#cassidy plagiarism

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Publish or Perish

Less of a gap between episodes from me this time, thank god. This episode was very good for most of its runtime. Jack Cassidy of Murder by the Book is back in a similar setting, the world of high end book publishing. And his character this time, Riley Greenleaf, is quite a fun one to watch. Very calm and often even sympathetic in some scenes, but quick to lose his cool and even drunkenly stumble around - quite a layered one he is. I really enjoyed his plan as well, it's one of the most clever murders in the series at this point - Greenleaf basically frames himself for the murder of victim Allan Mallory, and like he really leans into it and makes himself such an obvious subject, it seems like such an open and shut case that even Columbo is surprised. But at the same time, Greenleaf's set up clues, inconsistencies, and an alibi he couldn't have otherwise known about, such that it actually throws Columbo off of his trail. He even acts like he must've been the murderer only to be surprised by his own alibi, it's really good. I was hesitant when Greenleaf took to murdering his hired assassin - Eddie Kane - but then he went ahead and planted fake evidence to suggest that Eddie Kane had motive to and did in fact kill Mallory (like he literally did that last one anyway, it's a whole thing, really good) and I thought that was sick as hell, fake plagiarism scenario goes really hard. Unfortunately, I think it kinda fumbles the bag from here on out, which occupies the last 20 maybe 15 minutes of the episode. Greenleaf's fake plagiarism scenario is really clever but he for some reason deliberately incriminates himself in making it clear that Kane had contact with him, then when Columbo presses him about this he lies and says he never knew Kane, and then admits shortly afterwards that he did know him. Greenleaf's been so premeditative with every detail here and had plenty of time to iron things out - I think had he not left his own name or wrote a letter to himself pretending to be Kane then it would've been an open and shut case that Mallory somehow plagiarised from Kane, Kane killed him as revenge, and framed Mallory's publicly known publisher. Failing that had he at least admitted to knowing Kane, Greenleaf would've had less suspicion casted on him. We continue onwards to a vital piece of the puzzle involving Columbo having tampered with something off-screen forever ago that none of the characters in the show nor us as the audience could intuit such that this information doesn't really do anything, and then the gotcha is contingent on such a shockingly convoluted series of extrapolations and stuff that I just kinda didn't really feel it. Plus, if I can nitpick - earlier in the episode Greenleaf's attorney calls out Columbo for convicting people with circumstantial evidence, before telling him to get some real evidence. I'd hope then that Columbo convicts Greenleaf with actual evidence, but he doesn't really seem to have that either. I did really like the majority of this episode it's just a little sad that it shot itself in the foot right at the very end, you know?

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Free Plagiarism Checker - 5 tips to avoid Plagiarism in your blog content

Free Plagiarism Checker – 5 tips to avoid Plagiarism in your blog content

Free Plagiarism Checker 5 tips to avoid plagiarism in your blog content Plagiarism is the most dangerous factor in writing and can create numerous troubles for a person. No matter you are a student or a writer, it can affect your career. If we talk about the students and their workload, they mostly prefer to avoid assignments as they have multiple other tasks to complete. So, they all try to…

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MP3: Cassidy – Plagiarism

MP3: Cassidy – Plagiarism

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Cassidy Drops Tory Lanez Diss Track ‘Plagiarism’

Cassidy Drops Tory Lanez Diss Track ‘Plagiarism’

It appears Cassidy was just waiting for a reason to take shots at Tory Lanez, although there haven’t been any bad blood between the two, till recent times, the rapper has now dissed Tory on his new song ‘Plagiarism’. It all started when Tory laid down some bars over Cassidy’s classic track ‘I’m a Hustla’, earlier this month when he stopped by Funk Flex show on Hot 97, the 5-minute intense…

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TORY LANEZ GOT BODIED! 🔥☠️🔥☠️(Cassidy - Plagiarism (Official Audio)) Dis...

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Okay I just went through your mywriting tag and I'm realizing that you're Cassidy Black just going by a different pen name. So I apologize for accusing you of plagiarizing yourself.

No worries! This has happened before, and the confusion is understandable. Thank you for wanting to honor my work and make sure it is credited appropriately!

P.S. I am never on Tumblr anymore, so I'm sure this response is very very delayed. My Instagram accounts are where I am a bit more active now: adirabennett for creative work and brave_strange_bird for whatever else.

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Mythic Quest Season 2 Pulls Off Another Standout Flashback Episode

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This article contains spoilers for Mythic Quest season 2 episode 6.

According to co-creator and lead actor Rob McElhenney, the Mythic Quest team didn’t go into the show’s second season on Apple TV+ with a plan to recapture the energy of season 1’s infamous flashback episode, “A Dark Quiet Death. But they ended up doing so all the same.

“We’re always trying to just stretch and do something different,” McElhenney tells Den of Geek. “It’s never a function of like, ‘Oh, that flashback episode worked, so let’s do another flashback episode.’ It’s more like, ‘Well there are no rules.’” 

In Mythic Quest season 1, the desire to operate under no set storytelling rules led to the stunning fifth episode “A Dark Quiet Death.” That installment was a flashback to the mid ‘90s in which two game developers, “Doc” (Jake Johnson) and “Bean” (Christin Milioti), met, fell in love, made some art, then sold out and fell out. The half-hour was seemingly unconnected to anything else in the Mythic Quest mythos, save for a scene at episode’s end when McElhenney’s lead game designer Ian Grimm purchased the cavernous studio that Doc and Bean once used to make their indie titles.

The episode was a thematic companion to Mythic Quest’s main storyline and an exploration of the insidious interplay between art, commerce, and human ego. Now, season 2’s sixth episode, “Backstory!” explores some similar themes via an extended flashback that actually involves a character the show’s audience is already familiar with.

As played by Oscar-winning actor F. Murray Abraham, Mythic Quest lead writer C.W. Longbottom is equal parts caricature of an aging blowhard sci-fi writer and a realistically tender depiction of a man intent on finding story wherever it might lurk. “Backstory!” takes things back to Los Angeles in 1971 when “Carl” Longbottom is fresh off the bus from Clear Lake, Iowa, and eager to begin his junior copy editing job at famous sci-fi magazine Amazing Tales Publishing. 

Playing the young C.W. with equal parts wide-eyed wonder and bitter creative disappointment is Josh Brener, who most audiences likely know as Nelson “Big Head” Bigetti on HBO’s Silicon Valley. 

“I was worried at first because, you know, it’s somebody else portraying you, so you’re kind of in their hands,” Abraham says. “It was a treat though. I got in touch with the actor to let him know how much I admire his work and how good he made me look. He had soul and heart and I think that’s essentially what C.W. is. You actually love this guy. You want him to win in the end and I think he does.”

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The plot of the episode surrounds Carl’s relationship with his new copy editing peers Peter Cromwell (Michael Cassidy) and A.E. Goldsmith (Shelley Hennig). The trio begin as allies (or a “tripod” like the aliens in their beloved H.G. Wells’ creation) and attempt to get one another’s work published by Amazing Tales. It quickly becomes apparent, however, that A.E. and Peter’s fiction is much more suitable for public consumption than Carl’s strange, illogical hard sci-fi. 

“Carl, it’s not enough to propose a future where things are different. They have to be inevitable and unexpected at the same time,” A.E. tells the young writer, trying to help him. 

Unfortunately Carl is in no position to hear her. Sure, it makes no sense that humans in the future would have flesh packs on their back when backpacks would work just fine. But Carl wants humans to have flesh packs on their back because that’s how his imagination wants them to carry things.

Eventually, after A.E. and Peter find creative and professional success, Carl resorts to a soft form of plagiarism when he adopts all of the extensive notes that none other than Isaac Asimov provided on his manuscript and publishes them as his own. That’s enough for Carl to take home a Nebula Award, but A.E. understands precisely what happened. 

Carl, however, does find some semblance of real success in the form of an eerily accurate prediction. At his lowest, after Asimov essentially rewrote his story, Carl drunkenly takes off down the street in an uncharacteristic Southern California downpour. While walking, he sees a game of Atari Pong running on a model television in a storefront window. His eyes light up with the possibility of future storytelling. He then tells his peers that one day stories won’t be linear, but rather bolts of lightning. 

“The inevitable march of technology will not be stemmed. Enough iridescent geometry to create an entire world…no, worlds. We will give birth to creatures the likes of which have never been seen! Naturally, none of these worlds will mean anything on their own. They’ll need to be infused with story.”

And infused with story they’ll one day be, as Ian Grimm and Poppy Li (Charlotte Nicdao) track the aged C.W. down at a renaissance fair to write the story for their new Mythic Quest game. 

“Backstory” was written by special guest writer Craig Mazin, a prolific and powerful Hollywood presence who is now best known for creating HBO’s classic Chernobyl miniseries. This is Mazin’s first time penning a script for Mythic Quest but he did guest star in several of season 1’s episodes as the highly inappropriate games tester Lou.

Mazin also appears in this episode as Sol Green, the publisher of Amazing Tales. Mazin and McElhenney gave Sol the same last name as Lou to suggest that one is a grandfather of the other. But McElhenney is not discounting the canonical possibility that Craig Mazin is simply just an eternal force of nature.

“Again, there are no rules, so who gives a shit? Lou could be a character who has existed since the beginning of time,” McElhenney says. “To me, it’s the spirit of Mazin that lives on throughout the millennia. He’s like that in real life. I mean, that really is what he’s like.”

In addition to the presence of the writer of Chernobyl as a potentially immortal being, “Backstory!” differs from its “A Dark Quiet Death” flashback predecessor in one major way. This isn’t the end of the Carl Longbottom story. Next week’s episode, “Peter,” will continue the tale of C.W. Longbottom’s sci-fi writer life, this time in the present. And playing his friend-turned-rival Peter will be yet another actor of note.

“We essentially do a play between two Oscar winners: William Hurt and F. Abraham Murray,” McElhenney says. 

It looks like Carl was right: stories don’t have to be linear. They can be bolts of lightning too.

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Not Exactly A Classic Dame (1)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (platonic friendship between Steve x OFC)

Warnings: None this Chapter, but later

Bucky Master List / Main Master List

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CHAPTER 1

“Stop growling.” Steve Rogers chuckled at his friend as the crowd of technicians parted like the Red Sea as they passed.

“I ain’t growling.” Bucky Barnes, former Winter Soldier and newest resident at the Avenger Compound, muttered beside him. Granted, his nerves coiled his hands into fists and his head ached from the scowl he’d been sporting since the jet arrived three hours ago.

“Uh-huh.” Came the light-hearted laugh.

“I don’t like all the attention, okay.” Bucky leaned closer. So far, he’d been hauled into a meeting room and briefed on all the rules of the compound, ran through a mind-blowingly fast course on all the technology, been swept into a lab to be thoroughly examined and scanned, had all of his meager belonging searched, and treated more like a potential threat than a possible member of the team.

Steve stopped, resting a steady hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s a lot. I get it.” He sighed, looking at it from the other man’s perspective. “It probably doesn’t feel all that friendly either. We’ve all been here so long, that we’re hit with the changes a little a time. Having to submit to it all at once has got to be weird. Really, though, all this tech – F.R.I.D.A.Y., and all – it's not bad.”

“Fine.” Bucky pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Just so long a Stark’s fucking nerds keep out of my way and allow me some privacy.”

“Don’t worry.” Steve grinned, pulling his friend along to their last appointment. “And they’re not all bad.”

“Are we getting lunch soon? How much more orientation crap can there possibly be?” Bucky grumbled.  

“After this. I want to get you hooked up with Harper so you have everything you need for outside the compound.” At his friend’s raised eyebrow, he clarified. “You know, personnel stuff - alternate IDs, funded credit cards, make sure you don’t trigger facial recognition software on some security network if you’re out and about. I don’t think we can do much about metal detectors, though.” He joked.

Buck stopped walking, mouth dropping open a little. Steve gave him a distinct ’what’ look. “Isn’t that all a little on the wrong side of legal?”

“Depends on what country you’re in.” Steve smirked and continued down the hall.

Bucky smiled for the first time. “The spies are rubbing off on you.”

“No, I’m just realizing what needs to be done in order to do the right thing. I have more trust in the people I’m around than the governments running the show. And Harper is good people.”

Music drifted towards them. Bucky didn’t recognize it, but that didn’t mean much. It had a good tempo and lots of guitar. When Steve swung the office door open, the volume of music quadrupled making Bucky wonder how someone could work amongst the distraction. Banks of monitors took up one wall and in front sat Harper.  

“Hey Cas!” Steve shouted over the music, grinning like an idiot over the stunned look on Bucky’s face.  

Cassidy Harper spun around on her stool, one leg tucked under her, and a brilliant smile on her full red lips. Bucky found himself smiling back at this beautiful woman, curved in all the right places, wearing blue jeans and no shoes. From beneath her dark blue t-shirt a tattoo covered her left arm from shoulder to elbow. It was her shiny black hair, held back in a red handkerchief and victory curls that did him in. Actual victory curls.  

She hit a button, killing the music before hopping down onto her bare feet and giving Steve a hug. The top of her head only come to his chin, still Cas rose up on tip toes and threw her arms around his neck. Bucky noticed the red of her toe nails matched the red on her lips. “Steve!”

“Hey, Cas. Thanks for making time.” He hugged her back, lifting her off her feet a little before turning back to Bucky. “This is him. Buck, this is Cassidy Harper.”

“I’ve heard so much about you.” Cas opened her arms. “I’m a hugger. May I?”  

He chuckled and stepped forward. She warmly wrapped her arms around his neck and he tentatively placed his hands on her waist. It’d been a long while since anyone just wanted such casual contact. Usually, he didn’t like strangers touching him, but this felt good. She smelled of mint and something slightly citrus. Fresh.  

“So,” Cas hopped back onto her stool, flashing a devilish grin. “Stevie says I’m to hook you up with whatever you want. What’s it going to be?”

“Um?” Bucky looked back and forth between the two, not quite understanding.  

“Were you able to scrub him from the watch dog systems?” Steve leaned against a bank of cabinets.  

“Yeah, it was easy actually. Nothing at all like you - Steve 'My Face Is On Boxes Of Corn Flakes' Rogers.” She swung her foot around in circles, the momentum bringing her to face Bucky. “You’ve taken ghosting to an art form, sweetheart.”

He just shrugged.  

“What about IDs?” Steve continued.

Cas reached around and handed Bucky a manila envelope. “There’s two to start. One in your real name, and one under Edward Porter. Both have bogus birth records, passports, New York driver’s licenses, concealed weapons permits, bank accounts, and couple credit cards. There’s a 100k limit on them. Let me know if you need more.”

Bucky cocked his head. “That was my granddad’s name.”

“I asked Steve some questions. It’s best to keep lies easy to remember.” She shrugged.  

“That’s a lot of money.”

“Not to Stark.” She waved a hand.  

“So,” She turned back to her computer. “I assume they’re going to have you staying here for a while, so no get-away pad. What about wheels? Do you intend to just borrow from the fleet, or do you want something of your own? You into something sporty? Or you want a truck like our friend here? Maybe a motorcycle?”

“A bike.” Came his fast answer.

“Yay.” Cas gave a little cheer. “What kind? Cruiser? Crotch-rocket? Or -”

“Harley Panhead.”

“Nice.” Her fingers started flying over the keyboard as she searched for the classic motorcycle, images flashed across multiple screens faster than the men could follow. She stopped, settling on a shiny black updated and rebuilt model for an exorbitant price. “How about that? Is she sexy or what?”

“Sure is, Doll.” Bucky drawled. Completely, taken by more than just the bike.

“Kinda pricey.” Steve commented. “Stark going to question you on this one?”

“Tony can kiss my round right ass cheek.” Cas rolled her eyes. “I just rooted out a Taiwanese ring that was plagiarizing one of his applications and saved him fifty times that amount – last Tuesday – on my lunch break. I’m in good graces right now, so I’m sharing the spoils.”

“Okay.” Steve laughed raising both hands in surrender. “Just asking”

“Now, we’ve covered identification, cash, transportation. It’s not my official job, but are you all set up in your apartment? Please don’t let Steve help you. He’s got all the taste of an army barracks in a black and white movie.”

“Hey!” Steve exclaimed while Cas giggled. “You liked the Christmas gift I gave you, and that was for your apartment.”

“Yes. I love it.” Cas beamed. “But it’s color pencil of my old dog – that you drew yourself – and it’s beautiful. That does not make you Martha Stuart.”

“I don’t need much. What’s there is fine.” Bucky suddenly felt uncomfortable. He realized Steve must really care for her if he’d given her a piece of his art. Back in the war, he didn’t show many people how well he could draw. He almost never gave it away, even a tiny sketch. A surprising flood of disappointment washed over him.

“Bullshit.” Cas scoffed.

“Language.” Steve rolled his eyes, but she stuck out her tongue at him.

“Really. It's fine.” Bucky buried his hands in his pockets. “I appreciate the offer, but there’s no need.”

Steve saw the swing in his friend’s mood, not understanding why, but attributing it to hunger. He wanted lunch even before they arrived. “Okay, what do you say we head out and let Cas get back to work. We’ll go get lunch.” Bucky nodded.

Cas felt the change too. She hopped from her workstation and threw an arm sideways around Steve’s waist for a brief moment. “Thanks for the visit and the introduction.” Turning back to Bucky, she bumped his shoulder with her own. “I’ll let you know as soon as I hear when the bike is supposed to arrive. I can’t wait to see it.”

“Thanks. Me too.” He smiled back at her, but this time it didn’t brighten his eyes.  

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i was tagged (ages ago) by @ohclydelogan :) ♥

favourite colour(s): basically anything in the blue / teal / green spectrum

last song you listened to: it’s all on my last.fm profile

favourite musicians: see the previous question. lately i’ve been mostly playing genre playlists (funk/soul/jazz, Indian stuff, triphop, big beat) rather than specific bands/musicians. but there’s also the big 3 i will always return to: Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd and The Beatles. also George Harrison in particular, and Dhani Harrison and his bands/projects

last film you watched: rewatched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid :’)) oh man it is so... amazing. and Robert Redford is so dreamy i’m ♥__♥

last TV show you watched: The Thin Blue Line, which is quite underrated imo and even tho it’s 25 years old still oddly relevant... in fact i’ve mostly been watching britcoms lately. and Merlin

favourite original character of yours: hmm! idk if i can choose :’) the latest story i’ve been focussing on (back in April when i had Quarantine Inspiration /rip) was my spaceship one, and i love all these idiots but mostly the captain i suppose? she’s pan, ex-military turned pacifist, Tired™ but tries. and that’s all i’m gonna say about any oc i’ve ever had bc the plagiarism paranoia is real (: /she says as if she’ll ever publish anything lolo

spicy, savory, or sweet: i like all of these in moderation, but ig savoury would win if i had to choose

sparkling water, tea, or coffee: tea mornings and before bed, coffee during the day

pets: none unfortunately :( i’m allergic to cats, otherwise i’d get one. and if i had a garden and money, i’d get a dog. but alas

tagging anyone who wants! ~♥

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veritas muses’ h*mestuck titles bc i’ve lost control of my life (part 1)

preface: FIRSTLY i’m so sorry for subjecting you all to h*mestuck, but this is an excellent character development exercise that i had so much fun doing. SECONDLY, this is me attempting to psychoanalyze all of your characters, so i’m probably kinda wrong. thirdly, the interpretations of these titles are completely subjective and the product of much conflict within the h*mestuck fandom, so this is just my interpretation jfdkskjfa. i heavily referenced dahni’s analyses, though, and probably plagiarized her a little bit. 

includes the following muses: @ofphcenixes, @ohcxssidy, @holdenwoodz, @ofhvney, @virtuosiste, @wingsmelt, @ofcelesticls, @libbykensington, @nevaehporter, @figurchead, @mvgicians, @ofzola

blue is the heir of life. heirs passively change, move around, or alter their aspect, and over time begin to completely embody it. life represents healing, energy, growth, rebellion, and recklessness. as someone who embodies life, blue is energetic, reckless, and optimistic. as exemplified in the downward spiral that marked his teen years, life players have the uncanny ability to regrow, much like a tree after a forest fire (or a phoenix from the ash). they are extremely adaptable, and anything that an heir of life does not see as valid or important, they do away with. (note: an heir of life’s opinion of what is important can be kind of... questionable.) essentially they embody the life aspect, every bit as chaotic and resilient as the natural world, far tougher than many give them credit for. 

cassidy is the knight of hope. knights use their aspect as equal parts sword and shield; using them as a tool, and hiding their authentic selves (which they typically see as inadequate) behind their aspects. hope represents faith, motivation, goals, positive emotion, willpower, and possibility. if there’s anyone who uses hope as a tool for the benefit of others, it’s cass. ever since her stepfather died and she had to step up, it seems to me that cass has been putting on airs, acting strong and capable for the sake of her family, assuring everyone she’s certain it will all work out in the end, just be positive. on the inside, though, she’s petrified, and remains that way. on the outside, though, she’s a little cheerleader, supporting all of her loved ones. additionally, the journey of a hope player requires they fall into despair, and, well, thanks to holden’s infidelities, that’s going to happen. it’s usually through these kinds of crises that knights become their authentic selves, to tone down their personas and let their talents speak for themselves. 

holden is the rogue of blood. rogues have trouble coping with their aspect or their supposed lack of it, causing them to give it up too easily. blood is the aspect of unity, family, bonds, friendship, and responsibility. from the very beginning, holden has found it difficult to be part of any group, rejected by his family from a very early age, and even though he easily grows to love people, to care for people, i don’t think he ever feels fully worthy of these bonds. it’s not just the cheating, though that is another aspect that only adds to the case for a rogue of blood, but he has a major problem with commitment in general. as with all rogues, his journey is in coming to embrace his aspect on his own terms. 

honey is the knight of void. knights use their aspect as equal parts sword and shield; using them as a tool, and hiding their authentic selves (which they typically see as inadequate) behind their aspects. void represents secrecy, mystery, depth, obfuscation, nothingness, misfortune, and ignorance. honey’s the black hole, and uses that personality, that facade of not giving a shit, to hide his true self and avoid getting hurt. additionally, knights usually see their aspects as whatever they think they’re good at; in honey’s case, nothing. a hidden skill is equally common with void players, or at least a skill they think is unimportant, i.e. honey’s ability to talk his way out of arrests using his knowledge of procedural law. either way, honey’s journey and the journey of the knight are both to not let their aspect hide their true selves, and to embrace their true selves instead. 

inseong is the bard of time. bards corrupt and distort their aspect, and use it to wreck havoc and destruction. time can represent destruction, endings, change, precision, or, of course, time itself. as someone who has some pretty serious memory problems, inseong as an excellent candidate for the bard of time. by definition, he has a corrupted sense of time. similarly, bards tend to ghost their opposite aspect, which is space, therefore bards of time tend to be far more open-minded than the average time player, and concerned with avoiding destruction. it also just so happens that time has strong connections to music and rhythm, so it makes sense the virtuoso is a time player. the challenge of the bard of time is to stop themselves from being taken in by the whims of space, which, in inseong’s case, is likely represented by stagnation, an inability or unwillingness to grow and change. despite the fact that inseong may feel more comfortable in this stagnation, he must embrace time, and change, if he wishes to make it through. 

jules is the rogue of doom. rogues have trouble coping with their aspect or their supposed lack of it, causing them to give it up too easily. doom is the aspect of death, sacrifice, rules, fate, the inevitable, order, and authority. in general, rogues of doom have a lot of trouble dealing with obligations, rules, or expectations, to the point of rejecting them. enter: the icarus. rogues themselves tend to be pretty easy-going and friendly, if avoidant, and therefore a rogue of doom would be the type to blow off their responsibilities because they feel like they can’t handle them. jules was flying high at one point, but at the beginning of the game, he’s already crashed and burned, accepting that he would never live up to what his parents expected of him. the rogue’s journey ends with them understanding they are, indeed, worthy of their aspect, perhaps living up to his own expectations instead, and the rogue of doom in particular has potential to be the most selfless aspect, as they even take on the obligations and responsibilities of other players. 

kiki is the mage of void. mages have a powerful and innate knowledge of their aspect, but that knowledge tends to torture them more than anything. void represents secrecy, mystery, depth, obfuscation, nothingness, misfortune, and ignorance. it doesn’t take knowing her for long to conclude that kiki is a scholar of the unknown, knows conspiracy and the supernatural down to her bones, and just as this knowledge can be enlightening, it can also be isolating. truthfully, there is no lonelier person i can think of than a mage of void, perhaps even able to convince themselves they don’t exist at all. i also like how it fits her reputation as an airhead when compared to the truth of her intelligence; someone whose area of knowledge seems to be nothing but is, in fact, all that is unseen. the journey of the mage is typically to accept their knowledge, not as a burden, but as a strength, and kiki’s already on that path. 

libby is the maid of life. maids originally rely on others to supply their aspect, but eventually grow to find it in themselves. life represents healing, energy, growth, rebellion, and recklessness. as a girl, libby embraced life without a second thought, a restless and wild child. but, at the beginning of veritas, she is a much-changed woman, having willingly given up on her dream to be a ballet dancer, all for the sake of her parents. but she’s not herself without that life in her, and relies upon ivy and blue to provide those aspects for her. without that life, that recklessness, that energy, she’s not really herself, and you can tell. one day, though, she will come to embrace all the ups and downs of life, or she will become a shell of herself. these players are literally made of life, and they need it to survive. 

nevaeh is the mage of heart. mages have a powerful and innate knowledge of their aspect, but that knowledge tends to torture them more than anything. heart can represent love, passion, individuality, identity, and soul. there is no muse that knows the trials and tribulations of love quite like nevaeh; she knows everything there is to know about love, about herself, about emotion and how it flits across peoples’ expressions. and yet, she was forced to keep all this love and emotion inside, to keep her real self inside. all her life, heart has been the source of nevaeh’s suffering, and she has learned from that pain. mages of heart also, as a result, tend to be the most empathetic of the classes. 

otto is the bard of doom. bards corrupt and distort their aspect, and use it to wreck havoc and destruction. doom is the aspect of death, sacrifice, rules, fate, the inevitable, order, and authority. when i think of bards, i think of spoiled brats who do not know the havoc they are capable of unleashing, and oh look: enter otto. like their brother class, the prince, bards tend to ghost the opposite aspect (in this case, life) but are unfortunately surrounded by their own, even as they actively reject it. otto is bound by doom, by inevitability and rules; he was being forced to marry daisey, after all. he actively rejects the doom surrounding him, but don’t be fooled; thanks to kiernan, he may soon face consequences for his devil-may-care attitude, as is typical for bards. 

vi is the thief of breath. thieves have natural confidence with their aspect, and hide their vulnerabilities and despise being seen as weak. breath represents freedom, movement, and confidence. thieves are already confident, and when combined with breath, makes for an extremely independent person. additionally, a thief takes their aspect and leaves the opposite aspect (in this case, blood) in their wake. meaning that wherever vi goes, she doesn’t necessarily make friends, but more adoring fans. thieves of breath do love an audience; they’ve got to show off to someone. also, i fucking swear i came up with this title before vi’s secret came out, but it works even better now. because she literally stole wren’s freedom for her own benefit, twice. 

zar is the knight of blood. knights use their aspect as equal parts sword and shield; using them as a tool, and hiding their authentic selves (which they typically see as inadequate) behind their aspects. blood is the aspect of unity, family, bonds, friendship, and responsibility. while the knight of blood is excellent at utilizing their aspect, they don’t tend to believe it, and have a lot of anxiety regarding their connections to others. they may overextend themselves in an effort to keep these connections. despite this perceived failure of blood, they are incredibly compassionate, and have a need to be responsible for other people. especially relevant for zar, he uses his extreme reliability and loyalty to his friends to hide his own insecurities about himself. 

zola is the sylph of blood. sylphs use their aspect to heal others, and only others, to the point of meddling with them regarding their aspect. blood is the aspect of unity, family, bonds, friendship, and responsibility. the sylph of blood is the mender of all types of relationships, essentially one of the best therapists a team can get. a natural title for zola; she even managed to get oz and zar to fucking hug. sylphs of blood are especially good at getting other people to make promises, keep groups of friends healthy and stable and together. as we all know, zola is a literal angel, and even though she’s having a mental breakdown every day, she’s still keeping everyone grounded. 

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daisey is the witch of void. she manipulates people with secrets. it’s that easy. 

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I Give You Nothing

By Gabriel Cassidy

But you’ve got a habit of carrying the stone Look around and ask someone if you are alive You’re a sidewalk cipher speaking prionic jive So I give you me, I give you nothing! – Bad Religion, “Give you Nothing” 

AN OVERWHELMING AMOUNT OF SUPPORT WAS SHOWERED UPON HER. She was used to this, but this time it was different. She did not feel as though the admiration was deserved. Sure, she thought, the two people I’m competing against are complete hacks. One of the boys, the pale one with freckles, blatantly ripped off the poem he read during his speech from Dylan Thomas, passing it off as his ‘original piece of personal contentment.’ Yet, something still didn’t feel quite right.

Was it the joint she smoked before the event? No. It couldn’t have been. This was not the first time she had attended one of these circle jerk fests while stoned and, of this she could distinctly remember, every time she had, there had never been this sweeping feeling of incompleteness. Since the age of five, she had been enshrouded in a cave of plaques, medals, scholarships, first prize athletic awards, etc. Not only was she on track to be the first person in her family to go to college, she was well on her way to being able to attend any college she damn well pleased.

She was America’s wet dream, white, blonde, and beautiful. Of course, these physical characteristics were used against her, primarily by those who had not achieved a fraction of what she had earned. Her accomplishments were never, according to these people, the fruits of her natural intellect and hard labor. Rather, they were the inevitable conclusion derived from the size of her breasts/ass/stomach, as well as a particularly nasty rumor that had been circulating since sophomore year concerning an alleged handjob she had given to Mr. Howley—the English teacher who organized these events—behind the bleachers in the old gymnasium.

No one in life wants to see you succeed, she often reflected, at least not really. 

She was seated directly between her two opponents. To her left, the pale plagiarizing freckled kid. To her right, a sophomore who had transferred that year from Arkansas. They were each here to receive some bullshit honorable mention award. This was basically a much more patronizing way of saying “You tried your best and it wasn’t nearly good enough. Here’s a plaque to commemorate your ineptitude.” Jesus fucking Christ, she pondered, where was all of this spitefulnes coming from? 

Just last year, when she had been in an eerily similar setting, she did not have these thoughts. Passively, she had sat and smiled while the various faculty members salivated over her innumerable accomplishments. When it had been her turn to deliver the obligatory speech, she approached the podium without any remorse, gleefully opening with a joke that the audience laughed at hysterically, despite the fact that it wasn't even remotely funny. Afterwards, she had approached her two opponents, shook their hands, and congratulated them on their ‘wonderful’ speeches, and wished them nothing but success in the future. There had been nothing superficial about this. She meant every word she said then, but now, everything appeared to have changed. 

The awards mean nothing, she asserted to herself, my opponents are–and have always been–laughable, and I appear to be caught in a hamster wheel, receiving award after award for my ‘outstanding contributions,’ and for what? Who am I winning these for?

Sitting behind him was a boy by the name of Dylan who had, if her sources were to be believed, started the rumor about her giving the handjob.

She paused for a moment to scan the audience. She noticed her parents in the third row smiling in an exaggerated clown-like fashion. No siblings, she was an only child. Her gaze drifted over to the right, landing upon a boy who had been pathetically pursuing her since freshman year. Her glance distended even farther and reached an old friend group.

Overachievers in their own right, they had graduated the year prior and were visiting from those schools in New Haven, Hanover, Ithaca, etc. On the exact opposite side of the room, she caught sight of Mr. Howley. Locking eyes, Howley smiled and extended an enthusiastic thumbs-up, of which she reciprocated. Sitting behind him was a boy by the name of Dylan who had, if her sources were to be believed, started the rumor about her giving the handjob. Thus, it was par for course that, behind Howley’s back, he began to make a crude masturbatory gesture with his hand, followed by an overemphasized facial expression of sexual climax. 

She became dizzy. It was as if her entire life was being broadcasted to her in this one room. Her parents whom had given her life, the friends whom she had grown up with (and whom also offered an ominous glimpse into her future of quiet misery), teachers and coaches who had discovered and fostered her talent, ugly male suitors she was constantly forced to politely decline, perverted gossipers, ankle-biting jealous critics, etc. These extrinsic forces had always been an integral part of her life. They crafted her in their image. Thus, they will forever be a part of her.

The realization of this produced a form of paralysis. She could not move, nor could she speak. Her mind was a void. This momentary lapse of cognition and physical ability extended past the applause for the final guest speaker, as well as three separate invites from her principal for her to approach the podium and deliver the acceptance speech. Midway through the fourth desperate plea she stood and walked catatonically to the podium. The principal handed her the award and smiled a used car salesman smile. 

Her mind awoke. So many thoughts were now racing through it. How exactly to approach this? She took one last surrey of the room and sighed internally. She coughed, smiled, and began to speak.

“Well Mom and Dad... it looks like we're going to need to build an extension to my trophy case.”

The audience laughed hysterically. 

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