planning to wrap things up.

lmao good guy tumblr for not showing me this ask until i look at it on desktop :|

Hey anon! I don't mind at all, so don't stress about that. I'll admit that a big part of not finishing the story was due to me kind of falling out of the fandom a fair bit, and kinda going through some hefty behind the scenes malarky with moving across the state and all.

As for what was actually going to happen: chapter nineteen was due to pretty much be the last one out, depending on how long it got, with an epilogue to follow.

Everyone was due to meet up on the weekend for a casual get-together, chat about the upcoming Grand Prix, etc. Just relax and such. There was going to be a surprisingly meaningful conversation between Jack and Aki. A mention from Aki herself having tossed up and down for a little while on actually getting her license, to help tie it into that one ep where she does. Bruno and Yusei being nerds over the momentum engine lmao. A little bit of a filler start as they all get ready to hang out.

It was a chapter hinging on a certain scene where Atem is just kind of lazing on the grass in the shade, letting his memories sift and drift, knowing he was planning on telling everyone the truth, pacing through his head, and then it just strikes him out of the blue.

The real answer was the Crimson Dragon all along.

When Yugi was first brought through time via the Crimson Dragon, it was quite literally in the Crimson Dragon. Time travel futzing and magical crossing of the streams happened, and the spirit of the Nameless Pharaoh found himself a little connected to the giant worm. Hell, when Yugi first summons Atem during that duel, it was with a swathe of red energy after said time travel futzing, in the exact palette of the Dragon, which is the very thing that got me thinking of how to write this story in the first place.

Atem has the startling realisation that everything in his life from that point, up until the Ceremonial Battle, is a little muddied, kind of like how all memories fade. Except everything within that time span was like trying to remember something from when he was a toddler. There might've been flashes of faces or sounds, but he soon realises that even with a bit of historical prodding help from the others (prompting about certain duels afterwards, etc), trying to pick out specific events is almost... impossible for him.

It seems almost crazy to him that he's lived all those years alongside Yugi and Co, to only not remember it. Almost like something's interfering with the signal on the tv - the episode's still playing, and you can kinda catch snatches of conversation through the static and sort of work out the plot, but it's still all fuzzy and blurry.

It was a bit of a head scratcher, especially with Regulus and Ancient Fairy Dragon having told him essentially "No, you're right where you're supposed to be. We can't feel any sort of temporal displacement or time travel shenanigans around you whatsoever."

But hey, back to that meddling worm issue. So, since his soul was now tied to the Dragon, and his soul was technically freed after the Ceremonial Battle, instead of resting eternally, it continued on until it found that specific connection in time where the Dragon felt strongest to it. Which happened to be right when Yusei was dumped back into the future at the end of BBT.

Thus, the fic started, we get to see the dweeb stumble into traffic and the rest is kind of history.

What does that mean for the rest of everyone back in his time? Well, quite frankly, time happened, and since you can kinda do some fuzzy math and work out Neo Domino is at least two hundred years ahead of Domino City, there wasn't any real way to properly get back there. The Crimson Dragon only pops out in times of real need (which, even in canon, that's like four times total, including BBT), so there wasn't really any way for Atem to blip back into his own time.

He knows this, through hearing stories and talking with the others, and he'd already come to that stark realisation when he spoke with Regulus and Ancient Fairy Dragon, and subsequently found the area of what used to be the Kame Game Shop. It was just a matter of overcoming his grief enough to piece it altogether in his head and explain it to the others.

So, long story short, the final chapter or so was simply Atem revealing the truth of what had brought him to their time, and what he was planning on doing. He couldn't go back. That path was most certainly forever blocked to him. So he settled on simply adapting, as he was always good at. Duel Monsters hadn't changed all that much over the years, and he was more than skilled in that department, so in a world still ruled by it, it made sense for him to join the others and be a part of their team (and it was one more person to help pay rent to Zora lmao).

The epilogue was always intended to be a little bit of a flash forward. Of Aki and Atem learning their way around riding duels together, and perhaps even ending at the start of one. Or a dry and humorous line from Rua in regards to knowing about Yusei and Atem because duh, you two ain't subtle. Either way, it was meant to show that Atem had managed to find peace with everything that had happened to keep him in their time, and was simply doing what he did best by way of moving forward and carrying on with living.

He suddenly had his own life to live, all over again, without being bound to another, and he was absolutely going to grasp it with both hands.

Uhh, so this got kind of long, and I hope it does answer your question in part, Anon! If you have any more questions about it, I'd be more than happy to answer! Sorry again for how long it took to get to it but huzzah for tumblr mobile shenanigans ig kshjdhjk

On that note, I probably should update the rest of Suppression on AO3, and probably throw in the next chapter, even if it is incomplete. At least that way y'all can see how a bunch of this is worded lmao.

#Cart writes #Suppression #Synchroshipping #Atem #Yusei Fudo #anonymous

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enchanted-encanto · 3 years ago

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La Canción de mi Corazón / The Song of My Heart—Chapter 4: A Night to Remember

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Fandom: Encanto (2021)

Overall Fic Rating: Explicit (for future smut)

Relationships: Bruno Madrigal/Natalia Moreno (Original Female Character)

Characters: Bruno Madrigal Natalia Moreno, Original Characters, Félix Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal, Antonio Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, Isabela Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, "Abuela" Alma Madrigal

Chapter Summary: Natalia's evening at Félix's birthday party takes an unexpected twist.

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It was the night of Félix's party, and with all of the preparations going on around them, no one in the casita was surprised that there was a thunderstorm raging outside.

"Mi vida, everything is going to be great." Félix said to his wife, who was panicking over being unable to find a specific set of plates.

Pepa ignored her husband's attempts to calm her, instead running around the house continuing her search. Félix quickly followed suit.

"At least the party's inside." Camilo said with a shrug of his shoulders, helping light the fireplace in the corner of the house.

Up in Bruno's room, he threw his fourth change of clothes onto his bed.

10 years away from society certainly puts a dent in your fashion sense, he thought.

He changed into a dark green, long sleeve button down shirt and a pair of black pants. He tucked his shirt into his pants, threw on a belt and rolled the sleeves of the shirt up to his elbows.

He looked over his physique. He was on the thin side as he'd always been, but at this moment he was particularly grateful for the pushups he forced himself to do every day when he was living in the walls and the runs he'd take around the lake late at night, leaving him with muscle definition all over his body. He fluffed his hair a bit with his finger tips and smoothed out the front of his shirt, sighing nervously.

"It'll have to do."

He'd never given too much thought to his appearance at all the prior fiestas that his family had through at the casita, but this one was different. Even though it ended well, he'd been a nervous wreck the last time he saw Natalia and he was hoping to pull himself together a bit more this time around. He knew she'd likely be dressed up to perform, and while he thought she was a knockout with a face covered in makeup or covered in flour, he found himself starting to sweat just thinking about the way her red lipstick shined on her full, heart shaped lips. When he glanced back up at his reflection, he saw that his eyes were a vibrant neon green.

He smacked himself on the sides of his face a few times.

Snap out of it Bruno! He yelled in his head.

He took a deep breath and headed downstairs to help his family prepare for the party.

"Looking good, Bruno!" Agustin said from across the kitchen, helping Julieta prep ingredients for a fruit salad.

Julieta turned around. "Oh, look at my baby brother! Qué guapo!"

Bruno looked down at the floor with a sheepish grin. "Baby brother by what, two minutes?"

"Exactly!" Julieta said, chuckling.

"Making sure to look extra pretty for the cantante tonight, Brunito?" Félix interjected, walking in from another room with Pepa alongside him, who was now visibly calmed down.

Bruno face turned a deep shade of red very quickly.

"Oh you know, just trying to be extra pretty for you Félix." Bruno teased.

Félix let out a loud, booming laugh. Bruno's sisters looked at each other with knowing smiles, but dropped the subject for now.

"What can I help with?" Bruno asked.

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Across town, Natalia was packing up her stage kit.

Looks like Pepa's doing better, she joked to herself, seeing that the skies were clearing up at last.

She took a final look at herself in the mirror. Tonight she was wearing an orange dress that sat tight on her chest and waist but flowed out at her hips, a darker orange belt separating the top portion of the dress from the fluffy skirt that went all the way to just above the ground. She always felt extra confident in this dress, and loved the way it looked with her favorite pair of gold hoop earrings. It reminded her of the Encanto's sunshine, and the pretty warm toned dresses Pepa and Dolores always wore. She wiped off a tiny smudge of extra lipstick on the side of her mouth. She had debated wearing lipstick at all just in case that...

Enough of that, she thought. You're attending a party and singing for friends, nothing else. Get kissing Bruno Madrigal out of your head. Even if it would be absolutely magical, his lips and his smile are so...

"Oh my god Natalia, stop." She said out loud.

She started her walk over to the casita, opting not to take her bike due to her dress.

She was greeted by Antonio and Camilo at the door to the house who were welcoming all the guests in a line.

"Hola Nati!!" Antonio cried out, reaching his arms up to hug her.

"Hello Antoñito, you king of the jungle you!" Natalia exclaimed, scooping the little boy up in a tight hug.

"And what about his older sibling? No abrazos for poor Camilo?" Camilo teased, feigning a pout.

"Hola, pequeñito." Natalia teased back, wrapping Camilo in a hug.

Camilo held Natalia just a second before he let go, causing her to laugh.

"Just taking in the moment, mi amor." He said, releasing her from the embrace. "In all seriousness, you look beautiful tonight Nat."

"Thank you, Camilo." Natalia said with a smile.

"We're so excited to hear you sing tonight Nati!!" Antonio said excitedly.

"And I'm so excited to sing for you, mi querido!" Natalia replied, putting her hand under Antonio's chin.

"I swear you've grown a foot since I last saw you what, last week?" She joked.

Antonio looked up at her with pride, standing up straighter.

"Our dad is right inside, he'll get you all set up with your equipment." Camilo said, motioning to the inside of the house.

"Thank you both!" Natalia said as she headed through the door.

The casita was lit up with life and excitement, already filled to the brim with guests, food, and music. She quickly scanned the room but to her disappointment, she didn't see Bruno anywhere. She greeted several familiar faces on her way through the crowd, eventually landing on the left side of the main room where a small stage was set up and a band was playing. Félix was just beside the stage, greeting a guest as they walked past him.

"Feliz cumpleaños Félix!" Natalia yelled to him, attempting to be heard over the music.

"Gracias, Nati! So glad you're here!" Félix replied. They gave each other a one-armed hug and then Natalia set her stage kit down beside her.

"Oh perfect, the band will get that all set up for you at their next break." Félix said. "Thank you so much for singing for us tonight!"

"It's my pleasure, always so happy to spend time with you guys at your incredible casa."

Félix smiled. "Your tía wasn't able to make it tonight?"

Natalia shook her head.

"Tía sends her love, but at 94 she told me her party limits are unfortunately very low these days."

"Of course, I understand. Please send her our best."

"I will."

Someone across the room called Félix's name and caught his attention.

"Perdón Nati, I'll come and find you when it's time for you to go on stage, okay?" Félix said as he began to walk away.

Natalia smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. She suddenly felt her stomach rumbling and realized she'd been so nervous getting ready all day that she'd forgotten to eat or drink anything.

She walked over to the part of the room where seemingly endless plates of food were laid out across beautiful vibrant tablecloths on long wooden tables.

The area was crowded, people filling in every gap in the space. As she approached one of the tables, she turned and bumped directly into someone that was passing by her, causing them to drop what they were holding.

"Oh my, lo siento I'm so–!" She kneeled down to help pick up whatever she'd inadvertently caused the person to drop, and when she looked up from her kneeling position she found she was only inches away from Bruno Madrigal's face.

"Natalia!" Bruno yelled.

"Bruno! Oh goodness, I'm so sorry!"

"No no, I'm the one that's sorry, I–"

All day he had practiced his first words to her at the party, the suave re-introduction he'd make, and as it seemed to continually happen with their interactions, it did not go at all like he planned. For a prophet, he never seemed to see anything with Natalia coming.

Bruno and Natalia stood up and looked at one another, neither speaking for a moment.

Bruno was awestruck as he took in her appearance. The way her dress flowed around her body, the soft curls in her hair, the red lipstick that seemed to call his name, her emerald eyes piercing his own.

Neither of them knew whether they should hug, or shake hands, or anything? They both settled into their nerves and chose a hello instead.

"Hi." Natalia said, so happy to see him that he couldn't help but smile. Her heart was going wild watching the muscles in his forearms flex as he gathered the dropped silverware off the ground, the little bit of chest hair peeking out below his collar.

"Hi." Bruno smiled back, his heart racing.

"You look incredible." He said breathlessly.

"Thank you." She giggled. "So do you."

Bruno felt like static electricity had shot through his skin at her compliment, so relieved and excited by her words.

"Can I–can I help you clean those up?" She asked.

"Oh no, it's no trouble at all. Hang on one second."

Bruno ran into the kitchen and set the dirty silverware in the sink, coming back quickly with new ones. He set the new silverware on the table beside them.

"All set." He said with a reassuring smile.

"The um, the food looks amazing. I was just grabbing something before my set." Natalia said, attempting to break the tense atmosphere a bit.

"All of it was made by Julieta, so everyone here should feel their best throughout the night." Bruno said a bit awkwardly.

"Bruno, necesito tu ayuda aquí por favor!" Alma called out from another room.

"Oh, the boss is calling. When–um–when are you singing?" Bruno asked.

"Félix said he'll let me know." Natalia replied.

"Great, I'll be sure not to miss it."

"Okay, great." She said, upset at herself for her lack of more eloquent speech.

As soon as Bruno walked away, she grabbed an arepa from the table beside her and took a big bite out of it. Stress eating felt like a great solution to her overstimulated nervous system at that moment.

A lingering headache that she'd had all afternoon quickly vanished as soon as she swallowed her first bite.

Got to remember to thank Julieta for that later, she thought.

Some time had passed and Natalia had mingled with the rest of the Madrigals and several friends and neighbors from around the town.

Félix found her sitting on a stool, sipping on a drink.

"Estás lista?" He asked her, putting his hand out to her to help her up from her chair.

"Sí!" She replied excitedly.

Natalia was typically never nervous to sing, as she truly enjoyed performing for the residents of the Encanto. She was excited, but knowing Bruno was around somewhere, she felt her nerves crawling all over her like bugs on her skin.

Félix took the microphone and addressed the crowd.

"Thank you so much everyone for being here tonight. With the help of my beautiful wife Pepa and my incredible familia, this has truly been an amazing night to remember. Most of you know our lovely friend Natalia Moreno from her family's incredible bakery and her many amazing performances singing around the Encanto. We are thrilled to have her singing for us tonight. Please welcome Natalia to the stage!"

The crowd clapped and cheered as Natalia took the stage.

From the back of the room, Bruno stood and watched her as she glided into the spotlight with ease. His heart pounded so loudly he hoped everyone around him couldn't hear it over the music.

"Buenas noches, friends! I am so happy to be here celebrating our beloved Félix!" Natalia said joyfully.

Natalia lifted her drink up from the stool next to her.

"A toast to you, my friend. Feliz cumpleaños! To Félix!"

"To Félix!" The crowd replied, everyone toasting and taking sips of their drinks.

Natalia took a deep breath and looked towards the band members, nodding her head with a smile.

The music started and Natalia sang the first notes of her song. Her nerves began to melt away as she sang, losing herself in her love of the music.

Bruno was thoroughly and completely transfixed while watching her. He leaned up against the back wall and crossed his arms in front of him for stability, feeling weak all over.

The longer he watched her sing, the more he wanted to get closer to the stage. He parted through the crowd, finally stopping in the middle of the room.

Natalia scanned the crowd and saw Bruno coming closer to the stage. Their eyes met, and–shocked with her own display of courage–she winked at him in perfect time with the beat of the song.

He felt like she had set a bomb off in his chest, gritting his teeth from how desperately lovesick and admittedly, turned on, he was. He was overwhelmed by her voice, her beauty, the movement of her body, the commanding presence in front of him that by some miracle, seemed to want to single him of all people out with a wink.

The stage made her feel confident, excited, and even a bit brave. She wanted nothing more than to capture Bruno's attention, and she'd succeeded. She swayed her hips back and forth a little more than usual, keeping things tasteful but watching Bruno become more undone by the moment. Her heart was racing from the joy of the performance mixed with the excitement the sparks between her and Bruno were bringing. She felt electric, and so did he.

She finished her short set of songs to uproarious applause from the party's guests, and she took a grateful bow.

"Muchas gracias a todos, enjoy the rest of the party!"

She approached each of the band members to thank them before turning to greet and chat with members of the party who came by to compliment her on her performance.

Bruno felt a wild fire in his chest, a desperate need to do something to show her how she was making him feel. He was restless, aching to touch her, to somehow ease the agony of the longing he felt inside.

The band started to play a song that seemed to match his restless energy, an energetic and rapid cumbia rhythm. Several of the partygoers began to dance to the lively song. Bruno was moved by the way the beat felt swimming through his senses.

It's now or never, Bruno, he thought.

He took two shots rapid fire of the strongest liquor they offered at the party and, seeing Natalia finishing up her conversation with a small group, approached her.

"Perdóneme, señorita." He said, unusually suavely for him.

Natalia was surprised and excited by Bruno's tone.

"You were absolutely breathtaking up there tonight. And I don't mean just your songs."

Natalia blinked rapidly, realizing she still had said nothing. She was too dumbstruck by his unexpectedly flirtatious and confident tone to speak, but she was completely hypnotized by it.

"May I have this dance?" Bruno asked, reaching his hand out to her.

Natalia nodded her head up and down rapidly, and Bruno pulled her emphatically but with great care over to the dance floor.

He wrapped one hand around her waist and placed his other hand in hers. Her hand that he wasn't holding she placed on his shoulder. Both of them instantly marveled at the sudden access to each other's bodies. Bruno expertly led a vibrant and sensual dance, and to his surprise and joy, she followed along with absolutely no issue. She had learned how to dance very well throughout her life, having always had a passion for music, but she had no idea Bruno knew how to dance this well.

Incidentally, neither did any of Bruno's nieces or nephews.

"What the–is that tío Bruno?!" Isabela cried out from across the room as she watched her uncle dance, her jaw hanging open.

"Si, mijita." Julieta responded.

"Excuse me, since when can he dance?!" Isabela asked, dumbfounded.

"Your tío was quite the dancer when we were growing up." Julieta said. "I was never much for dancing, but him and Pepa loved to dance all around the casita when we were little."

"Not much for dancing huh? Well we can fix that!" Agustín said, pulling his wife over to the dance floor.

Julieta burst out in joyful laughter but didn't resist. "Agustín, you know you have two left feet!"

"Nothing a little practice can't fix, mi amor!"

Luisa was standing beside her sister, her mouth also agape. "I don't know whether to be amazed or horrified."

"Both. Heard him practicing his dance moves through the wall all the time over the years." Dolores added, startling both of her cousins by her sudden appearance next to them. She was doing tiny dance moves to the music, and her ears were stuffed with beeswax earplugs that helped her enjoy the loud party environment without hurting her ears.

Camilo, previously having shapeshifted into an older party goer to try and sneak a glass of wine, returned to his normal self and appeared at Isabela's side.

"Huh, I certainly never thought I'd be fighting tío Bruno for Natalia's love, that's for sure." Camilo said, a bit dejected.

"If this is a fight, it's one you are actively losing kid." Luisa said flatly.

Isabela scoffed, putting her face in her hands. "My parents are flirting and my tío is actively seducing our friend on the dance floor. I need a lot more alcohol."

"Right behind you." Luisa agreed.

Despite the many impressed glances from the partygoers, all Natalia and Bruno could focus on was each other.

Bruno skillfully and expertly twirled Natalia around him, keeping his grip on her hand and waist firm and supportive. She followed every one of his moves perfectly, moving her body in perfect rhythm with his. It was as if they'd practiced this exact dance together, they were entirely in sync and having the time of their lives. She was stunned and entranced, unable to look at anything but him. He was mesmerized by her, heat pooling throughout his entire body.

Bruno felt confident as he danced, this was one thing he was always very sure of himself about. As the song's last notes played, he dipped Natalia down almost to the floor. They looked into each other's eyes completely spellbound, their faces only an inch or two apart. Her gaze lingered on his lips before slowly moving down to take in the rest of his body.

When he pulled her back up, they finished the dance holding each other closely as the party goers around them broke out into applause for the band.

A sudden loud voice broke the spell lingering between the two of them.

"Now that's the Bruno I remember! Killer moves, hermano!" Félix cried out, still holding Pepa in the position they had been dancing in just moments ago.

"So happy to see you dancing again, Brunito!" Pepa chimed in.

Bruno and Natalia realized that they were still holding each other and quickly separated, laughing nervously. Bruno thanked Félix and Pepa and then looked over at his dance partner.

"Wow, that was–I–" Natalia stuttered, out of breath and unable to find any of the right words.

She took a deep breath and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before looking into Bruno's eyes again.

"Thank you for the absolutely incredible dance." She said softly, a slightly embarrassed smile on her face.

Bruno's hands were trembling, still processing the last few minutes of his life. Fortunately his ability to speak quickly returned to him.

"The pleasure was all mine." He said softly and sweetly.

Bruno collapsed into a chair behind him after Natalia walked away, both of their minds racing a million miles per hour.

Natalia had so many more questions than answers about the mysterious Bruno Madrigal, she was fascinated to learn more about who he really was. Bruno found himself renewed and energized by the prospects of this new chapter of his life, of returning to a life with his family, his passions, and maybe even love?

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Natalia said her goodbyes to all of the Madrigals but one as the night was ending. She found Bruno standing up against the wall in the back of the room where he had been watching her sing earlier.

"I wanted to make sure I didn't leave without saying good night." She said sweetly, her nerves having returned significantly now that they'd been apart for a while.

"Let me walk you out." Bruno said, and she nodded appreciatively.

They walked outside of the casita and the cold night air hit their skin.

"Will you be okay walking home?" Bruno asked.

"Yes, thank you. It's a quick walk."

She looked into his eyes and their desperate expressions matched. Neither of them wanted to part.

"I meant to tell you," Bruno said. "My oh so loving family stole all of those fantastic azúcar de lima bars you so graciously gave me the other day."

Natalia laughed. "Well that simply won't do. I insist you come back to the bakery to pick up some replacements soon."

"Well, if you insist." Bruno replied, smiling brightly.

Bruno took Natalia's hand in his and kissed the top of it gently.

"Good night, Natalia."

"Goodnight, Bruno."

He watched her grow further and further out of sight as she walked home and at that moment, he felt like she'd taken his heart with her.

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End Notes:

Spanish translations for Chapter 4:

-Mi vida: my life -Fiestas: parties -Qué guapo: how handsome -Cantante: singer -Hola: hello -Abrazos: hugs/embraces -Pequeñito: little one -Mi querido: my dear -Feliz cumpleaños: happy birthday -Casita/casa: house -Gracias: thank you -Tía/tío: aunt/uncle -Perdón/perdóneme: excuse me/pardon me/forgive me -Lo siento: I'm sorry -Necesito tu ayuda aquí por favor: I need your help over here please -Arepa: cornmeal cakes that originated in a region that now makes up Colombia, Venezuela, and Panama -Estás lista: are you ready -Sí: yes -Familia: family -Buenas noches: good evening/good night -Muchas gracias a todos: thank you all very much -Señorita: miss/Ms. -Mijita: affectionate term for "my daughter" -Mi amor: my love -Hermano: brother -Azúcar de lima: sugar of the lime

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sixteensaltines · 3 years ago

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Ettore Spalletti: Ombre d’azur, transparence

“I go to the studio every day. Each time it is different. The colors of my works are always there as if they were new, to welcome me. I live in the studio as in my home. I walk around slowly, I move a piece, I close a curtain, I remove some ash from a smoked cigarette, looking for hospitality […]. I go to the studio in the afternoon and sit in an armchair. You realize you have found painting when you get free from everything. I like that people, when they come to see me in my studio, don’t feel the need to say anything. They remain silent next to me.”—Ettore Spalletti

Since its very first beginning in the 1970s, the art of Ettore Spalletti (1940–2019) focused around an in-depth study of color and its interaction with space. His paintings and sculptures, mainly three-dimensional monochrome works which reference the pink and blue landscapes of Abruzzo—the Italian region on the Adriatic where the artist has always lived and worked—were the outcome of a highly original, slow, and extremely methodical technique, often been referred to as meditative. Over a period lasting weeks, he applied dozens of layers of color onto wooden structures, with each layer being left to dry and then abraded to bring out the pigments in all their hues and brightness. The result of this meticulous process is a sort of skin that protects the work, while also creating a connection with the visitor, diffusing shades of color and light which vibrate in the surrounding space. Published on the occasion of Ettore Spalletti’s last solo exhibition, held at the Nouveau Musée National de Monaco in 2019, Ombre d’azur, transparence collects a series of critical essays and a visual apparatus that lead the reader through the artist’s career. The book presents five reprints of historical texts alongside three new and unpublished ones: a conversation between the artist and Hans Ulrich Obrist, an essay by art historian Valérie Da Costa, and a text by the curator of Ettore Spalletti’s last solo show, Cristiano Raimondi.

Texts by Bruno Corà, Valérie Da Costa, Daniela Lancioni, Hans Ulrich Obrist, Cristiano Raimondi, Daniel Soutif, Tommaso Trini, Vincenzo Trione

via https://www.moussemagazine.it/shop/ettore-spalletti-ombre-dazur-transparence/

#ettorespalletti #art #book #spalletti

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cherwd-pen · 4 years ago

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the little things

✐ stamp: 689 words

▸ prompt: this post that im in love with

▸ pairing: bruabba (bruno x leone)

▸ warnings: everybody lives au, fluff

▸ a/n: @abbabycchio runnin here and come get yo juice 🏃🏾‍♀️💨 (this is lowkey bad but I was so exited i couldn't word it all right!!)

ocean eyes captured the oldest mafioso’s attention throughout the week. as the don’s underboss - a title leone hated as a man of following and not leading - he was pulling into numerous meetings. rarely did he have time to relax, if having tea with risotto wensday and being sent to relay a ‘message’ with guido on friday in florence counted. yet, it was a new day, the weekend at that, and for all his power in the work, giorno was still a child who couldn’t disobey the concerned iron words of a retired bruno worrying about his son.

not even two weeks after becoming don, giorno encouraged bruno into retirement close by the sea and it was known by everyone leone lived there as well. yet for the past month it seemed like the mansion was his home instead of the little house by the water.

"don't run, narancia!"

"come on, fugo, there selling gelato half off over there!"

leone groaned, body all but sweating in his black clothes. the umbrella in his hand was moved closer to block the sun - not that it could be any closer, any more and he'd surely disappear from view in the crowd.

it was hot and muggy having just drained all morning but that never stopped the market and that meant it wouldn't stop the new local fisherman and his gang of kids. almost motherly, the ravennet at his side watched as narancia ran alongside guido to the gelato stand all while pannacotta yelled at them to stop running. if it wasn't for the gentle touch of giorno at his side, leone was sure he'd blow a fuse even after all this time.

things were different, he supposed. narancia and guido were oddly more mature now but still had their boyish charms that still left him weak to their pleas when it came to staying at the mansion on movie nights. giorno practically ripped the drug business out of italy with pannacotta at his side playing that grand piano in the sunroom with papers all over showing his place as advisor. even the streets were different.

he glanced down an alleyway and was met with a clean path. no suspicious bodies lingering around or shady exchanges. just a normal alleyway. it made leone sick with joy. yes, he felt sick because he did it. he helped him - that brat, giorno, - clean up italy and make it somewhere people could live a life. where bruno could live a life with him. maybe he could get that, if he ever told him.

pressure pulled the silver haired man back to reality. leone blinked a couple times; the crowd was thickening. he searched for one of the others, catching them all at the entrance of a tiny family-owned restaurant. he squeezed what was in his hand firmly before mindlessly, yet hunger after tow hours of shopping, making way through the crowd. stepping out the way of any older people and brushing past those younger than him, leone was quick to arrive to the entrance. he gave another long squeeze. it was returned and he felt his body untense.

"are we going in or standing around?" he grunted.

instead of heading inside, the four shared familiar smiles. he knew those grins, especially the one of giorno's face.

"got something to say!"

delicate fingers pushed up rose-tinted shades onto giorno's head. the buttoned up blouse blew in the breeze caused by the people moving about behind them. his boss smirked, "no, i'm sorry. i was just thinking, do you want a table? so you two can continue holding hands?"

if leone's cheeks weren't flushed from the heat then they were surely red as pannacotta's earrings. the same ones that shook as he failed to stifle his laughter.

leone gritted his teeth and looked to his left. there he was, looking right back at him with equally coloured cheeks and even a rosy nose. but leone didn't miss the ever-so beautiful smile that graced bruno's face. oh well, maybe a table would be nice.

"get the damn table or i'm leaving you by yourself."

#sugar🌸#bruabba #character ships

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moscnios · 4 years ago

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SEE YOU AGAIN ━ﾞ

⁺◟ CHARACTERS . . . guido mista fem!reader

⁺◟ GENRE . . . angst oneshot

⁺◟ SYNOPSIS . . . life is unfair and mista learns that the hard way after the love of his life is killed before his very eyes.

⁺◟ CONTENT WARNINGS . . . graphic descriptions of death ‘ blood

⁺◟ WORD COUNT . . . 2.1k.

⁺◟ COMMENTARY . . . i used his epilogue outfit because the purple and blue is SUPERIOR !!! and deserved more screentime. also i don’t know what it is about these types of oneshots like i literally have to hold myself back from breaking my own heart.

The sky was various shades of pink, purples, blues, and oranges. They all meshed well together, behind the setting sun and pure white clouds.

The tides from the beach came further than they had all day, the small children running from the water while screaming and cheering. Other children crying and throwing tantrums as since the sun was setting the beach was going to close soon. The smell of the sea had filled the nose of a lone tan-skinned man, setting close by the beach.

The man sat the closest table to the beach, looking out into the sea. Unlike he usually did, the man let his short black hair feel the breeze from the sea. His hat, which was different than the one he wore just a year ago, sat on the table just to the side of him.

His hat had a diagonal grid pattern to it with the front shaped like a purple downward arrow. He wore a turtle crop top sweater, similar to his hat both in color and design. On his legs, he wore tiger-striped leather pants where a short-barreled purple revolver sat in his side pocket. On his feet were dark boots that he bought recently.

Sitting in front of him sat two slices of strawberry cake. One slice sat in front of him while the other slice sat across from him on the other side of the table as if he was waiting for someone. In reality, he wasn’t waiting for anyone.

He had done it ever since last year. He would come to this very seaside restaurant, sit in this very table, and watch the slice across from him while he ate the one in front of him in silence. The staff at the restaurant at first worried for him, but now they had become accustomed to the man’s behavior.

A certain waitress even took it upon herself to plate the slices in two plates, a place a rose and candle in the middle of the table in hopes of making the man feel better, but it never worked.

A lone tear fell from his eye, down his cheek, as his head slowly fell below his head.

From inside his head, he could hear a woman’s voice.

“Giorno, protect Mista!”

Those three words had haunted him since the minute they left the mouth of the woman who had said them.

The love of his life.

( y/n ).

The woman who opened his eyes. Though their first meeting was not ideal, she had changed his life.

She had witnessed Mista kill three men in order to save a woman. When the first gunshot sounded, she immediately ran and hide behind a dumpster. She peered over the side of it, watching Mista shoot the three men with perfect accuracy. Her eyes fell onto the woman who was shaking and in bad condition and how she thanked Mista, meaning he helped her, he wasn’t the one hurting her.

But she also had witnessed him being captured by police. She was one of the few people who had believed in him and wanted him to be proven innocent.

Without a second thought, she had run to a familiar man, the same man who helped her off the street and gave her a home, Bruno Bucciarati and she informed him on the incident, pretty much begging him to help use Passione’s influence to help change Mista’s verdict and help him out of his sentence.

Her pleas did not fall upon deaf ears, Bucciarati had done just as she wished, swaying the verdict and giving Mista on a Stand fit for gunman like himself.

Sex Pistols.

Bucciarati had officially introduced the two one another and had informed Mista if it wasn’t for her, he wouldn’t have known about his incident and wouldn’t have been able to sway the verdict in his favor.

( y/n ), the first of Bucciarati’s recruits. She was one of his neighbors and had often gone fishing alongside him and his father when they were younger. His home was like a second home for her, because she hated being home.

After Bucciarati’s father had passed away, he joined Passione and she had followed him in suit, much to his dismay. She proved herself to be an amazing addition with a Stand with an innocent-looking appearance, but it was anything but that. She was the first to officially join his team, helping him recruit the others.

She is known to be very open and accepting, and Bucciarati’s right hand.

She was.

( y/n ) had passed away a year ago, alongside her teammates, Bucciarati, Abbacchio, and Narancia. Her death had devastated the team, rather what was left of the team, Mista included.

She was the person who Mista had bought the extra slice of cake for.

It was known to the entire team how the two felt for one another. It was obvious. No matter how hard they tried to hide it. The lingering glances, the blushing, the “subtle” flirting, the hand holding and small touches that Narancia would catch, their protectiveness of one another, the way she would play in his hair, their dates to the very restaurant he sat in a year later that they tried to disguise as patrol for Stand users. It was even obvious to Giorno, the newcomer.

Even if it was obvious, neither of them were bold enough to process their relationship publicly.

She was the light of his life and she was taken away from him just as fast as the speed of light.

She sacrificed herself as a decoy against Cioccolata, only thinking of the man she had loved with all of her heart and not about herself.

Weakened, as blood had poured out of the sides of his head, he could not run after her. And that’s when she said her last words.

“I love you, Guido Mista.”

He reached out for her. His eyes were wide as he stared at the sight in front of him. It was as if time had slowed itself, as the scene before him happened slow motion. He watched as the disembodied arm, cut deep into the neck of ( y/n ), slicing through.

Tears had formed in his eyes as he watched her stop struggling, her body just...standing for a brief moment to everyone else, but to him, it felt like an eternity. Her head fell off her shoulders, falling onto the ground, rolling toward him slightly.

Her hands trembled at the sight, his dark eyes looking into the now lifeless dull ( e/c ) ones of his partner. Her mouth was agape, allowing the blood left in her head to drain out. The rest of her body finally fell, blood gushing out of her now open neck.

The first yell for her had been from Number Five, tears flowing down the cheeks of the small entity as it cried out for her as if she could hear.

Mista opened his mouth to scream, to shout, to speak, to whisper, but nothing came out. Streams of tears decorated his cheeks as he crawled to ( y/n ), desperately in hopes that despite how bad the situation looked, she would be okay, she would wake up, this was just some sort of dream.

She wasn’t really gone. There was no way. She was too strong to go out like...this.

After Cioccolata was taken care of, Giorno rushed to heal Mista. The tanned man refused. He wanted to die. He couldn’t live in a world without her.

He didn’t want to live in a world without her.

He held her head close to him, finally finding his voice. He cried for her until he couldn’t cry anymore. He screamed for her till his voice went hoarse. Even then, he whispered until he couldn’t anymore until the words no longer came out and it was just tears. Even if all he wanted was for there to be a way for Giorno to bring her back, he knew that wasn’t possibly. If it was, the blonde would have already done it instead of just standing there and letting him mourn.

As he held her in his hands for one last time, the many memories ran through his head. Her smile, her laugh, just everything about her. One memory in particular that appeared over and over was one where she laid next to him on the beach in the sand, looking at the sunset as she confided in him her past and her hopes for the future.

“I don’t want this life anymore. I want out of Passione. I...I want a better life for myself. I want a job that I don’t have to hide anyone. I want one that I can proudly show off and say that I have. Something cool! Like a doctor or a nurse! Maybe even a firefighter or an engineer! Of course, I’ll have to go to university but I’ve been saving up so I think I have enough to go now. I’m just scared to tell Bucciarati, I just want him to be proud of me...but you’ll support me, right?”

“Of course I will. I’ll follow you every step of the day,” He told her.

But her dreams never came true. She never got to go off to university. She never got to hold her degree, not even step foot inside a university classroom. Her life was just truly beginning, but it was taken away from her in a split second.

When it was all over, ( y/n ) was buried next to Bucciarati on the hilltop of a cemetery, separated from the other deceased.

Mista could not attend her funeral. He couldn’t bring himself to watch them put the love of his life in the ground and cover her with dirt. He couldn’t do it without wanting to jump in after her.

On the day of her funeral, he spent at the seaside restaurant that she adored and where they had many dates away from the team. She had only chosen this place because they served the best strawberry cake and she knew that he loved the strawberry cake.

He listened to the waves crash onto the shore, daydreaming about what could have been. Daydreaming of what it would have been like to have been Diavolo and still have her sitting in front of him with that bright smile of hers. But that was never going to happen.

The first few months of her death, he blamed himself for her death. If he was stronger, there would have been no need for her to protect him and use herself as a decoy. The image of her last moments haunted him to this day. Having to see her decapitated was not an easy sight. Watching her face drop, watching her eyes come lifeless and lose their color.

With the help of Giorno, Mista slowly began to recover and returned to himself, a bit more mature than how he was before. Witnesses the deaths of his friends and his lover had contributed to him maturing.

Mista let out a small sigh, losing his appetite. He pulled out the revolver in his pocket, emptying the barrel, six small entities coming out, and jumping onto the slice of strawberry cake, eating away. All except for one, Number Five.

Number Five, known as the crybaby of the bunch, had simply floated in the air next to Mista, watching its user with sad eyes. The sea breeze blew past, sending shivers down the Stand’s small body. As it shivered, a translucent appeared out of the corner of its eye.

Now sitting across the table was a translucent figure of a familiar woman with a bruised neck, looking at the man across the table with eyes full of admiration and love. A gasp left the entity’s mouth.

Mista picked his head up, looking to Number Five, “What’s wrong?”

Number Five pointed across the table, “Y-You don’t see that?”

Mista followed the entity’s pointed figure, finding nothing at the end, “See what? There’s nothing there. You should probably eat, you’re imagining things. ( y/n ) always did say you had quite the imagination compared to the others.”

The translucent figure giggled.

“M-M-Mista―!”

“I wonder if she’s here right now watching me eat at her favorite place. If I had a second chance I’d yell it to the world how much I love her. I just wish she didn’t leave.”

Her hand caressed his cheek slightly, her touch nonexistent. While it hurt she could no longer touch him and have him feel her, she was happy to just be in his presence.

“I never left, Mista. One day...one day I’ll see you again. Hang on until then, okay?”

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#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #guido mista #mista #mista x reader #mista x y/n #mista x oc #mista oneshots #mista scenarios #mista imagines #jjba oneshots #jjba scenarios #jjba imagines #jjba x reader #tw ― death #tw ― blood #night rather than day ── 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰. 𓂃 ★☆

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sole-cuore-amore-e-droga · 3 years ago

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Denmark brings the non-modern 80s sound to Rotterdam 2021

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Filler review in between me doing a shit ton of things at the same time and saving two of the writeups I at least wanted to do before Semi 1 or so, plus there’s a Turquoise carpet underway. Lessgooooooo Denmark

ARTIST & ENTRY INFO

Fyr og Flamme is a collective of two men, singer Jesper Groth and instrumentalist Laurits Emanuel. Together they don’t have much history as they formed in the Ben & Tan year 2020, but they have a couple of succesful (and their only prior to Eurovision) singles under their belt already, like, their first one, titled “Menneskeforbruger”, reached number one on a Danish radio top list once. Prior to the DMGP lineup release, amidst a bunch of few song and talent show wonders, they were the only act I’ve heard of and coincidentally even liked their music somewhat.

Their song, titled “Øve os på hinanden”, is about dancing. Fitting because their entry, which is more of an 80s rehash than an 80s throwback (as in, 80s but with a little something modern a la Dua Lipa), is all about the groovy music that would probably come all out after disco decade became over. Moreso, dancing of two partners and practicing the dancing on each other, somewhat. Lyrics are in Danish - first time a Danish entry is fully in Danish since 1997! History right there! Most other acts would mostly translate their Danish song into English once the language rule went abolished, but not these guys, because why they need to do a TIX and make an English song in their 3 song discography anyway. Good ^^

REVIEW

Sounds like one of those songs this year that can elicit the “guilty pleasure” reactions. Like Poland, which is mine. But for me Denmark is an actual pleasure, in a way?

The instant intro of the first few seconds really makes it a good blast of energy, because who isn’t resisting towards a nice little 80s synth. I don’t really fancy the verses being in a major key but they still feel very 80s in nature. And the chorus is really catchy, and so is the bridge, which is kinda maybe the best part of the song alongside the instrumental super 80s bits. I don’t know if Jesper is able to emulate an 80s vocal sound with his voice, but the whole band at least looks their part, at the very least, for Eurovision?

It also incorporates clapping. Just for the edgy “I don’t clap along to Soldi but I will clap to this” crowds out there. I love me some Eurovision clap songs.

But Denmark is kinda too prone to sending throwbacks that don’t add much new? Like, we got this 70s-esque throwback song from 2015, it can be very well argued that Lighthouse X were throwbacks to early 2010s boyband music that wasn’t as loud as the one of One Direction, 2014 had shades of the classic Bruno Mars of the time who himself have upgraded to sound like smooth R’n’B man for the ladies who sings about getting it with the ladies... are people in Denmark a little too nostalgic for their own good sometimes? Let me go there one day when panini subsides and check if they have a spare DeLorean, just for the fun of it, and if they keep the Deloreans as their biggest prized possessions in a way.

Overall a pretty standard dance song to dance to, if I expected some other mood being projected throughout it I’d straight up look at Gjon’s Tears staging. *orchestral music* Tout l’univeeeeeers *proceeds to moves arms like he’s performing “Rap God” in a talent show*

Yeah I like it, but I absolutely love the orchestral version posted above?? The big gall of DMGP to include orchestra on their NF while Albania’s NF traded it for a while just to have artists perform in the freezing cold outside instead... of course everything sounds better with orchestra. Smh at those who think otherwise

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This is how the studio version sounds like by the way. All that review was for this. How does the studio pale in comparison to the orchestra, do you think

Approval factor: Yeah, maybe there’s some of it in me for this one too! Follow-up factor: Another broadcaster being cunts to their former act. Public outcries have been done ever since DR revealed the DMGP lineup and made them realize there’s no Ben and Tan in it, eventhough they said they would not send an entry to the next DMGP, but yet they did because they felt like it, and it was revealed in an ultimate dickish move that Ben and Tan were never allowed to re-enter in the first place. :’) Some say it’s because of prompting sympathy votes (as if Aksel and The Mamas needed any to win their NFs, OH WAIT.), some might even say it was because DR was too scared to do well and Ben and Tan were just *that* awesome. Songwise, I like their both entries equally, and it’s a nice Danish marketing move to go from one background music to another (but in 80s style). So it’s a move to an interestingly straight decent line, I guess. Qualification factor: In semifinals like these, when there are just that many good songs that cannot miss out on a final spot, some of them actually do end up in that unfortunate position unless they don’t... Denmark has a little bit of a chance? From the possible hopeless bunch I can only see one of Austria, Portugal and Denmark making it. Poland, a fellow 80s-like Nordic song, is too comedic to be taken seriously by the up-and-coming televoting community. Georgia is too mellow. Denmark stands out with a fun way of their own 80s, Portugal and Austria have decent live performances and stagings at the same time, one of which Fyr og Flamme might lack lol, but that doesn’t mean housewives don’t vote for something that reminds them of their youth years, no?

NF CORNER

Thankfully that apart from Ben & Tan fiasco you’re not missing out on much.

DMGP chose a weird kind of way to reveal entries - during 3 separate radio shows in between two channels amidst all kinds of random world&Danish popular music. During which presumably both radio stations played the soon-to-be-winning Fyr og Flamme’s entry a second time after the premiere. Like if we don’t know who’s winning already, huh, huh???

Well, there are at least some above-the-par entries, and a couple of my favourites were Emma Nicoline (synthpop in Danish which in her case of victory would’ve likely been translated in English???? hopefully not so we could’ve had a win-win in case Fyr og Flamme didn’t win) and Mike Tramp (yeehaw in English, and much different than what he did in Eurovision 1978 with the group Mabel and yet another song about rhythm, enough to incorporate live drum playing from a band member itself during the performance... their own prop drum, mind you). They probably sound a whole lot better in orcestra than they are in these studio versions, so go check them out on Youtube as well, if you’re willing. Much cheers

Also the funny thing about them - Jesper is from a little barely heard of island called Ærø, who coincidentally shares a flag with Lithuania’s, but their colors are much brighter than ours. I bring it up that it’s barely heard of because some Danish viewers (and the international ones that could’ve gotten a hold of the stream) were confused as to why Fyr og Flamme waved “Lithuanian” flags in the DMGP greenroom. I’ve heard about that as well. I know a person from Ærø. I was confused too at first. I’ve been there. And it’s thanks to that person I’ve heard of Fyr og Flamme. Ærø supports Ærø, it seems

ANY LAST WORDS?

Honestly, if they qualify (and so does Portugal), I lowkey hope for their NF to have more songs in their native language? Leonora went on to start something when singing a piece of her song in Danish, Fyr og Flamme continued the iniciative, lord knows if it continues to continue and give them a fruitful outcome in the end.

As for why I mentioned Portugal and language variety, well... there can still be winners in the Portuguese language, just it would be an initiative to RTP to invite more English-singing Portuguese songwriters who’d otherwise not really participate in FdC if they were asked to only sing in Portuguese? I don’t know, really. But yeah. Maybe.

#eurovision #eurovision 2021 #rotterdam 2021 reviews #denmark #fyr og flamme #Øve os på hinanden

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lokibug · 6 years ago

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Blinded

Pairing: Loki x Blind!Reader

Summary: Beauty and the Beast AU in which Loki is forced to stay in his Jotun form until another human loves him. He becomes a caretaker for You due to be recently permanently blind.

Warnings: Cursing, Guns, Mention of Blood, Angst

Song: On Our Own by Bruno Major

A/N: I apologize ahead of time guys, eek. But I feel all of you on Lucas being a douche, he is. That’s the Gaston facade for ya. Also I spend awhile looking for the chapter songs so if anyone listens to them lemme know haha okay, enjoy!

Three days had passed since Y/N and Loki had their enchanted evening. The two felt much more drawn to each other. Loki felt more intensely towards this beautiful young woman...he knew this because each day the hour glass ticked just as it had for the past few months. Despite time being his enemy, it also cursed him in a way he hadn’t already...he fell in love with y/n slowly each moment they spent together.

“Y/N?! Where are you? I woke up and you were no where to be seen.” Loki bellowed into the phone with y/n being on the other side of the line. He heard her chuckle and he slid his cold palm over his face in frustration. Leaning against the wall in the hallway he waited for her response.

“Calm down Loki, you were sleeping and I needed to get some things from the store. Stephanie wanted to talk to me so she took me. Look at you being all worried for me. It’s cute.” She responded. If Loki wasn’t a deep shade of blue, his cheeks would probably be the color of his eyes. He had never heard her tease him in such a way.

“I...nevermind. I get paid to make sure you’re not dead somewhere. I mean I like to think I’m doing a good job you know.” He continued to rant for a few more seconds until y/n stopped biting her knuckle to stop her from chuckling.

“...you done? Do you want anything from the store?”

“....those things from the other night...they were crunchy..” he said softly.

“The chips? The kettle chips?” “Whatever they are.”

“Okay. Well I’ll be home soon.” She said before hanging up. Loki looked at the phone and scoffed, “Madness.”

Meanwhile, Y/N stood in the chip isle of the market alongside Stephanie. Her light brown hair was pulled up into a pony tail as her clear rimmed glasses rested on her face. Y/N dressed warmly today, an off shoulder black long sleeve with dark blue jeans and white converse.

“Was that Loki?” Stephanie asked putting a bag into the basket. Y/N nodded in response and chuckled. “Hmmm...y/n have you ever considered the possibility of...Loki possibly being into you?” Stephanie could see the whole thing unfolding in front of her. Not that her friend’s sight loss was to blame but she didn’t catch these hints very well.

She furrowed her eyebrows, “No,” she scoffed, “he argues with me over everything. He’s so prideful.”

“I know the difference between flirty banter and real arguing. From what I’ve seen...he totally digs you y/n. Now the real question is...are you into him?” She asked not waiting for y/n to decline the feelings that were evident.

“I...no? I don’t know Stephanie,” y/n sighed defeated, “he’s different you know. I’m so used to guys being obnoxious—like that guy Lucas! Ugh he would not leave me alone...but Loki, he’s smart. He’s not just on full display, there’s so much to him and I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface. Not that he’s a project for me to dissect, but I’m enjoying his company...in fact..”

“In fact?...” Stephanie cooed and nudged her friend in the arm teasingly.

“I was going to invite him to...be my escort to the charity banquet my dad wants me to go to.” She smirked. Her face was so full of life, happiness. Stephanie knew this and it made her smile knowing that y/n was getting the fairytale she deserved.

“Yes! Do it! You’re asking him when we get back. Oh my god, what are you gonna wear?” She asked.

“Wait,” She looked a tad nervous, “I want you to come too...please? I would feel more comfortable if you did.”

Stephanie hesitated for a second but decided against her worries, “Sure thing y/n, now...let’s go buy you a god damn ball gown.” She squealed.

“I don’t even know any dress stores. My dresses are from random twenty dollar and below stores.” She protested.

“I know a guy.”

The two women got back inside Stephanie’s car and headed off. Both nervous and excited they made their way towards one of the most high end dress shops in New York City. This was all very new to y/n despite her father being a wealthy man. She never abused his money, nor had he due to the way he and her mother had brought her up. Now here she was, credit card ready to be swiped.

“Yes, is Jessie working today?” Stephanie questioned before a voice interrupted her, “Steph! Hi!” The high pitched male voice cooed before giving her a kiss on both cheeks. Steph pulled y/n a tad closer, “This is y/n. She’s going to a charity banquet tonight. She needs something elegant, sexy, bold. She has a date.” Stephanie stayed proudly. Y/N couldn’t help but shy away a bit. She hadn’t known exactly where to face and it made her slightly anxious. That was until Jessie’s friendly voice spoke once more.

“Oh yes honey, we carry dresses all sizes, all body types. Loose, tight, lacy, glittery. Let’s start with color. What does that heart desire?”

Stephanie quietly asked, “What’s his favorite color?”

“Huh?” “Loki...his favorite color, pick one of his favorite color and you’ve got a home run for sure.”

Y/N cleared her throat before nodding, “Green. Emerald green.”

So then the hunt began. Y/N had been living through the world through touch and the materials she felt were all very different. She blew through 7 dresses easily, Stephanie insisted all of them were beautiful on her. Yet, y/n couldn’t help but feel skeptical. It wasn’t until dress number 9 that she completely adored the fitting. Everything felt lovely among her skin and by the way Stephanie and Jessie said, “Damn girl!” She knew she found the right one. Holding her hands together in front of her, she couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.

Back at the apartment Loki had gotten himself ready for the day not quite sure where it would lead him. He had come accommodated with the simplicity of cereal for breakfast and didn’t mind as much. Rice Krispies being his favorite, they were always stocked. Mid bite, the girls entered the front door.

Laughing the girls set the bags on the counter. This was when Stephanie stopped in her tracks....Loki had forgotten to put on his garments. Her mouth gaped and Loki quickly stood up and put his finger over his lips as to say to remain silent.

“Eehhhh....” Stephanie squeaked and y/n had a confused look on her face.

“What’s wrong Steph?” She asked holding the dress in a white zip up protection sleeve. Loki chuckled and quickly shot back, “I’m uh, having a bad hair day love...” he trailed, “I had messaged Stephanie with a clothing problem. I’m going to go show her now.” Quickly Loki slowly grabbed her hand and drug her off.

“Alright! I’m gonna p-put this away.” Y/N called out making her way back to her room. These days it was easier for her to do so, as she remembered everything that surrounded her.

Loki closed the door behind him and let go of the completely shocked Stephanie. “Please, hear me out.” He whispered nervously.

“Loki...what is this? T-This isn’t a skin condition. You’re cold. Your eyes are red. Are you a fucking vampire?” She whispered shouted.

“A vampire?...Stephanie no—“ he looked back to the door and grabbed her shoulders gently so she looked him in the eyes, “—I’m cursed. I’m not what you think I am...I’m not even from here. I’m still the same me...I won’t be like this forever...I hope. If you tell y/n, then I will. It will break her heart if she finds out I’ve lied. Please...” he pleaded.

Stephanie could see the sincereness in his eyes. Even though he looked like someone else, she still knew he was the same Loki. If anything she felt more comfortable seeing his actual face for once. She never wanted y/n to be hurt, yet she knew she was obligated to tell her the things she could not see herself. Her mind was at war with itself, but she could only do what felt right in her heart. “You’re going to hurt her more if you say no to what she’s going to ask you. You can’t show up with her blue.” She whispered.

“I...I don’t know what to do then...” Loki let go of Stephanie and rubbed a clammy hand over his face.

“I’ll help you,” She spoke making Loki look back over to her, “I went to beauty school for special effects makeup...I-I can give you something that will hide the skin,” She gulped and fixed her posture, “You’re going to say yes. You’re going with that sweet girl out there...you’re going to wear a suit and I’ll be back tomorrow evening to get you and her ready. Got it?” She said in a slightly threatening voice.

“Yes.”

With time passing, Stephanie kept her word to not tell Loki’s secret. Loki was still yet to find out just exactly what y/n had wanted to invite him to. He was surprised nonetheless that she thought of him at all. During dinner, she thought she’d speak of the whole ordeal.

“So,” She crunched the piece of lettuce from her salad, “I won’t assume you don’t have a life and I wanted to ask if you’re free tomorrow night.”

Loki stopped eating the salad that was before him and set his fork down. “Tomorrow evening, I’m free. What is it you’re proposing?” Those words, y/n found herself always loving to hear the way he spoke.

“A charity banquet. My dad has to represent his corporation there and he wants me to go. Would you like to be my...date.” She hesitated upon the last word of her sentence. In this moment she was glad she didn’t have to face Loki, but even without physically seeing him she remained slightly shy.

Loki’s heart filled with joy, even with Stephanie’s warning he was still taken back. “If I wasn’t mistaken, I would say you’re flirting with me.” He teased. “I-I’m just—Loki shut up. Just, are you going to join me or not?” She stabbed her fork through the salad aggressively and chuckled.

“I would be delighted to be your escort y/n.”

Spending an entire day to find his attire, Loki had this night on his mind constantly. He was incredibly nervous just as to what Stephanie was going to help him plan. Had she told anyone of his identity? Y/N was just as nervous, just in the slightest difference of ways. Hers revolved around appearance, elegance, and impressing.

Y/N had just finished getting ready, technically Stephanie had finished getting her ready, when she gently slid a hand down her arm. Her soft skin feeling far more delicate than before. Stephanie curled her hair and done her makeup to the best of her ability. Light brown eyeshadow covered her eyelids, thin sharp lines of eyeliner swiped along as well, a nude colored lip stick decorated as well. Despite the fact that y/n ever refused to open her eyelids, Stephanie added false lashes to the equation as well. It was only time for her to put on her dress. It was an emerald green color, off the shoulder, the top was cascades with an almost lace type of material that finished with a long satin mermaid tail. Even without seeing herself, y/n felt beautiful. She only hoped she wasn’t the only one.

Loki sat cross legged in the room. Various layers of plastered on makeup over his natural icy blue skin. “Are you to be done yet?” He complained. Fixing his eyebrows to her liking, Stephanie scoffed, “You’re so impatient. Just one more adjustment.” With that she ran a hand through his hair that was slicked back and dropped behind his ears. “I’m done. Go look.”

Loki stood to his feet and made his way to a mirror in the bathroom. He didn’t dare own one of his own, it was pure torture always having to stare at the monster he was turned to. Yet this time, as his frame stood before the glass...he was amazed. He no longer looked like the monster form he had been cursed with...but that of the prince he was on Asgard. His skin looked fair and his features groomed to suit his fancy. He breathed out and blinked a few times just to make sure he was seeing Stephanie’s work correctly. If he hadn’t just sat through the process of makeup for the past hour, he would believe he was truly loved by a human and his curse was no longer. Stephanie stepped in behind him, “You know you do look rather dashing,” she mocked his accent, “Now go get dressed, y/n should be ready for me to zip her up.” She patted his shoulder and made her way to y/n’s room.

Loki got dressed into the suit he owned. He even made a big deal in Stephanie fetching him accents to the suit, such as a new tie and handkerchief. His all black suit was now accompanied by a green tie and handkerchief, thanks to her. He felt confident.

Stephanie zipped up both her own silver dress and y/n’s. “You look so beautiful.” She said sincerely behind her friend. “Thanks to you.” Y/N thanked. Quickly Stephanie ushered y/n out of her room and into the hall. Loki stood in the living room waiting for the limo that was ordered to drive the three to the banquet by her father. Stephanie whispered, “Wait here,” tip toeing into the living room she cleared her throat, “I present to you! Drum roll please, Miss y/l/n of New York!” Loki turned his head as y/n chuckled and nervously held her hands together neatly in front of her. She walked out slowly towards them. She heard silence as Loki’s mouth parted from the awe of beauty in which she possessed. He always knew she was beautiful, but here she was...glamored to someone she could also believe to be, what he seen every day with her.

“All I hear is breathing. Do you not like it?” She asked softly. Loki quickly snapped back to reality and cleared his throat, “No love it’s not that,” he walked towards her and held her hands in his, “I was just taken back from your beauty.” He placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand. “You look absolutely ravishing.” If she hadn’t already, she let out the breathe she was holding in. Her heart was beating even faster than it had before. Loki’s gloves warmed his hands but the familiarity of his cold body comforted her.

“I uh...thank you. I mean...I may not be able to see,” She led her finger tips down the front of his tie, “but I believe you must look incredible as well.” She smiled. Stephanie looked outside the front door hearing a honk. “Time to go!” She squeaked.

The limo took them to their desired destination. Music played while the friends sat inside, they joked around and played with the windows as if they were children. More so y/n and Stephanie than Loki. It was all worth it once they arrived to the banquet. Tons of big named people were there. Their dressed and suits shone with elegance and they were tailored to perfection. Still, all Loki could do was feel absolutely lucky to be within the presence of one woman. Y/N. Her father was delighted to see the two. He was quite more shocked with the sight of Loki without the garments.

“Y/N darling,” he hugged her warmly, “You look absolutely incredible. Loki,” he let go of his daughter and faced the man, “you clean up nice as well. No mask?”

“No mask, sir. The evening isn’t as rough as the day.” He smiled. “Please, make yourselves comfortable. Lord knows I contributed enough into it for you to do so.” Y/F/N spoke proudly.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Stephanie said as she grabbed a glass of champagne delicately and walked towards the other side of the room. Loki held his arm out for y/n as he always does and she kindly wrapped her arm around. Yet this time, it held such more significance.

Sitting at a table decorated with a white table cloth along with a floral centerpiece. They were brought various glasses of champagne. Stephanie had met another man attending and was mingling elsewhere. The two laughed quietly as they joked of the many rich people they were surrounded by. The alcohol making them even more open. Y/N was in a fit of laughter and even laid her head on Loki’s shoulder momentarily before being interrupted. Lucas had walked up to the two. Not recognizing Loki right away, not knowing how he did it, but knowing he was up to something. Loki scoffed as Lucas walked to them. “Y/N. You look astonishing. Loki, hi.” He simply said not finding the words.

Y/N noticeably smiled in a mocking matter. “Thank you Lucas. What brings you here?” “Oh just wanted to know how the night was going for you. Hopefully not too bored of his accent going on and on,” he laughed at his own joke, “I actually came here to offer a dance.”

Y/N rose her eyebrows, “You know what Lucas? I would love to, Ive been dying to. Loki,” she turned towards him and made a small ‘hm?’ Sound, “Would you like to join me on the dance floor?” Loki smiled towards y/n and in a soft voice said, “It would be my honor. Excuse us Lucifer.” He purposely misadressed him as his hand wrapped around y/n’s taking her towards the other groups of people dancing. Lucas stood there dumbfounded and bit his bottom lip angrily.

Y/N giggled lightly as they were finally on the floor. The lights were dimmed down a tad more. “Now Lucifer is a far more suited name for that jerk than Lucas anyways.” She stood with her hands at her side. “Well, I thought I would grace it to him in my voice that he adores so much.” He chuckled as well. The music slowly changed to another song, a slow song.

“I um...I didn’t think this through..” y/n spoke quietly as her fingers fidgeted together. “Why’s that?” Loki’s asked. “I don’t...I don’t know how to dance. Good I mean, I’m not even sure where to put my hands.” She rambled nervously.

Loki quietly spoke, “Relax, I’ve been to a few...banquets such as this before. I could help you. Here,” he grabbed her hands slowly and brought them up onto his shoulders, “you leave your hands there and I’ll,” he slowly snaked his hands over her hips and gently pulled her a tad closer to him, “put mine, there.”

Y/N faced forward and gently whispered, “Now what?..” “Now, we sway...to the melody of the music.” He led the dance trying to make her feel a little more comfortable. He couldn’t help but get lost in her, his smile never fading. “I never thought I’d be dancing...let alone at a banquet. Might I add with a tall man who helps me move around because I’m blind now.” She rambled once more, this time quieter.

Loki let out a nervous sigh of breathe, “Y/N...can I be honest with you?..”

“You’re not going to admit to being an axe murder are you?” She asked chuckling.

“No. Y/N...when I first moved to New York, I could not stand the sight of anyone...I never wanted to be along side anyone but myself,” he spoke softly, “when I met you...I still hadn’t wanted to be around. It was a job. A hobo received yes...but you’ve granted me with the gift of so much more. You’ve taught me...the beauty of life, the inside of a person can be far superior in beauty than one’s shell. I care for you...greatly. I find myself wanting to be around you far more than away from you...it’s quite odd, I’ve never experienced this before. I guess what I’m trying to say is...” with these words spoken quietly between the two, Y/N pressed her forehead delicately to his, “Loki, I...” she trailed.

Suddenly a loud burst was heard. The doors of the banquet had crashed opens and masked men that held up guns and rushed in. Everyone began running as y/n felt herself panic on the inside. She almost fell to the ground as she heard the screams from multiple people. Shots being fired. The ringing in her ears was far more scary than the event itself. Loki held his arms around her, stopping her from falling to the ground from freight. Everything was as if it were in slow motion. Stephanie quickly ran towards the two.

“L-Loki...” She gulped as her eyebrows were furrowed, “Stephanie..where?” She choked out.

“Right here. She’s okay love. We’re going to be alright.” He said strongly and held her up. Shots were fired off once more before they ran out the door and left. “My father, Loki,” she began crying from the fear she felt, “w-where is h-he?” She felt a pit in her stomach as Loki looked around. As the people ran off in different directions he seen a body. One man, shot, bleeding out quickly. Y/N’s father.

“They’re leaving!” Stephanie shouted nervously to Loki. She two seen the horror of what lied ahead. “Take me to him!” She croaked our as tears streamed down.

Quickly Loki ran with y/n towards her father’s body. “Y/N,” he gurgled from the ground, “Go, now.”

“Oh no,” she sobbed and immediately fell to the ground at her father’s side. The blood of her father on her palms. It felt completely and utterly horrible, “Dad! Please!” She sobbed and found his hand with her own that trembled beyond extent.

“Someone call 9-1-1!” Loki shouted at the top of his lungs as her took off the jacket and pressed it over the wound. Stephanie held y/n’s shoulder as she shook.

“Daddy, please don’t l-leave me...” she sobbed and screamed as the scene unfolded before her. She held onto his face as she buried hers into his shoulder.

The only audible sound being that of her broken screaming and sirens in the distance...

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lolitain · 5 years ago

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Different Lipstick Color for Different Lolita Dresses

Lipstick is a very important part of every woman’s makeup routine. It is an essential part of making the entire face more fresh and beautiful. Since the earliest days, the women have used the lipstick to make themselves more attractive and beautiful. Since then the beauty industry has changed so much, providing the customers and lipstick lovers with so many different options that there is everything for everyone. From different textures, ingredients, pigmentation, and colors, the lipsticks today come in the most various forms and colors.

The lipstick trends are changing very often and with every new fashion season, there is a new makeup trend. The huge number of makeup influencers are defining the trends and making the direction of the supply and demand on the market. However, there are some lipsticks with their colors and textures that are timeless and never go out of style.

With the uniqueness of costumes, dresses, accessories, and footwear, “Lolitain.com” is one of the most original brands on the market that supports the beauty and difference in the look, providing fashion that is inspired by Victorian age. According to that, the overall outfit is best accompanied by suitable lipstick. The lipstick was the most important piece of makeup that was used back in that time, and the color options were limited. The lipstick does add to the beauty of fashion garments. In those terms, we have prepared some lipstick suggestions that will go best with some of our products.

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Lipstick suggestion: Givenchy N 302 Hibiscus Exclusif

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This lace dress is very soft and feminine and it will make you look like you have come out of a fairytale. It is sweet, full of lace and with discreet stitching that goes perfectly with some of the colored patterns of the skirt. The skirt is baloney, layered and the mixture of cream, white and apricot makes it just enough in terms of avoiding additional accessorizing. The best lipstick color for this dress is N 302 Hibiscus Exclusif from Givenchy. When applied on the lips, it provides gentle radiance and intense color. It suits all skin tones and gives a nice, sensual look that goes perfectly with the vibe of the dress.

2. Alice Girl Lolita Chandelier Handle Lace Ruffled Open Jsk Sling Dress in Black

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Lipstick suggestion: Rouge D’Armani Matte Lipstick in 400 – Four Hundred

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Another black version of the same dress can be seen with similar details and stitching. The color combination here is different because the base is black. The maroon and dark red motifs limit the lipstick color choice to the red hues. The perfect option is Armani’s 400 four Hundred Matte lipsticks. The coverage, pigmentation and the hue are just what this dress needs.

3. Alice Girl Lolita Chandelier Handle Lace Ruffled Open Jsk Sling Dress in Blue

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Lipstick suggestion: Kat Von D Farm Sanctuary Everlasting Liquid Lipstick in Bruno

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Nothing says mystique and vampy look as the deep blue shades of lipstick. That is why the metallic foil in midnight blue from Kat Von D is the perfect choice to spice up the blue lace Lolita dress. The metallic shine alongside the blue and black ruffles and lace will result in a look that will be hard to forget.

4. Alice Girl Lolita Chandelier Handle Lace Ruffled Open Jsk Sling Dress in Wine red

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Lipstick suggestion: Givenchy N° 13 ROUGE INTERDIT – Valentine’s Day

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The wine red lace dress comes with black ruffles and some beige motifs. In order not to close and tone down the look, it is best to use a vibrant and light lipstick that will let the dress dominate and freshen up your face at the same time. Givenchy’s lipstick in Valentine’s Day is bright and red enough to create a nice color balance and contrast.

5. Afternoon Time Series Concise Pure Color Classic Lolita Hairband

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In combination with

6. Pearlescent Color Bowknot Bead Pendant Sweet Lolita High Heel Shoes

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Afternoon Time Series Concise Pure Color Classic Lolita Hairband

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Lipstick suggestion: Kat Von D Studded Kiss Crème Lipstick in Poe – Glimmer navy

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Creating a fashionable contrast that will contain the style but bring the different vibe into the outfit can be done with accessories and lipstick. The “Lolitain.com” accessories and footwear are bringing back come of the most popular items and shoes from the past, but with a modern touch. The colors and fabrics are done and chosen wisely to create a nice balance between the old and the new. The Lolita hairband is a very vintage-inspired accessory that comes upgraded with lots of lace and bows. It is a soft pink, with white lace that is visible on the ends. It can be worn wrapped under the chin, or for a more modern look, behind the ears down the neck. It presents a feminine and girly look and goes well with an outfit in the same style. A wonderful footwear addition to the hairband is the Lolita High Heel Shoes in navy blue. The shoes are with round front, featuring a bow at the back and small pearl detail at the front. The side-finish of the shoe is lace-inspired. The bands at the front and on the ankle add to the vintage look. The combination of these 2 accessories, different in color but similar is style present feminine yet edgy vibe. While the rest of the outfit will define the final look, what can give a fabulous modern and deep touch is a vibrant and bold lipstick. The Kat Von D Studded Kiss Crème Lipstick in Poe – Glimmer navy is an excellent choice. The lipstick is very creamy and pigmented which makes the application very easy and the final look is more than extraordinary. It is long-lasting lipstick and the shade perfectly complements the color of the footwear and creates a tonal balance between the upper and lower part of the entire look and outfit. The vampy and deep look will give the face a bit of gothic look that will make a contrast with the soft and cute feminine “Lolitain.com” garments.

Finding the right lipstick for the right costume or accessories from “Lolitain.com” will instantly transform you into a stylish and original Lolita girl. The offer on the beauty market is so big, and having the right lipstick that will complement your outfit and catch the same tone of what you wear can upgrade your look with a modern and sophisticated vibe. Mixing the vintage and the modern is super easy when you have “Lolitain.com” on your side.

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Gryffen: Galaxy’s Most Wanted #1

Gryffen: Galaxy’s Most Wanted #1 SBI Press 2019 Written by Ben Kahn Illustrated by Bruno Hidalgo Colour Assists by James Penafiel Lettered by Sal Cipriano Captain Layla Gryffen dedicated their life to the Sovereign Reach. A veteran of missions on a dozen worlds, they were the pride of humanity. Six months ago, they disappeared at the edge of the galaxy. One week ago, they returned….….…. It really is a shame that SBI doesn’t get nearly the coverage it deserves. I’d love to work with them regularly, I think they have some really great stuff out there. This one was sent to me and I said I would check it out which is a blessing because I love that people like me and trust me enough that they want me to review their work. I’m so happy that this one found it’s way to me because I love a good space rooted story and something of a mysterious one at that. The opening is sensational. I have no idea why Layla would find themselves in what appears to be some kind of trial but there are plenty of clues that Ben leaves us. Even without the diatribe that we hear, which is something I recommend every single one of you to read because it’s that amazingly well done, but with Bruno by their side we get some stellar characterisation here. I really am impressed with not only the way this is structured but by the characterisation as well. Ben has found this exceptionally fun rhythm that is able to keep the story & plot development and it’s pacing moving forward almost effortlessly while the characters take centre stage. The way that we are introduced to this reality and to those who reside within is done so that we are given the rare opportunity to really see just what these people seem to be about. From the work that these two do I see a society based on people in power not caring about anything but themselves and making sure they stay in power. They don’t want anyone coming along to upset the status quo and here comes the judge, for those who know Laugh In! There is a sense of humour happening here that comes in the form of crazy, the fed up you don’t listen to me, I am sick of tired of being ignored, crazy. Which comes across as funny as hell too. It should come as no surprise at how well the interiors compliment the writing as Bruno has worked with Ben quite a few times now. These two make a helluva team that’s for damn sure. I love the way that Bruno’s style can go from chaotic to neutral to this clean crisp representation, and still make a man’s chin look like a ball-sac. The way he is able to create the mood and atmosphere and individuality of each character should be commended. The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels show this really good, solid eye for storytelling. We see some nice utilisation of backgrounds here, would I like to see more oh yeah but what we do get really does flesh out the scenes and bring a size and scope to the book. The colour work here is nice as well. Funny how prison jumpsuits are always orange. I like the way shading is utilised and the various colour of the skin that we see. I’d like to see more colour gradation but with this style it works the way it is. I had a wonderful time reading this one folks. There is a nice intelligence behind the writing and they really get this inherent understanding of balance seriousness and black humour. Put this really strong writing alongside these interiors and this is what the new dynamic duo looks like to me. Every time these two have an outing together I see this growth and maturity to the work that makes me want to see more from them so get your hands on this and enjoy some high quality work.

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João Félix: The Golden Boy or Flop

Well, in light to the main topic of this/my first ever column, I just want to say, thank you for clicking and reading this piece. I hope you enjoy it.

If you don't already know him, you will have definitely have heard about Benfica and Portugal's current gem, João Félix. Hailed by many as the successor to Ronaldo, but how exactly does he match any team's criteria of an ideal player. In fact, what makes him the most wanted youngster in the world of football right now?

About our man

Born on the 10th of November 1999 in Viseu, João Félix is 5ft 9, right footed and he begun his career at a young age signing for FC Porto's academy "Dragon Force" before making a move to Benfica for free, joining their U17 side.

At 16 years old, he was already establishing himself within Benfica's Youth setup in Seixal, scoring 6 goals in 10 games (as well as an assist) in the UEFA Youth League and 3 goals in 12 appearances in the Ledman Liga Pro (Portugal's Second Division), impressing at the time manager, Hélder Cristóvão and earning him a move to Benfica B the following season. In the 2017/18 season, he got his shot for Benfica B, picking up 17 Ledman Liga Pro appearances with 4 goals and 5 assists, spending most season playing as a Winger and Attacking Midfielder.

João Félix playing for Benfica B vs Manchester United in the UEFA Youth League.

This season, saw a surprise to many Benfica fans. With a lack of strikers at the disposal of at the time manager Rui Vitória, he turned to Benfica B's talents, scooping up, you guessed it, João Félix. Benfica fans were excited to see what he could bring to the table, especially due to a recent saga between Jonas and Rui Vitória over his contract renewal causing Jonas to "become injured" for a long period of time and a recent signing Facundo Ferreyra who was yet to score a goal.

The Rise

25th of August, 3rd match of the season sees Benfica face Sporting CP in a Lisbon Derby at the Estádio da Luz. Sporting lead with a Nani penalty and with Facundo Ferreyra showing lack of threat and not scoring, comes off with Pizzi, Seferovic and the kid himself, João Félix come off the bench to replace both players respectively. On the 85th minute, the ball is knocked down to the right handside to Rafa, who whips it in first time, and who is there to meet his cross? João Félix. He rises the highest, heading the ball to the back of the net - sending Benfica fans into jubilation and scoring his first ever senior goal with less than 60 minutes of game time under his belt, making him the youngest player to ever score in a Lisbon Derby.

João Félix scoring the equaliser in the Lisbon Derby draw against Sporting. He became the youngest player to do so.

Fans were left begging to see him play more, but were left waiting a month before seeing him play again this time vs Desportivo Aves, where he scored from a sensational first time finish with his weaker left foot.

But, for manager Rui Vitória, this wasn't enough and insisted on playing Facundo Ferreyra, in fact, it was only on the 5th of December did Benfica fans see Félix in the starting lineup again, this time in the League Cup tie vs Paços de Ferreira, where he started as a right winger and scored a goal, this time with his right foot.

Rui Vitória would only use Félix as an "off the bench" player and didn't see much in him, occasionally bringing him on in some matches on the late stages of the match. Rui Vitória was stubborn, his lack of change and boring ideas and football caused his demise, seeing him sacked after a 2-0 loss vs Portimonense in early January. Many big names were linked to the Benfica job, from José Mourinho to Braga’s Abel Ferreira, but, Chairman, Luís Filipe Vieira turned to caretaker manager and at the time Benfica B manager Bruno Lage, his first test being Rio Ave in the League at home.

Benfica B manager Bruno Lage takes charge of the first team following the sacking of Rui Vitória.

From Bruno Lage's first lineup in charge, we saw 2 changes, a new formation and João Félix in the starting lineup. A refreshing 4-4-2 saw Benfica starting João Félix as a Shadow Striker behind Target Man Seferovic.

It wasn't a promising start to the game, Benfica were 2-0 down by 20 minutes. 7 minutes later, a Seferovic finish saw Benfica go 2-1 up and 4 minutes later, Seferovic crosses the ball in for João Félix who scores with his right foot. In the second half, on the 64th minute, he went on to score again, this time from a low Zivkovic cross saw another potent right foot finish from the golden boy, Benfica went on to win 4-2 in Bruno Lage's first game in charge of the Eagles.

This was the beginning to his success this season.

My Thoughts and Views on João

Let's cut to the chase, enough of me rambling on about Benfica, their matches and managers.

João's position is a Shadow Striker. At Shadow Striker is where he shines and has been at best, usually alongside a Target Man and partner in crime Haris Seferovic. But the 19 year old is versatile, he can also play as a Winger or Attacking Midfielder. His ability to play with both feet at such ease as well as heading and overall playmaking ability, is what makes him, in my opinion, the best Shadow Striker in the market, especially for his price tag. He is pacey, skilful and shows shades of a Rui Costa/Kaká with a bit of Cruyff in the mix when on the ball. When in front of goal, it is rare that you will see him take many touches before shooting, he has this Striker's drive and Poacher's finishing which is second to none. This goes without saying about his playmaking ability, he is not selfish and looks to assist when he can. This season he has scored a total of 15 in all competitions and assisted 7 goals. (as of 12th of April 2019)

He is not shy of a big game either, scoring and assisting against Sporting again in the Lisbon Derby during a 4-2 win in Alvalade in February and scoring vs Porto at the Estádio do Dragão in March on Benfica's 2-1 win in the Clásico.

Félix celebrating his equaliser over Porto.

When looking at the historial past and well known players seen at Benfica, the term flop tends to be placed on a youngster, Renato Sanches. My fear, is that like Renato Sanches and many other footballers at his young age, he joins a footballing giant, whom and who's fans will be very demanding and causing such young player not to perform to his full potential. Renato Sanches was (and still is) a very promising, showing fantastic ability to boss a midfield with great ease and dominate the opposition as well the ability of being able to score some screamers, but high expectations and extraordinary amounts of pressure has meant that Sanches has not been able to reach his potential just yet.

He is young, in fact, far too young to move clubs just yet in my opinion, and this might be biased, but he should be given time to develop as a player - or - be loaned back to Benfica to gain experience. It is easy for me, a soon to be 18 year old sit here and tell someone to wait rather than making a move to a dream club like Real Madrid, Barcelona, Manchester United or Liverpool, but at the end of the day, I can't blame him if he does!

National Worries

On the 15th of March, Félix earned his Portugal call-up, but is yet to make an appearance after getting injured in the training ground. What Portugal also have in their hands, is a Rui Vitória clone - by the name of Fernando Santos. Like Vitória, the problem with Fernando Santos is the unwillingness to change and experiment within the 11. Often Santos will play the same players in the same boring formation as he has been for the past 4/5 years, and its frustrating when you have a golden generation on their way, yet he insists on playing Pepe, Rui Fonte, André Silva, Guerreiro to name a few. I will explain Portugal's international worries and problems in a new column in the foreseeable future.

Back to Félix, I see him lining up like he does at Benfica, in a 4-4-2 next to Ronaldo, with Bernardo Silva and Bruno Fernandes on their respective wings, Ruben Neves and William Carvalho in the midfield. Ruben Dias and Ferro at centre backs, Guerreiro (as much as I dislike him) and Cancelo at fullbacks with Rui Patrício in goal. This is of course how I would want us to start, knowing Fernando Santos, Félix will be used as an utility player instead!

The Final say

Last night, we saw the lethal and potent golden boy Benfica have in their hands. Félix scoring his first-of-many hat-trick vs Frankfurt, whilst also grabbing an assist making him the youngest player to do so since Sergio Aguero in 2007. Much to the success João Félix is having, is also down to Bruno Lage who has revolutionised this Benfica side and slotted him in a key "Shadow Striker" role, as well as Benfica's famous Seixal academy who are yet again on the road to produce a world class talent. I personally think that he should stay at Benfica for another season, or, if he decides to join football giant, to be loaned back out to Benfica before making the step up, as well as to gain experience.

An €120m release clause is seen as a bargain in today's market, but will prospective buyers be willing to give him a chance and patience before considering him another flop? Can a 19 year old hold on the urge to move to a footballing giant or will he roll the dice and look to move away? We will have to wait and see.

Thanks again for reading. If you have any questions or suggestions feel free to message me on Twitter: @tiagoalex1904.

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