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anthonyphotography · 9 months ago

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5 BUSINESS HEADSHOT MISTAKES TO AVOID

Greetings, I’m Anthony Mongiello, your go-to headshot photographer in Los Angeles. In a city where first impressions matter as much as the Hollywood sign, having a killer business headshot is non-negotiable. As an award-winning professional in the field, I’ve seen it all. Today, let’s explore the top five mistakes you need to steer clear of to ensure your professional image truly shines.

1. IGNORING PROFESSIONAL GUIDANCE

Imagine you’re gearing up for your business headshot session, armed with enthusiasm and a Pinterest board full of poses. While having inspiration is great, ignoring professional guidance can lead to disaster. As your experienced headshot photographer in LA, I’m here to guide you through the process. Trust me; those quirky poses might look great on Instagram, but for your professional headshot, we want to convey competence and approachability. I’ll help you strike the perfect balance, ensuring your headshot speaks volumes about your expertise and qualities.

Investing in a professional headshot session is about curating an image that resonates with your target audience. So, let go of the preconceived notions, and let’s create a headshot that not only turns heads but also opens doors to new opportunities.

2. NEGLECTING WARDROBE CHOICES

One of the most common mistakes I witness is neglecting wardrobe choices. Remember, your headshot is your personal brand, and every detail matters. Opt for timeless, solid colors that complement your skin tone and convey professionalism. Steer clear of distracting patterns or overly casual attire that could send the wrong message about your business.

During your session with Anthony Mongiello Photography, we’ll discuss wardrobe options tailored to your industry and personal style. Whether you’re in finance, entertainment, or entrepreneurship, I’ve got the expertise to ensure your wardrobe choices enhance, not detract from, your professional image. Your headshot should reflect confidence and authenticity – let’s make sure your wardrobe shows just that.

3. OVERLOOKING THE IMPORTANCE OF LIGHTING

Lighting is the unsung hero of a stunning headshot, and overlooking its importance is a serious mistake. Many DIY headshot attempts fall victim to harsh shadows, unflattering angles, and inconsistent lighting. As your dedicated headshot photographer, I prioritize creating a well-lit environment that highlights your best features and captures your unique qualities.

When it comes to headshots, natural light is often the golden ticket. However, mastering it requires finesse and expertise. During your session with me, I’ll leverage natural light or artificial lighting setups to accentuate your strengths and diminish any imperfections. Your headshot should communicate professionalism – let’s ensure every beam of light contributes to that perfect image.

4. NEGLECTING FACIAL EXPRESSION

A static, lifeless expression can make you appear disengaged, while an overly enthusiastic one might be perceived as unprofessional. Striking the perfect balance requires finesse, and that’s where I come in as your expert headshot photographer.

At Anthony Mongiello Photography, I’ll guide you through a range of expressions, ensuring we capture your personality without veering into extremes. From the subtle confidence of a CEO to the friendly approachability of a creative professional, we’ll tailor your expressions to align with your industry and personal brand. Don’t settle for a one-size-fits-all approach – let’s create a headshot that speaks volumes about who you are as a professional.

5. IGNORING RETOUCHING

The final mistake to avoid is underestimating professional retouching. While authenticity is key, a touch of strategic retouching can elevate your headshot to new heights. From minimizing imperfections to enhancing natural features, the goal is to present the best version of yourself without sacrificing authenticity.

At Anthony Mongiello Photography, I bring a keen eye for detail to the retouching process. My goal is to enhance, not alter, your unique features, ensuring your headshot exudes professionalism while remaining true to who you are. Don’t let a lack of retouching expertise undermine the impact of your headshot – entrust your image to a seasoned professional who understands the balance between genuineness and enhancement.

CONCLUSION

There you have it – five business headshot mistakes to avoid if you’re aiming for success. Remember, your headshot is more than just a photo; it’s your first handshake with potential clients and collaborators. When you choose Anthony Mongiello Photography, you’re gaining a partner dedicated to capturing your professional identity with precision. Let’s redefine your professional image. Schedule your session today and step into the spotlight with confidence and style!

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lightcommittee · 1 year ago

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Best Headshot Photographers Los Angeles

The best headshot photographers in Los Angeles capture your essence with skill and artistry. Skill and artistry is what the best headshot photographers in Los Angeles use to capture your essence. Their fine sense of lighting and composition means natural beauty, flattering angles always help make sure that your personality comes through. They blend expertise with imagination to give head shots that leave a lasting impression, suited both for actors and professionals as well as creative types.

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de-profundis-ad-astra · 4 years ago

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Word Count || 2.5k Author’s Note || This is part two of what I posted yesterday. You don’t need to have read the first part for this to make sense, but I would recommend it. You can find it here. So, yesterday you met Kerri, today you get to meet Charlotte!

Charlotte Moore was most easily identified by the click clack of her heels on the gleaming tile floors and the way the temperature seemed to flux around her. Her thick, curling red hair—hanging down her back and spilling over her shoulders—practically bounced with a life of its own as she flounced up the stairs and through the halls of Legion’s Los Angeles corporate location. She would have used the elevator, but the prospect of a new job had her positively bursting with energy. The stairs provided an outlet, just enough to take the edge off. Even then, those she passed along her way made sure to vacate more than enough space for her. A privilege that came with her title, she knew.

For someone trained to be silent when entering new or unpredictable situations, Charlotte was capable of making a hell of an entrance. Though unpredictable, she aimed for it every time she met with her… handler.

She reached her destination, wrapped her long, freshly manicured fingers around the knob, and pushed the door open without knock or warning. Most people felt that walking from a well-lit atmosphere into a dark room was disconcerting. Charlotte thrived on such excitement.

Director Cecil Soren tried, and failed, to conceal his jolt of surprise as his office door flung open and crashed into the wall. He knew he’d failed the moment he heard a hint of low laughter join the fading echo of the door and the thud of his knee hitting the underside of his desk. The laughter subsided as Charlotte dropped her body into one of the seats directly across from him.

“You can’t be surprised to see me,” said Charlotte, grinning at the fatigue in her handler’s eyes as he hunched forward to grip his throbbing knee. It seemed her mere presence already wearied him. “I’m always on time.”

Director Soren looked at the clock above his door, his mouth forming a tight line. Eight o’clock sharp. As always. He straightened. “Your punctuality is merely a standard you’re expected to uphold, and is one of the few you actually care to meet.”

Charlotte sniffed, disappointed that he didn’t rise to meet her banter. They were always so good at it. She moved along, not without making a mental note of this, “So, if we aren’t going to play.” She crossed her arms. “What do you have for me?”

Director Soren reached into a drawer, removed a slim file, and placed it on his desk with a certain amount of delicacy. Placing one hand flat over the cover, he slid it towards Charlotte. “The panel has decided to grant you one more chance to prove your worth as a Named Agent of Legion.”

Charlotte nodded with recognition. Over a week had passed since what they considered the unmitigated disaster that had been her last meeting with her disciplinary panel. To Charlotte, it had been just another Tuesday.

What was meant to be a review of her most recent discipline case had devolved into what he could only describe was an amalgam of arguing and backtalk until Charlotte was ordered out of the building and given strict instructions to remain on call.

This was the first she’d heard from Soren since then. Hence the excitement.

Charlotte tilted her head, her eyes locking on the folder like a piece of meat. Her fiery curls fell over one shoulder with the motion. “Can’t say I’m hard pressed to disagree with the decision. What’s the job?”

“Getting you this opportunity was a hard fought victory,” said Soren, deflecting. “I do not suggest you take it lightly.”

“Whatever gave you that impression?” asked Charlotte, her eyes rounding and mouth falling open partway. The portrait of innocence.

Her whole career, actually, might have lead one to believe this. But Charlotte never passed up an opportunity to gibe at her handler.

Director Soren easily saw through the ruse. “Anyone reviewing your service record wouldn’t need to make it far to know your history of insolence.”

Air hissed from Charlotte’s nose as she exhaled, the soft features of her face hardening into hard planes and angles. “Fine,” She huffed, her long, thick eyelashes fluttering to conceal the way she rolled her eyes before her focus narrowed back to the file. Without asking, she reached for it.

Soren yanked the folder back before she could touch it. She leaned back with a puff. “You swore an oath to support and defend this corporation. To bear allegiance to it and no others. Do you still swear it?”

Charlotte’s heart soared at those words, wings fluttering against her ribs. Excitement rose in her throat, and she tamed the face-splitting grin that threatened to break across her face to a mild conspirator’s smile. “I do.”

“You swore to serve as a living example of this corporation’s philosophies and beliefs and to uphold these values at all times. You took this obligation freely and of your own accord. Do you still swear it?”

Charlotte allowed some of her control to slip, and her resulting smile reminded Director Soren more of a predator baring its teeth than an expression of happiness. “I do.”

“Do you swear to give yourself wholly to this assignment and complete the request of its commissioner?”

“I do.”

“Thank you,” Director Soren withdrew his hand, and Charlotte greedily snatched the file off his desk. She flipped it open, immediately faced with the small headshot of a stern-looking blonde clipped to the inside of the cover.

Charlotte snorted, “Hell of a mugshot. What do we want from her.”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” Charlotte repeated, incredulous. “Then why—”

It dawned on her, then, and she trailed off. Her handler’s expression gave her everything she needed.

“Oh, Cecil,” Charlotte breathed, placing a hand over her heart. “You shouldn’t have.”

Soren ignored the flattery and the way she casually flung around his first name instead of addressing him by his title. “Agent Gatsby, you’ve been commissioned an assassination.”

Charlotte gave a low whistle as she skimmed over the few pages the file had to offer. “Haven’t had me one of those in… oh, what’s in been? A year? Year and a half?”

“One year, three months, and eleven days.”

Charlotte cocked an eyebrow. “You kept track?”

“It was the biggest mess I’ve ever seen a Named Agent make.”

Charlotte recalled that memory fondly. Another assignment that had put her under scrutiny from Legion’s board of directors. Perhaps even Alpha, herself. It was hard to tell, though. Alpha rarely deigned to show her face to anyone outside her cabinet.

She hummed, handling the file with tender delight, the way she supposed people may feel when holding a newborn baby. “And yet…”

“And yet, indeed.” Soren pinched at the bridge of his nose. “I advised that this kind of mission was inappropriate for your circumstances, but they did not heed my council.”

“Why would anyone ignore you? You have such a commanding presence.” She gave him a once over that seemed all too invasive. There was nothing promiscuous behind the action, but that was of little comfort to Director Soren. It was too reminiscent of a predator assessing a threat. “It’s your broad shoulders. They really work for you.”

Soren ignored the jab; Charlotte’s smile turned into a wink.

“So,” he emphasized, taking back control. “This is a very important mission, and you should treat it as such. This is your opportunity to prove to the board that you are more of an asset than a liability. Success without infraction will put you on the road back into their good graces.”

“And all it’s going to take is a ticket to Texas and one body?” There was far too much glee in Charlotte’s words.

Soren folded his hands and rested his fingers over his mouth. “It’s less about the task itself and more about your performance. Remember what you need to prove to the board.”

“Surely you don’t think I’m taking this seriously?” said Charlotte, feigning incredulity. She tugged the small, index-card sized sheet of cardstock free of its paperclip and inspected it closely.

“I’m ordering it, in fact,” he forged forward. “Your target is dangerous, and you would be wise to proceed with extreme caution.”

Charlotte kicked her feet up onto the edge of Soren’s desk, leaning heavily against the armrest of her chair. “That’s what all the girls say behind your back,” she said without looking away from the photo.

“And if you have any self-preservation instincts,” his voice grew strained. “You’ll listen to me. Please—”

“You say that so imploringly. It gives me goosebumps.”

“Please,” Soren did, indeed implore her. “Be discreet. Do not make another spectacle of yourself.”

“But I’m such a lovely spectacle,” Charlotte pouted.

Director Soren barely had the energy to glare. “There is a lot hanging in the balance, Agent Gatsby. This kind of behavior is not what will tip the scales in your favor.”

“Believe me, if you didn’t make it so fun, I wouldn’t bother,” said Charlotte. “But that’s neither here nor there. I just want to know what Blondie here did to make herself such a prize shot.”

Sure enough, Charlotte’s initial skim of her file had given her absolutely nothing to suggest that her newest target was an overt menace to society. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t above killing another for small reasons. However, she was plagued by an incessant curiosity that yearned to at least know why.

“To borrow a phrase: that’s neither here nor there.”

“Oh, Cecil, you make me laugh.”

She wasn’t laughing.

“I should not have to remind you to remember your place, Agent Gatsby,” said Director Soren. “Everything you need to know to do your job is in that folder.”

Charlotte looked down at the pathetic excuse of a folder. Such a meager amount of information certainly was not typical for her. “You’ve given me enough high-profile jobs to know my resume is stacked with Legion’s trust. When you look me up in the database, it says Intelligence Specialist. Which is code for ‘really really likes secrets’. So—” she flicked the photo around between her fingers and shoved the image of the austere woman into Director Soren’s face. “I’d like to know who this Kerri Stevens is.”

Director Soren’s mouth formed a tight, impenetrable line.

“Classified.”

Charlotte frowned, leaned back, then schooled her features into a neutral mask. She looked pensive, considerate, even, as she secured the photograph into place with its paperclip. She lowered her feet to the floor, but when she looked up, her dark green eyes were positively aflame. Delicately, she flipped the folder shut and placed it down on the desk.

“I wonder what would happen,” she said slowly, carefully, as she slid the file towards Soren. “If I were to… rescind the mission.”

Director Soren stared at Charlotte, yielding no reaction other than a subtle tilt of his chin downwards as he swallowed. She sat back and mirrored her handler’s stare, patiently awaiting an answer. She could be a very patient person.

“I see I’ve made you speechless,” she commented at last.

“You think you can rescind an assassination that came straight from Alpha’s desk?”

Charlotte shrugged, an air of indifference about her that brought Director Soren’s blood to near boiling temperatures. “Depends. How badly do they want me to stay?”

“It’s your status being evaluated, no one else’s,” Soren shot back. “How badly do you want to stay?”

Charlotte clucked her tongue and sighed, “Well, where’s the fun in saying no to such a mysterious target?”

Soren fumed, “Fun?” He glared at the redhead casually slumped in the chair across from him. “This is all just for fun, then. The tests, the trials. All of it… fun?”

“Is working for a max-security espionage operation with blurred ethical and moral boundaries not you idea of a good time?”

“No.”

“That’s probably why you’re not a field agent, then.”

Her handler’s fingers began twitching over the metal surface of his desk. “Perhaps I should tell the board you’re not interested in taking the assignment.” He pulled the folder towards his side of the desk. “We can see how keen they are on providing you with another opportunity once they’ve learned of your apathy.”

“Ah,” Charlotte held a finger up, looking all to pleased by his chosen response. “But you just said they wouldn’t take your council when they chose this for me. They clearly want me to stick around. Maybe it’s time you jumped on the bandwagon.”

Director Soren’s hands slammed down onto his desk so hard his palms stung. It did get Charlotte to shut up, which he reaped a moment of satisfaction from. He fixed his most wrathful glare on his agent who, infuriatingly, remained unperturbed. When he leaned over his desk, her gaze turned questioning.

“Might I remind you, Agent Gatsby, that bearing a Name does not make you untouchable.”

Exhaling deeply, Charlotte leaned forward and braced her elbows on her knees. She gave Soren a wolfish smirk.

“Cecil,” she breathed. “If you want to touch me, All you gotta do is a—”

Director Soren’s hand snapped forward, wrapping her around her throat before she could finish her statement and clenched. Not hard enough to see stares, but just enough to—hopefully—remind her who was superior.

Charlotte gasped, choking on her words, but did not appear alarmed as she casually wrapped a slender hand around his. If anything, she looked more annoyed than fearful. Her manicured nails dug into the bone protruding from his wrist. But, just as she showed no reaction, Director Soren gave nothing away as he pulled her forward until the corner of his desk dug into her stomach.

Charlotte hissed, her nails scratching over his skin, “Buy me dinner, first.”

Soren tucked the pain to a corner of his brain where he would not let it bother him. “Consider the ones who earned the Director’s desk—not a mere Name.” He managed to keep his voice low, despite his rage. “I’ve done more than my due diligence.”

As annoying as the gesture was, Charlotte couldn’t blame him for lashing out like this. Legion was a cut-throat corporation and, in all honesty, she was accustomed to being treated roughly. With her, violence or other physical displays of authority were often the only thing her superiors could do to get through to her. Or at least, it was a way for Charlotte to know that she’d pushed the right buttons.

“A desk,” she snorted, her fist jabbing out and catching Director Soren in the throat. An eye for an eye, a trachea for a trachea.

When his hand retracted, Charlotte calmly drew in a full breath, and scooped up Kerri Stevens’s file from her chair. In a stunning whirl of leather and red curls, she swept towards the back of the office and opened the door.

“You can keep your desk,” she said with pointed lethality.

And with that, the door slammed behind her, leaving Director Soren coughing and ruing the day he was assigned to be Agent Gatsby’s handler.

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anninhiliation · 5 years ago

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60 Follower Writing Challenge @you-kinda-smell-like-christmas

Congratulations on the 60 followers!😍🥰😈 I bet you have so many more by now (Since this started like a month ago sdhfjksfhskj)😈👀🥵

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We couldn't turn around

'Til we were upside down

I'll be the bad guy now

“Why am I mad?” I huffed as I angrily tossed my purse on the kitchen counter “Oh I don’t know, maybe because I caught my boyfriend staring at another girl’s chest practically drooling then had the audacity to walk over to her to flirt as if I was nothing as if we were nothing! I swear to god every time you leave for tour you probably bring some whore into bed with you!” I fumed as I walked away from him

I noticed his body language stiffen, as my last words burned his ears. Chris tried to remain calm, as he placed his keys on the small metal hook. He took a deep breath before turning to face me.

“Nena are you jealous?” Chris questioned in an accusing tone as he followed close behind me into the family room "that girl was a fan and I was just saying hi” he explained trying to lessen the tension as I continued to walk away, towards the foyer.

“Yea just saying hi with all those arm touches, looking her up and down, kissing her cheek- I swear to god Chris if I wasn’t there you would have probably let her come to bed with you!” I shouted as I took off my heels placing them in the small closet and rubbed my feet.

“Mi Amor I'm sorry, I promise it was all harmless” Chris sighed as he placed his hands on my shoulders, going in to massage them "Vos sabes que yo te amo y nunca quiero hacer algo para lastimarte"

I flinched away, moving his hands away from me and walked up the stairs.

"Stop lying to me, and to you because we both know none of that is true” I mumbled from halfway up the stairs

But no, I ain't too proud

I couldn't be there

Even when I try

You don't believe it

I had locked myself in our shared bedroom and proceeded with my night routine. Before getting into bed I heard a soft knock on the door.

“Chris” I whined “I’m done with this for the night”

“Nena, can we please talk about this?” He pleaded as I rolled to my side facing away from the door

“Chris I’m done for the night” I sighed

“Can you at least open the door...por favor nena” Chris implored

“Can’t you just sleep on the couch tonight I don’t want to deal with this anymore” I groaned

I heard Chris mumble something from outside the door before turning away and going back downstairs.

We do this every time

Seasons change and our love went cold

Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go

Run away, but we're running in circles

Run away, run away

I tossed and turned all night unable to fall asleep with the fight with Chris still beating through my thoughts. I huffed as I tore the covers off of me, slipping on one of Chris’s sweatshirts and opened the door. Guilt pooled my body as I saw a now cold tea mug on the ground. I sighed, picking it up and making my way downstairs. Chris laid sound asleep on the white couch in the living room. I placed the cup on the coffee table and snuggled in next to him. His arm instinctively wrapped around my lower waist and held me close. I melted under his touch, as I heard him let out a content sigh.

“Chris?” I almost inaudibly whispered

“¿Si?” He mumbled

I wiggled around under his arm, turning to face him. His sleepy big brown eyes met mine as he waited for me to continue. My hand intertwined with his high lighted locks as I gently played with his hair.

“I’m sorry mi amor” I sighed “I overreacted”

One thing lead to another, and our lips came crashing onto each other. My leg wrapped around his waist as Chris moved making me fall onto my back as he hovered his body over mine. He kissed my neck hitting my sweet spot making a soft whimper escape my lips. Chris tugged my sweatshirt off, as I yanked off his shirt. He kissed my collar bone and down my body. Heat flooded down to my core as I tugged on his locks begging for more.

“Papi...I need you” I moaned as fingers grabbed the hem of my panties

“Fuck Nena” He groaned as he pulled the fabric down exposing my soaked entrance slipping a finger in drowning it in my arousal.

He nipped my inner thighs before kitten licking my wet folds sending me on a cloud of pleasure.

“Chris” I whimpered as I tugged on his soft locks

He tugged on my bundle of nerves before drawing stars on it. My headshot back as my toes curled as he did all the right things to my core. Slipping two fingers in and curling them at the right angle.

“Papi” I whimpered

Chris changed the pattern to figure eights as he pumped harder. Two fingers stretched me out nicely enough to please me, but not enough to fulfill me tonight.

“Papi I need more...I need you inside me” I begged as I grew desperate

He let out a groan as he pulled his mouth away from me. Chris lowered his boxers and wasted no time inserting himself inside me. I let out a fulfilled moan and scratched down his back as his first thrust threw me into the stars. We kissed desperately letting out all of our unspoken emotions. His tip pounded into my inner sweet spot as he moved his lips to my lower neck. A knot formed in my lower stomach as he nipped my warm skin.

“Papi...I’m close” I whimpered as my hands found their way back into his hair

“Cum for me nena” He grunted as his thrusts lost their tempo

I let the knot to snap, as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My thighs shook and toes curled as Chris rode me out. His name escaped my lips as I hit my highest point. I felt a warm liquid shoot inside me as Chris let go of his own orgasm. He slowly pulled out of me and laid back down next to me. His arm grabbed my lower ribcage and pulled me closer. My head snuggled on to his other bicep as he kissed the top of my head.

“Te amo nena” He whispered before the two of us drifted off to sleep

I dare you to do something

I'm waiting on you again

So I don't take the blame

We went three consecutive days after that without fighting, arguing, or bickering at each other. Tonight, we decided to celebrate how well their promos were going and hit the club. As soon as the door opened, the Latin music enveloped everyone's ears. Chris ordered us a drink, which turned into two, then three. I grinded on him, as the music possessed my body and the alcohol pumped through my veins. I barely noticed he left my side when a warm pair of hands wrapped around my waist making my hips sway onto his.

“I've been watching you all night and damn ma you got some moves” an unfamiliar voice growled in my ear

“Chris your voice sounds funny” I giggled

But before I could piece together that the man standing behind me wasn't Chris, my arm was yanked and I was pulled off the dance floor.

“Nena I leave you alone for one second and you already find yourself someone new? Yet, I am the one who is always accused of bringing someone back to the hotel with me, and that I am the cheater!” Chris huffed as we walked outside of the club “I swear to god, nena I have never even kissed a fan on the cheek and I take your hurtful words and never say anything! But I am tired of this double standard you set up.” By the end of his rant, Chris was left panting and red.

His words felt like someone had shoved a knife through me and twisted it. His facial expression, the darkness in his eyes petrified me to the point where I ran off. I hid in the crowds of people hearing him scream my name.

Run away, but we're running in circles

Run away, run away, run away

I stopped running when I reached my favorite diner. The warm familiar smell and faces soothed my nerves. As a hostess who always took the night shifts walked me to my usual table.

“I’m surprised you and your boyfriend didn’t come in here together tonight. He’s been waiting for you ya’know” She cheered with a friendly smile as she walked me to my booth

My breathing hitched as I saw Chris look up at me from the booth. He was less tense than before, as he watched me slide into the opposite end of the booth.

“What are you doing?” I questioned

“Nena, I've been thinking for a while and we need to talk” He sighed as his hand rubbed his face and dragged it down, a thing he only did was he was nervous and stressed.

Let go

I got a feeling that it's time to let go

I say so

I knew that this was doomed from the get-go

I bit my bottom lip and bounced my leg quietly as I felt bad news headed my way.

“What is it?” I finally questioned as I toyed with the menu trying to distract myself from what was yet to come

“Lo Siento cariño” He sighed dodging my eye contact “but we need to break up.” he finally choked out as he looked out the window

“What? Why?” I gasped, thinking back to all the times we broke up in the past.

But this time he sounded and acted differently, sending a pit to my stomach.

“Nena...all we do is fight.” He explained making me quirk an eyebrow “We are always arguing, pissing the other one-off, estoy cansado nena.”

“We always make up at the end of every fight” I quietly protested

You thought that it was special, special

But it was just the sex though, the sex though

And I still hear the echoes (the echoes)

“Nena we never made up we just fuck” Chris pointed out locking eyes with me

I broke eye contact looking down at my hands, fidgeting one of my rings. He was right after every argument one of us would come crawling back to the other apologizing and the apology would always end in us cumming. The sex was always intense, as the two of us would let out all of our pent up anger, and other bottled emotions.

“You’re acting different this time” I blurted out “Is this...the last time?”

“I’m afraid so nena...we are no good for each other and it has to end” He stated grimly

I got a feeling that it's time to let it go

Let it go

Seasons change and our love went cold

Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go

Run away, but we're running in circles

Run away, run away

After that night, I took all of my things and moved out staying in with a friend until I found my new apartment in the middle of the city. We never texted or called after our agreement to stay away from each other for our own health. He even blocked me on all social media platforms canceling out any temptations we might have had. Three months had gone by since I last saw Chris and even started moving on. My life was going great until I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door and my heart sunk to the ground. Chris awkwardly stood in my doorway, taking in the new environment and subtle changes I did to my appearance.

“Hey nena” he finally spoke as I moved away letting him in.

I dare you to do something

I'm waiting on you again

So I don't take the blame

“What are you doing here Chris?” I puzzled as I closed the door crossing my hands over my chest

“I missed you nena” He started once again, we picked up where we left off. He slammed me against the wall, in a pang of desperate hunger.

“Fuck nena” He groaned as he lifted my hair and nipped my neck remembering where my sweet spot was.

I melted under his touch, feeling a pool forming between my legs. We quickly ripped off each other’s clothes throwing them aimlessly around the apartment slowly making it to the bedroom. Chris pushed me to the bed as he slammed himself inside me. It had been months since I’ve had him and his full size inside me, making me wince a little. Chris noticed as he kept himself slow letting me adjust before going at our old pace. The sex was rough and quick, as we desperately chased our relief wanting to see the familiar galaxy the two of us sent each other to.

Maybe you don't understand what I'm going through

It's only me, what you got to lose?

Make up your mind, tell me, what are you gonna do?

It's only me, let it go

I laid on his chest, tracing his tattoo as I listened to his heartbeat calm down.

“Chris...can I ask you something?” I started trying to muster up some courage to find the truth

“Whats up nena?” He responded as his hand softly rubbed my lower back

“Did you come back for sex or for me?” I blurted out as I looked him in the eye “I hate to ask like that because its been three months and I need to know” I cut myself off not wanting to mention I had gone on a few dates with someone and it seemed like he would want to take things to the next level and officially start dating.

“Nena I came back for you...it was hard to find you” Chris whispered as he kissed the top of my head “I missed you so much nena”

Seasons change and our love went cold

Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go

Run away, but we're running in circles

Run away, run away

I woke up to the sun gently piercing through the shades and a missing body that was supposed to be next to me.

“Chris?” I called out

No response, making me jump out of the bed taking the bed sheet with me.

“Chris?” I called out again, as I searched around the apartment.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed he was nowhere to be found and not a single text or scribbled note was left. Feeling like a complete idiot I decided to reach out to him.

What the hell I thought when my text didn’t go through

I hit his number and decided to call instead but was sent straight to voice mail. Confused, I checked his Instagram and he still had me blocked. Tears flooded my eyes when I pieced everything together. He did not come back to build a new relationship. He came back because he caught the scent of me starting something new with someone new. I had been moving on from him and he couldn’t handle that, so he came back into my life just to leave again.

I dare you to do something

I'm waiting on you again

So I don't take the blame

Run away, but we're running in circles

Run away, run away, run away

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the-noodle-king · 5 years ago

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Meet Hades, a floating Evangelion homage and exploration of how blurred the line between tank and support can get. At least, how blurred I think it can get.

Fun fact: Like how I had the ideas for 8-BIT but no design for a long time, I had (most) of a (Not Great) design and a name for Hades for an even longer time, but didn’t have a kit. Specifically, I had one mechanic I knew I wanted them to have, and that was it; reducing ally respawn timers, like a way weaker resurrect.

Well since I finally puzzled out a kit for them and then touched up their design, stats and bio are now under the cut~

Real Name: Thanos Kyveli Argyris

Alias: Hades

Role: Tank / Job: High Versatility Tank-Support Hybrid, with Healing, Barriers, Buffs, Debuffs and Healthpool Increases.

Hit Points: 400 / Health: 400

Primary Weapon: Tainarian Shards

Ammo: 5 / Reload Speed: 1.85 Seconds / Rate of Fire: 2 Shots per Second

Damage: 35 + 50 / DPS: 70 + 100 / Attack Type: Targeted Homing Projectiles

Primary Fire, Tainarian Shards: Direct the Tainarian Shards to fly at a targeted enemy, either maintaining focus on a single target and firing all 5 at them, or directing them at individual targets. Enemies hit by a Shard take 35 damage on contact, then 50 damage over the next 1s, during which they are -50% Anti-Healed. Consecutive hits on the same target add to the duration of the Anti-Heal and the total damage dealt, but not the DPS. Tainarian Shards cannot headshot. / Base Projectile Speed: 20Mps + 10% of Targets Movement Speed / Homing (Directional Angling) Speed: 5.5Mps + 20% of Targets Movement Speed / Projectile Size: 0.85M

Special: Most of Hades’ abilities require a Resource called Death Essence, which is managed via a bar next to Hades’ Health. Death Essence is gained from multiple sources; +2 per 1 point of healing received while at maximum health, +1 per point of damage dealt by Tainarian Shards DoT, +150 upon respawn (Held Essence is lost upon death), and +100 upon activation of the Necrotic Blessings Ultimate ability, as well as through the use of the Sup Death ability. up to 250 Death Essence can be stored at once, and Death Essence gained via Sup Death over maximum capacity is converting into self healing for Hades at a halved rate.

Ability 1, Sup Death: Either target the black soul orb of a fallen enemy or the white soul orb of a fallen ally. Targeting an enemy soul orb will begin draining Death Essence from it, and targeting an ally soul orb will begin expending Death Essence to rapidly reduce their remaining respawn timer. Targeting an enemy soul orb will create a locked on beam for the duration of maintaining the drain, so long as LoS is maintained to the soul orb, and while keeping the button held Hades can look around freely and use primary fire to target an ally soul orb, allowing for both aspects of Sup Death to be used at once. Sup Death both drains and expends Death Essence at a rate of 50 per second. / Ally Respawn Timer Reduction: 5s per 1s of use / Cooldown: N/A

Ability 2, Command Souls: Either create a barrier of wailing souls which charges forwards, gaining in speed as it travels, blocking damage and damaging enemies it passes through, or send out a wave of healing in a ring around you, healing allies it passes through. The barrier is a tall rectangle which travels along the floor, ~7x14M in size, and the healing ring is a ~0.3M thick ring which expands from Hades’ chest at the moment of use, both start travelling at 4Mps and build in speed at a rate of +1.5Mps, and their effects are stopped by walls but not enemy barriers. Up to 2 Charges can be held at once, with a 0.75s minimum delay between uses. / Barrier Health: 1200 / Barrier Contact Damage: 75 / Ring Contact Healing: 75 burst + 15 per second for 6s / Death Essence Cost: 75 for Barrier, 100 for Healing Ring / Cooldown: 6s per charge

Ability 3, Hell’s Hounds: Direct spectral hounds to either embolden an ally or weaken an enemy. Enemies are Slowed and Anti-Healed, while allies are Speed Boosted and receive Damage Resistance. Up to 2 charges can be held at once, with a 1s minimum delay between uses, and a charge cannot be used on the same target while a previous uses effects are still active. / Enemy Slow Effect: -30% / Enemy Anti-Heal: -50% / Ally Damage Resistance: -25% / Ally Speed Boost: +50% / Duration 2.5s / Hounds’ Travel Speed: 15Mps / Death Essence Cost: 100 / Cooldown: 6s per charge

Ultimate, Necrotic Blessings: Envelope self in Death Essence for a moment, then release it, granting Hades and any nearby allies special Necrotic Health, which hurts enemies to deplete. Necrotic Health sits on top of all other health bar temporary personal barriers, and when an enemy deals damage to it, they take 50% of that damage themself. Any allies within a 30M AoE + LoS after the initial cast time receives Necrotic Health, and the amount of health given, as well as it’s maximum duration, is dependant on the number of people affected. If Necrotic Blessings only effects Hades, he receives +300 Necrotic Health lasting 10s, if more than just Hades are effected, then the amount given becomes 100, +25 and -1s for each person effected (including Hades), starting at +150 for 8s at 2 and adjusting appropriately from there, to a max/minimum of +250 for 4s. / Cast Time: 1.25s / Required Charge: 2400

Passive, Necrophage: Hades walks the line between life and death, and receives benefits from such proximity. Hades continuously passively regenerates health, as well as receiving bursts of healing when enemies or allies die in close range, and his Respawn timer is halved by default. While at full health his passive regeneration translates directly into passive Death Essence generation. / Passive Healing: 2.5 per Second / Burst Healing on Enemy/Ally Death: 25/10 Respectively / Burst Heal Activation Range (Enemy/Ally): 25M/10M + LoS

Ultimate Voiceline (Self & Allies): Let Death Be Your Strength!

Ultimate Voiceline (Enemies): Ο θάνατος είναι η δύναμή μου! (O thánatos eínai i dýnamí mou!)

Hero Select Voiceline: Death Is Not An End, But A Beginning...

Home / Base of Operations: Μιανές, Cape Matapan, Greece (Formerly), Unknown (Currently)

Nationality: Greek

Sexuality: Pan/Ace / Gender: Trans Man / Pronouns: He/They/We

Age: Unknown / Date of Birth: 18th of January

Height: 5ft 10in

Affiliation / Allegiance: None

Backstory: Starting shortly before, and continuing all throughout the Omnic Crisis, a small team of scientists in southern Greece were working on revolutionary technology which would have changed the world’s very perception of Death itself, or, so they boasted to their government sponsors.

Little is known about just what they were working on specifically, every stage of the multiple inter-connected projects having been beyond top secret from the start, but what a special few know, is that there was a breakthrough shortly after the Crisis ended, which was reported to the branch of the Greek government which had a degree of oversight to it all. the report was written as they all were, in code, and it was short, as they all were.

It said, once decoded “We have made unprecedented progress. Tests must be done. We are optimistic.” No further reports were sent.

When the scheduled check in was missed two days later, a small, discreet military force was sent to secure the facility where they had been working. Just as the scientists had, they went dark. Radio silence. Missing.

A larger force was assembled, and a week later the facility was secured. All of the research was gone, every piece of paper burnt, every piece of equipment irreparably destroyed. And every scientist, as well as their families who had lived on-site, were gone, no bodies to be found.

Some time later, a man calling himself “Hades”, and proclaiming himself a reincarnation of the very God himself, appeared on the international scene, his face caught on a CCTV camera flagging up a red alert in a small, discreet branch of the Greek government, with the name of the son of one of their missing scientists written next to it.

#Hades #Thanos Argyris #Overwatch OC #Overwatch Skins #Overwatch Abilities #Character Bio #Character Design #Tank OC #Art #Paint Tool SAI

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animaopen · 5 years ago

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Four hours into your stakeout, and nothing had happened so far. Which was almost expected, really — you had anticipated having to play the long game here. Finally some movement in one of the pockets of Hollow Ground’s expansive network, so you’re in a building opposite, settled in for the night.

Just above an alley, where there was a door that was not as inconspicuous as it had hoped to be. Enough locks and a slot you’d seen open once or twice in the course of your work. So you stretch, eyes flicking over the monitors once more. Regular foot traffic had made your head spin initially, until you’d decided to make up backstories to explain why they were in this neck of the woods.

Until, there, on the left. You don’t zoom in, because you’d shorted out more than one mouse in the course of this operation, so you’re stuck squinting. Trying to work out the fuzzy shape, and damn if you should’ve had a hand installing the higher quality tech.

But this figure is new. Joined by three dogs, that much you can tell. Down the road, moving between the monitors as they walk. Casually, too layered for the weather — granted that wasn’t unusual, really. Always people with things to hide.

And you know, know you shouldn’t think too much about it. That it shouldn’t strike you as odd. But who the fuck walked around Los Diablos these days with dogs kitted out in vests that shined in the light?

You realise, then. Bulletproofing. Turn down the alley and right outside your window now. Pushing the chair back, you’re just at the corner, peeking out from behind the curtain.

Someone’s outside the door. Pointing. Yelling. Not in English, definitely. Far too much handwaving to be polite. To no affect of the person with the dogs and you can’t make out their face, with how it’s hidden behind goggles and a mask, hood drawn up. Shapeless. You needed a better angle.

No telling how much time you had to move until things escalated. Fire escape down a level, as quiet as a mouse. You’re probably obvious if they look up, but with how the dogs push in front of their human, it isn’t looking pretty.

The person sighs, hand going to their face, as if to press against their forehead. Whatever it was, be it a deal, or a discussion, it wasn’t looking good. You just can’t decide who for. At the sound of growling, more men filed into the alley, boxing whoever it was in.

A command is said, and you could vaguely say it might’ve been vaguely German, with how the dogs sit. Lie down.

“We’re not your fucking dogs. You can’t just tell us where to go, and expect it to fucking happen!”

With a cock of their head, their dogs look up. Synched. Eerie. “Really? I thought that was part of the deal.” Voice distinctly higher than the rest of them, even if it was muffled, but they still haven’t taken their hands out of their pockets. “I say jump, you ask ‘how high’.”

“That was before the Rangers got involved.”

Low growl. “I don’t know who your source is, but the Rangers aren’t involved.”

Interesting. Your eyebrows shoot up at the admission. Territory dispute? You’d heard low level grumbling from contacts about changing of hands, new money coming in. Those discussions had been behind closed doors, away from prying eyes. This seemed remarkably public, all things considered.

Never mind that you couldn’t tell who was the heaviest hitter.

“They know—”

“They don’t,” finally, hands out of pockets. Unarmed. You think.

Doesn’t seem to bring down the tension, not even a little. If anything, it just sets the thugs even more on edge. You lean a little further over. Still hadn’t been noticed. Granted, you could cut the tension with a knife, as the person opens their hands in front of them, fingers spread wide. Gloves. Nothing notable, like claws, or a knife. They were at the mercy of at least ten armed men, and they only had three dogs.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Voice heavy. Assured.

Finally, a gun is drawn. Aimed, dead centre. “We don’t listen to you anymore, Sidestep. Your days are numbered.”

It’s like a slap, that the person you’re looking down on is Sidestep. Attempted legacy villain. And your blood boils, at how you could drop, right now, perhaps take them out. This is them, right here, right now. No armour, no holds barred.

“Fass!”

Their voice is a snap, dogs springing into action. If there’s bangs from weapons, you don’t see bullets connect. Just the snarls and screams, as one dog goes for a man’s groin. The other two dragging down elbows. Sidestep is quick, movements so damn familiar in how they disarm, take, fire.

Double tap, kick. Ducks and gets an elbow in the back. Three down. You don’t know, if you want to see Sidestep taken down, as they’re thrown to the ground, grappling with two men who were still standing. Would remove the issue — but it wouldn’t be by your hand.

And the Rangers always got their man.

“Hier! Zielen auf!”

One of the dogs lets a throat go, and bowls into them, knocking them back. Bang bang! Bang bang! Empty click, and they’re rolling out the way, throwing the gun aside, picking up another in their movements.

A high pitched whine breaks through the air, and it wasn’t human. You can’t deny how your heart lurches, as you watch one of the dogs drop. Nothing visible, but there’s a scream, and it’s like everything goes into overdrive. There’s no stopping your wince, at the cracks that follow. One more goon down.

Three left. And it seems they understand the weight of their mortality. Weapons dropped, hands in air. Apologies fill the space, and Sidestep is breathing hand. Reloads their weapon, and a headshot at one of the ones who were grovelling. Another, at one gasping on the ground, holding their torn throat.

“You will. Obey.”

“Yes, I’m sorry, Sidestep, we’ll do whatever you want, please—”

“Brummen.”

On command, the two standing dogs snap and snarl, low growls as they creep closer to the one who had been arguing earlier. Sidestep removes the only other goon left before you even have a chance to blink, and crouches down beside their other dog. You don’t hear it, but their shoulders drop. Did they really take out one of the dogs?

A pause, no, they’re up. Whatever Sidestep had said, commanded, they were on the last man. Teeth around his throat, but not quite pushing in.

“Warten. You understand my terms now?”

“Yes, yes, god, yes, just get the dog off—”

“And you will continue to serve?”

“Yes, fuck, are you listening? I’m sorry, we won’t—”

“Good. Platz, Teddy. Down.”

The dog just seems to smile then, mood changed. Happy and dancing around Sidestep’s legs, alongside the other two. Not at all deterred by the bodies in the alley, nor how it had been shot at, only minutes before. Sidestep turns, gets three steps away, when you see the man raise his gun.

You don’t know what possesses you to shout out. Wait! But Sidestep is faster. The quick draw. Fires one single bullet before the guy even gets his arm up in the air. A crack of the whip through the air, and you hear them sigh.

Look up at you. And it’s like before — how they tip their head to the side, and their dogs follow suit. Staring. Nothing is said, and you can’t see their face. Can’t figure out what they do. But the gun is thrown to the side, and you’re not given a backwards glance. Just like that. As if your arm doesn’t ache in memory, and the words don’t roll around in your head.

Like you didn’t even matter, and that made your blood boil.

#fallen hero rebirth #ricardo ortega #sidestep #*my fic #*logan #*tilly #*trixie #*teddy #no dogs were harmed in the production of this fic

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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Watch "thunderstruck" on YouTube

They keep doing this to our son, and they sound really horrible to us he says he don't sound that great and Mom doesn't sound that great and she says weird s*** right away and they do too make it stupid it's true too. Then you say you're too much competition and it goes on like that and is there a horrible and it's gross. She get hit a little. Would okay it's not a headshot and it's not that bad but everybody is freaking out about it. This says I should be it's the last of a people and who would do that and people are looking at Trump and they think it's him and it could be bja and they're both suspects and everybody thinks it that people think it's really the clones cuz they're starting fights with them and that's what's going down

The huge number of attemots and he doesn't think any of them are half decent at all

And that movie starts A Man apart shortly too and a lot of people are very upset about it they hope she doesn't get taken down there and they're mad about it and I have a whole plan. Several things are going on that are kicking off what's happening the exhibition tomorrow at Fontana and everyone's going out there and it might happen then and she's afraid and wants to show people she knows how to play guitar. Want to see our angle. When we're not for our clones grabbing her no. And she probably gets well and we believe she does she feels pretty quick and they are pursuing both of them a lot of people are though. And he goes to jail in Los Angeles for the drug dealing thing and the movie A man apart. And it's caught by BG then boards are playing turns into Nichols cage and they have that episode then raising Arizona occurs there's a big fight and they lose ships. And he blames our son over and over eventually gets kicked out of here. And nothing happens you just gets booted and once the ship start getting taken they start going very fast and that's what's going to happen and after the episode he starts becoming Neo after raising Arizona and you can see because he's already almost Dave and believe it or not dumb and dumber happens after during this episode heat occurs the money is taken to Utah and has the opposite effect and the place is beat the hell over and over then Tommy Allen grabs it in San Francisco takes it to Australia the place is beat the living hell you can see them with the briefcases leaving with the money and they're taking it back and it's Dan I think she'll run the bank because of it and he tries to get it there and in another movie it's intercepted and brought to Utah. And die hard is one of those movies and it's loose it's taken out of there and by one of Trump's characters and they fell and Bruce Willis loses it and the police take it and one of his Mack and he takes it to Utah there's a whole bunch of movies actually that drives a share that was in San Francisco same story or similar in LA where the cops are Max and they just moving out there what's going on all over the place

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patrick-ch · 6 years ago

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Ch.1 Valor Academy

In order to fully grasp the current situation, I have to take to you back to the beginning. Before we became Spartans..

The Year is 2568, a little over a decade after Fire Team Osiris retrieved Master Chief and his team. The 6 of us just graduated from Neo Los Angeles Prerequisite Academy and got accepted into Valor Academy of UNSC. Where are my manners;

my name is Will “Zero” Martinez Age: 21 Height:5′5 Weight: 160lbs Favorite Weapons: Battle Rifle, DMR, and Sniper Rifle, Specialty: Thinking Outside The Box, I’ve never been a fan of conventional thinking, always looking for new ways to come up with a solution.

The tall islander looking one next to me is Pj “Sachi” Hidalgo Age: 20 Height:6′0 Weight: 156lbs Favorite Weapons: Battle Rifle and Sniper Rifle and the occasional Rocket Launcher, Specialty: God Hand, He can tell how much bullets have been shot based on the vibration of each shot, which also allows him the perfect time to reload.

To his right we have Bernard “Relentless” Cabrera Age: 20 Height:5′5 Weight: 150lbs Favorite Weapons: Battle Rifle and any Sniper Rifle, Specialty: God Eye, give him a scope and target and he will automatically know how high to aim and how much to lead his shot within seconds.

And then we have Nathan “Lucky” Nobleza Age: 19 Height: 5′7 Weight: 170lbs , Favorite Weapons: Battle Rifle, DMR, and his all time favorite Dual SMG, Specialty: Perfect Angles, he’s always finding new ways to use grenades or even off angles to shoot from.

Next we have Deneb “Mizu” Arillaga and Ray “X-Ray” Esperanza, these two are the... “HEY MAKE SURE YOU DON’T GET KICKED OUT AND WATCH OUT FOR THOSE TWO!!” a woman screamed from a nearby van. “ YEAH WE GOT IT! NOTHING WILL HAPPEN TO THEM! I hope...” Pj says with heavy sigh. “PHILLIP! I mean it, if anything were to happen to them I swear on my grave I will enlist myself and beat all of you in front of everyone! LOVE YOU LITTLE BROTHER!” Sher yells out loud. That’s Auntie Sher, after we lost all of our parents in the Invasion of New Los Angeles, we all moved in with her and her husband Nelson.

We all head to the gate to check in, we are then greeted with an A.I. “Please Scan Your Identification Card.” *Scans ID* “William Martinez, Code Name: Zero, Welcome to Valor Academy” After the rest of us sign in we head to the field for Orientation, as we get to the field we see more and more Fire Teams. Some newbies, and some teams that have been there from the semester before. Pj notices the all female Fire Team. “YOOO! Who is that beautiful piece of everything?!” Pj says with a big smile on his face.

Deneb stops Pj from approaching and tells him “DUDE! That’s Fire Team Demon Rose, Lead by Alexis Shon, call sign “Mercy”, next to her is Kayleen “Shadow” Kamimura, Alice “Rose” Chan, and Logan “Logistx” Edra. They’re called Demon Rose, because they are not only beautiful but they’re also very lethal. Also they are Ranked #2 in the Elite Class, but rumor has it they could have been #1 but Mercy threw the match because she felt sorry for Team Oblivion.

As they’re talking two figures start making their way towards Zero and Company. “DO YOU PUSSIES HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY THEN COME AND SAY IT! And for the record, we won fair in square. Mercy just couldn’t finish that’s her problem, SHE’S TOO SOFT AND DOESN’T BELONG IN THE SPARTAN PROGRAM!”

At that time the Head Master walks to the podium. *Clears Throat* “Welcome to those of you joining us for the first time and those of you that have returned. For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Kenneth “Sanctifyed” Obrique and I am the Head Master here at Valor Academy, We at Valor Academy expect the very best of you, as you do the same for the staff and instructors. Today I welcome all of you to a new year, and with something new that myself and a couple of the Instructors here have come up with ourselves, to make sure you do your best. At any time you are allowed to challenge any of the Elite Teams for their spot in the Elite Class . The current rankings are as followed,

Oblivion: Jasen “HB/Steezee” Lau, Ralph “Samurai” Rumbaoa

Demon Rose: Alexis “Mercy” Shon, Alice “Rose” Chan, Kayleen “Shadow” Kamimura, Logan “Logistx” Edra

Atlantic: Ken “Ziggy” Dela Cruz, Bryan “Ah Hell Yeah(AHY)” Gutierrez, Andrew (T-Eyez) pronounce as Ties, Moses “Dandy” Galvan

Gamma : Jordan “BreezY” Barnachea, Gerald “Trigun” Barnachea, Jimmy “Uncreated” Baton, Bernard “Influent’ Credo

Elements: Kathleen “Ice” Tran, Jackie “Fire” Tran, Eric “EXT” Cordova

Fire Teams can have a minimum of 3 Members and a maximum of 4. Seeing how Fire Team Oblivion has two members, they will be demoted to the regular class and will have find one or two more members to make a squad. After this you will locate your quarters and fit yourself with an AI. With this being said, I wish you all the best of luck and Welcome again to Valor Academy.”

“STRIVE! PERSEVERE! AND FEAR NONE!” Everyone chants.

“Excuse me sir, but does this mean we are allowed to challenge an Elite Team right now?” Someone says from the crowd. “Yes that is correct, who may I ask is asking?” the Head Master questions while squinting into the crowd of students. “Sorry for my rude behavior Sir, that would be I, Pj “Sachi” HIidalgo, First Year, of Fire Team Hayabusa.” Pj says as he stands and saultes. “Well cadet, what did you have in mind?” the Head Master asks in wonder. “I would like to challenge Fire Team Oblivion, Sir!” Pj says confidently. “Alright, well do you accept the challenge Fire Team Oblivion?” the Head Master asks. “ Yee we accept, easy claps! Am I right Samurai? We not gonna lose to a team that barely made it through the qualifying test” says HB as he high fives his only team mate. “Okay well that settles it we have our first challenge of the year, Fire Team Oblivion vs. Fire Team Haybusa. But before we can finalize the match we will need Oblivion to find two more team mates to fill in their squad.” “No need for that sir, we’ll take those the one with the big mouth and the one next to him.” HB says confidently. “And what are your names cadets?” Head Master questions. “My name is Deneb “Mizu” Arillaga, First Year of Fire Team Hayabusa B, and I am Ray “X-Ray” Esperanza also a First Year of Fire Team Hayabusa B.” the both of them said.

“Okay, well as of now both of you are now a part of Fire Team Oblivion. The match well be a single match. To win the match you must immobilize the whole enemy squadron. You will be fitted with Mk4 Training armor once you are fitted with an AI, These Mk4 Armor can only handle one armor ability. Active Camo will not be available but Armor Lock, Evade, Bubble Shield, and Dash will be available. Also these Armors can only handle one ability, so choose wisely. Each of you will be given 2 Grenades, a weapon of choice, and pistol. All weapons are loaded with a Armor Locking Agent, that once it comes into contact with a surface and or air, it instantly hardens. As long as you can still move you can fight, so a headshot will only impair the vision. This will test your teams trust in one another. After receiving your AI, you will head to the armory, suit up, and choose your weapons. The best of luck to both teams.”

“YES SIR!” Both Teams yell.

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While there are many similarities between a good portrait and a high-quality professional portrait, the big difference between the two is that a company headshot shows people working for the same company, so all the different portraits should have a unifying element both technically and aesthetically. Corporate headshots are often used on websites and other official announcements and must accurately reflect the look and feel of the company or brand.

How to Prepare Yourself for A Corporate Headshot Photography?

One can easily get many photographers while searching for ‘Headshot Photographer near me’ but you are also responsible for preparing for the shoot. First, if possible, try to sleep, exercise, and bask in the sun in the weeks leading up to the session. The editorial team will send your selected photos before sending them to you, but your preparation will help make sure the photos look as natural as possible.

Secondly, you should wear whatever clothes you want for a few days before the session. You want to make sure your clothes still fit and don't need to be dry cleaned.

Lastly, take a look at some of your past photos and see if there are any that you like. When you arrive at the studio, show that to your (Los Angeles) corporate headshot photographer and this will help them find the angle you think is good and comfortable for you.

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anthonyphotography · 11 months ago

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DO ASPIRING MODELS NEED A PORTFOLIO?

So you’re trying to start your modeling career in beautiful Los Angeles, and when talking to friends, you’ve heard the buzz about portfolios. But, do you really need one? I’m Anthony Mongiello, a professional headshot photographer here in the city and I’ll tell you the answer!

WHY MODELS NEED A PORTFOLIO

In a world that moves at the speed of a camera flash, a killer portfolio is your secret weapon to make jaws drop and agents take notice. It’s not just about pretty pictures; it’s about telling your story, showcasing your versatility, and proving you’re the next big thing. Think of it as your visual resume, your backstage pass to the modeling universe. With every click, you’re saying, “Hey world, I’m here, and I’m ready to slay the runway!”

Now, let’s break it down. Imagine scrolling through Instagram, and you stumble upon a profile without a portfolio. Meh, right? But then, you find another profile with a carefully curated selection of stunning shots – different moods, expressions, and styles. That’s the magic of a portfolio. It’s not about quantity; it’s about quality and variety. It’s your chance to showcase your versatility and your potential. Trust me, in this industry, a striking portfolio is your golden ticket.

YOUR VISUAL IDENTITY

Okay, you’re on board with the portfolio concept. But what’s the secret sauce for creating one that turns heads? It’s all about crafting your visual identity. As an award-winning headshot photographer in Los Angeles, I’ve seen it all, and here’s the insider scoop. Your portfolio is your personal brand, and consistency is key. Think of it as telling a visual story – each image should flow seamlessly into the next, creating a captivating narrative that screams YOU.

Start with a killer headshot – the kind that stops people mid-scroll. This is your anchor, your first impression. From there, show the different versions you can portray. Show the world the many shades of you – editorial, commercial, lifestyle – let your portfolio be a kaleidoscope of your potential. Demonstrate your range, from sultry to sweet, fierce to friendly. Remember, this is your chance to shine, so don’t be afraid to get creative, be authentic, and let your personality sparkle through the lens.

HOW A PORTFOLIO OPENS DOORS

Now, you’ve got your stunning portfolio in hand – what’s next? Let me tell you, it’s your golden ticket to navigating the industry jungle. Agents, casting directors, and clients want to see what you’re made of before they invest their time and resources. Your portfolio speaks louder than words; it’s your visual pitch that opens doors and creates opportunities.

Imagine you walk into a casting call armed with a portfolio that radiates confidence, versatility, and professionalism. Boom! You’ve just set yourself apart from the crowd. Agents love it because it makes their job easier – they can see your potential at a glance. Clients love it because it assures them that you’re the right fit for their brand. Your portfolio becomes your advocate, working for you even when you’re not in the room. So, aspiring models, think of it as your backstage pass to success in the industry.

WHY A PROFESSIONAL PHOTOGRAPHER MATTERS

Now, you might be thinking, “Can’t I just snap a few selfies and call it a day?” Hold your horses! The quality of your portfolio matters just as much as the content. This is where a professional photographer like yours truly comes into play. In the era of high-definition screens and discerning eyes, the difference is crystal clear – pun intended.

A professional photographer brings expertise, artistic vision, and technical know-how to the table. We know the angles that flatter, the lighting that enhances, and what turns a snapshot into a masterpiece. Remember, your portfolio is an investment in your future. When you choose a professional photographer, you’re getting an experience that elevates your portfolio to a whole new level.

BOOKING YOUR PORTFOLIO SESSION

Excited much? I know you are! Now, it’s time to take the plunge and book your portfolio session with us. Don’t just dream about the runway; let’s make it a reality together. Visit our website, check out our portfolio (practice what we preach, right?), and hit that contact button. Whether you’re a budding model or a seasoned pro looking for a portfolio refresh, we’ve got you covered. Let’s tell your story and make your mark in the world of modeling. The spotlight is waiting – are you ready to shine?

Original Article Posted on https://www.anthonymongiello.com/do-aspiring-models-need-portfolio/

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hunteroil456 · 3 years ago

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Gta 5 Fur Macbook

Rockstar North takes a bold approach to open-world freedom, storytelling, and mission-based gameplay in Grand Theft Auto 5. In it, you can live the digital life you’ve always wanted. Get the most money, best cars and best house that money can buy while having fun completing heists, stealing cars, and robbing stores. GTA 5 has all you need packaged in sweet 4k resolution.

Grand Theft Auto V for macOS Today we are excited to announce that another game is available. We are talking about the famous action- adventure video game, Grand Theft Auto V for macOS. It is a game developed by Rockstar North and published by Rockstar Games. The long awaited Grand Theft Auto 5 (GTA V) for PC has been released, which got us thinking; Will GTA 5 ever be released for Mac? Will GTA 5 ever come out on iPhone or iPad? And why do Apple. This site contains user submitted content, comments and opinions and is for informational purposes only. Apple may provide or recommend responses as a possible solution based on the information provided; every potential issue may involve several factors not detailed in the conversations captured in an electronic forum and Apple can therefore provide no guarantee as to the. Here in this article, I will show you how to download and install GTA 5 for free for Windows PC or Mac. Video game designer company Rockstar Games has amazed its audience since 1997 with its fantastic games.One of its best and most popular games is Grand Theft Auto, known colloquially as GTA.

Cinematic experience

It is an iconic and innovative game that will only get better over time.

Grand Theft Auto V for PC has a barrage of features that the console versions lack. One of those differences? With GTA V, you can play from a first-person perspective. Yes, you can finally be in the story instead of just controlling it. Feel the thrill of shootouts, robberies, and police chases. Don't be surprised if you strut your stuff like an action star; some missions reference classic films like Heat and Lethal Weapon 2. But, what really makes this open-world game better are the amazing graphics. See the surrounding mountains, country roads, and white sand beaches of Los Santos in 4k resolution. Developers have also added more details to heighten the effect: animals, weather effects, and DLC vehicles to immerse you in the experience.

With the game’s enhancements to its cinematography and movie-inspired story line, it would be a waste not to show it off. That's why developers of the action-packed game decided to add its own screen recording tool, Rockstar Editor, and let you record your gameplay. It's exciting, giving you the chance to share your heists, headshots, and heart-stopping stunts with other players. You’ll also enjoy the editor’s Director Mode to create your own scenes; mess around with modifiers like low gravity, flaming bullets, and invincibility to make your characters look as tough or as silly as you want. When you have your characters all together, play around with camera angles, depth-of-field effects, overlapping text, scoring, and much more.

The real deal

Trust that Rockstar will always create worlds you can jump into. While other games take you on a tour of multiple cities, GTA 5 focuses in on Los Angeles. Even if the city was renamed to Los Santos, it is obvious that the many palm trees, cosmopolitan areas, and lush hillsides are based on the famous City of Angels.You'll see how gazing at the scenery will leave you impressed by the developers' attention to detail.

It is through the eyes of the three protagonists that you will get a feel for what the city is: a safe haven for nobodies... beginning with Michael De Santa. He’s made a living off robbing banks, but a failed attempt at a heist lands him in witness protection. He is placed in the lavish suburb of Rockford Hills with his cheating wife and bratty kids - what a bittersweet way to live. He still finds solace in his psychotic but reliable best friend, Trevor Philips. On the other side of the city is Franklin Clinton. Clinton is what Townley and Philips were in their prime: young, strong,and eager to make something of himself. Although you play each character separately, they will eventually end up working together on missions. You will have to manage how well they work together and how well they deal with other gangs, killers, and cops. Use each of their special abilities to gain an advantage on missions:

· Franklin Clinton’s Driving Focus lets him move across the city quickly. · Michael De Santa’s Bullet Time helps him aim at enemies more precisely. · Trevor Philip’s Red Mist lets him inflict more damage on others without severely damaging himself.

It’s important to know that special abilities can be used for a limited amount of time. What you can do is increase the character’s stamina. For example, you can partner Michael’s ability with practice at shooting ranges or shooting more enemies in general. It will increase his accuracy and reload time. Another way to progress in the game is to switch characters during missions. This is an extremely useful feature, letting you back each other up in critical situations.

No money, no problems

When Rockstar announced that it was developing Grand Theft Auto’s fifth installment, they said that it would focus on the pursuit of the almighty dollar. But, it doesn’t seem that way. The story revolves around the heist, not you robbing banks left and right. If you do want to rob places, you can rob a convenience store - which is a bit of an insult given that Michael and Trevor are professional robbers. If it’s any consolatio though, you can carry out new heists and other action-based missions in GTA: Online.

Where can you run this program?

If you want to wreak havoc on the streets of Los Santos, Rockstar North recommends these specs:

Operating System · Windows 7 64 Bit Service Pack 1 · Windows 8 64 Bit · Window 8.1 64 Bit

Processor · Intel Core i5 3470 @ 3.2GHZ (4 CPUs) · AMD X8 FX-8350 @ 4GHZ (8 CPUs)

· Memory: 8 GB

Video card · NVIDIA GTX 660 2GB · AMD HD7870 2GB

· Sound card: 100% DirectX 10 · HDD space: 72 GB

Is there a better alternative?

In the open-world of sandbox games, two titles stand out: Grand Theft Auto V and Red Dead Redemption 2. They have similar game mechanics; RDR2’s setting, graphics, and gameplay make it a great alternative.

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The Red Dead Redemption series is a Western-themed action adventure game also created by Rockstar Games. Red Dead Redemption 2 is Rockstar’s most ambitious attempt at an open world; it has the biggest map of all the games the developer has ever created. It is so vast that it would take you fourteen minutes to gallop across the game, edge-to-edge.

The graphics are also another great feature. The hyperrealistic old town saloons and undisturbed countryside pay great homage to the American frontier. The only drawback to Red Dead Redemption 2 is that it is exclusive to consoles. Play it on your PlayStation 4 or Xbox One console, in Red Dead Online, or in your PC with the help of the RPCS3 emulator.

Our take

Gta 5 For Macbook Pro

The Grand Theft Auto 5 has its flaws: tedious side missions, slightly disjointed story line, lackluster end-game content. But, it will feel like a minor inconvenience after you have experienced the best action sequences of any GTA game. By letting you play three contrasting characters, you get to see Los Santos in a different light every time you play.

Gta 5 For Macbook

Should you download it?

Yes. It should be a staple in any gamer’s collection.

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Teaser for Polypocalypse

You know, if you had asked me yesterday what my greatest wish was, I'd have no real idea what to say. Maybe, a nice home, steady job, and loving wife and kids. Or enough money to last me the rest of my life. Hell, maybe a really good chicken sandwich.

Today, I know exactly what my wish would be. I want to find god and punch him.

In the face.

Honestly, the signs had been mounting for a long time. Most of us had been too stupid to notice, but the apocalypse gave plenty of warning. Natural disasters had increased, in different parts of the world. Our governments kept getting worse and more totalitarian, and most of us did nothing about it. And then, one day, it happened. Everything predicted in the book of Revelation began. The moon turned blood-red, and the doomsayers barely had enough time to say "I told you so" before the earth itself split open.

And then a giant serpent rose from the sea and wrapped round the earth.

I'm no biblical scholar, but I gather that wasn't supposed to happen.

At this point, nobody knows what's been happening. Nobody knows who's alive or dead. We've adapted as best we can, but things aren't going great. My apartment is gone, crushed by a pile of debris, and most of the survivors eaten by the snake. Right now, we've holed up in an old nuclear bunker on the outskirts of town. There's twenty of us here, and back in town... well, I doubt anyone outside is still around.

I checked my watch. It started about eight hours ago. At midnight yesterday, the moon turned. Two hours later, the serpent. It went straight through the middle of town, eating everything in sight. Now, all we can see is the middle section of its body, wrapping around through the center of our home. Before our radio died, we heard it was going in a straight line and was currently passing through Los Angeles. By now it could be halfway across the Pacific.

"Hey, Murph. You think we got a chance?"

I looked up. It was one of my neighbors from before all this. Never talked to him much.

"I really don't know, Bill. It's all happened so fast. I barely had time to grab the stuff next to my bed, let alone any food. We'll have to wait until things calm down to scavenge, and even then it could all be gone.."

Bill Burns nodded grimly. From the little I knew of him before this, he was a pretty positive guy. But this kinda thing changes people.

It was changing me, too. For the first time in my life, I was thinking of giving up. All my life I'd prepared for everything that could happen. I kept a shotgun by my bed in case someone broke into my house, I kept a gas mask for chemical attacks... most people called me paranoid, but I figured I'd be the one laughing when something bad happened to our town.

Well, something happened. And strangely enough, I don't really feel like laughing.

This was all so... big. People, I can deal with. I can stand up for myself, I can fight back. But how do you fight the world going to hell around you?

If only there was someone or something I could fight, something tangible, that would be great...

FEAR NOT.

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, ringing in my head like a gunshot. From the looks of it, everyone else heard it too.

THE LORD SHALL TAKE THEE NOW. LAY THYSELVES DOWN AT HIS FEET AND KNOW HIS MERCY.

There was a pause, then something ripped off the roof of the shelter. We all stared at it.

The thing was... well, it looked... I have no idea where to start. I saw feathers, a lot of feathers. And under them... the thing looked humanid, but shriveled and thin. I could see the outline of ribs, with more feathers tapering off from the grooves, and its eyes were empty pits of skin. I didn't see a mouth anywhere. Its skin was pale white, and almost translucent, but around the creature was a golden light that gave it a tint. The one thing that struck me most was... all those feathers, but it didn't have wings. We barely had time to wonder what it was before we got our answer.

I AM HIS MESSANGER, ANGEL OF COURAGE. MALCHEDIEL.

I blinked. An Angel? Are you kidding me?

NOW, ONCE MORE, GIVE YOURSELVES TO HIM AND... WHAT?

I don't know what posessed me to stand up then. This thing was clearly on another level. Maybe that's what pissed me off. Who the hell was he to act all high and mighty over us?

"So, what? We go with you like good little Christian soldiers, end up in heaven, just like that?"

YOU WILL BE JUDGED BEFORE THE GATES. THE LORD WILL CAST THE SINNERS INTO A PIT OF FIRE AND REWARD THE RIGHTEOUS.

"Riiiiiight... Well, no offense to the Lord, but I think I'd rather take my chances down here."

The shelter fell into a deep silence. All eyes were on me, with good reason. I had just mouthed off to one of god's messangers, after all.

YOUR WISHES ARE IRRELEVANT. THE EARTH MUST BE CLEANSED.

"See, I'm just not into that shit. You want me? Take me. But I'm not gonna go willingly."

VERY WELL.

I gripped the wooden handle by my side and waited. As it turns out, it wasn't long. Malchediel's not-mouth tore open, bits of blood and skin hanging from his chin, and let out a ear-piercing screech before lunging at me.

I grinned. Perfect. Fucker won't know what hit him.

IN THE NAME OF THE LORD, I SHALL CLEANSE THIS-

The voice was cut off by a loud explosion. The angel reeled back, clutching at its face and staring at me in disbelief.

"What's the matter, Mal? I just want you to meet my lord. His name is Oliver Winchester."

Sitting in my hand, the double barrels still smoking, was a Model 24 that I had sawn the end off of. I reloaded and started walking towards him, still pointing the shotgun.

CHILD OF ADAM. YOUR FATE IS SEALED.

"Yeah, yeah. Save it, featherbrain."

I took another shot, this time for the center mass. But as soon as the shot hit his chest, the pellets bounced off like they'd hit a solid metal wall. Mal lunged again, this time with claws getting dangerously close to my face. I jumped back, but now my back was to the wall, and I didn't see him come around to grab me.

O LORD, TAKE NOW THIS WAYWARD CHILD INTO THY KEEPING...

Damn. What was the trick? Why did the first shot work, but not the second? I swung my leg and kicked at Malchediel's body. A sharp pain in my leg prompted me to look down.

One of the feathers had pierced my leg with that last kick. Damn, that stung. It was like a stab wound...

That's it.

The feathers. They were his armor. The first shot was a headshot, straight to the face. I planted my foot against the wall of feathers for stability, popped in another round of buck, and stuck the gun right in it's gaping mouth and pulled the trigger.

With the sound still ringing in my ears, I fell to the ground. Malchediel was screeching again, and I could barely distinguish it from the leftover noise of the shot. I quickly got up and surveyed the damage. The angel was lying prone, its fall apparently having left a crater in the floor of the shelter. 'Angel of Courage', my ass. The other survivors were huddled along the walls, staring at both of us with wide eyes.

I reloaded one more time and limped over to Malchediel, shoving the gun in his mouth at an angle. Straight towards where a human brain would be.

H-HUMAN, YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU...

"Just where does an angel go when it dies? I think I'll help you find out."

NO... PLEASE, MERCY...

I smiled.

"Fear not, asshole."

BOOM.

And with that, it was over as quickly as it had begun. I stood in the middle of the ruined shelter with angel brain coating the floor and wall. Slowly, the other residents approached.

"Um, mister?"

I looked down. It was a little kid, I didn't know him. Probably lost his family in the quake.

"Who are you?"

I smiled, and knelt down next to him. "Name's Gunner Murphy, kiddo."

Bill was the next to come by and sit with the kid. "Gunner? That a name or a title, Murph?"

"Can't it be both?" I asked with a grin.

#Polypocalypse

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