#i also emphasize the hater part to give people a heads up into the way that they do interest me. which has to do with corruption

[brother-emperors]

also to clarify, while I'm a Medici Hater, it's like. half a joke. I don't like them, but they're interesting, which is a more valuable metric than likability. I emphasize the Hater part because awhile back I called myself a Pazzi Apologist as a joke on twitter and all the Medici Stans™ decided to act like a bunch of condescending brats about it so I decided to make it my brand for fun and whimsy.

[khaleesiofalicante]

About the show thing...

I mean, if you think something is better than the other, it doesn't mean you like one and hate the other, right? I think most of us like the show so much too.

I, personally, prefer books to the show, It was a pretty good show indeed, but, they changed the main story so much. It wouldn't make any problem, if it didn't make most of them out of characters.

I can give you some examples that annoyed me the most:

First: I still cannot believe Alec couldn't say Magnus was in Valentine body. I know their relationship was true, but common!! It was so very new in TRSOM too! And it was much, much harder to find the real Magnus between hundreds of similar illusions. But he did it. Cause he's Alec. So I was so much disappointed when for whatever reason they had, Alec couldn't distinguish between them.

And, even if he couldn't be sure, how could he let them torture somebody they had the potential to be Magnus? That's not Alec Lightwood. No.

Second: They were not really good at showing the true nature of Alec's interest to be in the Clave. In the books Alec refused being the head of any institute, cause he didn't want power. He wanted change. He wanted to change the law for Magnus. And for his children. And himself. Also for all those ShadowHunters and downworlders that had similar situations like them. So,

1) I still don't see why he would accept becoming the inquisitor. I can pretend that it was because he thought that title made it easier for him to become Consul one day? But it doesn't seem like that tbh. It just emphasize on the Alec's interest in politics that they portrayed in the show.

2) I cannot imagine the problem with the soul sword happen with book Malec. Like, it was sooo much of a politic move. And dishonest. Sure, Alec lied to Magnus in the books too, but that was an act of love and jealousy and he was hurting AND it was so much Alec. A boy that loves you so much that he does the most stupid thing ever to be with you as much as possible. Yes, he also fucked up in the book, but in a sooo much Alec way. With his heart in his hand and without any guile to conceal how much he loves Magnus. BUT in the show, it was like they wanted to show us that: of course, Alec loves Magnus, but he's a Shadowhunter first, and he can lie to Magnus when necessary if his kind is in danger. And I don't think there is anyone who has read the books and doesn't know how much bullshit this is. Alec would never. That's not a guess. It's a fact.

Third: I seriously didn't like how they shows parabatai in the show. Sure, in the books too, Jace was always the one who seemed to care less about their bond, and Alec was mostly the one who always watched after Jace. BUT, we could clearly see how much Jace cared for Alec. When he told Alec that he wasn't not in love with him, he was just trying to convince himself so that he didn't have to risk. Even before Alec himself knew, Jace told him he was in love with Magnus. And this conversation means a lot, coming from a boy who doesn't like to speak about feelings. Or how Jace fucking prayed, when Magnus was ill, cause no body better than him knew what Magnus' death would do to his brother, and that made him terrified. All I'm saying is that you couldn't see the beauty of their Bromance and parabatai bond but watching the show. In the show they just brought the parabatai topic up, when Alec wanted to chase Jace and risk his life, AND of course, in most of god-damned malec fights. I was really done with how much they tried to show Alec had to choose between Magnus and Jace. And for what?!! Because he had a fucking crush on him once?! They never made Alec chose between Magnus and Izzy, or Magnus and Max. It was just Magnus and Jace, like Alec still felt anything more that brotherly love for him. It was frustrating honestly. And most of Jace haters are the people who's just watched the show. And honestly? I don't blame them for not knowing the true Jace Herondale. Alec and Jace's relationship in the show was portrayed kind of toxic. It was showed one-sided and the reason for a lot of Malec fights. And with no other example for parabatai, lots of people got the wrong idea.

Fourth: Clary!!! OMG I can't believe how they managed to show her sooooo much annoying! Sure, she was reckless in the books too, but she was also scared, like he should be, and confused, and with so much love. In the show she was bossing every one around at the first day of seeing the shadow world! She also acted so mighty and like she knew everything god-damned thing! I mean, seriously?? -.-

Fifth: Simon and Clary slept together in the show. I don't think I need any more explanation for just showing the disaster.

And, and, and...

There are other things here and there, but these were the most important failures in my opinion. Of course it's ok to change the story, it makes things interesting but, I think they ruined some things in their characters in the process. Alec's guileless nature and pure heart, Jace's deep care for Alec and his loved ones other than Clary, Clary and Simon's friendship nature ( Clary did love Simon romantically in the show, just not as much as Jace),...

But that being said, we all love SHTV, and these are just criticisms I think it deserved. And , I love Harry and Matt beyond understanding, maybe not as much as real Malec but I still don't think there are any actor who can play Malec better than these two. I just didn't like the story line.

Also, sorry for ranting 😶🙈🤭🤭 I just had an overwhelming need to say these after I saw that ask. *Hugs* thank you for listening 🙈😂

Okay but this is all very interesting. The points you made are very different from the ones people use to criticize the show.

I was particularly impressed by point no.2. I didn’t even realize it but the show didn’t capture Alec’s ambition of changing the Clave. Of course it wasn’t evident in the tmi books at all. So that’s fair. Even we only learned about it after trsom and tda and gotsm. But they could have included that since it’s an important part of his personality.

Thanks for the rant tho. It was very educating 🤭

And yeah, just because you find something flawed, it doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy it :)

[tomakeitbeautifultolive]

Hate Rhaegar Targaryen? Here's why you're wrong.

Re: “Fuck Rhaegar Targaryen”: A lesson on how to read between the lines in fiction to learn the truth.

On George R. R. Martin:

“I think there are two types of writers, the architects and the gardeners. The architects plan everything ahead of time, like an architect building a house. They know how many rooms are going to be in the house, what kind of roof they're going to have, where the wires are going to run, what kind of plumbing there's going to be. They have the whole thing designed and blueprinted out before they even nail the first board up. The gardeners dig a hole, drop in a seed and water it. They kind of know what seed it is, they know if planted a fantasy seed or mystery seed or whatever. But as the plant comes up and they water it, they don't know how many branches it's going to have, they find out as it grows. And I'm much more a gardener than an architect.”

On Elia Martell: Considering GRRM's self-described gardening style, Dorne and its culture were almost certainly built around Elia Martell. Rhaegar's wife was polyamorous, and the author needed a way to tell us that, thus the culture of Dorne was given this attribute.

Further, while Rhaegar crowning Lyanna queen of love and beauty is known as the moment all the smiles died - it's emphasized that “Elia’s reaction to the event remains unknown” ...Well isn’t that convenient?

On House Martell: Do even the Martells blame the Targaryens for what happened to Elia and her children? Here’s what it says in the wiki:

“During the Sack of King's Landing, Ser Gregor Clegane raped and murdered Elia and also killed her son, Prince Aegon Targaryen. Another Lannister knight, Ser Amory Lorch killed her daughter, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen. After hearing of these deaths, Oberyn attempted to raise Dorne for the exiled Prince Viserys Targaryen.

Oberyn and his brother Doran worked in secret for years planning on bringing an end to the reign of King Robert I Baratheon and destroying House Lannister. Oberyn traveled to Braavos, where Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen were living with Ser Willem Darry. Oberyn and Willem signed a secret marriage pact, with the Sealord of Braavos as witness, promising Viserys the hand of Princess Arianne Martell in marriage, in return for Dorne's help in reclaiming the Iron Throne from House Baratheon.”

If Rhaegar was solely responsible for Elia’s death, why would Oberyn work to align Dorne with the Targaryens once again, to put them back in power? Because he only wants revenge on the guilty parties: Lannister and Clegane.

On Aegon and his sister wives: Aegon had two wives. A first wife married out of duty, and a second wife married out of desire. Sound familiar? Good. It's supposed to. GRRM uses historical parallels like this as hints all the time, and Rhaegar’s obsession with the three heads of the dragon and naming his children after these historical relatives is a way to link them in our minds.

The fact that Rhaegar likely believed he needed three children to fulfill a prophecy - Aegon, Rhaenys and presumably Visenya... is also a hint that Elia, who could not bear him a third child, might've even encouraged Rhaegar to take another wife.

Sound absurd? Rhaegar tells his wife, as she holds his newborn son, that there must be one more, as is seen in Daenerys' vision in the House of the Undying:

“There must be one more. The dragon has three heads.”

                    "History is written by the victors."

On Robert Baratheon: Virtually everyone had a good opinion of Rhaegar expect for Robert Baratheon. The victor. This man harbored a negative opinion of the prince based on jealousy and a personal vendetta.

Ned says to Robert:

“You never knew Lyanna as I did, Robert. You saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath.”

Think Lyanna is just some silly trollop? Try again. The woman who would run away with an already-married man had this to say about Robert:

“Robert will never keep to one bed. I hear he has gotten a child on some girl in the Vale. Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature.”

Again, Rhaegar and Robert seem to be complete opposites in every way. So if Robert is the type to whore around on his wife, perhaps that's yet another hint that Rhaegar didn't, wouldn't, and wasn't. Rhaegar's reputation as a villain stems from this man alone, Robert Baratheon, who was not a good person.

Even on the show, Bran confirms that the Rebellion was built on a lie - so, why do so many opt to believe Robert Baratheon, a terrible king, husband, father and person - over three of the noblest men in the series - Barristan Selmy, Ned Stark, and Arthur Dayne?

On Rhaegar Targaryen: Arthur Dayne, one of the most chivalrous and noble knights, was Rhaegar's oldest friend.

Ned Stark never once has a negative thought about Rhaegar, even letting us know that he didn’t think Rhaegar the type of man to cheat on his wife:

“For the first time in years, he found himself remembering Rhaegar Targaryen. He wondered if Rhaegar had frequented brothels; somehow he thought not.”

Even Jorah understands who Rhaegar was, time and again telling Daenerys how different her brother Viserys is to Rhaegar, that Rhaegar was the last dragon and Viserys is “less than the shadow of a snake”. (...and I really should not have to recount why Viserys is a terrible person. That shit ain’t subtle at all.)

When Daenerys saves the life of a lamb girl, she says:

“I will not have her harmed. I claim her. Do as I command you, or Khal Drogo will know the reason why.”

She and Jorah then have this exchange:

“You are your brother's sister, in truth.” “Viserys?” “No. Rhaegar.”

Lastly, Barristan Selmy, who watched Rhaegar grow up, has this to say:

“Even as a child, your brother Viserys oft seemed to be his father's son, in ways that Rhaegar never did.”

So we've got two people now, telling us Rhaegar and Viserys were different. Viserys is directly compared to Aerys, whereas Daenerys is compared to Rhaegar after she saves someone's life and helps them.

When Daenerys asks Barristan whether there was any good to be said of her father, he replies:

“There is, your Grace. Of him, and those who came before him. Your grandfather Jaehaerys and his brother, their father Aegon, your mother... and Rhaegar. Him most of all.”

Barristan also confirms Rhaegar’s feelings toward Elia:

“Princess Elia was a good woman, Your Grace. She was kind and clever, with a gentle heart and a sweet wit. I know the prince was very fond of her.”

On the show, Barristan tells Daenerys of Rhaegar's character. Confirming that Rhaegar found joy in singing, not killing. Recounting tales about how Rhaegar would sing to the common folk, giving his money away to them, to orphanages, or taking his lifelong friend and guard out for drinks.

On who is actually to blame for Elia's death:

Aerys Targaryen, Tywin Lannister & Gregor Clegane (Duh)

It's not Rhaegar’s fault for neglecting to assume a lifelong House Targaryen ally would betray him and his family. If you think this, you are victim blaming.

(Victim blaming occurs when the victim of a crime or any wrongful act is held entirely or partially responsible for the harm that befell them.)

Tywin waited until he knew which side would win the Rebellion before picking either. Fuck, Tywin wasn't even certain he'd betray the Targaryens!

Was Rhaegar aware of all the ways his father offended Tywin Lannister? Oh, absolutely. Which is part of the reason he was almost certainly conspiring to de-throne his father, for offending the entire damned realm left and right!

“When this battle’s done I mean to call a council. Changes will be made. I meant to do it long ago, but... well, it does no good to speak of roads not taken.”

Jaime tells us that it was not Rhaegar who forbade Elia’s escape, but Aerys:

“Rhaegar met Robert on the Trident, and you know what happened there. When the word reached court, Aerys packed the queen off to Dragonstone with Prince Viserys. Princess Elia would have gone as well, but he forbade it. Somehow he had gotten it in his head that Prince Lewyn must have betrayed Rhaegar on the Trident, but he thought he could keep Dorne loyal so long as he kept Elia and Aegon by his side.”

Jaime feels immense guilt that lingers for not protecting Rhaegar's family. He blames himself, not the prince, even defending himself to the ghost of Rhaegar, who tells him:

“I left my wife and children in your hands.” “I never thought he'd hurt them. I was with the king...”

Even Jaime Lannister never thought the children would be hurt. Tywin’s fucking son. You'd have to be pretty daft, at this point, if you think Rhaegar is the one responsible for the murder of his children. Further, note that Jaime’s internal characterization of Rhaegar cares about his wife, Elia, and their children.

On Jon Snow: Love Jon Snow but hate Rhaegar Targaryen? Too bad. Boy was written to be just like his daddy, and no, I don’t mean Ned.

Like his father, he was “born in grief” and is described as sullen, and his father, melancholy. They've got similar lean builds, dark-hued eyes, both observant and good fighters, described as noble, honorable and good (and ‘comely’). Even the way Jon died echoes Rhaegar’s death:

“Jon fell to his knees. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. 'Ghost,' he whispered.”

“Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman's name...”

Lastly, in the show, when Jon meets Daenerys, she says, “We all enjoy what we’re good at” and Jon replies, “I don’t.”

Just like Rhaegar. Because, after all, Barristan told Daenerys that Rhaegar “never liked killing”. Jon Snow is his father’s son.

To any Rhaegar Targaryen haters out there who managed to pick up on literally zero of the above clues - You badly need to work on your deductive reasoning skills.

Also, please never write a book.

[maserati-yokota]

AJW SUPER HURRICANE Commercial Tape 4/9/94

Rie Tamada vs. Chaparrita ASARI

This is ostensibly a rookies match but Tamada had been at it since 91 and ASARI since 92 so really this is just a juniors match. Tamada ties ASARI up like a bow in an attempt to keep her off her feet. The crowd couldn’t care less, but despite the wealth of talent on this show, the crowd seemed to all have dosed with Niquil so don't worry about it. This is perfectly fine and easily the best singles match either of them produced in their early days. Don't let the perverts in the audience sway you.

Mr. Buddhaman vs. Tomezo Tsunokake No firecrackers in this one! Lots of spots they worked around the circuit but also some pretty brutal spots. The crowd thinks this is comedy because the crowd is awful people. There are way worse ways to spend your time. These two could've lead a whole goddamn promotion.

Suzuka Minami & Tomoko Watanabe vs. Takako Inoue & Kaoru Ito I think even at this point Suzuka was still under the shadow of her former tag partner Hokuto, so the crowd is expecting a less than fiery performances from her. But everybody here shows the fuck up. Another counterpoint for everybody who says these four never blossomed. Haters never die.

Zen Nihon Senshukenjiai: Mima Shimoda vs. Miki Handa Miki Handa is sadly a footnote of the era. But in reality she was to LLPW what Plum was to JWP; she takes a colossal ass-kicking like an Absolute Girl and makes you love her and want her to win even though you know it ain't likely. In terms of the inevitability of CTE, that sucks a lot; but in terms of the wrestling narrative of the era (and still evident today, i.e. how Tam Nakano is booked in Stardom) it’s fun to have somebody who’s good at chasing and bad at catching. Stan Hansen? Great at chasing; didn't work as a champ. Ya feel me? Handa catches Shimoda with a quick German at the bell. Shimoda responds by doing the rope spot the world was tired of years before it finally stopped happening. Test of strength into finger stomp. Shimoda was LCO from the jump! Suzuka Minami on commentary, per usual. Shimoda doing joint manipulation and folding Handa into an origami frog is PEAK Shimoda. If Shimoda is Hokuto Lite, Handa is Cuty Suzuki Lite. Neither of those things are bad. Most of us will never be anywhere near that good at anything.

Shimoda throws Handa into every metal surface in Tokyo. Handa sells it by being THOROUGHLY peeved, then vertical suplexes her like a frilly Jumbo Tsuruta. Makes no sense but such is televised wrestling. You watch for the glorious moments when things coalesce into something greater than their constituent parts. Shimoda proves she's the WCW Ric Flair of the era by refusing to sell for anyone and just going thru her standard shit. UNTIL Handa gets her in a surfboard and then Shimoda looks like she's recovering from a visit to the dentist's. Weird sell but ok. Handa is def selling her part of the story--that Shimoda sucks on the mat; which we all knew but weren't sure would be enough to put her away. Surprise! It isn't. Mostly cuz Shimoda doesn't really ever wanna do business.

Zenjo vs. LLPW: Etsuko Mita vs. Eagle Sawai I can tell by the opening mat sequence that this is gonna be a 100hrs long. Eagle could go, she just always got mired in the mid-card sludge cuz no one in upper management thought she was photo book material. Mita Etsuko without a bright pink chair to hit folks with is rarely a Mita Etsuko you wanna watch.

Bull Nakano & Sakie Hasegawa vs. Manami Toyota & Kyoko Inoue Holy shit! How is this buried in this largely-forgotten event? Peak era for pretty much everyone involved. Hasegawa in upstart heel mode is a mood for the ages. She jukes Inoue and Toyota, Bull takes one step into the ring, and the crowd goes pale. Bull and Hasegawa take turns turning Toyota into a balloon animal ripe for popping. Hasegawa Tiger Suplexes Inoue into a billion day-glo shards. Hasegawa sells a top-rope DDT like someone everyone knows survived a catastrophic neck injury just a few years before--which is to say, like, "...that's all you got?" Bull doing a vertical suplex with a bridge is the rarest Bull; the crowd is a fog of question marks. Toyota's mouth is dripping blood. Hasegawa's spinning heel kick would still pop a crowd into a froth today. Watching her toss Toyota off when she goes for the lucha roll is so cathartic; no one wants to see a funny move done without a shred of irony. It is to Toyota's career as male pattern baldness is to Shawn Michaels. Why not have fun with it? Toyota does the German Airshow Leap to the outside and eats shit. (She's still bloodied, btw.) Bull figures if they both switch off chipping away at Inoue and Toyota, their combined efforts will rule the day. But twas not to be. The Fringe-Lace alliance get that good good W. Toyota realigns her nose and is back to looking crisp for the post-match interview. Hasegawa let's her shiny rainbow singlet, emblazoned with puff-paint, speak for her.

Aja Kong vs. Reggie Bennett This match wasn't even listed on the tape! I had no idea. This is their first encounter and will presumably last longer than their match from Arsion in 98--i.e., I am allowed to blink. No one will ever have better entrance music than AJW-era Aja Kong. It's inconceivable. Reggie has one giant French braid, cut-off overalls and a hardhat and she is your new fashion GOD. Aja does some Muta bits like spitting mist and doing a flying shoulder block. I'm glad the crowd enjoyed it cuz I think it sucked. Despite her present-day role (giving joshi aces a bog-standard 30min match on a monthly basis), Aja Kong transcends conventional gimmickry. She doesn't need that shit. Her reputation precedes her. It's at this point I notice Reggie Bennett is a beast who absolutely mauls Aja for the first 15min like no one I've ever seen. It's not just the booking; she legit tosses her around like my cat bats a balled-up tissue. Where is the Reggie Bennett shoot interview??? Aja shotays her way out of danger until they go into the crowd segment. Will Reggie blade?? Will she ever do a shoot interview? No and no. She does, however, power through two brutal lariats only to powerslam Aja! Has that ever happened? I cannot emphasize enough how intense Reggie's pace and strength are in this. Reggie takes a diving elbow to the clavicle and immediately dies. That made no sense. Aja spits yellow mist and now I hate her. Reggie Bennett forever. Post-match, Aja talks shit. Reggie commits herself to training harder. I say it again: Reggie Bennett forever.

Zenjo vs. LLPW: Yumiko Hotta & Toshiyo Yamada vs. Shinobu Kandori & Harley Saito I expect a Golden Corral buffet of kicks. A dumptruck full of kicks. A Nor'Easter of kicks descending upon me like I'm some quaint little hamlet. Kandori and Saito are basically the toughest LLPW had to offer. They're ready for Yamada and Hotta, though, and this is up and headed for the first overloaded plate of kicks before the bell has rung. Did Hotta vs Kandori ever happen? Shoulda. Kandori is horngry for AJW BLOOD. Saito is dressed like a tradtional Afghan dancer who has just discovered rave. Hard to say which I love more. Yamada kicks Kandori right in the jaw and...yeah no I've made my decision; I love that most of all. Hotta seems genuinely afraid of Saito. Kandori taunts Hotta, teasing the showdown, then decks Yamada with the QUICKNESS. This rules. Yamada has stepped up the stiffness for the occasion. You love to see it. Why didn't we get a year of these tag matches like All Japan in 91? Kandori dumps Yamada off her shoulders in one of the most wreckless things I've ever seen in a wrestling ring. Unfuckingreal. Hotta tries to smother Kandori but fears her Fujiwara armbar. As do I. They blunder into the finishing stretch with Saito as the speedbag. Saito never got her due. They seriously could've setup a whole year of main event booking around these four. Yamada finally nails her insanely complicated finisher and the streamers rain down. Structurally awkward but radiating more heat than most well-established feuds.

[immiebee]

Traditions and new beginnings (The Arcana OC(MC) / Valerius)

Oh gods.....look at this damn fluff. Please don't sip on the hater-aide....let them love each other.

Lactarius- my Apprentice OC/MC

***************

Just let me get to my room..... Lactarius slowly walked back to her room in the palace, ruffling her flared dark brown hair. Her blue eyes drooping in exhaustion, she stretched her hands above her head. All she wanted was to take a bath and fall into the overly large bed. As she opened the door to her room Nadia had been so generous to allowed her to stay in, her head cocked to the side as she saw a large bottle of wine on the nightstand. Raising an eyebrow she noticed the smell of warm scented  bath water. Glaring at the cracked door, she stormed over to it throwing it open. She paused as she barreled through the door and  was met with an extremely flustered, angry, and no to mention practically nude Valerius. After regaining some of her senses she crossed her arms and glared.

"What are you doing in here."

Valerius equally regaining his senses sneered back, "I'm in MY new room witch. What are YOU doing in here." Rolling her eyes Lactarius growled back, "Nadia had given me this room when I came here before and told me this was my guest room."

"Well it is now mine. Seeing that my old guest room in under constructions of sorts. And since I'm Consul I get the next largest room." Valerius sank down into the bath more, glaring over at the enraged witch. Smirking he lifted his glass and drank waiting for her to turn and leave. What he did not expect was the witch would begin removing her feral clothes and proceed to walk towards the bath with a grin on her face. She tried to hide a blush of her own, her body wasn't exactly as fit as the Countess and if she was being honest, she had more of an athletic curvy form. She sank down to her collar bone in the warm water and closed her eyes sighing and stretching out her sore muscles. With a smile on her face she peeked her one eye open to look at the Consul next to her. She was not disappointed. He look flustered, slight pink across his cheeks and he tried to look anywhere but towards her. Her soft cream skin glowed with new vitality as she soaked up the bath salts. After a while she sat up and slowly turned to the edge of the tub grabbing some soap and began scrubbing herself. Valerius stared at her in disbelief and then grabbed her wrist. A sneer present on his face, "What are you doing?" "Cleaning Consul....have you not taken a bath before?" she chirped back.

"Those are mine. You are stealing my soaps and leaving me with nothing. What will I use?"

Before he could take back his statement he felt her arms around him and heard her giggle.

"I can share. In fact not only am I willing to share my room. I'm going to share this bath and my bed with you." Lactarius emphasized the last word with a soft soap suds boop to Valerius' nose. Valerius glared into her eyes before rolling his grey orbs in defeat. He sat up and pulled her closer pouring soap in her tangle of hair. He scrubbed until he was satisfied with her mess of brown, her undercut distinct and uneven, just like the rest of her hair.

"What is with this chaos you call hair?" he jeered.

She glared up at him while scrubbing his arms and chest, "When you live on your own long enough you learn how to do things on your own. Besides even when I was little and living with my mother in our village the elders always cut my hair."

"Oh...did they always cut it this way? Surly other girls cut their hair in your village."

Lactarius stopped scrubbing and clutched onto the Consul's arms and let her shoulders sink, "Not really. Long hair was part of the village tradition. We were an all female tribe. We focused on honing our magic until we were old enough to leave the village. We could come and go as we pleased, have and take lovers, but never keep them in our tribe."

Washing the soap out of her hair, he watched as she played with the ends of his hair. A soft sad look crossed her eyes as she rose out of the bath and walked away to the bedroom. Valerius finished with his bath followed her pale figure into the room as the both dressed in each others presence. He gapped at her in a long white shirt that looked all to familiar. Staring back at him in his grey robe that was cut just a few inches over his knees, she looked down at the shirt she had stolen earlier that day.

"Yes its Lucio's," she chuckled, "I stole it earlier today. I always like his night shirts! They looked comfy."

Valerius shook his head, smirking. After he was banished his room and all that was his was either burned or mysteriously dissappeared, now he knew why some of the night shirts of all things had gone missing. He sat on the edge of the bed pouring himself a glass before waving at the witch he was rooming with.

"Anyways, why didn't you follow tradition? Did you not want to be there?"

Her eyes shot open, " NO! ...I wanted to stay there....but I was more into exploring. I didn't want to learn inside the village walls. Why study magic in a safe area!? There was a whole world out there waiting for me to find its magic. But whenever I went into the nearest town with some of the elders I always was caught following travelling mercenaries. I wanted to be like them...so much so that one day after a group of us got back from the town I decided to cut my hair. I used to have hair as long as Nadia's, but one knife later and a lot of tears from the rest of the tribe, I had this chaos of hair as you so lovingly put it."

She stood up on the bed bouncing and flapping her arms wildly. Valerius covering his glass as wine threatened to slosh out. Grabbing her leg and throwing her off balancing he watched as she bounced a couple times before staring up at the ceiling.

"My village you had to follow an elder. What your powers were defined what elder was your mentor." Lactarius sat up breathless.

"And your powers are...." Valerius pried, eyebrow raised intrigued.

"All witches have basic powers we all share, but then we have secondary powers that are unique to each witch. Mine that I had been blessed with was dream walking and shapeshifting.” Valerius snorted, "Dream walking? So you sleep walk?"

"NO! Dream walking is like going between realms, sometimes I can peer into others dreams if they dream powerful enough.....its hard to explain. Even to other witches."

"And the shape shifting?" Lactarius smiled sheepishly at the blanket. Valerius looked over at her, giving pause mid sip. He could swear her tangled mop of hair was growing. Yes, he thought, it is. He watched as dark brown traveled down a little past her shoulders. It was raised like the hackles of a hyena, but it looked ethereal. Magic.

"What's wrong?"

Valerius reached out and gently touched the mane of hair falling down over her back. Sensing that she had lost a little control of her magic, Lactarius gave a startled squeak. Her beautiful mane disappeared under Valerius' touch in a soft whisper of smoke.

"Why can't I see?" he chuffed, slightly offended.

She shuffled towards the end of the bed facing him, blush creeping over her. She rubbed her hands along her thighs trying to calm herself.

"You sure? Most people don't like what I am. I scare them."

Valerius leaned back against the nest of pillows, "Do you turn into a giant spider?"

She laughed sitting up a little straighter, "Not exactly. But its not something people see every day."

Her eyes went sad as she stared down into her hands. Tears threatening to spill.

"I'm even a freak among witches. I cant help it. Its not my fault the goddesses chose my form."

Valerius sat his glass down crawling towards her placing a hand in hers, "Well I cant see what kind of "freak" you are until you show me."

Sighing she sat up on her knees and let her magic wash over her. Her body was consumed in a soft grey smoke and tiny golden sparkle falling onto the bed. Valerius sat on his heels waiting for her reveal with grey eyes focused. He stumbled back starlted when a humanoid clawed hand revealed itself from the smoke followed by furred arm. Valerius watched as the figure raised over his head and sat back on its haunches. What greeted him was nothing short of magic and danger. A chimera.

Her face still held a resemblance of human but also that of a lion. The tangle of miss cut hair had turned into a long flowing chocolate mane. Her skin?fur? was the color of her once human flesh with more of a dappling of shade here and there. What really brought his fear into perspective was her tail. Instead of soft regal that was the lion half of her,danger raised from between her shoulders in the form of a blue black exoskeleton that protected her spine all the way down to her haunches. Instead of stopping there it continued and became a scorpion tail. Nothing short of long and elegant like the rest of her form but twice as deadly. Valerius swallowed hard and stared up into soft blue gold eyes.

"So this is your....shape?"

The chimera leaned down and gave a snort, grinning a full row of teeth complete with large canine fangs. Valerius reached out tentatively pulling back. Lactarius leaned forward placing the top of her head in his shaking hand.

I'm not going to eat you. I already had supper remember. Nadia, her family, us...... just a few hours ago.

Valerius reeled back staring around. She hadn't talked. He would have felt her jaw move if she did. She sat up stretching her back legs, all feral human/lion like toes spread. She smirked and chuffed, falling over on the bed.

Telepathy of sorts, Consul. This body doesn't speak like a human would. Just think of it how a witch talks to their familiar.

Valerius nodded his head. Eyes wide staring at the lounging creature at the end of the bed.

"So. This is your form?" he paused, "Well if I'm being blunt you could have gone for something a little smaller. Like sneak sized."

Lactarius gave a snort as she rolled over on her back, front limbs stretched above her head and flexing her hands?paws? out of sync.

Are you saying I'm not cute in this form?

Valerius rolled his eyes, "Utterly adorable. Now can you change back? I would like to sleep sometime tonight and cant very well get comfortable with a witch the size of lion in my bed."

Lactarius smirked and smoke slowly settled over her form again. Valerius watched and sucked in a gasp when she emerged again. She was lying on her back, staring up at him, arms over her head. Her eyes glittered as he met her eyes. She rolled over her short tangle of hair sticking up in different directions, the perfect display of bed head.

Sighing Valerius held his arms out to her, "Come here wild witch. Your hair is a disaster it needs brushing."

She crawled up to the head of the bed with the amused man. Lactarius settled a leg on each side of the Consul looking into his face, smiling. She grabbed the half empty wine glass taking a drink of it and smacking her lips as she finished off the last of it. He rolled his eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Heathen."

She nuzzled into his neck slowly relaxing into his tender care, "And yet you are sharing a bed with me." Valerius snorted gently pulling her hair and tilting her head up to meet his.

"And y-" he paused staring at her now sleeping frame on his.

Her eyes were struggling to stay open, but she had used most of her magic earlier as she entertain Nadia and her famliy. The Prakans were gracious to her and even after she had politely let Nadia down when she had requested for her hand in marriage (her heart had found another as she eliquantly put it while meeting Valerius' eyes) Nadia's family still welcomed her with opened arms. Namar was smitten with her as she performed different light tricks during dinner and making the flames on candle turn into tiny dancers swaying with the music.Lactarius was in every way a mixture of tradition and new beginings. It was something that had Valerius frusterated at first, but after everything that had happened before Lucio's banishment, he was begining to love. Valerius placed a hand over her eyes slowly running his fingertips lightly over her eyebrows and forehead. She made a soft noise of happiness and she ground against him. He shifted slightly blowing out the candle and then sinking down into the large plush bed.

"Shhh... sleep. We can talk in the morning." He wrapped his arms around her waist slowly letting sleep claim him as well.

[spring-emerald]

Please do another Haikyuu Idols au but this time with all the setters 🙏

Haikyuu Setters Idol!AU

I’m sorry it took solong. I didn’t know that the setters would give me difficulty imagining them asan idol group. (Also because you said all… OTL.) BUT HERE IT IS!!!! ( I included members who are setters but haven’t been animated yet… so I guess this contains spoilers?)

Disclaimer: Once again, myreferences are from K-pop, than J-pop, since I know more about that. Conceptsand songs were by groups I am familiar with. If the captain’s one had been donewhile I was crying about Boys24, this one is brought to you by PD101S2.

Note: No Oikawa or Moniwa. They’re over here with theother captains and other random things. 

The Group in General

-      What can I say, this group is just full ofpretty people. ALL ULZZANGS I TELL YOU!

-      This group also consists of mostly peoplewho project quiet, chic, and sassy image and they have been called the ‘FlowerBoy-dols’, ‘Model-dols’, ‘Sassy-dols’ and all other variants that people canthink off just to emphasize how beautiful (and sassy) they are.

-      A lot of buzz had already surrounded thisgroup even before their debut, because some of them have experienced fame indifferent forms. Fangirls are easily baited. One look at the boys and theynever looked back.

-      However, this was kind of a double edgedsword, because most people thought that they’re all just pretty faces with no actualtalent to back them up. (Haters do say the meanest things. They are most DEFINITELYWRONG of course.)

-      But that was all behind them now. Theirfanbase is as strong as ever and they’re gaining more as they promote.

-      So like, I kind of visualize that theircompany introduced the members of the group by dropping little hints/’facts’about the member all throughout the day, and will end with that member’s teaservideo and picture that details his profile.

-      Then surprise, surprise! After that shortteaser video, they actually have a short intro video, recorded with V-Live.

-      Imagine being a fangirl and doing this for10 days, every other day, just to die and resurrect again for the rest of themembers.

-      Then they update with the album highlights,and MV teasers up until their official debut.

-      When the MV had been released, and all ofthem have been introduced, they do a group v-live to formally introducethemselves as a group, inviting the support and love of the people.

The Members

Semi Eita – Eita is the Leader of the group. He alsoserves as the lead dancer and is mostly responsible for overlooking the member’sactivities. Eita started his career as back up dancer to some solo femaleartists, but he didn’t hesitate to join the agency when they recruited him. He’sthe kind of leader that doesn’t really step into the spotlight and is justcontent with letting the other member’s do their thing but knows when to puthis foot down. Always thanks fans for their gifts and for watching their liveperformances.

He’s like EXO’s Suhomixed with Ikon’s Junhoe. (IDK why…)

Sugawara Koushi – Koushi is theactual eldest of the group and serves as the lead vocalist as well as the Faceof the Group. Started as an ulzzang with an already good amount of followers,and he has the largest fanbase among all of them because of this. He wasdiscovered when he heeded the request of a fan to sing even just a short lineof a song. But since he likes to go the extra mile, he also played the guitar. Thoughhe may look innocent, fans are well aware of how much sass this boy possess, apparentwith his responses to fan questions over twitter and during fan meetings.

EXO’s Luhan is whocomes to mind for idol!Suga

Echigo Sakae – Echigo completesthe hyung line. He is the main vocals of the group because of his smooth RnBvibes. Echigo competed in a singing contest organized by the agency and he won2nd place over all, but it was enough to secure him a spot as atrainee. He’s a man of few words, but do not mistake his quietness for he is acertified deadpan snarker, to his members as well as the fans. He also likes totease the ‘middle children’ line, especially when their maknae does evil thingsto them.

Echigo is based off ofMBLAQ’s G.O, mixed with Big Bang’s Taeyang.

Akaashi Keiji – Keiji is the maindancer of the group. Develops their group’s choreography with Shigeru, withSemi occasionally lending a hand. Has quite a following, especially when hemade waves as the ‘boy who really danced well’ in one of the biggest dancestudios dance class video. It took a while for agency reps to scout him since hedoesn’t really want to become an idol and was content in dancing, but when heassisted one of the dance instructor for another idol group’s choreo, somehowchanged his mind. The long suffering responsible brother, despite being theactual youngest in the middle children line.

I would liken Keiji toEXO’s Kai.

Kozume Kenma – Kenma is the shyand young, lauded by fans as ‘genius producer-dol’ of the group. He’s veryskilled in song writing and composing, and most of the group’s songs areproduced by him, with members lending their hand in the lyrics. Sometimes, it’sthe other way around. The members collaborate with writing the lyrics, thenKenma makes a song out of it. Mostly works with a piano, but asks for Suga’shelp for guitars and Shirabu’s help when it comes to percussions. If he had thechoice, he would just stay inside the studio and make songs, but such is notthe case, so he serves as a sub-vocal (only because he doesn’t want to be inthe center of performances as much). He’s close to Keiji because he’s the onlyone who’s is warm but quiet among his same age peer.

The best reference Ihave for Kenma is EXO’s D.O

Yahaba Shigeru – Shigeru acts as thegroup’s dancer and their unofficial variety representative. Before this though,he was thought to be the second Koushi, because he exudes the soft grace, thatisn’t far behind his hyung. All this was shattered when they guested at avariety show and became a complete fountain of laughter, because of his wittycomments and clever comeback lines. Often ‘butt’s heads’ with Shirabu and createdthe Wise Guy to Shirabu’s Straight Man. And they have created memes fans callthe “Shi-Shi’s” because of this. He is also game with cross-dressing, since headmits that its part of his charm.

SHINee’s KEY is myreference for Shigeru.

Shirabu Kenjiro – Shirabu comes froma family of actors, and was actually a child actor before he made the decision totrain and become an idol instead, in his desire to create a name for his own.It wasn’t unexpected for him to be in the spotlight with the rest of hisfamily, but people mostly expected him to follow his parents’ and brother’sfootsteps. But since his history with acting is not forgotten, he’s oftentapped to act in productions but he’s only accepted minor roles, since he wantsto focus more on his idol activities. He blends in well with the group andlends his support as vocals.

Think of Infinite’s L,as the image he projects, but he actually has BTOB’s Sungjae’s playfulness inhim.

Miya Atsumu – Miya is the mainrapper of the group and the one that completes the middle children line. Has alove-hate relationship with fans because of his resting bitch face that he usesto tease them with. But his performance on stage is something they all loveabout him. Has a twin brother, who is his complete opposite and wants to be faraway from the spotlight as possible. Ever since the fans learned about this,and how mature his brother is, they found a way to tease him back and calledthem “The Prince and Pauper”, with Atsumu being the pauper, much to hisannoyance.

I think the restingbitch face is a clue enough that EXO’s Kris is my reference for Atsumu.

Koganegawa Kanji – Kogane serves asthe second rapper of the group and is actually the older of the two members ofthe maknae line. He is the tallest among the group, earning him the nickname ‘Super-SizedMaknae’. He’s also painfully new in the idol industry, but his enthusiasm andwillingness to learn, as well as his hyung’s support, helped him become moreconfident in his skills, as well as his presence in the group. Another varietyrepresentative, because of his naivety and simple mindedness. Considered a 4Dmember by the fans, but despite this, they all find him lovable because of hisenergy and determination.

Kogane reminds me ofMBLAQ’s Mir.

Kageyama Tobio – Tobio is the otherhalf of the maknae line, and is the actual maknae of the whole group. But fansoften mistake Kogane to be this, because Tobio is often too serious, and doesn’tdisplay maknae tendencies. Absolutely hates doing aegyo and claims that he doesn’tknow how. Its cringe worthy whenever he tries (and he tries really hard), but whenhe’s not thinking about it though, it shows. Fans especially finds his squinting-poutyface adorable. The official visual of the group, and not to be confused withKoushi’s Face of the Group. They’re both considered visuals, but with differentimage/projection (Koushi is the warm to Tobio’s cold). He’s a dedicated all-rounder,although he usually plays more vocal parts.

Tobio’s reference is Nu’est’sMinhyun (and I swoon)

Concept/s and Songs

-      This group started out safely enough withsongs that are influenced by jazz, like B.A.P’sCoffee Shop and Whereare You, What are You Doing.

-      Then they delved into the more ‘pop’ side,with concepts centered-around chic style and synchronized dance. Like Infinite’s Dashi Dorawa; BEAST’s Fiction;EXO’s Call Me Baby.

-      The song that I seriously think fits themthe most is C-Clown’s Shaking Heart. I don’t know why butit just does.

-      Other songs: Winner’s Really Really; VIXX’sError; Super Junior’s Devil.

-      Of course, they couldn’t escape doing cutesongs like SHINee’s Replay and Hello; Got7’s A;Astro’s Breathless; Seventeen’s Mansae; lightheartedsongs like iKon’s #WYD; Super Junior’s No Otherand Why I Like You

-      For feel fest songs they have: BTS’ SpringDay; Boys24’s Starlight; Infinite’sParadise; Nu’est’s Hello and Good Bye Bye; Winner’s Fool; and VIXX’s Only You.

-      Yeah… I guess that sums it up. Also notethat they’ve done plenty of share of covering girl group songs. Shigeru forsome reasons were able to rope most of the group, especially Suga. Once Sugasays they do it, they do it. They can’t refuse. It will be their end.

I guessthis is it?

[academla]

Hey guys! I'm taking a break from tumblr etc until everything dies down, but I just wanted to say a few things. ("Few things" guarantees an essay complete with references to sociological concepts, by the way.)

First of all, I fell prey to the online game of telephone. Rather than firmly tell my friend that I didn't want to hear about it in the first place, because it wasn't really that necessary for me to know, I got angry because it was my understanding that there was legit hate going on, and not just "oh I don't like this story." Every time I was like okay okay it's fine, I heard something new that this person had apparently said about me. So it did rile me up.

To be fair I did ask my friend to not tell me, and I kind of literally told them to shut the fuck up about it bc it was making things worse, and I told them I didn't want to know or hear about it, but they admit that they felt like they had to and it was hard for them not to talk about it. Which was beyond my control. On top of that, I tend to emphasize dealing with difficult situations, because people like to see me navigate those. Because I like to navigate those. So every time I have received literal hate in the past, I've talked a lot about it and come back at the haters. Who were all anonymous. Therefore, without knowing all of the facts, I was 1. Pissed off bc I kept being told that this person was hating on me, and 2. Took that situation and magnified it almost purposefully, so that I could discuss dealing with it. It wasn't about the specific person but more about "haters" in general too. The specific person was just like, the exemplification of all haters in the world, and I wanted to combat that. My way of dealing with hate is to make sarcastic asides about it, to joke about it, and it gets over exaggerated in the process. To me that detaches it from the original source, making it less hurtful, but I realize that to others it just makes them think that person is 10 times more horrible. I kept getting feedback about this person from my friend, and I just wasn't mature enough to brush it off. Now, people seem to think that I was like "one piece of criticism and I'm OUTTA here." That's the image I projected, so that's totally my bad. It wasn't just that. I have been stressed (as a lot of people can attest) about AO3 for awhile. It stressed me out because I felt like I was writing for others, for numbers - kudos, hits, bookmarks, comments - rather than for myself. And by "others" I mean digital numbers that stand in for people. By gathering a smaller, more intimate audience, I feel less like I'm writing for some unknown... god of internet fanfiction, and more for actual people. It humanizes my audience. When I heard that this person was trash talking (apparently) my work, THAT was the last straw, and it just sort of finalized that decision. Had I not heard this "news" I probably would've inevitably taken a break anyway. I had talked to my therapist for weeks about how stressful online writing has been for me. But I did focus more than I should have on the "hate". I would definitely like to acknowledge that however I actually felt and whatever my motivations, I absolutely seem to have overreacted. I do believe that while I love the internet for many things, it has made me become more radical, because I think the unfortunate thing - and what I fall prey to a lot as well as the telephone game - is that when people are endorsing your anger in any way, you're more encouraged to turn up the dial. I was upset in the moment, and I just wanted to vent (also, I didn't publicly mention this person by name. Some concerned readers asked and I told them. One of them got especially mad. And nobody had the facts anymore.) And then in my mind the situation was detached from the one person, and expanded to include all the theoretical people in life who might hate. But I didn't present it as such. So I'll readily admit I was in the wrong in that regard. I talked to my friend and she wants to take full responsibility for having started this in the first place. It's true I do think there was miscommunication where I didn't actually check the facts or verify what exactly was being said. I was under the impression that this group of people spent time in the chat just talking shit about me and my work. This probably was over exaggerated. The internet is the devil's playground, honestly. It can make us all act like kids. And it brings out the worst. It causes total mayhem that wouldn't happen irl. (And it doesn't help when people (me) are up until 4:30 am and think they can make coherent, well advised emotional life decisions.) So, I'm still doing email lists, because I like the more personal, club type vibe. I genuinely enjoy it more, haters or no. Am I proud of how I handled the situation? No. While initially I just wanted to vent, I blew it out of proportion and I misled people and I was over dramatic without intending to be. I think I just got caught up in it. The internet is intoxicating to me and I think can be to other users: it just feels like... I don't know, but it feels gross. When you can post whatever you want and say whatever you want, it's never really a good thing. The problem is, I forget that I even have an audience. I legitimately forget that I'm not talking into the void. That people are literally reading the things that I post. I always think (god knows why) that the number of notes a post gets = how many people saw it. I don't know why. I guess I'm just not used to people "listening" to me, so I lull myself into a false sense of security where like "nobody's listening anyway." I lost my direction and I got ungrounded and that's nobody's fault but my own for not mustering up the wherewithal to be like alright homie this is getting not healthy for anyone. Please abort everything. I should have been the bigger person and simply not let it get to me. And perhaps everyone out there is now calling me a baby. But "babies" victimize themselves and try to get a cop out of taking any responsibility by doing so. I'm hoping that I'm showing my more "grown up" side by doing this and being, hopefully, the bigger person as I ought to have been all along. You know the Thomas theorem? Basically it says that "If men define situations as real, they are real in their consequences. In other words, the interpretation of a situation causes the action. This interpretation is not objective." (I say "basically", and then I quote something bc I'm too unoriginal.) That's what happens on the internet. That's what happens with gossip. I thought that I was legitimately being hated on by a group of people, so I reacted as such. Perhaps I wasn't actually receiving the level of hate I thought. Perhaps it was mostly wrong for my friend to tell me all this stuff. Honestly, this feels like middle school. I found out from a friend that some person I didn't know was talking behind my back. I overreacted. The friend shouldn't have said anything. The person still said the things they said, and still made me feel bad, so the question is whether they should apologize as well? Even if their intent was to not be found out, if they got caught, should they apologize for their part in it the way anyone would apologize if they said something rude to someone's face? That's such a classic middle school girl situation. I'm not holding my breath for an apology or acknowledgement of responsibility, though. Did I learn something? Absolutely. And I think I'll keep learning it until I stop taking everything people tell me so damn seriously (and assume it's 100% accurate), and until I just get my head back on straight.   Important to understand is that I didn't stop posting bc of one person, they were just the catalyst. I also didn't delete anything. I was in the wrong for jumping to conclusions. I was in the wrong for getting angry and not giving myself a moment to breathe. It would've been fine if everything wasn't projected on the internet. But it was. I take responsibility for that, and my friend takes responsibility for instigating this entire situation in the first place and continuing to fuel the fire. The question, as always, is where to go from here. If I could, I would call up this person and chat with them. I have a sneaking suspicion that isn't going to happen. So all I can do from my end is try to be the bigger person, clarify some things, and take responsibility for my actions. People who have called me out are 100% right! I did seem to overreact and in some ways I did. But there were also other motives (like I had been thinking about it for awhile). For the record, i don't think any of this justifies anybody hating on anybody else's work, especially when it's just amateur fanfiction for people to enjoy or toss aside. I just don't think that's cool. But I don't really know if this person "hated" on my work or not. I don't think anybody is blameless. This is not me saying "hey this is all my fault everyone come hate on me!" But I understand this was probably upsetting to the other person, so I would rather take the heat than them, because contrary to popular belief I am stable, or at least stabler than they may be at the moment. I don't wish that on anyone. No matter how angry or vengeful I get, at the end of the day I don't. But at a certain point, blame doesn't matter. What matters is keeping everything else calm. Accusations should not be thrown in any direction. This will die down. Absolutely it will. No matter how shitty, it will. I hope things get better for everyone. I hope we can find common ground once again and peacefully coexist. Someday it will happen. For now I truly feel I have done everything I could possibly do to try to rectify this situation. Thank you for all the supporters. I love you all dearly, as I always do. And thank you for the people who have been harsh and given me a slap in the face (ironically that's a very Sophia thing to do, Sophia being an apparently controversial OC of mine). Love, Edye

[indigo-ra]

What the fuck are you doing?

I’m an optimist. But lately, I have this overwhelming feeling of dread that I cannot shake. I am not afraid of death or dying. But I am afraid of having lived a mediocre life. I am finally at a point where I can pursue my personal projects independently and it seems I can never find the energy and time (together) to be sufficiently productive.

I try not to make excuses, but there are things that take priority over my dreams, and being a responsible adult, I put those things first, only for survival purposes. There’s just so much bullshit in the undertow. Every night before I go to sleep, I feel an apocalyptic pressure that haunts my very dreams. I always have hope for tomorrow. But lately, I’m having a very difficult time forming a future at all. It feels like a dark cloud stretching over the horizon, heavy with smoke and dust so thick I cannot see through it, I cannot breathe, I cannot hear through the shaking, panic and chaos and the worst part of it is I cannot feel anything but the pain and suffering it brings. While, personally I do not fear the afterlife, for some reason, every time I try and be my same happy-go-lucky self, it all feels for naught.

I don’t question my life decisions or regret anything I’ve done up until now. I feel like I’ve been the kindest I could have possibly been regarding my failures and personal relationships, I’ve lived up to my given name and have been the BEST person I am capable of being, without having to make any excuses. I want to live a life worth living and every day it is becoming a pre-packaged branded commercial ad as if it was ever a choice and if you don’t fit neatly into the options given, you simply are not afforded the luxury of a life even though we all are here sharing this one commonality.

I don’t understand how anyone who is simply already living needs to earn a fucking living. I’m already here. It’s like planting and watering a seed only to have to pay  money every day to watch it grow up. How the fuck is that fair? It is everyone’s right who is alive to live, FOR FREE.

But no one knows what true freedom is. No one has tasted true liberation without it being sold to them in some pre-packaged format or another. The only real freedom that anyone can taste the sweet release of is oneiric in nature.

I live for an amazing dream. Nothing compares to the wonderful freedom of flying and an open world where the surroundings are welcoming and strange while simultaneously feeling all too familiar. But lately, my dreams are also under pressure. In my waking life, I am a skeptical  being. I have major trust issues with pretty much every single person in my life and, in trying to heal and overcome all the tragic reasons for my predisposition, I keep running into re-iterations of the same problems through the same cookie cutter people. The name changes, and so does the face, but  the motivations and general reasons for the hater output is always the same.  

As widespread and predictable as this behavior has become, zombies don’t know anything other than  the fact they want to eat brains. Bringing it to their attention won’t stop them. Politely asking a zombie to not bite you won’t have any effect simply because it’s driven by a basic instinct that it cannot control because it’s of a hive mind. Kill one, and there’s a whole planet’s population left to try and defend against. All the while We’re all starting to ask what the fuck is the purpose? Why do we fight the inevitable? Why do you work so hard to try and have some semblance of a peaceful or pleasant life that’s worth living in a world so viciously fueled by greed and consumerism that it’s never actually safe?

I’ve worked so hard to gain my own independence and some financial stability. Something that has been taught to me as a basic human right through years of schooling, education, TV shows, all consumerism and media combined was so incredibly hard to attain that I had to flee my own country just to have the opportunity for SURVIVAL.

Life’s not fair. We all know that. But I look at these kids and realize the only time I ever felt safe in my entire life was when I was a child. Some people hide this existential suffering under video games, memes, Youtube,and the constant white noise of all the media of this digital age. The contact and social relationships we entertain are as ephemeral as two ships passing in the night. Nobody wants to face the reality of the big question mark hanging over their collective heads, “What the fuck are we doing?”

It hurts too much to think about. Because being one person in a sea of nameless voices makes you feel insignificant. So they run away from the existential dread we all know very well, toward shiny baubles that will somehow make us different from the next person. The question never goes away though. It will follow every one of us to the bitter end, begging for justification with every breath we take to validate the life that is being lived. If for no one else, at least the individual.

What’s really important? Friends? Family? How does one succeed? By living out a dream? If you are afforded the opportunity to accomplish your goals in life and you succeed, how do you  continue to feel fulfilled? Is it possible to master more than one skill in one lifetime?

Not without a fat bank account from birth, and unfortunately, the ones who don’t have to work, don’t see a reason to.

It’s almost paradoxical. How do I master an art or a skill over the span of 80 years when two thirds of my time is dedicated to sleeping and working in a way which is fundamentally exploitative and taxing to my soul? If someone asked me this before considering living a life on Earth, I wouldn’t have a sufficient answer for them. Yet, everyone can identify with this truth, and they all conform to it out of fear of having to face that question “What the fuck am I doing?” with a justifiable answer.

People drink it away, fuck it away, hide it under the chaos of whatever they can find to push it to the back of their hearts and minds, but it’s now becoming the underlying pulse to your dubstep beats and the course of all your dreams, the sky seems smaller and closer to the ground every day and we all feel suffocated and, depressed, repressed, suppressed and oppressed. Even those who are doing everything they can to give the illusion of power feel utterly powerless under the pressure of that same UNIVERSAL QUESTION that everyone is vehemently ignoring “What. The FUCK. Are you doing?”

You feel it too, don’t you? It’s deafening in the silence, and constantly confrontational in every action, deed, thought and word, spoken or unspoken. I know why I’m depressed. I don’t need a psychologist or a therapist to tell me that and push drugs at me to push away what is essentially the underlying cause for every societal malady that is universally identifiable in every single living human being. I know what is wrong. I just can’t fix it alone. It is emphasized that “No man is an island.”and yet “God bless the child that’s got his own,” so we toil at life, trying fill our own individual voids and yet we all fall short, needing the support, love, friendship and general compassion of others and we all feel guilty for that. Because more often than not it’s measured in dollars and cents. We are all trying to be independent in a world where we’re pack animals. Everybody wants to be a brand named “Homo sapien” while striving toward a uniqueness that caters to the widest demographic, and yet remain unattainable to the entire population. That makes sense.... Except… it doesn’t.

So. Sure,  I’m “depressed” but only for the reasons that everybody else is running away from. So don’t call me weird, don’t call me crazy, don’t call me strange or try and put me in some tragic, ironic angsty trendy category, simply because I am facing up to a zeitgeist Tsunami of emotional crisis with my eyes wide open, instead of trying to pretend it’s not happening; and doing it for all of you who aren’t. You’re welcome.

[palavras-somente-palavras]

CHILDREN CLASS GENERATION JESUS CHRIST

CHILDREN CLASS GENERATION JESUS CHRIST www.ogritodameianoite.spaces.live.com HOMOSEXUALITY: THE ABOMINATION THAT ANNOUNCES THE REIGN OF ANTICHRIST (And on the wing of abominations shall be one who makes desolate. – Dn. 9:27) (Daniel 11:37) - Neither shall he regard the God of his fathers, nor the desire of women, nor regard any god; for he shall magnify himself above all. NOTE: What we want to emphasize in this episode concerns the focus of the Bible related to the homosexual act, which is radically treated as an abomination. We’re aware that humanity is living the last days preceding the return of Jesus Christ, and we know that the sequence is: -Rapture of the church, Reign of the Antichrist, and finally, Return of Jesus Christ on the Mount of Olives to deliverance to the nation of Israel, which will be surrounded in the third world war, namely: The War of Armageddon. We rested our objective in close-up on that has been given to the worldwide outcry of trying swallow down throat, the horrible sodomite practice that no one in good conscience could tolerate; and even the great attempt of the followers of this antibiological practice, disregarding dissent opinions, they try, through so-called laws, frighten the population, to accept their gags. EXACT: Just because It’s that horrendous act treated by the Bible as abomination, and the Scriptures declare that in this "situation" (wings), shall be one who makes desolates (the Antichrist or the devil incarnate); being noticed by all the big cry to the aberration of homosexuality, then we give, our final warning: - We come to another part end similar to the Great Flood, where the exaltation of error, only pre-announces the establishment of the throne of darkness. (Revelation 12:12) Woe to the inhabitants of the earth and the sea! For the devil has come down to you, having great wrath, because he knows that he has a short time. (Matthew 19:4) - "Haven't you read," he replied, "that at the beginning the Creator 'made them male and female,' (Romans 1:22) - Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools (Romans 1:23) - and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images made to look like mortal man and birds and animals and reptiles. (Romans 1:24) - Therefore God gave them over in the sinful desires of their hearts to sexual impurity for the degrading of their bodies with one another.; (Romans 1:25) - They exchanged the truth of God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator—who is forever praised. Amen. (Romans 1:26) - Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts (scurvy, unworthy…). Even their women exchanged natural relations for unnatural ones. (Romans 1:27) - In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed indecent acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their perversion. (Sodom and Gomorrah / Cities unrepentant). (Romans 1:28) Furthermore, since they did not think it worthwhile to retain the knowledge of God, he gave them over to a depraved mind, to do what ought not to be done. (Romans 1:29) They have become filled with every kind of wickedness, evil, greed and depravity. They are full of envy, murder, strife, deceit and malice. They are gossips, (Romans 1:30) - slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant and boastful; they invent ways of doing evil; they disobey their parents; (Romans 1:31) they are senseless, faithless, heartless, ruthless. (Romans 1:32) - Although they know God's righteous decree that those who do such things deserve death, they not only continue to do these very things but also approve of those who practice them. (Leviticus 18:22) - 'Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable. (Leviticus 20:13) - 'If a man lies with a man as one lies with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They must be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads. DETAILS: Biologically speaking, we see the genitals very well defined and classified as follows: (a) female genitalia, scientifically called vagina. (b) male genital organ, scientifically called a penis. For the intimate introductory contact of the penis in vagina we see the called sexual act. For hundreds of years has been scientifically proven that, as the chromosome cells the beings are classified as MALE or FEMALE, not existing, therefore, no other sex classification. There has never been over the scientific studies, no discovery chromosomal that could reveal a third sexual behavior, and justify the aberrant and misconduct of certain men, who can keep certain types of "sexual relationship", making use of their excretory organs (anus). FACT: As we have seen in general, when a person suffers violence and aggression in its infancy, it may then, come to express character disorders and reveal behavior out of the ordinary standard; however, this doesn’t mean that evil spirits don’t have been taken advantage of the situation. Another closely factor watched within the Protestant Churches is when in the middle of the prayers of exorcism and reprimand evil, effeminate or homosexual men, have their senses overwhelmed by demonic entities originating from African religions, and once expelled those entities, the individuals get onto normal and heterosexual behavior. It then, concluded among other things that: Homosexuality is mainly DEMONIC POSSESSION. DENYING FALSE ARGUMENTS Some mistaken people, trying to satisfy their aberrations relationships through the male excretory organ, declare that homosexual behavior is also found among flocks of animals in nature. First point: The Scripture says that God created all animals, and then said: Let us man in our image, in our likeness, that is: the creation of man is different and can’t be compared to an animal, hence, to compare human behavior with animal behavior, was an primary error, since man isn’t classified with the animals. Second point: It’s true that in flocks of animals that keep turf, often we caught the dominant male using another weaker male like a female of the flock, but we stress that this behavior takes place only among animals that keep turf (which by the social logic doesn’t match the men), and they must demonstrate their only authority in the flock, in order to preserve its leading position. I still want to be explicit and emphatic declaring that, after these males that had been abided to the homosexual act, after reaching the age and force of a leader, once they leave to form his own band, they, never again submit themselves to a homosexual act; or, even when they remain in the original band, are waging a constant fight with the older lion, and they usually end up casting him out and take leadership of the flock. NOTE: Do not confuse the hermaphrodite definition with the homosexual confusion. Pastor Tupirani. The First Pastor Arrested in Democratic Political System.

[sandragrar-blog]

GAME RESEARCH

As part of my research I decided to look at some top played games on the market and analyse their structure. I also decided to do a small research into some of the artist who specialise in concept art and illustration.

I also forgot to mention before that before I changed my mind from creating a MMORPG game to platform game I had a character sheet which I created a few years ago and which I though would be a cool idea to use in a horror game. I tough it would be nice to mention it here.

CHARACTER SHEET:

Name: Aaron

Surname: Krause

Nickname: None

Rase: Hybrid (half-human half-demon)

Age: 70 yrs old

Occupation:  Solitary Traveler

 Personality:

How many feelings human posses, joy, excitement, sadness, regret, anger, shame, delight, agony, so many of them flows through one body, so many of the wants to be seen, to show that they are present in such a pathetic being, a single being, a human being however different from others, much more fierce, furious and yet so quiet, graceful and strong. Sometimes underneath an iron mask, sometimes without it; wolf hunter, evil hunter is hiding his face. Beautiful by day, beastly by night. On one side so gentle and caring, at the same time cold, and on another side beast with borderless limits, filled only with rage, his beast’s fury, the one who lays deep down, lays by day, lay while sun carries on its endless battle for dominance, and when it’s losing, when the night falls, the beast is waking up its senses. Not with its body, not with a scream, not with its touch, not with his lies, but with the senses it misleads his thoughts, which no longer wander the winding paths of conjecture, path leading far away to something unknown to anyone or anything. He only sees, hears and feels the moment. He feels what should not, what should squirm under the ground, what should be killed and tattered of its sheath of holiness. He feels something corrupted, destroyed from within, eaten away by the toxin, they have no right ... he should not feel them.

He only wanted peace, he wanted love, longed-for but betrayed, the one he was ragged off. He did not want to feel, he did not want to fight, but the beast doesn’t wait, it does not tell later nor now. It’s just there, it’s simply there opening its eyes. Without hurry, it’s slowly rising.

He has the time that other do not have, has life, which is hard to take, has the power which can not be described, and still writhes in amok, in the agony of his infirmity, infirmity towards the beast, which should not be there, which should never be born.

Profundity, he vainly searched for it, because he was already at the bottom, for years, for centuries, at the very bottom… But not alone, reflection of the night surrounds him and reminds about the rage, without happiness, about the sadness and regret, about the tears and innocent blood, of the blood so valuable, irreplaceable and precious to him.

Still blindly rushing ahead, sometimes innocently, sometimes with a smile on his face, joy in my heart, with envy, tears and sorrow; these are his emotions, and only his, shown during the day, when the rays of the sun illuminate his face, his, only his.

Could it be any different? Could he have a loving family, kids and a dog? Happily spend time: eating and sleeping, feel the longed-for love, feel what was stolen? Would it be possible? How many times he caught himself on thinking about the the warmth, how many times has been snatched from the abstract sleep by a sharp pain, pain of wounds and scars. Unnoticeable during the day, but burning, like iron embedded in the fires of the underworld, at night.

Focused, calm, with a noble goal, but in his hands it looks like an offal, something that has never had its place, unnecessary, repelled, treated from afar. But he walks, not too fast or slow, just walks like a man, a man tending towards God. Stumbling and getting up countless times, but he knows that he will wait, patiently looking at him. He does not support nor cheers, he simply looks and wait until another of his sheeps will cross the gate.

However Aaron, ah the poor Aaron, wander along the way dazzled by his senses. He was supposed to be next to the one he considers as the most powerful a long time ago, the one who he will bestow his grace upon him, but night falls and he still strays.

The evil plays with him and swagger, with satisfaction, that the sheep won’t gain

happiness. That a dream, so pure and innocent, is defiled. How it mixes senses and misleads.. But the sheep still believes, does not lose hope and keep right on going… Despite the anger, the sin, the unforgivable offense which he committed with full awareness of it, he stills believes and pushes forward, but the gate is already closed…

How many feelings human posses hope, care, desperation or rage, how many times he experienced happiness and how many times sadness. Emotions are interwoven, pour out so easily, even the unwanted one, even these most secret…

Thoughtful and yet so sensitive to the slightest noise, with empty eyes and yet so clear and sharp. So many contradictory things are visible on his scared face. Neither warm nor harsh, maybe caring, maybe indifferent. Verbose and yet quiet, dominant though lazy, not fond of crowds, who feels like a wild animal, it takes time to gain his trust. A wild animal does not ally with the weak, does not looking for a herd nor a pack, it seeks brother who will follow him into battle… So far alone, in an empty world, he lamented, wept. He is not not ashamed of tears, but did not use them often. He knew their meaning, he knew their value, but without them there is no him, there is no longer a man, there is only a beast.

He stopped, sat down, but did not forget. He did not forget about his goal. He chose this place, he chose this town after a long search, thoughts and quarrels with himself. His lair was in the place he wanted to destroy which he wished to be gone. And there is where his history begins, grim, filled with many emotions, and yet the last, so he thought, and will go… where his heart desires.

The gate, to the closed gate…

 *He is too quiet ( he is not shy, he doesn’t like to talk)

*Mean

*Unfriendly

*Possessive

*Envious

*Aggressive

*Antisocial

*Honest

*Caing

*Longing for human warmth

*Protective

*Collect old books

 Weakness:

*Women and children

*Weak against people with good hearts

*Human warth makes him careless

*Claustrophobic

 Appearance characteristics:

 Height and weight: 183cm, 56kg

 Appearance:

Skinny body, horrible, as if touched with disease, however you can still see the muscles, he doesn’t look weak. Creature, dressed in human skin, as white as bones, which you could see sticking out of his body. You could count almost every one of them, as well as his tendons and muscles. Tired face, grey, sad, lonely, so pitiful, begging for a little bit of attention, caring, but he never received it. Pain giving scars all over his body and face, deep, even more emphasizing the temples and cheekbones. However he didn’t care for his looks, he knew that it is his fate. Claws, slim and lean almost like a pianist's fingers, however with every touch, grab, brush he realized more and more, that he is unable to recreate the delicacy of a pianist, even if his claws were slim, oh right… claws, another tangible proof that the is not a human, at least not fully and he is not going to be one. Every time evocative sadness and unbearable longing for his mother. Back then, when he was still with her, he looked normal, like everybody else.

Sometimes when he walked through a city, he heard people shouting, “I’m different than others”, he couldn’t stand them, he would look at them with the deepest hater and disdain he would ever feel. They didn’t understand, they couldn’t. They thought that it is only a personality. Humans are all the same, the only thing that differ them is a pack of feelings and values they carry.

They are beautiful. He thought so. Cream, firm and soft skin, hair in so many colours and what he though was the most beautiful in them, were eyes. Deep, reflecting their souls. He didn’t have them, everything about him was colourless, grey and empty. Quite long, white hair, always wearing a hairband, sometimes goggles, ear piercing, collarbone piercing and prison tattoos.

Pensive, majestic attitude lonely wandering around the city, with his head raised, it was the only thing which was noticeable. He never hesitates to step forward, he makes it with a great hope, power and determination that’s the reason why people would turn around to look at him. Sometimes he would greet them with a small smile, sometimes with short look, and when he will notice something other than fear he would drop his head down, smile and keep on going.

 Distinguishing marks:

*Scars on the face

*Prison tattoos

*Claws instead of fingers

*Fangs

*When angry, his eyes turn red

 Additional info:

*Carries an old gun, antic, has sentiment for it

*He trains a lot (different type of martial arts)

*Quite often has nightmares, suffers from insomnia

  History:

A child of a man, a demon, and a beautiful woman, a human, polish. In his eyes she was so beautiful, more beautiful than any flower, than any colour. Radiant smile which he saw until his 4th birthday. He didn’t know the truth, he had no idea. He had a loving family, he was happy, he didn’t wish for anything else. Innocent, pure child, didn’t know that the happiness doesn’t last long… A cold night, red moon, the child woke up… so young, how was he at fault? How was a 4 years old child at fault to witness this?

 15 August 1944

 They lived in a village, had a huge villa, forest for their own, estate. Everyone was aware of the danger, demon suggested to move away, he was powerful, he could do whatever he wanted, but beautiful woman only smiled, and he read from her mind : “We have a baby”. The demon dropped to his knees and hug her, they looked majestically at this moment, like from a fairytale about never ending love.

“I want him to be raised here” she cut the silence. The man look at her disturbingly. “I want him to see the beauty of these lands, I want him to love his homeland as much as he does me.”

Time has passed, the war begin to calm down and the days of happiness full of the sunshine became an everyday reality for the loving family. However something went wrong. Quarrels, at the beginning rarely but with time they bigger stronger and occurred more often. Tears, escape, and fake smile of the mother. The boy didn’t understand, didn’t know.

“HE IS A DEMON, HE CAN’T STAY HERE! HE MUST GO WITH ME TO THE OTHER WORLD! I DON’T WANT TO LOSE YOU!’’

I WON’T GIVE UP MY SON! HE IS MINE! I WON’T LET YOU DO IT!”

A few more quarrels, a few more days, a few more sleepless nights later. Again, he woke up from a nightmare, he ran to his parents bedroom as he usually does, but what he saw there was much more disturbing than his nightmares, much more from the beat which visited him every night. Crimson, it was everywhere, in the middle of the bedroom was a body, it seemed so fragile, small. Next to the body was a kneeling beast, horned, terrifying. Aaron didn’t recognize this image, but he knew the woman’s face, it wasn’t radiant anymore, wasn’t smiling. It was clam, surrounded by crimson, at this moment something had broken. The man looked up to see his son, but it wasn’t a little puppy which he used to know. The beast has awaken, a fox like form wrapped around his son. Black like tar with glazing red eyes, and the son himself had a face of the devil. Fangs, eyes no different than a wild beast and claws. Anger, range and senses are the only things which he could feel.

He woke up a few days later, he was in the bedroom, but he couldn’t remember anything from last night. But he knew that something has changed, it wasn’t the same anymore. His body, his mind, priorities, plans, ambitions everything has changed. From this day he walks his own path, alone, training, reading, gaining knowledge, killing, experiencing. There was no regret or anger, there was just a plan. With the time he felt disgust, not only towards the beast but also to himself. He wasn’t fighting only with demons, but also with himself.   

And the history is going on, but a new chapter just began, maybe filled with love and happiness, but for sure it will be filled with crimson, the same crimson from that night. The last chapter, a long story comes to the end, but it won’t be easy, short. History is ending...

[spiceukonline]

J Hus Common Sense Review

J Hus Common Sense Review

Originality

Production

Tracks

Lyrics

Impact

2017-06-01

4.2/FIVE

Favourite song

SPIRIT ( track 12)

Favourite lyric

  ‘ bill a zoot and build an empire ‘

In one word

 UNCOMMON

Best way to listen 

ANYWHERE any EVERYWHERE !

From block popper to show stopper, East London’s J HUS, flies the flag for the UK with COMMON SENSE! 

Arguably one of the best UK artist who oozes with talent and versatility. Recently being approved the ‘ a-okay’ sign for a London show, J HUS has come a long way.

Growing up on African hall parties, grime and being heavy influenced by US rap , J Hus also blames his unpredictable music style on the fact that he is a Gemini.

Changes in vibe and mood happen as often and as frequently as he switches his flow. His capability to move through genres, flows and melodies, and catchy hooks, separates his music from the rest.

From ‘Dem Boy Paigon’, ‘Lean and Bop’, ‘Friendly’ and ‘Did You See’ J Hus definitely knows how to make a banger. He creates music to which change atmosphere in house parties, university raves and nightclubs.

Takes risks with different genres, beats and styles J Hus manages to stay true to himself describing Common Sense as growth in maturity. With live instruments and music with a meaning, his aim to create a sound sound is solid.

Throughout the tracks you are greeted with the ‘JAE 5’ jingle. From the 15th day Mixtape to the Playing Sport Ep, Common Sense is the perfect example of the growth, trust and risks the dynamic duo take within studio walls.

The general flow of the album doesn’t tell a cohesive story however, throughout the tracks, there is definitely different messages to take away.

We see different sides of Hus. Closed Doors (track 4) shows us the X-Rated ladies man with while tracks like Clartin and Good Luck Chale show he can still look after himself.

 Track by Track Review

Common Sense

The album kicks start with the title track. Live instruments orchestrated by @compozers  adds to the grand image as J Hus welcomes us into his lifestyle. His money, the girls, the cars and the clothes. A day in the life of Hustler baby!

Bouff Daddy

Emphasing that he is the man. He goes into detail about spending money (Bouff means money btw).  ‘Now I hate the attention, no lemme be honest, I love it, spend yesterday’s profit and think nothing of it’. The beat and flow is smooth and catchy with punch lines adding to the feeling-myself-anthem.

Clartin

A wild beat with a lot of different sounds going on, adding adrenaline to the song. The production playful Hus flow is a great start of the album

Leave Me

His Gemini persona is displayed. ‘Still put this n**ger in a body bag, still help his mum with her shopping bag’. The catchy flow and relaxed beat helps us focus on the lyrics, hearing what J Hus is actually trying to say.

Closed Door

X –rated thoughts and sexual innuendos make this song. We are taken behind closed doors for the J Hus. ‘Whatever, happens in here, stays in here, I know you want it as much as I do!’. In a recent interview he joked about himself becoming a sex symbol, think I see the potential with this jazzy soul vibe.

Mash up

The J Hus and Mo Stack collaborations feel very natural, something I’m definitely not going to get bored of. Choppy beat keeps you on your toes as the two bounce back from each other as the after each 8. Definitely mash up, with extra flavour and a dash of salt!

Did You See

The single of the album which was released prior and set the bar for the album. I like to call this friendly part 2. J Hus shows us that making a banging is part of his DNA. His playful lyrics and ability to switch his flow is what makes him, him.

Like Your Style

The song for the ladies, about the ladies, so I guess everyone can relate.

Plottin

The old skool garage vibe is Hus’s favourite from the album. “Don’t think I’m shy cause I’m quiet, I’m just plottin I’m plottin”. The song definitely shows how he can switch up his style and his risk taking musical ability.

Sweet Cheeks

Another one for the ladies! This one isn’t about the money or the street life, but how apart from all of that he can be a sweet boy , when he needs to be. “I told my n**ger put  your balaclava, won’t you much rather f**k with a girl from Upminster”. This Jae 5 production is playful and creates a sweet vibe! 

Fisherman

The first song with features and it is popping! J Hus on the hook with Mist and Mo stack on the verses. Most definitely for the ladies, this song plays on the idea that there is ‘plenty fish in the sea’. Nice one lads!

Good Time

Good Time | J Hus x Burna Boy On his album wait on it ! @Jhus ! 🚀

— Burna Boy (@burnaboy) May 11, 2017

Featuring afrobeats artist Burna Boy this collaboration shows how J Hus can fluidly move though genres and create something original. Still staying true to J Hus but giving you something new everytime. This is definitely a feel good song.

Spirit

This track is all about being positivity! A dancehall influenced beat with some of the patois lyrics. “They can tek weh my freedom how they gon’ tek way my spirit”. This is a roll-your- car-windows-down-feel-the-vibe-and-share-the-love kind of riddim and I here for all 3 mintues 34 seconds of it!

Goodies

Ever heard of the phrase ‘don’t shoot the messenger?’ Yeah definitely goes out the window as we welcome back-street-smart Hus. It starts with a skit of the typical conversation he has with people, with the additions of appropriate sound effects imbedded with his lyrics. The head bopping beat keeps us on edge throughout the track as the iconic duo reunite again to make this epic piece.

Good Luck Chale

“Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread, good luck chale”. ‘Chale’ is Ga (ghanian dilect) for ‘friend’.

With Tiggs Da Author on the hook, the verses are left for Hus to speak his mind and thoughts aloud. And he is pretty much saying:  if want to see me fall Good Luck Mate’! It the Anti haters Anthem!

  Who You Are

This slow and smooth vibe again is a reflective piece. Opening up his thoughts to his audience about his upbringing.

Friendly

J Hus confesses this song was created for his little brother after his mum requested he made something a “little more appropriate”. No doubt this song is everyone and anyone. It also shows the growth and diversity of J Hus music.

“BILL Zoot and build an empire”

Probably one the most catchy lines throughout the album. J Hus is well on his way to building his empire. From billboard posters and a tour just before the release of ‘common sense’ Hus, leaves no room for imagination from what to expect from his European tour in November .

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