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The Tower: Family - 6

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4012

Warnings: Pregnancy, smut (bisexual orgy, baby making, edging, over-stimulation, oral sex, anal sex, rough sex, throat fucking, face sitting, vibrators, cock-rings, electrostimulation, multiple orgasms).

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 6: Making a Baby

Immediately after the ceremony, we had to sign all the legal paperwork and we had some photos taken. The bots Tony had made when we were in Asgard had taken some photos at the bonding but as that had been interrupted by a large battle, there were none posed of us together as a family. It was definitely nice we got to have this moment recorded when the bigger one hadn’t been.

The sun was setting by the time we walked over to the area on the beach set up with tables and hanging lanterns that would host our reception. There were two large round tables, one for us and one for the guests, and next to the long tables where the buffet would be set up, there was a small round table with a large cake shaped like the Avengers Tower.

Waiters had been walking around handing out tropical-themed canapés that included coconut shrimp, chicken skewers with pineapple and mango, and mini black bean and corn empanadas, while the band played soft rock songs by Tony’s favorite bands.

When we arrived, the band stopped playing and Rhodey went up to the podium.

“Well, well, well,” he said. “Looks like our little group of deviates has finally arrived, all official and everything. Can we all stand and welcome them, complete and whole, and two of them legally married.”

Everyone stood and clapped as we moved up to the dance floor. Tony and I moved to the center while the other’s circled the edge. The band began to play ‘Nothing Else Matters’ by Metallica. Tony spun me into his arms and we began to slow dance to it, turning slowly around the dance floor. Steve and Bruce stepped out onto the dance floor and Tony spun me into Steve’s arms before turning and pulling Bruce against him. We danced in pairs for a few bars and Natasha, Wanda, Bucky, and Thor moved in. Wanda began to dance with me and I kept my cheek pressed against hers as we moved around the floor. Finally, Sam and Clint moved in and we all switched again. We spent the rest of the song slow dancing around each other and switching from partner to partner until we had each danced with everyone.

The song ended and we took our seats and Rhodey got back up to the podium.

“Now, we all came here from pretty far away… not like when they dragged our asses to Asgard, but still, it was a trip. But we all know why we’re here,” Rhodey said as the staff began to set up the buffet with the starters. “These guys are our family. So thank you all for coming to celebrate with them. It looks like they’re bringing out the food. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Let’s go eat.”

Our table went first. The buffet was set up in sections. One had a selection of cold seafood, like shrimp, oysters, and smoked salmon, one had things like crab cakes, different kinds of skewers with things from fish to tofu, stuffed mushrooms, tacos, and warm tartlets with tomato and bocconcini. There was a salad station, and one with soups, as well as a table full of tropical fruit. There was also a bar that was specializing in brightly colored tropical cocktails.

“Thank god,” Tony said as he began loading up his plate with crab legs. “I’m starving. I’ve been fasting so I’d look good in a suit.”

“Are you kidding?” Natasha asked. “You’re basically a coat hanger. Everything looks good on you.”

Tony chuckled. “Thanks, Red,” he said. “But I didn’t want to be all bloated.”

“Well, eat up, you dope,” I teased. “Gonna need your energy.”

“Already calling me a dope?” Tony asked.

“You are a dope,” I teased. “And don’t drink too much either.”

“Wow, Elise,” Tony deadpanned. “We’re married two minutes and you’re already trying to change me.”

“I need you at your peak performance tonight,” I whispered and headed back to the table with my plate piled high with different things.

“Pfft,” Tony scoffed as he followed along after me. “That’s what Thor is for.”

“I can only ensure that you are fertile. I can’t ensure you’ll be able to perform,” Thor said playfully.

“But if you’d like one of us to get Elise pregnant,” Steve added.

“Woah now,” Tony said, putting his hands up. “Let’s not be hasty here.”

We ate our starters and drank and talked and as the plates were cleared away Rhodey got up to the podium again with a glass of champagne. Waiters started filling everyone’s glasses. There was a hibiscus flower in syrup sitting in the bottom of each glass and when the champagne was added to it, the flower appeared to bloom in the glass.

“Now, platypus,” Tony said. “No bad mouthing me. You promised.”

“I feel like this speech should have been done in Asgard. But then there was some battle with angels and it became a little like work. So we’ll do it here,” Rhodey said. “I met Tony way back at MIT. He was just an annoying kid who liked to show up all the students who were at least three years his senior. But he has a way of growing on you. I don’t know what I expected him to do with his life. He was smart and funny and partying hard and that never ended for a long, long time. For a while, I was worried he was going to burn out hot and leave a pretty corpse. But it turns out, he’ll most likely outlive us all. Back then I didn’t really see him as the marrying type. Yet here we are. At his wedding. The official Earth one after he just committed himself for 5000 years to 9 other people. If you’d asked me back then if I thought he’d do that I’d have thought you were as drunk as Tony probably was.”

Rhodey looked over at Tony affectionately and Tony winked at him. “I’m so happy for him. He deserves a happy ending and he’s found it. I know he loves them all. And he loves being a dad. He’s finally seemed to find that exact thing he needed. A loving family. I know it’s unconventional. It took me a long time to understand it. But Tony isn’t conventional. Conventional was never going to work. And while he went in reluctantly at first because a woman he got a crush on was gently leading him in, it’s been exactly what he needed,” Rhodey said and raised his glass. “So I’d like you all to raise your glasses to finding your people and unconventional love.”

Everyone toasted to unconventional love and clinked their glasses together before taking a drink. Rhodey returned to his chair, ruffling Tony’s hair as he passed him.

Steve stood and approached the podium. “That’s quite the speech to be following,” Steve said. “But I’d like to follow with the same theme about not believing what the future would bring. I was born in 1918. Over one hundred years ago. I had a list of ailments that was taller than I was. I was told I wouldn’t make it to adulthood. Despite being told all the things I couldn’t do, I was determined to do them. I made it to adulthood. I started dating the boy I had a crush on for so long. I even managed to ride the Cyclone at Coney Island. But if you had told me back then, I would not only be marrying that boy but also eight other people, one of them an actual god, on a completely different planet, well, I probably would have had an asthma attack.”

There was laughter from everyone and Steve looked over at us all. “Here we are though. I didn’t expect it, let me tell you. Someone once told me that if it wasn’t for war I was nothing. It took nine people to make me realize otherwise. And I love them all. They each touch a part in me that’s unique and I’m so happy that… well, we all fell into this little arrangement.” He took a breath and looked over at us. “It hasn’t been without its obstacles. But you can’t say you have a strong bond until you’ve overcome some obstacles together. And we made it. We’re getting our happily ever after. So let’s toast to that. Happily ever after.”

He raised his glass and everyone repeated ‘happily ever after’ while raising theirs. Steve came back and took his seat and I went up next.

“We like to joke about being in the bad dad’s club,” I said as I stood in front of everyone. “Most of us have our own stories of parental neglect. I was raised being told I needed to marry rich, lock him in with some kids, and not care who he was sleeping with. It made me reject all of that I barely dated. I expected to just die alone. And then one day I knocked a certain red-head over when I was running late for work and it changed my life forever.

“I have had my two kids. And I did marry rich. I also don’t care who my husband sleeps with. But I don’t think my parents had this in mind. They’d hate this. I don’t care. I am happy. I love these people. I love the thing we’ve built together. I’m excited about our future and what that means. I’m excited to see how our family grows and what that means for us. I love them all so much. I never thought I’d ever want anything like this, but love is like a drug and I’m addicted. Now I have it, I can’t imagine it being any other way.” I lifted my glass. “So I ask you to raise your glass to finding your family.”

I took a drink while everyone repeated me and then returned to my seat. Natasha grabbed my hand as I passed and pulled me down into a kiss. Tony got up and spanked my ass as he passed me and I made a choked giggle into Natasha’s lips.

“So,” Tony said as he waggled his glass and a waiter came back over to refill it. “We've all heard I was a bit of a mess. All I ever knew was abuse, manipulation, and neglect. So it took me a while to even think about trying to attempt monogamy. And well, we're here today, so obviously, that didn't work out for me either.” There was laughter from everyone and Tony paused until it died down. “These guys started up their little den of iniquity under my nose. Oh, they invited me to join. In fact, they told everyone else I was part of it, completely ignoring how closed off and angry I was. They really didn’t want to take no for an answer, but I guess, I am me, so who can blame them?” There was more laughter and he looked over at me. “Then one day, I found this stray roaming around my tower. I tried to resist her. I even tried to get FRIDAY to kick her out of the building. But she managed to crawl right in under my skin and take up residence there. It hasn’t been smooth sailing. Like Spangles said, there have been some rough and downright scary times. I kept locking them out, scared I was going to get hurt or end up hurting them. It took a long, long time for them to teach me they were here for me and I was worth it. Slowly, I realized I was healing. That I was in love with all these people. So I guess that is proof we all have hearts. So I ask you to raise your glasses to love. Whatever form it finds you in.”

I got up and kissed him deeply as everyone toasted and he pulled me close. “I love you so much,” I whispered.

“Alright,” Sam said standing. “Enough talking. Looks like the second course is here, let’s eat.”

The reception turned a little more party after that. We ate, danced. Cut the cake. Bucky shoved his slice right into Steve’s face much to Tony’s amusement. The cake was 10 different flavors and I was pretty determined to try them all. The kids were taken to bed by their aunt and uncle just after the cake and by the time we left I was a tipsy, exhausted, and yet completely hyped up.

“Alright,” Tony said, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and kissing my neck. “Let’s make a baby.”

“Not so fast, Tony,” Steve scolded. “We all want to be part of this. We are a family after all.”

“Besides,” Thor said. “I thought you wanted my assistance.”

“Oh, yes,” I said as Sam approached me. He ran his hands up under my skirt, pushing it up at the sides as he moved his hands to my ass.

“I don’t like the tone,” Tony said, suspiciously. “What exactly are you people planning?”

“You people?” Steve teased, pulling Tony back against him and palming his cock through Tony’s pants. Sam brought his lips to mine and began to kiss me deeply and lovingly. “Come on now, Tony. We’re family.”

Tony made a choked groan and leaned his head back on Steve’s shoulder as Thor approached Tony. He leaned in and kissed Tony hungrily and slipped one large hand into Tony’s pants and began to massage Tony’s balls. There was a spark and a ripple through the air and Tony groaned loudly into Thor’s lips.

“All the other babies were conceived in an orgy by accident. The only reason we know paternity is because Thor just knows that kind of thing,” Natasha said running her fingers down my neck. “This is the first time we’re planning to get pregnant and we all want to be part of that even if we are planning paternity too. So, little Elise here is going to be overstimulated. We’re each going to make her come over and over and over until she can’t take it anymore.”

Thor released Tony and moved over to me, pressing himself behind me and kissing my neck. Sam pulled back and Thor tilted my head back and kissed me deeply. He pressed his palm low on my stomach, just above my pubic mound. There was that same spark and ripple as with Tony, and a dull ache ran through my core.

“You on the other hand,” Natasha said, grabbing Tony by the lapels and pulling him toward the bed. “Will be edged until you're begging us to let you come.”

Thor pulled my dress off over my head and everyone else began to undress, either themselves or each other. Clint picked me up and carried me to the bed tossing me on it. Tony was on the far side of the bed. He was naked and Natasha was sitting on his thighs and putting a cock ring on him.

Clint crawled between my legs and pushed them apart kneeling down and nosing at my cunt. He pulled off my panties and licked a stripe up my folds, making my skin buzz. Wanda climbed up on the bed beside me and straddled my face. I hummed and lapped over her cunt, swirling it over her folds and dipping it inside her. Clint began to flick his tongue over my clit and sucking on my pussy.

My hips jerked under him as Wanda’s rolled on my face and her fluids dripped down into my mouth. I was vaguely aware that the others were kissing and grinding on each other near me and right on the other side of the bed Thor was sucking Tony’s cock while Natasha rode his face.

Clint thrust a finger inside me and began to suck on my clit. He hit my g-spot immediately like his fingers had a magnetic attraction to that sweet spot inside me. He sucked on my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. I moaned loudly into Wanda’s cunt, trying to focus my tongue on her clit, moaning louder each time she shuddered over me. Clint’s fingers pushed harder and harder on my g-spot sending a jolt up my spine each time he did it. My legs began to shake as my orgasm approached being fed by the feelings the others had and intensified. I focussed on Wanda, sucking hard on her clit and pushing my tongue inside her. I knew she was close too, I could feel it through her thread. She always sat close to the edge once the rest of us began to enjoy ourselves. I nipped at her clit and she moaned, coming on my face. I let myself relax and as soon as I did, Clint pushed hard on my g-spot with two fingers and twisted his wrist. I screamed out and came hard, bucking my hips against his face.

Clint got up and crawled over to where Tony was and Wanda climbed off me. Natasha, Steve, and Bucky approached me. Natasha guided me so I was straddling her face and Bucky pushed me forward so my face was at Natasha’s cunt. Sam had pulled Wanda into his lap and they were kissing hungrily, while Thor was fucking Tony, and Tony sucked Bruce’s cock.

Bucky poured lube onto my ass and pushed a finger inside, fucking it slowly. I moaned loudly and nuzzled at Natasha’s cunt as Natasha lapped over mine. Steve slapped the head of his cock on Natasha's clit and teased it over my lips. I sucked on the head and he thrust shallowly in and out of my mouth.

More lube was added to my ass along with a second finger. I mewled and tried my best to relax as Bucky worked to loosen me up. Steve pulled his cock from my mouth and sunk into Natasha. I licked over his base and flicked my tongue over Natasha’s clit as Steve began to fuck her. Bucky pulled his fingers out and added more lube. I felt the head of his cock press against my ass and he began to ease into my ass.

“Fuck!” I gasped. The sound muffled by Natasha’s cunt.

Natasha gave my ass a spank and I clenched hard around Bucky’s cock, making him groan loudly.

Steve was fucking Natasha at a steady pace and I lapped over her cunt and the base of his cock, drinking up her arousal as it ran down his shaft. Bucky fucked me slowly as Natasha sucked on my clit. My muscles spasmed and clenched and I struggled to keep myself up. The way I clenched and moaned seemed to spur Bucky on. He picked up his pace, adding to the burn through me. I started panting against Natasha’s cunt and she moaned and bucked under me. I sucked her clit into my mouth and pressed my lips against it and flicked my tongue back and forth quickly. Natasha mirrored my action and we both came moaning into each other. Bucky and Steve fucked us through it before slipping out. I rolled off the top of Natasha and lay panting as people moved around me. Thor, Sam, and Bruce approached and I looked up at them and swallowed hard. “How many times have you climaxed, my queen?” Thor asked as he lifted me and moved me so my head was hanging over the end of the bed.

“Two,” I answered as I let my head drop over the edge of the bed. I could see what the others were doing to Tony now, but I knew he was struggling to hold it together.

Sam tutted. “That doesn’t sound like nearly enough. I think we might need the vibrator boys.”

He went to the drawers and pulled out a small bullet vibrator. Bruce and Thor both lubed up their cocks and Bruce put pillows under my hips and eased his cock into my ass. Thor straddled my chest, pinning me to the mattress and pushed my tits around his thick shaft and slowly began to roll his hips. Sam gave Bruce the vibrator and he turned it on and pressed it onto my clit. The setting was low but it still made me buck up and moan loudly.

“Open up, princess,” Sam said.

I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock into my mouth.

Thus began one of the most intense sexual experiences I’ve ever had.

It started slow, Thor massaging my tits as he fucked them slowly, Bruce matched his pace as he fucked my ass and held the vibrator against my clit, and I sucked Sam’s cock. It very quickly escalated. Each man seemed to be spurred on by the others. Bruce started fingering me as he fucked me and Sam started fucking my throat.

The first orgasm hit quickly and Bruce upped the setting of the vibrator. I cried out and bucked under them and Thor sent a jolt through me making me come again. Each time I came they went harder and upped the buzz on the vibe. By the third my vision was going fuzzy thanks to the brutal pace they were setting. Bruce groaned and jerked hard into my ass coming inside me. He slipped out and Thor moved down and took his place. He was large and his cock stretched me painfully, but I was light-headed and fuzzy and I welcomed the pain. He upped the buzz on the vibrator and I came immediately.

Thor made an almost graphic squelching sound each time he thrust into me as Bruce’s come acted as a lubricant for his cock. Sam groaned and pulled back slightly as he came into my mouth, coating my tongue with thick, salty ropes of semen.

I moaned and swallowed it but Thor didn’t even seem close. Bruce and Sam stayed close to me as Thor kept fucking my ass. Sam massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples and Bruce took over with the vibrator leaving Thor free to just hold my hips and fuck my ass hard. One orgasm just blended into the next and I couldn’t focus on anything else. I screamed out and everything went black. When I came to Thor had moved me a little and was no longer inside me. “Oh good,” he said smiling. “Did we push you too far?”

I shook my head slowly.

“Good, because Tony is ready for you,” Thor said, gently and kissed me softly.

He moved away and I opened my arms. Tony crawled up between my legs. “I’m not gonna last long,” he said, apologetically as he eased inside of me.

I moaned. “Good.”

He chuckled and slowly rolled his hips as his body stayed pressed close to me. Everything ached but my cunt welcomed him. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight and we began to kiss. Everyone else was just sitting around us watching. Tony was right though, he was sitting right on the edge and it was only a minute before he groaned and was releasing inside me. I didn’t care that I didn’t come again. I had done more than enough of that. I hummed happily as he filled me and collapsed down on top of him.

“Was that it? Is she pregnant now?” Clint asked.

There was laughter in the group. “Takes a week or so, Clint,” Bruce said, with no patronization in the tone, just kindly educating his husband.

“It will, though, right?” Clint asked.

“They are both at peak fertility,” Thor said. “It still may not happen and I would recommend that Elise and Tony try again tomorrow. But it should work.”

I hummed and kissed Tony’s neck. “You hear that?”

He hummed in return. “Yeah. More sex or us.”

I giggled and nudged his cheek with my nose. “Not that part.”

He laughed and kissed me just under my ear. “Yeah. We’re gonna have another baby on the way.”

// NEXT

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judesommer · 4 years ago

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[ JUDE SOMMER. 36. FEMALE. SHE/HER] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 3 YEARS ] and are originally from [ SAN FRANCISCO, CA ]. They are a [ PARK RANGER ] and in their downtime love [ TRAVELING ] and [ JOURNALING ]. They look a lot like [ JENNY SLATE ] and live [ IN REDCLIFF ]

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wanted connections

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ABOUT JUDE

birthday:

may 13, 1985

sexuality:

bisexual

astrology:

taurus ☀, leo ☾, aquarius ↑

traits:

stubborn, friendly, calculated, adventurous, passionate, affectionate, resentful, closed-off, insightful, independent, quick-witted, resilient, private, self-assured, motivated, clumsy

aesthetic:

redwood trees, sundresses, farmer’s markets, sage green, curly hair, scribbled notebooks, airplane windows, mountain tops, old poetry, field of poppies, hiking boots, afternoon wine, hidden details, firecracker, canine cuddles, haunted

BIOGRAPHY

[ tw: drugs, abuse, abortion - brief mentions ]

jude cecilia sommer grew up san francisco with two other siblings and found her peace in poetry and towering trees. her only good childhood memories always revolved around walking through the redwood forests and feeling so small in a world so large. it made her world, her worries, her pain seem so insignificantly small. it was her safe haven.

her parents divorced when she was fairly young and her father was quick to move on to a different life of his own. jude, nor her siblings, every really fit so well in that new life, and soon enough, her father became a mere stranger. just a simple phone call on a birthday and an empty card. he remarried and had more children, but they never felt like family to jude.

she was raised by her mother, but the word raised was a term best used loosely. her mother was dependent on just about one too many things - men, drugs, her children, the list goes on.

in the earlier years of her youth, she remembered the hostile environment she and her siblings grew up in due to their mother’s abusive boyfriend. he’d take his anger out on all of them, her eldest brother especially, and their mother continued to stand by him. her excuse was that he paid their bills and kept food on their tables. they had to be grateful.

it was then at a very young that jude experienced resentment. though she hated the man in their house, she hated their mother more for allowing them to live this way. jude grew up angry.

there was a moment of peace in the sommer household the day the awful boyfriend decided to leave their mother. despite their mother struggling with her drug addiction, there was a moment where the weight of the world didn’t feel as heavy on jude’s shoulders. but it was short-lived, fleeting just like every other happy memory.

her mother found a new boyfriend to take care of them. he felt different than the others - nice, for starters, but jude was no fool. she knew the man was shady and did illegal business to keep food on their table. he later even got her eldest brother involved in that life.

jude wanted nothing to do with her mother and the chaos she brought. she went on a different path and self-funded her way through college. she focused on the one thing that brought her peace - the trees, parks, and nature. she went to school to study environment and parks in hopes of being a park ranger.

finally, jude had a life of her own. she made new friends, people who knew nothing of her past- and she kept it that way. jude even spent a few summers studying abroad in japan, catching the travel bug pretty early on. some of her fondest memories comes from her time in japan and she still practices japanese till this day.

jude worked hard and endlessly, always saving her money so she could do the things she wanted in life. she’d travel, backpack and stay in hostiles, all the while creating travel journals and documenting her time and studies in the places explored. japan, machu picchu in peru, iceland were among her favorite places.

jude was in a serious relationship when she was in college and it felt like love. then again, what did the girl know about love? they often traveled together and study abroad in the same places.

once she graduated, she took some time off to hike the pacific northwest trails alone. it was the most grueling, exhilarating, and beautiful experience. it felt liberating and she felt stronger than ever. it made her feel like she truly broke away from the mold of her family.

still riding that high, she and her boyfriend decided to elope. it felt right in the time.

jude became a park ranger and worked for the state of california and all the state parks as she focused on paying off her student loans.

not long after, she discovered her eldest brother had gone to prison. though she loved him dearly, she kept this under wraps just like everything else about her past. not even her husband knew. she’d find time on the weekends whenever her husband was working to visit her brother. she felt sympathy for him, knowing he wasn’t lucky enough to break from that mold like she had.

a year or so into her marriage, jude discovered she was pregnant. the concept of being a mother terrified her to her very core. she and her husband had talked about having children only a few times, mostly because jude would change the subject. he wanted a family and jude didn’t want to become her mother. without telling him of her pregnancy, jude made the decision to have an abortion.

but nothing stays secret forever. her husband eventually discovered she had an abortion and he was heartbroken. of course he wanted a family, but he also wanted a wife that was willing to confide in him about those things. she never told him her fears, doubts, or her past. she was practically a friend living beside him. jude tried to defend herself, but there was no defending it. her husband couldn’t move on from her decision and the disconnect between the two caused a huge wedge between them. they decided to divorce.

jude realized then her own protective decision was already pushing her on a similar path to her mother, but she refused to become her. jude, independent as ever, didn’t need anyone but herself. even though it caused a lot of heartache, jude doesn’t regret the abortion or the decision to split.

realizing the bay area no longer felt like home to her, jude decided to move to southern california to be closer to the prison her brother was in. she rented a small house in the silver lake area and moved to working at state parks outside of los angeles. it didn’t have the same feeling of towering trees, but the amazing hikes made it worthwhile.

her brother was eventually released from prison and currently lives with her until he can get back on his feet. it’s nice to have him away from san francisco and even nicer to have him not behind bars.

their mother later got clean from drugs and now lives life as a single woman, on some sort of spiritual journey. she tries to have a place in her children’s life, but jude hardly allows it. jude’s brother often tries to convince jude into forgiving their mother, but it never happens fully. she will go visit with him for holidays, and though she goes in holding her tongue, it almost always ends up in a fight between jude and her mother. both can never be quiet for too long and her mother will never own up to her mistakes. it drives jude mad.

though jude had endured a lot throughout her years, she continues to find peace in nature, travel, and journals. she focuses on the little things in life and finds joy where she can. all the while presenting herself like the moon in the sky, only half there for people to see.

HEADCANONS

jude truly doesn’t share much about her past, but doesn’t come off as secretive either. but even her closest friends might learn something new every day about her that they would normally know long before with anyone else.

she rents a small two bedroom home in the redcliff neighborhood and has decorated it to her liking. it’s important for her to feel at home.

jude has an australian shepheard dog named wickett - then name coming from a star wars character.

she enjoys spending her weekends at the farmer’s market, eating fruit, and day drinking wine.

jude is always hiking, journaling/writing, and reading books she has already read a thousand times. she’s a creature of habit.

she hasn’t been in a real relationship since her husband, only hookups and casual flings.

jude is jewish, but her family never paid much attention to religion. they celebrate the holidays and would attend service one day out of the year or so.

she has several scars on her legs and two on her arms from hiking the PNW trails.

she’s into cheesy and weird things - science fiction, conspiracy theories, paranormal stuff. she says, “it makes life exciting.”

to be added ....

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benny-chanda · 3 years ago

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The Seven Almost-Exes

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As soon as Bishan graduated, his father managed to secure him a job and an apartment. He even drove Bishan to his new place, then closed the door quickly, drove off, and didn’t contact his son till a year later on the 4th of July.

The apartment had nothing but a kitchen and a bathroom, and Bishan didn’t have enough money saved to buy a mattress.

First night he slept on the floor.

During his first shift he asked if he could get a small advance on his pay check.

Second night he slept on the floor.

Between his second night and his twentieth - when he finally got a mattress - Bishan often found himself in luck with one night stands.

Nothing serious, just a good night's sleep.

Despite his first love story with Emilia ending in shambles, Bishan still believed he could have something real. Katheryn was gorgeous, she loved to come to the bar to dance, she loved to dance with every bartender, among which Bishan.

She would have him take her home, ask him to talk Spanish to her. She called upon him whenever she needed him, at the most inconvenient of times. But he always had fun around her, they would go to dinner parties, the cinema, she would take him shopping. He could fall asleep with her in his arms and never have thought the better of it.

That was of course until he found out that she was doing a whole lot of illegal stuff. Once he found out though, he knew how to take advantage. Soon he had a flatscreen tv in his house, a new fridge and microwave, a closet for all of his stuff, the best mattress that was on sale, and a small couch. When he wanted a book or new clothes or anything else his materialistic heart could desire, he would simply ask her. And because she knew he knew, she would give it to him.

Then some day she disappeared.

Bishan to this day doesn’t know what happened to her, he just knows she never loved him.

When Bishan befriended Paul it had been over their mutual love for soccer. Most people in their direct vicinity only loved sports like Football - something that had completely confused Bishan at first, because the Spanish word for soccer is futbol - or Basketball.

He would invite him over to watch the game, they would discuss it while Bishan was cleaning or serving at work, and sometimes they would fall into other topics of conversation.

One thing led to another and before either of them realised it, they spent half the week at each other’s places.

And before Bishan knew it, he was in love.

To him, the relationship was exclusive, to jealous Paul, it was supposed to be, but while he had no trouble cheating and sleeping with other men, his fear was that Bishan would do something to hurt him instead.

One night when they were tangled up together he posed the question. “Are you only into men?”

Bishan had said, just as casually because he didn’t even think to ask why that was so important to Paul: “No, I don’t really care much. Guess that makes me bisexual or something.”

The next morning he had woken up alone in his apartment, and every time he saw Paul, the man acted as if Bishan meant nothing to him.

After Paul Bishan had been afraid to be open about liking men and women. He flirted with anyone who came at the bar, but he drew the line when it was men trying to get him to go home with them. He tried to not be into them, figured it was easier if he just solely dated women, if he only looked for those soft curves and clean faces.

Then there was Randy.

Randy who had long blonde curly hair, an angelic face, who danced as if the world wasn’t watching, and who always ordered drinks with a laugh on his face.

Randy who was trying his best to not be gay.

There was something about the both of them trying to not be something that was hard to ignore that drew Bishan to him, and Randy to Bishan. They kissed in secret, in the back of the store when nobody was watching.

Bishan helped - or at least tried to help - Randy accept this part of him, called him pretty boy, say the sweetest things as he began to think that things between the two of them turned into a more serious direction.

When Randy’s parents kicked him out of the house after he told them he was gay, he moved in with Bishan. It was almost too perfect.

Maybe that should’ve told Bishan something was wrong. But he was enjoying everything too much to question it.

The first time he discovered Randy in his bed with another man, he had forgiven him, despite the buried emotions that resurfaced. The second time he gave Randy an ultimatum: either they were exclusive or Randy would have to find somewhere else to stay.

Randy promised him that they were together, that it wouldn’t happen again.

And it didn’t for at least a month. Until while putting out the trash, Bishan found Randy making out with somebody in the dark alleyway. He left Randy’s stuff out at the front door and had the locks changed, no matter how often the handsome young man begged Bishan to take him back, Bishan stood his ground.

It took him a while to get back into the game, the idea of not being enough for one person to love, the idea that every time he thought he loved somebody, they never loved him back. It was also around that time that he met his ex from high school. It was easier to just be alone, to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and the great feeling of really connecting to someone.

Along came Mara.

Mara was the most gorgeous person he had ever seen, her curly black hair hung over her shoulders and she had a particular way of brushing it out of her face. Bishan fell into her arms whenever she said his name, so warmly.

He did everything for her.

He felt alive when he was with her, she matched his grins and when she heard of the things he did to blackmail people who came into the bar it drew a laugh from her lips. But never once did she admit to playing him.

When one night she came in with another man, Bishan had been confused. She shushed him when he had asked what was happening. But he realised quickly enough.

She told him eventually that she had been unsure about her fiance, she was scared of him hurting her. She didn’t seem to notice how much that was hurting Bishan. She was happy now, she wanted to be with the man she was supposed to marry, he would find someone, she was sure. And she kissed him for a last time before disappearing out of his life.

Lila wasn’t supposed to be more than just a friend. They met each other trying to blackmail the same shady guy, and from then on for the first time since forever: Bishan had a partner in crime. But not really crime, because it wasn’t really illegal what they were doing, or so the both of them agreed.

Eventually they did get into a more serious relationship, she was about a decade, maybe more, older than him. First she lived in her car, then she ended up living on his couch, eventually upgrading to next to him on the bed.

Bishan felt understood, while Lila didn’t talk about her past much, she did allow Bishan to lighten his heart. Things he had never really talked about before, she gladly listened to.

Bishan found that he was planning his future with her, which was a strange sensation, something he had never done before, at least not as serious as now.

Then one day Lila came to the bar, told Bishan that she had to go back to her husband and four kids, and left.

She also stole his tv.

Sandra, his co-worker, found him lonely and sad before their shifts started. She was supposed to be a rebound, but Bishan felt like he needed her, so he would constantly call upon her company, and Sandra enjoyed his attention.

For months she worked him, spent many moments together, was there for him whenever he needed someone. Bishan trusted her, even though she was also the one giving him the nickname Bis. He trusted her because she never seemed to judge, she shrugged when he did, she laughed when he laughed. They could grin at each other during shifts and already know what the other was thinking.

They were friends and lovers.

But Bishan should’ve never told her about what he did in his free time.

One day he was called into the office, where his boss told him that Sandra had come to him and told him about Bishan’s business. He was fired right on the spot, and when he got home, all his stuff was gone.

All Sandra had left him was a sleeping bag and some food in the fridge.

That was a few weeks before the Virus rapidly spread through the area.

#selfpara #sex mention tw #biphobia mention tw #homophobia mention tw #cheating tw #blackmail tw #//LAST ONE I PROMISE #//I HAVE GOTTEN ALL THE SADNESS OUT NOW

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⟨ karen gillan. cis female. she/her. ⟩ ↪ have you met euphemia heggins yet ? this thirty year old sagittarius has been living in the west hollywood area for two months. she makes a living as an interior designer, which works for their spontaneous, magnetic, manipulative, and aimless nature. sleep on the floor by the lumineers is one of phee’s favorite songs, and they're written by medusa, 24, pst, none.

biography:

phee grew up in a small village in scotland with her ‘father,’ her mother, and her four siblings. she is the middle child.

tw infidelity: technically, phee’s birth father was a secret lover of her mother’s. an affair that would be ruined by the pregnancy and phee’s birth. from the moment she was born, it was clear she didn’t belong to her mother’s husband. and since her real father was a family friend, her mother’s husband clued in real quick. phee’s mother broke off her affair and vowed to make up for her cheating by staying loyal in the marriage after that.

phee’s birth father didn’t really care to raise his daughter on his own, so she was left with her mother and adoptive father. from a young age, phee was told her mother’s husband was her birth father and that was that. all other siblings were his own blood.

tw neglect, emotional abuse: she always felt unwanted in her household, as if she were a burden. she was the black sheep. phee didn’t want to be, but she was. so she learned to accept facts.

eventually she found out why her mother treated her with regret and her father treated her as lesser. it was around her 14th birthday when she came across letters her mother had written to her birth father. using them, she managed to track the man down in england.

however, fairytale endings were never a possibility for the wide-eyed hopeful girl. her birth father said he didn’t want to be a dad, which is why he didn’t take her in. said he was busy, with his own family, his own life, and she’d be best returning home. to say it shattered whatever was left in phee’s heart was an understatement. the girl just stopped thinking people could ever love her.

she returned to her mother and adoptive father and her half siblings in defeat. she carried out her high school even though she was a wild child with a rebellious streak. she hardly attended and barely managed to get her diploma. after, she ran off from home and has since never returned to that undeserving household.

phee has traveled all over europe, doing a plethora of standard and odd jobs to make ends meet or experience new things. she’s restless, needing to be on the move constantly, never wanting to settle. not completely. because that requires trust in a stable home and a loving foundation. and phee’s learned her lesson.

she did, however, manage to pause the most when she met a lover in england. someone she wanted to be with, explore the world and stars with. but they abandoned her for their own adventure in self-growth, and phee carried on her travels.

she’s definitely the woman that can officiate marriage one minute and fly a plane the next. she’s got a whole list of licenses and capabilities and experience. everyone likes to joke if you’re looking for someone to pull the incredible off, you’re looking for phee.

in a way, phee has no idea what she’s doing. she’s just always escaping, never planning. right now, she’s just moved to los angeles and she’s been doing interior designing for about a year (with a good amount of recognition already since she started), but this time next year she could be a zookeeper or circus performer or special effects makeup artist. the point is: there’s never a boring moment in her life. but there’s also never a consistent moment, either.

phee is bisexual, homoromantic. she’s slept around with men, but she sticks to f/nb in terms of romance and relationships. doesn’t really need sex from her partners though to feel complete in a relationship.

is definitely the type to randomly show up at your house at 3am like ‘let’s go skydiving?? yeh??’ or take a roadtrip out of the city and back within a few hours just to go see the sunrise in another state. legit is spontaneous.

wanted connections:

roommates: open.

a half sibling: open (totally happy to see one come into play).

her birth father: open in the future (maybe he and his family moved from england to los angeles more recently or some time ago after she had visited him at 14 y/o).

childhood friend: open (born in scotland or nearby? and about her age).

best friend: open (have known each other at least 5+ years somehow. phee absolutely adores this person and if they were living in los angeles before she came over, then she definitely chose to visit them / decided to stick around a bit).

family friend/s: open.

coworkers (interior design/any similar occupation): open.

cousin/s: open.

sibling-esque friendship/s: open.

friends: open.

acquaintances: open.

la tour guide/etc: open (this person was one of the first folks phee met when she arrived in los angeles. they were the one that showed phee la: all the neat places locals go to, all the landmarks, all the best restaurants, etc. ever since, the two have kept in contact).

confidant/drinking buddy: open.

gym buddy: open.

rival (in her job/over a mutual friend): open.

enemy: open (maybe phee managed to rub this person the wrong way with her wild streak? could’ve accidentally slept with their partner and rip).

flings/one night stands/fwb (m, f, nb): open.

ex ( and crush ): taken ; rosaline lewis.

unrequited crush (on her): open.

someone she fangirls over: open (famous author, actor/actress, etc. she’s hella into their work and admires them as a person).

clients of hers: open (she makes their houses look hella).

penpal: open.

people she’s met in her travels/from other jobs she worked: open (literally go crazy with ideas ‘cause she’s done just about everything that’s remotely fun and she’s been to quite a few places - usually in europe but maybe one or two outside continents/countries).

mutual on social media: open (followed a while back, always like each other’s posts, and now they’re gonna bump into each other in person).

anything!

#ang.intro

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rowxnmoon · 5 years ago

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cal back at it again with another kid, except this sunflower isn’t exactly a kid akjfksd. in contrast to mars, ro is a softie. pls be gentle to him,,, or don’t mwahaha. uwu anywho, if you wanna plot feel free to reach out or message me on discord at @jeepers creepers #5103.

basics

name: rowan moon job: owner of moon gardens age: thirty-two gender: cismale pronouns: he/him sexuality: bisexual / biromantic birthday: august 29th zodiac: virgo personality type: mediator | infp pinterest board: HERE

regular order

jasmine tea with honey and a lemon tart

aesthetics

napping in a field of flowers with the sun warming you & a gentle breeze

a teeth-revealing smile that’s nearly as distracting as the smear of dirt on a softly flushed cheek

laying in the dark whispering secrets in the ear of a lover

theme song: flaws by bastille

all of your flaws and all of my flaws, when they have been exhumed we'll see that we need them to be who we are without them we'd be doomed

positive & negative

timid ( adj ) : showing a lack of courage or confidence; easily frightened.

sacchrine ( adj ) : excessively sweet or sentimental.

about

ro is the owner of moon garden, a flower shop just down the street from the deja brew that has been open for over a hundred years now. the shop is a family owned business and has a fairly small store front. yet, it is also one of the few stores that actually occupies a plot of land. in the back of the shop there's a door that leads outside where a vegetable garden grows and a large greenhouse that occupies the majority of the property.

he grew up in vancouver, bc with his immediate family. this included his mother, father, and two younger siblings. rowan helped his parents, who both worked, out with his siblings as he was seven years older than the middle child and nine than the youngest.

he was a very well-behaved kid and didn’t have any sort of desire to rebel in any case. the only time he got in trouble was when he ended up staying out too late looking for different types of plants or flowers in the woods by their house. it was their grandparents that got them into flowers and plants. his parents hadn’t expected him to take so quickly and be so passionate.

his immediate family would visit his father’s parents in los angeles during the summer for a week. they tried to go every year, though it got more and more difficult as everyone got older and got busy with extra curricular activities.

in rowan’s senior year of high school his grandfather fell ill. it was hard on the family, but especially his grandmother. she was left to try to run the shop as well as take care of her husband. in the beginning, it wasn’t so hard, except by the time ro’s graduation came around, things were going downhill quickly for his grandfather. despite the many offers and scholarships ro was offered for his soccer skills and fairly held up marks, he decided to move in with his grandparents to help out. only, two days before he was to drive down his grandfather passed.

he moved down regardless and settled into their grandmother’s guest room. his boxes remained unpacked for weeks following the move, the funeral and subsequent grief a burden on his shoulders as he tried to help out as best he could. slowly, and over a period of time, their grief turned to melancholy and sweet memories.

rowan worked under his grandmother for seven years until she decided to retire. during that time, ro took a college course on business in preparation of getting moon gardens signed over to him. he’s been the official owner of the shop for eight years now and is well known as the softest person in the street by the other business owners in the area. ( they also suspect he’s a vamp cause he literally looks like he’s 19 )

rowan is actually a really sweet person. he has an unfortunate habit of getting shy when a lot of attention is on him and suffers a bit from anxiety. it doesn’t impede on his ability to run the business, thank god. his passion for plants/flowers and desire to do good by his grandparents aids him greatly.

just wants to make people happy. often takes his lunch breaks at the deja brew, occasionally bringing a few flowers to hand out to any kids or elders or friends he meets.

lives in his own place now, his grandmother having moved to an old folks home. he visits her every tuesday, his only garuntee’d day off at the shop.

loves love and is a bit of a hopeless romantic. though, he has been too shy since his last break up to try to get back out there and date. the staff he employs as well as some of his friends tease him immensely and occassionally try to set him up with people.

loves animals so much, but is quite intimidated by dogs !! especially big ones !!

a soft bean !! be gentle !! ( or don’t uwu )

if you wanna make him blush, it’s p easy tbh

#hqbrew:intro #| not as intense as mars' but here is rowan !!

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what books did u get ? i rly need to get back into reading more now school is over

oh man. so I’ll give you what I bought & then I’m also gonna throw in some similar books that I have already read just because I can actually vouch for the quality of those

(brief note that my main qualifications when I was looking for books, besides not wanting YA, was that 1. they were not about straight cis white men and/or 2. they had particular appeal to one of the areas of sf&f that I have a particular fondness for and/or 3. they cost under five bucks. so there’s a lot of diverse lit, and a lot of novellas, and a lot of urban fantasy wizards who are also detectives/rebellious angels and or demons/necromancy/dragons/stuff that is explictly Lovecraftian adaptations but takes the piss out of Lovecraft/anything on this list/anything published by Tor)

new books that I have read:

(coming back to update this as I get through these books)

the Lovelace & Wick series by Jennifer Rainey – this is the Demon Husbands one I’ve been yelling about. Two gentleman demons in love – a Faustian tempter and a bringer of catastrophes – are growing increasingly dissatisfied with the work they do for hell, while also being forced to contend with new and dangerous enemies. Set in a vaguely-steampunk 1890s Massachusetts. Also includes monster-hunting steampunk scientist lesbian wives.

Deadline by Stephanie Ahn – fourteen months after a disastrous failed ritual, disgraced blood witch Harrietta Lee gets offered a ridiculously lucrative job quietly recovering a stolen artifact for a young member of a powerful magical family, and promptly finds out that this is too good to be true. Also she keeps meeting scary, hot women. Instantly the only wisecracking urban fantasy PI named Harry that my heart has any room for. (This one’s a bit Spicier than my usual fare but the author actually includes a list of content warnings including page numbers at the front of each book, which you can view with the preview option on the Amazon page.)

Hammers on Bone by Cassandra Khaw – A kid hires London PI John Persons to kill his stepfather. The first catch is that the stepfather is a Lovecraftian horror. The second catch is that Persons is too. This is like, the noir-est horror I’ve ever read and that’s something I am very into.

The Haunting of Tram Car 015 by P. Djeli Clark – An urban fantasy police procedural set in an alternate 1912 Cairo, in which two government officials are sent to deal with a strange, malevolent spirit in the midst of political upheaval as Egypt’s women demand universal suffrage. There’s a free short story prequel to this on tor.com called “A Dead Djinn in Cairo“ that’s worth reading first.

Three Parts Dead by Max Gladstone – high fantasy with a black protagonist, in which Tara Abernathy, a disgraced magic user and rookie associate in an internationally renowned necromancy firm, is assigned to resurrect a city’s murdered patron fire god – but first, with the help of a chain-smoking priest and a vampire-addicted servant of Justice Herself, she has to track down his killer.

River of Teeth by Sarah Gailey – in an alternate history where the 1910 “Hippo Bill” passed, Winslow Remington Houndstooth, an ex-rancher out for revenge, is hired to travel north with a ragtag crew – a con artist and pickpocket, a demolitions expert with a proclivity for poisoning, the most dangerous contract killer in the country, and the very man who ruined his life – and take on the dangers of the massive swamp that was once the Mississippi river, a place ruled over by deadly feral hippos and a homicidal riverboat gambling king.

or, essentially, a swamp-based heist Western with a cast including a British-East Asian bisexual man, a black nb person, an unashamedly fat woman, and a pregnant Latina lesbian, and also their pet hippos. Listen just go ahead and get the version with both stories in it

Silver in the Wood by Emily Tesh – Tobias has lived in the woods as long as anyone can remember; long enough that the nearby town tells stories of the Green Man, the spirit-king of the forest, who dwells in the trees. These stories are truer, and far more dangerous, than anyone but Tobias knows – so when friendly, handsome, curious Henry Silver buys up the neighboring Greenhollow Hall and starts investigating the local folklore, Tobias will have to decide whether to sacrifice the only life he has known for centuries, or the first person he has loved in all that time.

not-new books that I have read:

idk if you don’t know about the Wayfarers series, the first of which is The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet, but it is an absolutely stellar bit of sci-fi very much based around ideas of found family and discovering your own identity and place in the universe and love and compassion and stories based around sweet slice-of-life stuff in a scifi universe with lots of fun aliens and it is so very queer and so very heartwarming and all three books (which each have different casts, although the characters in all three are connected to one another and sort of cameo across all the books) are fantastic.

Urban Dragon by J.W. Troemner – Dragons are supposed to be ruthless, unpredictable, deadly, selfish creatures. So why is it that Rosa Hernandez seems to be able to keep her best friend Arkay in check? How did Arkay, a shape-changing dragon with lightning at her command, end up being found alone and starving and with no memory of her past by a homeless woman? And as evidence mounts that someone is hunting down supernatural beings, who can they trust? (I stumbled across this while looking for urban fantasy on TV Tropes and BOY am I glad I did. Good if you like close friendships between queer women or the enemies-to-lovers trope)

The Merry Spinster by Daniel Mallory Ortberg – of course I was going to read Daniel Ortberg’s short story collection, are you kidding me. Not “””darker””” fairy tale retellings, but fairy tales as often very surreal, psychological horror. Read this if you want to totally ruin “The Velveteen Rabbit” for yourself.

The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker – historical fantasy set in the early-20th-century Orthodox Jewish and Middle Eastern immigrant communities of NYC, about the strange friendship that springs up between a bitter jinn trapped in a mortal body and a masterless golem living among humans. and it gave me feelings.

The Ballad of Black Tom by Victor LaValle – a retelling of H.P. Lovecraft’s short story “The Horror at Red Hook” from the perspective of a black man. One of the better pieces of horror I have ever read.

Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff – a very different take on a similar concept to The Ballad of Black Tom, wherein a mid-century black Midwestern family find themselves mixed up in the plans of a bunch of cultists and set out to disentangle themselves from this whole cosmic-horror mess. Apparently Jordan Peele is adapting this into a TV show, so I’m stoked for that.

new books that I have not read:

(& also a couple that are just books I want, and some that I just haven’t read yet but got free from the Tor monthly ebook club, which is very much worth joining)

Armed in Her Fashion by Kate Heartfield– I’m just going to let the official blurb speak for this one because there is absolutely no way I could improve on it

The Black God’s Drums by P. Djeli Clark – New Orleans-based steampunk fantasy about an airship captain and a stowaway who talks to orishas.

Rupert Wong, Cannibal Chef by Cassandra Khaw – Apparently several authors have written standalone works in this series, and Cassandra Khaw’s aren’t chronologically the first, but I love Cassandra Khaw and “chef for ghouls and pencil-pusher for the Ten Chinese Hells is forced to solve an inter-pantheon murder mystery” just sounds so good to me.

Bones and Bourbon by Dorian Graves – Cursed half-huldra PI is forced to help out his little brother and the demon who shares his body, and then everything goes wrong. Feat. carnivorous unicorns.

Labyrinth Lost by Zoraida Cordova – reluctant bruja attempts to rid herself of her magic and instead plunges her entire family into magical trouble. YA.

Robbergirl by S. T. Gibson – WLW retelling of The Snow Queen from the perspective of the bandit princess. YA.

Passing Strange by Ellen Klages – slightly-fantastical historical lesbian noir novella set in the burgeoning 1940s gay club scene in San Francisco.

The Black Tides of Heaven by JY Yang – admittedly caught my eye because the cover art reminded me of Moribito, which I adore. East-Asian-inspired epic fantasy which I believe has a nonbinary protagonist.

Rosemary and Rue by Seanan McGuire – I’ve been neglecting getting around to October Daye way, way too long considering how much I love Seanan McGuire and urban fantasy, but my mom started reading this and that pushed me over the edge because damn it, yes I want to read her take on the Wizard Detective genre that I have such a weakness for.

The Traitor Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson – this was recommended to me in a Tumblr post listing interesting, diverse fantasy, and I’ve been into high fantasy political intrigue lately.

The Paper Magician by Charlie N. Holmberg – came across this in a Twitter thread about fantasy worlds with unconventional and interesting magic systems. A newly graduated student of magic is bitter about being sent to learn paper-crafting magic rather than working with metal, until Murder Stuff Happens. YA.

Miranda in Milan by Katharine Duckett – queer fantasy sequel to The Tempest, with Miranda as protagonist.

Witchmark by C. L. Polk – post-WWI gaslamp fantasy MLM romance about a male witch in hiding, working as a doctor; the reviews seem to indicate people think it’s more ‘delightful’ than ‘literary’ but apparently it is pretty fucking delightful.

In the Vanisher’s Palace by Aliette de Bodard– East Asian WLW retelling of Beauty and the Beast and also one of them is a dragon.

Winter Tide by Ruthanna Emrys – another one of the rash of new Lovecraft adaptations that are turning perspectives around, this being one where the citizens of Innsmouth are the protagonists. Also has a really good short story prequel you can read for free on tor.com.

also I just feel like mentioning that I’m stupidly excited for Gideon the Ninth by Tamsin Muir to come out this fall because the review they’ve decided to put at the top of every blurb is “Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted gothic palace in space!” (not my exclamation mark) and I don’t know how anyone could more perfectly craft something to my tastes.

#bobbie recommends things #astronauticality #asks #my posts

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Ivan Stanislav - a male ballet dancer from Bulgaria, currently training at the Paris School of Dance. Ivan becomes close friends with Kady Tyler when she comes to train at the school and helps her turn things on their ear. Ivan is bisexual, he’s not too particular about what he gets either.

Envy - Envy is an older character of mine, she is a multi-media artist working with found pieces of metal, plastic or plaster and paints/oils/markers and sometimes even glass. She lives in St. Louis but she’s had a few shows in New York recently as well. Her art is generally in full installations that have some message hidden somewhere in all of their chaos. Her real name is Juliet, but she prefers to call herself Envy, and dyes her hair to match it.

Chloe Danvers - 16-year-old pop princess, generally she sounds like Hillary Duff, Taylor Swift and Hailee Steinfeld (and a few others). Chloe’s music career started when she was 5, singing in church and performing in any way she could. She was “discovered” at 13 when she was standing at a bus stop singing along with a song out loud and a producer gave her a business card. After her stepfather got a little too verbally abusive towards her, she left home and sought out the producer, choosing to emancipate herself and take her life into her own hands. She’s mostly lived on her own on the road, loves fashion and meeting her fans. She met her boyfriend Rob when she was 15 when he “saved” her from her tour manager’s wandering hand, he broke the man’s wrist. Because of their age difference, they’ve never done anything sex related but have a close intimacy on other levels. Shortly following their first interaction, Rob became the head of her security team and keeps a very close eye on her. Chloe has been in the market for a new record company and is looking directly at Revolver, though she’s not been able to get ahold of them yet.

Rijikill Paelyae - I’ve been having a bit of an issue with Ryki for several years, mostly because the man I originally used for him is kind of a jerk when it comes to certain types of fans, and it really grated on my nerves. The character is still up there, he’s still very much an existent character but he can’t continue to look like his original model. So...I’ve been trying to find someone else. The character of Ryki Paelyae is the middle son of a Finnish family with ties to an ancient vampire king named Arturri Illmarnen. Ryki has older twin brothers Kane and Bazie and a younger sister, Josefina and an older half-brother, Martin. Originally on the run from Los Angeles years ago, he met Kristy Summers and fell into a whirlwind romance that would have been the perfect fairytale had several hitmen not been hired to kill him. They took Ryki back to LA but ended up deciding not to kill him. He was left in a warehouse and ultimately became a car thief, staying around LA for several years before he moved to Illinois when one of his friends lost his husband in the war and needed some support. His job moved with him, but when Ryki finds his love in the same area, he ends up having to decide whether he wants to remain a criminal or follow his other dreams of marrying the beautiful girl with the pixie haircut and become the musician he always knew he could be. (His music style is primarily the 69 Eyes). I’m hoping Richard Armitage will work, if it doesn’t I’ve got to figure out a man who has a medium build, blue eyes, dark hair, 5 to 6 inches tall.

Finally, Naveed Asir - Sasan’s younger brother, Naveed or Navi is a gender fluid model with little to no attachment to pronouns, you can call him whatever you really want to and he’ll respond to it. He’s about as gay as his brother, though he has a bit more of an ability to do “manly” things. He lives somewhere in Massachusets but comes down to New York and Los Angeles when he’s working. Despite appearances, he’s not as loud and flamboyant as most people would think, Sasan covers most of that for him. Navi was born with a bone condition that caused his bones to grow a bit longer than they were supposed to, so he looks a bit more unusual than the average person. He’s used his strange appearance to his advantage, working hard to be a model despite what some would consider being a disability. Navi recently signed with Ezra Coll’s Silver Age Modeling.

#Ezra Miller #Jyrki69 #Richard Armitage #kiernan shipka #lorde #igor kolomiyets

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gws201-blog · 6 years ago

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Graduating High School.. Nine Months Pregnant?

20 Pop Culture Stereotypes We Must Debunk (Because They’re Fucking Stupid)

1. Race determines class

“White people were equated with richness and land” (Williams, pg. 431). Who’s to say you can’t be a person of color and also be loaded?! Sure, the Real Housewives have women of color who are ~loaded~, but the majority of shows depict non-white individuals and families as poor. Have you ever seen the TV show Everybody Hates Chris? The whole show is about a poor, African American family living in Brooklyn, NY—constantly worrying about money. Their father, Julius, is even so tight on money that he kept a picture of himself in his own wallet to keep as a reminder to not spend money. Shows like this may be hilarious, but continual negative portrayal of race and class hurts those who are included in the stereotype.

2. Race determines education level

“Members of society are judged, and succeed or fail, measured against the characteristics that are held by those privileged (Wildman & Davis, pg. 111).” Why do we put less pressure on some people to go to college, and others are just assumed they’ll go, or maybe it’s assumed they’ll never even finish high school? How can we look at a 16-year-old black high school student and compare them to a white 16-year-old student, and think that we have enough information to label one of them as academically frivolous, and one as a failure?

3. Race determines actions

Being white will never make you an angel, being a person of color will never make you dangerous. The media constantly portrays black people to carry guns, Middle Eastern people to be terrorists, and white people to be trashy, yet, more responsible with guns…? However, according to Chris Wilson with Time, mass shootings from the past 35 years were overwhelmingly white, male shooters. So why do we allow the media to make it look as if the white man is innocent in shows and movies, when in reality they’re the ones who are dangerous?

4. Race determines where you live

Similar to race determining your class, race also doesn’t dictate where someone lives. For example, in the show Shameless, a white family is actually living in the poor, “ghetto” area of town that they refer to as the South Side. However, back to Everybody Hates Chris as I mentioned prior, TV loves to show people of color living in shitty places as if it’s normal. We can’t let the world tell us you must live within constraint or restriction because of your skin; it’s 2018—love thy [literal] neighbor, dammit.

5. Class determines your future, or lack-there-of

“Everyone knows that money brings privilege” (Wildman and Davis, pg. 111). Sure, it can. I won’t pretend that money doesn’t make it easier to afford things such as college. People act like student loans don’t exist, that grants don’t exist, FAFSA (even though they suck, but it’s whatever), loans, etc. do.not.exist.But these are excuses. Millions of students who are set up for failure because they can’t afford college or because their parent’s don’t have the money, but that doesn’t stop them.

6. Class determines your likelihood to end up an addict

Face it—TV either depicts drug/alcohol addicts as either extremely poor, or extremely rich. No one ever seems to care about a middle-class addict. What’s worse though, assuming that being rich or poor increases your likelihood to be an addict, or by not paying as much attention to addicts who are neither of these classes. The rich have money to blow on, well, blow…. and the poor just somehow are expected to be more likely to hang out with the wrong crowd, try a drug once, and then do everything and anything they can in order to get money to keep on getting the drug—none of this is something that we should stereotype.

7. Class determines the likelihood you’ll get pregnant at a young age

Your class and status don’t determine when you have sex and if you’re using protection, your decision to have sex without protection or situations of birth control failure are how you get pregnant at a young age (I’m leaving out situations of rape from this so I don’t write a novel). According to studies done by the US National Library of Medicine, socioeconomic status doesn’t determine the age you get pregnant at, but may determine to different pregnancy and birth complications due to lack of money to afford things such as healthcare, diapers, medicine, etc.

8. Being feminine means you’re gay

“The new man is non-sexist, believes in gender equality and relates to women as human beings” (Milestone and Meyer, pg. 116). Apparently, the ‘new man’ is seen as a gay man to many. What even is femininity? A guy isn’t gay for wearing pink, giving a shit about how he looks, having female friends, or for his hobbies—I personally appreciate a man who takes care of his appearance, shows his feelings, ya know, showers and stuff. Kidding—I promise I have higher standards than a guy just showering. But anyways, what I’m trying to say is that none of these surface-level features give anyindication that a man is gay. And if he is, who even cares?!

9. Being masculine means you’re a lesbian

*See #8*

Kidding, but really. Stop judging people based on how they look, dress, act, whatever.

10.Gay people are promiscuous

First off, not your business. Second, you can just as easily say something dumb like that girls in sororities are sluts (trust me, I was in one and I got this comment a handful of times). I don’t even know how this stereotype came about, but I know that my gay friends joke about it al the time. If your gay friends make a joke about it, cool, it’s funny to talk about his “dick appointment”, but it’s different between a good friend making a statement, and you being an assumptive asshole.

11.Gay people have HIV aids

Every commercial I’ve ever seen on TV about medical treatment for HIV only show gay couples. According to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, gay and bisexual males are more susceptible to getting HIV because they tend to have anal sex, sometimes unprotected, which then puts them at serious risk. Sorry not sorry, but these commercials can’t just pretend straight couples don’t have unprotected anal sex. HIV doesn’t discriminate, so neither should we.

12.Gay people can’t have children

I don’t even know where to begin with this one. How do women who can’t conceive have children? Adoption, IVF, surrogate—there’s tons of options, and these are options for gay couples as well.

13.Gay people can’t be religious

There’s this notion that gay people must not believe in God because some people believe that homosexuality is a sin—even though God definitely says to love thy neighbor and that he loves all of his children, aka all of us. Shows such as Modern Familyare great examples of this. A gay couple, Cam and his husband Mitchell, attend church and even take their adopted daughter, Lily, with them. Sure they live in California where there’s more acceptance, but the fact that the show even displays this is great for ending this stereotype by showing it as normalized.

14.Teen moms won’t graduate

I talk about Shamelessand Teen Moma lot, but hey, they’re perfect examples for a lot of these stereotypes. Shamelesssupports this stereotype by showing a 15 year old named Debbie who gets pregnant and drops out of high school. !!!BUT!!! Debbie eventually gets her GED and becomes a certified welder. Hell yeah. Teen Mom, which is a reality show, rarely shows teens graduating or getting any type of certification to better their education. Girls who are in similar situations may see this and be like “well shit, if they didn’t finish school and they’re fine, I’m not finishing either!”— then the girl and her baby daddy end up relying on their parents for everything. I graduated with a girl who was nine months pregnant, literally about to pop, and now she’s a young mom, yes, but she got to go on and attend college and is almost finished with her degree. By supporting pregnant teens and giving them the push they need, they can attempt to better their future and give their baby a great life (not that it won’t be great without education, but you know what I mean).

15.Teen pregnancy is easy & fun

If you’ve seen Teen Mom, you know that teen pregnancy isn’t easy. Yes, the show does glorify it sometimes by being like “oh, get pregnant at 16, you’ll get on TV!!!!” but they also show the raw, uncut scenes of the girls and couples hardcore struggling. Imagine missing class, missing prom, missing fun experiences you could be having with your friends when you’re not even twenty years old. Imagine the judgment by friends, family, and strangers because they assume you weren’t being careful. There’s a lot more to being a teen mom than being on TV and picking out cute baby clothes—don’t let TV and the media make you think you should get pregnant for fun.

16.Teen parents = unfit parents

I’ll be honest, this is a stereotype that I’ve believed for a long time. Teens are young, haven’t experienced life yet, aren’t fully educated, and aren’t always very mature—so why would they make good parents? Good question. Answer: no one is ever ~ready~ for their first kid. If you’ve never had children before, you’re in the same position as everybody else who has also never had kids. It doesn’t matter if you’ve babysat for years or if you have a college degree, having your first child isn’t something anyone can fully prepare for. You can have money, buy the best diapers, whatever, but you’ll still be learning how to care for the baby day by day no matter what age you are.

17.Trans people are confused

“you’re confused”

“it’s a phase”

“you’re just gay.”

-all quoted from a dumb ass, probably

For this, let’s go back to Linda Alcoff’s “The Problem Of Speaking For Others”. You don’t know how someone realized they weren’t the gender assigned to them at birth. You don’t know how they feel in their own skin every day. You don’t know the hardships and troubles and braveryit took for them to come to terms with being trans and be open about it to others. If you speak for them and try to say “oh, she’s confused” or “he’ll grow out of it”, all you’re doing is demeaning them, belittling them, and you’re lying to yourself and to them. Being trans isn’t easy. Support your trans friends or coworkers or whoever, and let them know that they’re always welcome in your life as they are.

18.Trans people are drag kings/queens

Similar to the last stereotype, being trans isn’t something you dress up in for fun and then change out of later. Anyone can dress in drag, not just transgender people. As Janet Mock discussed in Redefining Realness, drag can empower people and make them feel pretty and good about themselves. However, it doesn’t make you trans just because you partake in drag.

19.Trans people are predators

“Can you be guaranteed to find a public bathroom that is safe and equipped for you to use? (Taylor, pg. 296). Think about it—there’s a higher chance of a trans person being assaulted by someone because of who they are than a cisgender person being attacked in a bathroom by someone who’s trans. As much as I hate to get into this—I’ll be brief. No, trans people aren’t creeps. No, they’re not lying about their identity. No, they do not want to use the female restroom for ANY other reason aside from beingfemale.

20.Being who you are is easy

“We tend to forget the thousands of minute decisions that consciously construct the artificial world that has been created” (Smith, pg. 128). Though this quote is about movies, it’s true for real life. We make decisions every day that can drastically alter our lives. The thing is, we make these decisions in order to please others; we make choices that define us once we think about how it impacts others, what they’ll think, and what the worst-case scenario of these decisions may be. This is where it becomes difficult to be who you are. It’s hard to be yourself when you’re worried about what other people think more than you worry about yourself and your happiness. Put yourself first, worry about yourself, and make yourself proud—fuck everything else.

Citations

Alcoff, Linda. “The Problem of Speaking for Others.” Cultural Critique, no. 20, 1991, p. 10., doi:10.2307/1354221.

Bornstein, Kate, and Evin Taylor. Gender Outlaw: on Men, Women, and the Rest of Us. Vintage Books, 2016.

“HIV and Gay and Bisexual Men Understanding HIV/AIDS.” National Institutes of Health, U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, 5 Apr. 2018, aidsinfo.nih.gov/understanding- hiv-aids/fact-sheets/25/81/hiv-and-gay-and-bisexual-men.

“Making Systems of Privilege Visible.” Making Systems of Privilege Visible, by Stephanie M Wildman and Adrienne D Davis, p. 111.

Milestone, Katie, and Anneke Meyer. Gender and Popular Culture. Polity, 2012.

Min, Kim. Socioeconomic Status Can Affect Pregnancy Outcomes and Complications, Even With A Universal Healthcare System. U.S. National Library of Medicine, National Institute of Health, 5 Jan. 2018, www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5756361/.

Mock, Janet. Redefining Realness: My Path to Womanhood, Identity, Love & so Much More. Simon & Schuster, 2015.

Smith, Greg M. “It's Just a Movie: A Teaching Essay for Introductory Media Classes.” Cinema Journal, vol. 41, no. 1, 2001, p. 128., doi:10.1353/cj.2001.0025.

Williams, Claudette. Gal... You Come From Foreign. McGraw Hill, 2002.

Wilson, Chris. “Mass Shootings in the US: See 35 Years in One Chart.” Time, Time, 2 Oct. 2017, time.com/4965022/deadliest-mass-shooting-us-history/.

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elizas-writing · 6 years ago

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We’re about 3 months away until the long anticipated release of the one, the only, the extraordinary, Kingdom Hearts III! Almost 14 years of waiting with about a dozen side games and HD re-releases are finally building up to this grand moment for video game fans. And like most other fans out there, I needed a serious catch up to remember all the convoluted lore and relive all the good times and bad with our favorite Keyblade wielders and Disney team members.

Since I don’t have all of the games on hand, much less the time to play the ones I own, I went to the wonderful world of YouTube and over the course of two months binged through about 30 hours of content, right from the very beginning! It was so much fun to relive all the series highlights, finally watch the newer content in the HD re-releases, and pick up on the little details I missed the first time around. And I thought I’d share some of the wonderful thoughts going on in my head during my binge.

Without further ado, here are Eliza’s silly but honest taglines, asides, observations, and comments of the Kingdom Hearts series!

Kingdom Hearts

The OG most ambitious crossover

I’ve been in this world for three hours and CAN’T FIND THE NEXT CHECKPOINT.

I know we jab at Chain of Memories for its awful gameplay, but I legit-erally didn’t finish the Atlantica world cause I had no idea where the fuck to go next. Even for a 2002 game, the mechanics were a nightmare sometimes.

Sometimes having every other world set up like a labyrinth is too much work than it’s worth.

Seriously, you have to talk to Aerith a million times to get Curaga. How the fuck were you supposed to know that without the Internet or a strategy guide??

Came for the bizarre mix of Disney and Final Fantasy– stayed for the characters and mildly convoluted story.

Just gonna add this in with the other “the power of friendship” crap I love.

Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories

Worst. Fucking. Fighting. System. EVER.

You ever wonder how the board meeting went for this game?

“So it’s, like, 50% the same game again, but shitty.”

I’m here to button mash, not strategize like Magic the fucking Gathering

This is the one where all the hot villains show up, right?

Just don’t let Axel’s bad boy facade fool you. He’s a finger guns bisexual with bad dad jokes.

10/10 will steal your girlfriend, boyfriend and nonbinary significant other

Every time someone says “memory,” take a shot.

Also, are we never gonna talk about where Pluto went with that letter? Are we supposed to accept he just comes and goes however he pleases?

Kingdom Hearts II

The best one. You can’t change my mind.

One man’s convoluted revenge scheme at the cost of, like, 5 teenagers’ mental well-beings.

I’ve only known Roxas for 6 days, but if anything happens to him, I’ll kill everyone in this room and then myself.

So Ansem wasn’t really Ansem. You see, he was this scientist’s apprentice who– aaaaaand I’m lost.

If your fandom experience at this point didn’t include calling Xemnas “Mansex” or listening to Dr. Bombay’s “My Sitar” to cope with Demyx’s 2nd boss battle, you did it all wrong.

We all made fun of Demyx for needing a notecard for his mission, but my work desk is a cluster of reminders and sticky notes, so I can’t judge anymore.

The beginning of the longest, most painful wait for a sequel.

I’m sure Haley Joel Osment is a chill dude, but who the fuck allowed him to sing?

Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days

Area Man Tries to Balance Life Between Work, Broken Marriage, and Two Adopted Kids in Existential Crises

Spoiler Alert: It ends horribly for everyone involved

When the realization set in that he became a father

Saix being a bitch

Family drama

Seriously, Saix, the last time I saw a man this pissy about his friend spending time with someone else was The Road to El Dorado. And Tulio and Miguel were supposed to be a gay couple.

Well, that was a depressing ass backstory on why Roxas has two Keyblades

“Who am I?!”

Anyone out there still calling Xion a Mary Sue better apologize to my daughter in the next five seconds.

The Organization’s HR complaint box probably looks like a tornado blew through it…

At least they seem to have good enough health insurance since their youngest members tend to fall into month long comas.

Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep

Remember when Xehanort was a scientist’s apprentice who went AWOL? Think again, bitch!

The point where you realize this is all just a long, cruel, brutal DnD campaign

It’s best if you just don’t get emotionally invested in any of the characters. No one has a happy ending.

How one man’s total lack of self-awareness and critical thought dooms the universe

No, seriously, I’m sorry, Terra is a massive idiot. Master Xehanort doesn’t even have to try hard to manipulate Terra; he’s just that goddamn dense and does a lot of stupid shit on his own. These are facts.

I can’t even handle the secondhand embarrassment of his Neverland visit where he thinks Peter Pan is after the light when he was guarding a literal treasure chest, like, that’s just too dumb.

I still love him and wish him a wonderful redemption, and he definitely didn’t deserve losing his friends, family and his free will, but there were so many avoidable stupid disasters if he didn’t just blindly trust the wrong people.

Terra is the physical embodiment of “I am not a clever man.”

Forget the darkness in his heart– I’m more concerned about how many worms are eating his brain.

Terra, this bitch just asked you to cut out the heart of a 14-year-old girl, and you just went “chill.” Did you already forget your last oopsie with Aurora?

Loving mother left to clean up her husband and son’s messes…. all of them…

She’s about a couple steps away from becoming a wine mom to get through this shit.

As you can see, the main difference between Ventus and Roxas is that one is a literal ray of sunshine who did nothing wrong, and the other is a mass of anxiety who says “fuck” more often than he’s allowed to.

Kingdom Hearts: Coded

The one everyone forgets existed.

Guys, I just wanted to know what Mickey’s letter said. I didn’t ask for another whirlwind adventure.

The most outrageous excuse for a midquel, but dammit that last bit in Castle Oblivion… I’m gonna need a moment to recollect myself.

Yeah, if this bit didn’t get you emotional, get out of my house.

What do you fucking mean Xehanort isn’t fucking dead??

Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance

Wait a minute, all Terra and Aqua had to do for their Mark of Mastery was hit some balls and spar each other. Why do Sora and Riku need to go through coma nightmares and fever dreams??

Just… just give up questioning the lore…

So Ansem the Wise made a copy of his computer, and that’s a sleeping world where Jeff Bridges exists, I– I’m done.

And if this didn’t break your heart just a little bit, we can’t be friends.

Had the potential to just be Kingdom Hearts III if Nomura wasn’t too deep in perfecting those renders

We’re gathered here today in the bonds of just a couple of guys being dudes.

But seriously, there is zero heterosexual explanation behind Sora and Riku’s Sound Ideas coming together to make “Dearly Beloved.”

So is Ienzo really gonna gloss over the fact Lea stood by while a clone sucked out his life force? … Okay…

I’m still bothered by the fact Young Xehanort and Haida from Aggretsuko have the same English voice actor, because they’re total opposite energies.

Kingdom Hearts X [chi] Back Cover

“Traitor!”– Ben Solo-Organa, Star Wars VII: The Force Awakens

I’m surprised no one took a step back and said “Guys, maybe the Master was fucking insane and trying to dupe us all with this Book of Prophecies shit.”

I’m sorry, I can’t trust anything the guy says or does. He put his FUCKING EYEBALL IN A KEYBLADE FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES.

Not to mention, he purposefully made them keep their roles a secret from each other which made misunderstandings pile on top of each other, like, dude!

I’m sticking to the theory that there was never a traitor, and he just pulled this out of his ass for the drama of it all.

Does no one in these games sit down and talk through their problems like normal people do? Again, worms in the brains…

Friendly reminder that cute Keyblade wielder avatar you made likely died in the Keyblade War.

I have nowhere near enough time to wade through like 900 quests worth of content in an ongoing game, and I don’t know how much I’ll need for Kingdom Hearts III…

Like, apparently Ven time traveled?? The fuck??

“What’s in the box?!”

Kingdom Hearts 0.2 Birth by Sleep A Fragmentary Passage

If you thought that title was a mouthful, wait for the onslaught of feelings!

“The things I do for love.”– Courage, Courage the Cowardly Dog

The most beautiful and emotional game demo in the universe

I wanna eat all the rocks

I just want my wife to come home and be able to rest.

“Please, God, just let me have one good day?”

“Oh my God, you again?? Give it a rest buddy!”

Kingdom Hearts III is RIGHT there! I can see it, I can taste it, I can smell it, it’s so goddamn close that I can hear the angelic choir singing Kumbaya. I haven’t been teased this bad since BBC Sherlock series 3.

Kingdom Hearts III (based on all current information from trailers and conventions)

You get Norted, and YOU get Norted! Everyone gets Norted!!

Impractical zippers and belts are so 2005. Now everything is about plaid and excess buttons.

“I want to see my little boy (Here he comes) I want to see my little boy!”

What is he doing? His best. Also, get a load of the detail work on his hands.

Xion and Naminé are on the box art, so they have to be in the game, BUT WHY AREN’T THEY IN THE TRAILERS YET? WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTERS?

“The ending is going to be difficult for fans to handle.” I’m sorry, Nomura, but I forgot how to read for a moment there and will be in a horrible state of denial for the next three months.

If you’re calling that Heartless doll your waifu, congratulations, you’d be the first to die in a horror movie.

For fuck’s sake, it’s emitting black smoke and has the penetrating eyes of death. It must be burned.

And there you have it, folks! Most every silly thought that went through my wonderful brain through my Kingdom Hearts binge! It was worth putting off many of my other shows to refresh my memory on the lore— as contrived as it is multiple times—, see all my favorite characters, relive the greatest moments, and get pumped for what’ll come next in Kingdom Hearts III. I can already tell it’s going to be a great one, and I can’t wait to start playing!

Funny Observations of the #KingdomHearts Series We're about 3 months away until the long anticipated release of the one, the only, the extraordinary, Kingdom Hearts III!

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WARNING! Character has a dark demeanor, read at your own risk! This bio isn't 100% complete, some things may change but overall design is accurate. Please note my characters are not part of the Sonic Universe, they are part of my own AU. The story of the universe is different then the original universe. Name: Syreen (Unknown last name) Age: 24 Species: Grasshopper Mouse Subspecies: Nephilim (half angel half demon) Occupation: "Framed" Wanted Convict (Wanted alive to "pay for her crimes". Crimes listed; murder, assault and battery, public disturbance, public destruction, arson, and theft) Personality Traits: Cute but deceivingly dangerous, Smartass, Childish, Isn't the smartest tool in the shed but has streets and survival smarts, Oblivious, Self Doubts, Trust Issues, Avoidant , Narcissist Characteristic: Covered in Battle scars but tries to keep them cover up (is ashamed of her scars because she feels she was too weak to prevent these scars), Blind in left eye (covers it with hair to give an 'emo' appearance so enemies wont know her weakness), lines under her eyes to show lack of sleep (scared to go to sleep as she fears she'll be vulnerable and attacked) Abilities: Quick, Sensitive Hearing, Sensitive Smell, Agile, As a Grasshopper mouse she is immune to some poison, certain poison that enter her body act more of a pain killer Powers: Weapon Proficiency Touch (Able to pick up any object as a host and converts it into a weapon with energy manipulation, only works if she is holding object. When object is dropped the energy fades from the object) Weilds: Duel Guns, Combat Knife, Bobby pin to keep bangs from moving too much (helps when lock picking) Strengths: Fast, Escapist, Combat Ready, Immune to Some Poison, Crafty, Deceptive, Food (Helps raise her energy to use Proficiency Touch), Caffeine and Sugar (Gives her a temporary power boost to use her Proficiency touch instantly, like a sugar rush) Weakness: Paranoid, Self Doubt, Over Confident, Too Negitive, Vunerable from her left side, Trust Issues Sexuality: Bisexual Likes: Food, Learning New Things, Animals, Shiny Things Dislikes: Back stabbers, Liars, The Feeling of Being Helpless, Being a Damsel in Distress, Swimming -Bio- Syreen is unaware of her past regarding about her life as a baby or her parents. Her mother, Angela, was an angle and her father, Damion, was a demon, together they had broken a law of forbidden love. The law was placed because of the ongoing hate between angels and demons, you would think such a law wouldn't need to exist because of common sense but there are "rumors" that before earth was born, before the law of angel and demon bond, the first Nephilim that was born never saw the universe as a black and white world but a grey area so with the help of some other Nephilims they decided to combine the Over realm and the Under realm into one, what we now call Earth. Because the homes of demons and angels was destroyed it upset their idea of balance, for the first time the angels and demons made a temporary truce to get rid of any Nephilims. When the Nephilims were driven to extinction both the angels and the demons recreated their realms, but with Earth still around they decided as a truce that they share the responsibility of taking care of this new world. To this day demons and angels still never see eye to eye and they are still consistently fighting each other. The day came where Angela and Damion didn't realize what sort of trouble they got themselves into when they tried so hard to keep their relationship hidden, news flooded the Over realm when Angela's friend Seara- whom Angela thought she could trust as a god mother- told everyone. Eventually the news had spread to the Underworld realm. They band together one more time to ensure they wouldn't have to deal with another incident that happened billions of years ago. Angela quickly traveled to Earth to hid Syreen away to keep her safe from the law of the Over Realm and the Under Realm, for their punishment they were sentence to death. The Over Realm killed Angela and banished her soul from existence, while the Under Realm was suppository going to do the same with Damion but Daisuke had other plans and kept the father alive. With a Nephilim around and the ability to destroy and create worlds this was the perfect opportunity to be able to not only destroy all 3 realms but to create his own paradise world. However Angela was the one who hid her child and Damion had no idea where she was, Daisuke didn't believe that Damion didn't know the whereabouts of his own child so Damion was given a fate far worse then death until he would reveal where she was located. Syreen was found wrapped in a in a blanket inside of a basket with only a paper saying "Syreen" on it, Angela had hoped that a mortal would be able to take her daughter and raise her well. Angela left the little bundle of joy at the footsteps of an orphanage to be taken care of but before the head mistress of the orphanage could open the door to collect Syreen a 57 year old Spider Monkey had saw Angela drop off the baby and ran away. The women was named Kamora, she was a widow as she had lost her husband to a war that happened 30 years ago, she was also diagnosed with infertility making her unable to have any kids. She so desperatly wanted a child but being poor the government. For the first 5 years of Syreen's life she never questioned where she came from or who she was, Kamora raised her like she was her blood daughter. saw she was unfit to adopt a child, this was her chance to have a child without having to pay or fill out paperwork. She snatched the little Syreen and took her home. Syreen was home schooled since Kamora was unable to pay for school, and being poor sometimes Syreen would go out on her own without Kamora knowing and beg for money to help pay for food. There were times she went out either to play or pick up some spare change from by passers where she saw other kids and wanted to play, however she found it hard to make friends. She was bullied for not being in their school, for mooching off of people for spare change, and the fact she looked different it was hard to identify her race. Suddenly Kamora had passed away from a fatal heart disease that no one knew about because she never went to a doctor, when Syreen came home she was devastated, she didn't know what to do. The 5 year old dragged Kamora into her bedroom and pulled her onto the bed, praying she'd wake up. For weeks Kamora laid in the bed rotting away but Syreen continued to wait for her return. She would use her money sparingly to go get food, bringing Kamora a plate of food so when she'd come back from her long sleep she have food. It was a month after Kamora passed away, Syreen still never got the hint that Kamora wasn't coming back. The bullies had followed Syreen home and decided to play a prank on her, they lit up fireworks into her house which had caused a fire. Syreen panicked and tried to get Kamora out of the house, but with her small body and the smell of her rotting corpse she could only push her off the bed. With time running out Syreen said her final goodbyes before leaving the house. Homeless, broke, and with no one to take care of her Syreen lived her life on the streets, picked on by others who were more fortunate then her. At age 8 she was introduced to a skinny elk, roughly 34, named Miles who offered her a job. Miles was a drug dealer who personalized with crack, him and his gang had been making and selling crack around the city for years but they were having some trouble getting the crack around with cops being nosy. When Miles saw Syreen he thought she would be excellent at transporting drugs if they taught her, no one would suspect a kid walking around with drugs in their pocket. When he told her she would be paid with a warm place to sleep and money for food so she took the job with no hesitation. For the most part things were going along smoothly, Miles and his gang would go around offering their product, make it, and Syreen would be the delivery girl going by house to house selling "girl scout cookies" and came back with a wad of cash. Things were looking up, but after 7 months of doing this they had started to stop paying her. She grew suspicious and would constantly remind them to pay her, but after a while of her reminding them they grew paranoid. Being druggies they thought that she was asking too many questions and this would lead her to ratting them out to the cops. They beat her up as a warning to shut up, one of the guys pinned her to the ground and held a knife to her face threatening her if she didn't shut up they'd hurt her more, but his hands were shaky and when his buddy grabbed him to pull him off his hand slipped and accidentally stabbed her in the eye. Afraid, she ran away from them. When she left the gang's paranoia grew and thought she would defiantly tell the cops so they chased her down trying to kill her before she could tell. They eventually caught up to her, grabbed her and held her down. Something had snapped in one of the men and he molested her to the point the gang grouped up and raped her. When they were finished they were about to kill her but something snapped in Syreen's mind, she lost faith in humanity, she was losing hope, her dark blood grew stronger from all the negativity she had experienced in her life and became unbalanced. She fought them off with a rusty pipe, however she couldn't really defeat them so she used this opportunity to escape while she had the chance. She was too scared at this point to get help, she ran back to the gangs hide out quickly to take their first aid and bandage up her eye then took their money from their safe before running away. At that moment she promised herself to never trust anyone again, though there were times she thought about Kamora and there was maybe still some hope left she would still dwell with the negativity in her mind. She stayed hidden in an parking garage of an airport, used her money sparingly for food and clothes. When she hit 13 this was when her life changed, for the worse. After coming back from a convenience store for a sandwich she saw in the distance a man being murdered by a mysterious person, it was too dark to see and the person wore a lot of dark clothing and a mask, that person was Daisuke. She had no clue who this man was, but he knew her. He finally found her. But he wasn't here to kidnap her or convince her to join him, his main plan was to destroy Syreen's life and feel that she has no one to trust then he would pop in to be her "friend", train her to become balance with the mentality that he was the only one she could trust, then use her powers to create his perfect world. 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WASHINGTON (AP) — Freshman Rep. Katie Hill, a rising Democratic star in the House, announced her resignation Sunday amid an ethics probe, saying explicit private photos of her with a campaign staffer had been “weaponized” by her husband and political operatives.

The California Democrat, 32, had been hand-picked for a coveted leadership seat. But in recent days, compromising photos of Hill and purported text messages from her to a campaign staffer surfaced online in a right-wing publication and a British tabloid.

The House ethics committee also had launched an investigation into whether Hill had an inappropriate relationship with an aide in her congressional office, which is prohibited under House rules. Hill, one of the few openly bisexual women in Congress, has denied that and vowed to fight a “smear” campaign waged by a husband she called abusive.

But her relationship with the campaign aide became a concern for House Democrats who have made equality in the workplace a particular priority. On Sunday, after apologizing for the relationship with a subordinate, Hill announced she was stepping aside.

“It is with a broken heart that today I announce my resignation from Congress,” she wrote in a statement released Sunday.

“Having private photos of personal moments weaponized against me has been an appalling invasion of my privacy. It’s also illegal, and we are currently pursuing all of our available legal options,” she added. “However, I know that as long as I am in Congress, we’ll live fearful of what might come next and how much it will hurt.”

Hill’s statement provided no details on that or when she would step down. Hill’s office and campaign provided no additional public comment.

Her abrupt fall came after a blazing rise in which she won the last Republican-held House seat anchored in Los Angeles County, part of a rout that saw GOP House members driven out of their seats in Southern California.

Hill was elected by 9 percentage points last year, ousting two-term Republican Rep. Stephen Knight and capturing the district for her party for the first time since 1990. Democratic presidential candidate Hillary Clinton carried the district in 2016 by 7 points.

Hill’s campaign had raised a healthy $2.2 million so far this year, putting her on track for a strong reelection bid.

Citing the more than 4-in-10 district voters from minority groups, Rep. Cheri Bustos, D-Ill., who heads House Democrats’ campaign committee, said there was “no doubt” her party would hold the district next year.

But Rep. Tom Emmer, R-Minn., chairman of the House GOP campaign arm, said Republicans “look forward to winning back this seat.”

Nationally, Hill was part of the wave that flipped the House to Democratic control. House Speaker Nancy Pelosi picked her for a coveted leadership seat. Hill also is vice chair of the powerful House Oversight Committee.

In a statement Sunday, Pelosi praised Hill for bringing “a powerful commitment to her community and a bright vision for the future” to the House but added: “She has acknowledged errors in judgment that made her continued service as a Member untenable. We must ensure a climate of integrity and dignity in the Congress, and in all workplaces.”

In recent days, Hill’s Los Angeles-area constituents were wrestling with questions about who might have been wronged, how much it matters and whether any punishment was warranted.

Hill, celebrated as a face of millennial change in Congress, said in her statement that she had no choice but to step down.

“This is what needs to happen so that the good people who supported me will no longer be subjected to the pain inflicted by my abusive husband and the brutality of hateful political operatives who seem to happily provide a platform to a monster who is driving a smear campaign built around cyber exploitation,” Hill said. “I can no longer allow my community, family, friends, staff, supporters, and especially the children who look up to me as a role model, to suffer this unprecedented brand of cruelty.”

She apologized to “people who have been hurt.”

She’s asked U.S. Capitol Police to investigate potential legal violations for posting and distributing the photos online without her consent.

Hill is divorcing her husband, Kenneth Heslep, and says he is abusive. While not providing any evidence of abuse, Hill says she turned elsewhere for companionship because of their turbulent relationship and lamented that “the deeply personal matter of my divorce has been brought into public view.”

In court papers, Heslep sketches a different story, one in which he was rejected by an ambitious wife after agreeing to her request that he play the role of house-husband, while she pursued her career aspirations. He said she left him soon after being elected to Congress.

“Our agreement was that I would stay at home and take care of all the domestic duties and responsibilities while (Hill) worked,” Heslep said in documents filed in July in Los Angeles Superior Court. He did not allege any extramarital affairs by his wife.

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