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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wicked Games 14

Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Bruce is nice enough. He does a typical checkup. Says he'll request the ultrasound from your doctor. You thank him and he chats with Steve before he goes.

"Says you're healthy," Steve declares at the door shuts. "Nothing of concern so far."

"Did you ever think...maybe, that whatever they put in you might kill me?" You scowl from the couch as you hug a pillow. "Pregnancy is already damgerous enough."

"Bruce doesn't seem concerned with that. He's a scientist. He's curious," Steve approaches. "You just need to take it easy."

"Take it easy?" You grumble. "Right. It's not very easy. There's a thing growing inside of me."

"Our baby," he sits beside you. "Look, I get it. It's not what you imagined but you gotta think about it. We met for a reason."

"No, we met because I was mad at my husband and my own stupid choices and what did I do? Made another one." You throw a hand up and sink into the cushy couch. "Shouldn't the great cap go out an find someone bubbly and pretty and perfect?"

"You're perfect," he insists.

You stare at him. You're so tired. He's relentless. No matter what you do, puke, gorge, snarl, he's not going to let up. For God's sake, he killed Barrett.

"It really was the greatest night of my life," he leans toward you.

You wince. "Steve..."

"I only want to take care of you." He says. "That night, the woman I met, she wanted that too. That's what you said. You said you were lonely and you just wanted to be wanted. I want you. I need you."

You look away as your eyes gloss with tears. He's not lying. That night you were bitter and dejected. Your husband wouldn't touch you and just that was enough to break you. You were drunk but you were still you.

You cover your face and turn away.

"It's alright," he touches your shoulder gently, rubbing your arm.

"It's not." You snivel.

"But it will be." He squeezes your shoulder. "Shh, sweetheart, relax."

He spreads his hand across your back and rubs. You shiver. He shifts closer. You can feel him. He slides his arm over your shoulders.

He pulls you to him. You don't resist as he turns you and puts your head on his chest. His other hand runs up and down your arm.

That's it. You have nothing left. You crumble. You bury your face in his shirt as another storm washes over you. You sob. You're not just grieving your husband, you're grieving for yourself.

He hushes you, rocking you slightly, and the waves ebb and flow until you're spent. He stays like that with you. You can hear his heart.

He relaxes against you. You let him hold you. Just like that night, you settle for any comfort you can find.

Time blurs and you drift in the haze. When you break through the ambivalence, you're still on the couch. You're on your side, hugging the pillow, numb and dozy. You're not sure you were sleeping, you're still exhausted.

Steve emerges and you watch him. He's in only a towel. His blond hair slightly curls from moisture. He looks at you and rubs his neck.

"How're you feeling?" He asks.

You groan.

"Hungry?"

Your stomach growls before you can answer. You've never felt hunger quite like it.

"I can make you something," he offers.

"No, no," you sit up. "I can manage. I'm not.... helpless."

"I know. I'm just trying to help."

You look at him and stand. You don't say anything. Funny, he keeps saying that word; help. Does he know what that means? It only seems to mean do what he wants.

You pass him to get to the kitchen. You try not to notice or think about his exposed physique. The hard muscle, his thick arms, that inhuman strength.

Remember what he did. You don't know that he wouldn't do the same to you. Sure, he wants the baby but he could find another woman, make another. You're not delusional. You don't think you're special like that.

You'll make a sandwich. Simple. It shouldn't make you sick. Just peanut butter.

Wrong. As you twist open the jar, the smell flips your stomach. You step back and cover your mouth. Steve's shadow moves into the doorway.

"You okay?"

You swallow the bile in your throat.

"As okay as I can be," you drop your hands.

"Like I said, anything I can do."

"Give me some space," you say abruptly. "I need a moment, okay? Like, don't you get it? I planned to be with my husband, not you."

You spin away and put the lid back on the jar.

"I get that," he says tersely.

"I never wanted a kid. Do you know that?"

He hums.

"But here we are so give me a chance to process this," you snap.

He tuts and steps into the kitchen. He crosses his arms.

"You think this is what I want? I never wanted to be in this century. I never wanted to wake up in a world where everyone I know is gone. Where all my hopes and dreams are quashed and this brave new world rejects everything I know."

His voice cracks and takes a deep breath.

You drop your shoulders. No, you didn't think about that. Yet, why would you even consider any of it when he can have anything he wants. Sure, his life isn't what he wanted but why does he get to do the same to you?

"I'm not the one who ruined your life," you mutter.

His brow twitches.

"No, you didn't. You're giving me a chance at that life," he sighs. "So, take your time, but we both know I'm going to get what I want."

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Safe Haven - John Wick

(Chapter one)

Pairing | John Wick x Original Fem! Character

Summary | In search of a breath in his tumultuous life, John Wick finds himself in a charming bookstore where he meets a sweet and welcoming woman. As they grow closer, John questions whether she can love him despite the dark secrets he carries. While battling the shadows of his past, he must protect the love that is blossoming and discover if hope and redemption are truly possible.

Word Count | 2.4k

A/N | Hey luvs! New chapter of my John Wick fic is up, and I’m super happy with all the interactions so far! Hope you all enjoy! (And also!! I want to let you guys know that this fic is kinda alternative, so Helen doesn't exist and John is still in his dark life with no romance 😭 poor baby) Prologue here!

The next day, John woke up with the softness of the bookstore still echoing in his mind. The aroma of tea and the warmth of the woman’s smile remained etched in his memory. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to feel something so light, so comforting.

As he moved, the pain in his injured shoulder reminded him of his reality. He slowly sat up, trying to ignore the stiffness spreading through his body. The past followed him, as always, but there was something inside him that longed to return to the bookstore.

With a soft sigh, John decided he needed that peace, even if it was temporary. He put on his black suit, adjusting his tie with precision, and stepped outside, feeling the morning breeze brush against his face and tousle his hair. The path seemed shorter this time, his anxiety replaced by cautious anticipation.

As he entered the bookstore, the bell chimed softly, and the familiar environment enveloped him, providing immediate comfort. He began searching for the woman who had welcomed him, his heart skipping a beat upon seeing her behind the counter, her head bent over a book. The sight of her so immersed in reading almost made him smile. Her hair, neatly tied up, contrasted with the beautiful mess from the night before, as if each style told a different part of her story.

When she noticed his presence, she looked up, and a smile illuminated her face. “You’re back!” she exclaimed, her voice like a ray of sunshine. “Did you find something interesting this time?”

John hesitated for a moment. There was something about the way she looked at him—so open, so inviting—that made him uncomfortable. Why does she seem so at ease? he wondered, almost absentmindedly. He observed her every movement. He had learned over the years that no one was completely innocent. Every smile could hide a motive, and he couldn’t afford to let his guard down.

“I’m still deciding,” he murmured, keeping his voice steady, not revealing the whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind. Her expression, however, didn’t change. Her smile remained calm, showing no signs of insincerity. Either she’s a great actress, or… maybe she really is just that genuine?

She nodded, seeming satisfied with his answer. “That’s alright! I’m just happy to have you back. I have some new books that you might like,” she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

John glanced away briefly, as if surveying the bookstore, but in reality, he was considering all possible exits, thinking about how each space could become an advantage point or a trap if he needed to act. That’s how he operated—always calculating.

He watched her move confidently around the space, picking up books and explaining their stories. John listened attentively, appreciating how animated she became, as if the words flowing from her mouth had a life of their own. However, while he listened, he continued evaluating. She seems sincere… but it’s hard to trust first impressions. His mind was always on alert.

“Have you read this one?” she asked, holding up a blue-covered book, her eyes eager for his response.

“No,” John admitted, “but I’m... willing to hear about it.”

The woman began talking about the plot, but he noticed she was also paying attention to him, as if trying to decipher what lay behind his calm expression. He struggled to maintain an air of mystery, not wanting her to know the weight he carried. She wants to understand more… but I can’t let her in.

“You have good taste, even if you don’t say much,” she observed with a playful smile.

John merely gave a slight smile in return, one that he didn’t even notice, a gesture that seemed sufficient for her. He liked how she didn’t press him, respecting his space. “Sometimes, silence speaks louder than words,” he commented, feeling it was an appropriate yet evasive response. It’s safer this way… he thought.

She nodded as if she understood. “I agree. Still, it’s nice to hear some stories from time to time.”

They were engrossed in conversation when suddenly, the sound of John’s phone ringing cut through the light atmosphere of the bookstore. He glanced at the screen and saw the name of a contact he didn’t want to see. A look of concern crossed his face as he hesitated to answer.

“Sorry,” he murmured to her, bringing the phone closer. “I need to take this.”

She nodded, and he stepped back a bit, the voice on the other end serving as a brutal reminder of his reality. “John, we need you. It’s urgent.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on his shoulders. “Understood,” he replied, his voice low and firm. “I’ll be there soon.”

Hanging up, he turned to the woman, frustration and sadness swirling in his eyes like a storm brewing on the horizon. “I have to go,” he said, his tone clipped and cold, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily between them. The change in his demeanor was evident, casting a shadow over the warmth of their earlier conversation.

She looked at him, understanding reflected in her gaze. “It’s okay. I hope everything is alright,” she replied, her smile unwavering. “Come back when you can.”

He nodded silently, the promise lingering in the air. And with one last look around, he left the bookstore, carrying with him the memory of the peace he had found there, even knowing that it didn’t belong in his life.

As he stepped outside, he pulled the collar of his suit tighter, trying to conceal the pain still throbbing in his shoulder. Walking through the city streets, the feeling that he didn’t belong in that kind of peace grew within him. It was as if the tranquility of the bookstore was a distant world, one he had no right to access.

Quickening his pace, John blended into the crowd, once again wrapped in the shadows of his life. Work was calling him, and as he glanced back, he knew that temporary peace would be hard to find again.

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Mia watched the mysterious man walk out the door, his presence still lingering in the air. It was impossible not to notice the melancholy he carried, like a visible weight on his shoulders. She wished he was okay; maybe he had faced a tough day. But unlike the other customers who often appeared with a similar sadness, his pain seemed deeper, as if shaped by difficult experiences.

She tried to shake off those thoughts, knowing that losing herself in them would lead nowhere. Just then, her coworker, Tom, emerged from the back of the bookstore, looking groggy. Tom, a man with dark skin and adorable curls, always brought a lightness to the atmosphere, even when he was sleepy. His playful nature was a balm for heavier days, and he was Mia’s only friend, someone who treated her like a younger sister.

“Finally, Tom! I thought you passed out back there,” she remarked, a smile playing on her lips as she moved to the counter to put away the books she had been showing the man.

Tom rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the sleepiness. “Sorry, I had to sort through a bunch of boxes that arrived this morning. What did I miss? Any interesting customers?”

Mia glanced out the window, watching the street where the man had disappeared. “Yeah, there was... A customer in a suit… and he was really quiet. He seemed a bit… distant, you know?”

“Another one of those businessmen, huh?” Tom said, putting his hands in his pockets as he approached the counter. “You know how those types are. Sometimes, they just need a little space.”

“Yeah…” Mia replied, rearranging one of the books on the counter. “He didn’t say much, but he seemed… I don’t know, just… different.”

Before she could continue her thought, the sound of the door opening brought a new customer into the store. Mia straightened her shoulders, returning to her work with her usual smile. “Good afternoon! Can I help you with anything?”

As the new visitor browsed the shelves, Tom leaned closer, hands still in his pockets, watching Mia sideways. “You seem a bit lost in thought today. Everything okay?” He always noticed when something was bothering her, as if he had a special intuition for it.

She offered a small smile and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… I don’t know, I’m tired.”

Tom studied her for a moment, then gave the counter a light tap. “Alright. But don’t worry. We always end up meeting all kinds of people here. Maybe he was just having a tough day.”

Mia nodded, turning her attention back to the customer in the store. Maybe that was all it was. Just another ordinary day, another passing customer. The thought made her smile. After all, the bookstore was filled with stories—on the shelves and among the people who came and went every day.

“Yeah, you’re probably right…” Mia murmured, and just as she spoke, the doorbell chimed again, signaling yet another arrival.

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John couldn't help but feel a pang of pride for having come out of this mission without major injuries. Each day seemed like a new opportunity to improve, to become more lethal, more efficient. Even after so many years in this life, he knew there was still room for growth. After all, that was what he did best, right? Fight, stab, shoot. Kill. It was what he knew, what defined his existence.

With a tired grunt, the tall man sank into the sofa, feeling the weight of the day on his shoulders. His large house was enveloped in a deafening silence, a constant echo of his loneliness. The empty walls seemed to close in around him, reminding him that, no matter how unbeatable he was on the battlefield, here, within these four walls, he was just a solitary man marked by his choices.

The life he had built, on a foundation of blood and violence, now felt like an invisible prison. But this was the only life he knew how to live.

John ran his hands through his hair, massaging his sore neck as he settled into the sofa. The stillness of the house wrapped around him like a heavy cloak, with nothing to distract him from the thoughts that always came flooding back. There was no music, television, or any sound to break the emptiness, only the echo of his own footsteps resonating in his mind.

He looked at the coffee table, where a half-empty bottle of whiskey awaited, a reminder of nights when alcohol was his only reliable companion. Next to the bottle, his gun lay, cold and silent, yet ever-present. It was ironic how the objects surrounding him—the weapons, the elegant furniture, the empty hallways—spoke more about who he had become than any words ever could.

John leaned forward to grab the glass, swirling the amber liquid before taking a long gulp. The taste burned his throat, but he didn't wince. There was a strange comfort in feeling something, anything, even if it was just the artificial warmth of the alcohol. The silence returned, relentless.

For a moment, he thought about calling someone. Someone to talk to, even if only for a few minutes. But soon that idea faded away. Who would he call? Who could understand the depth of his darkness?

He set the glass aside and stood up, slowly crossing the room, his heavy footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. Sometimes he found himself wondering if this was the life he had chosen or just the one the world had forced upon him. But, regardless of the answer, he was trapped. There was no easy way out.

Outside, the city continued to pulse, indifferent to the existence of John Wick. And he, in the midst of loneliness, knew he would soon be called to kill again. The cycle never ended.

John stopped in front of the window, watching the city stretch out before him. The bright lights twinkled in the distance, and the distant sound of traffic was the only connection he had to the world outside. He could see life happening, people living their routines without imagining what lurked in the shadows. For them, the city was vibrant, full of opportunities and dreams. For him, it was just a prison, camouflaged in lights and movement.

He rested his hands on the window ledge, feeling the cold of the glass against his skin. Even from his height, he knew he was not above anything. The violence, the darkness, the blood—all of it surrounded him, filled him. There was no escape. Each mission he completed took him deeper into the abyss.

In the distance, a police siren echoed, pulling John from his thoughts. He sighed, knowing there would be more battles ahead, more deaths to add to his already long list.

John stepped away from the window, and instinctively, his eyes fell on the gun on the table. It was an extension of himself, a tool he wielded with deadly precision. There was a part of him that took pride in that—in the efficiency, the skill, the control. But another part, buried deep inside, wondered how long it would last. How long would he endure this cycle of violence before he finally fell?

He picked up the gun and examined it, his fingers gliding over the cold metal. Unlike people, the gun had never betrayed him. It was straightforward, without ambiguities. With it, the world was simple. There was a target and an end.

A soft notification buzzed on his phone, cutting through the silence of the room. The screen lit up with a familiar name—a new job. Another name to cross off the list. He knew he had no choice. He never had. Leaving the gun on the table, he picked up the phone, his fingers hovering over the message for a moment before opening it.

Another contract. Another target.

John closed his eyes for a second, allowing the weight of everything that was to come to settle over him. Then, with the determination that had always guided him, he opened his eyes and left the apartment, ready to face the next battle, just as he always did.

In the end, he was not a man of peace.

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Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen

Chapter 8 “Differences” is available now!

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

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Sukuna hates mornings. Birds chirping, getting out of bed heavily and watching the sun conquer the skies are things he despises with all his heart. Just a curse that lives in a gigantic dark castle in order to have to deal as little as possible with sunlight. The windows with bloody roses, besides serving as decoration, have specific colors to mitigate the intense day to day light. Sukuna rubbed his eyes as he made his way to the dining room for breakfast at a slow pace as he was just waking up. As he approached the door, he heard the servants encouraging themselves to work faster. 

“Good morning, my king,” the servants said in unison once the great conqueror of their lands entered the room. 

The table was set as it was every morning. The tableware was elegantly placed in front of each seat, the candles were symmetrically spaced between the empty spaces and a subtle lemon scent could be perceived from how clean everything was. The servants lined up against the perimeter of the room as usual as they heard the king approaching. Sukuna inspected the faces he saw each morning, making sure no one was missing. It was strange not to see you in your usual place. Mrs. Inoue had not seen you at breakfast time or in the kitchen. She was so worried that she had already thought the worst. She wanted to ask the king about your whereabouts or the confirmation of your sudden death, but she didn't have the courage to do so.

“Did you inform her that she must have breakfast with me?” Sukuna asked Uraume as soon as he sat down at the head of the table. 

“Yes, my king, she must be getting ready,” Uraume answered as soon as one of the servants served him his breakfast: fried eggs and shredded meat, human, of course. 

The door opened again, interrupting the king's first bite. Finally, you have arrived. Your figure was wrapped in a beautiful dress that had been made especially for you. A pair of braids framed your face while a crystal tiara rested gently on your head. Your neck and wrists were adorned with precious jewelry that cost more than your old cabin in the countryside. Even though you had no royal blood, you felt like the princesses you used to see at balls. Sukuna was so used to seeing you in your uniform that he dropped his fork in shock. 

“Good morning, everyone,” you greeted with a small bow before entering the room. 

All the servants looked at you in shock for dressing so extravagantly. It was the first time you felt so many eyes on you, completely exposed even though you were clothed from head to toe. You just smiled and made your way to your new seat, the right side of the king. Mrs. Inoue was on the verge of tears of happiness to see that you were not dead and better than ever. 

“Good morning, my king.” You bowed respectfully to him. Mrs. Inoue overtook another servant to pull your chair, the perfect excuse to approach you. 

“Are you all right?” She whispered in your ear. You just nodded as you took a seat. 

Sukuna was still enthralled with your extreme change in appearance. He had known you as an ordinary girl in a hideous brown dress full of dirt that hid your good attributes. Now you stood before him in a beautiful purple dress with gold flowers decorating your chest and flowing down to the skirt. The sleeves that subtly rested on your arms allowed him the exposed skin of your shoulders that used to be covered by the uniform. Since you always wore a white scarf, I had never noticed your pretty hair color. You were a diamond in the rough that just needed to be polished to shine among the stars. Quickly, you noticed that Sukuna was just looking at you with his lips parted as if he wanted to say something. 

“Is something wrong?” you asked, confused. 

Sukuna quickly returned to his reality, picking up his fork as if nothing had happened. He coughed a couple of times before looking away so it wouldn't show that he loved your new look. His heart was beating like crazy and he didn't know how to make it stop. 

“That color doesn't go with your skin tone,” he complained, pretending that was the reason he was looking at you so intently. 

“Do you think so?” You asked while looking at the contrast between the dress and your skin tone. 

It had been a long time since you had worn a dress as beautiful as that one. I repeat, you had never worn a dress as beautiful as that one. Your mother used to buy dresses for you, but they were a solid color and not the best material, as she bought the ones that were within her financial means. You had forgotten how tedious it was to wear a corset so tight to the body and heels that hurt your feet. But, it was nice to pass in front of the mirrors and see something nice on the other side. 

A servant soon arrived to serve you a breakfast similar to Sukuna's, but with mutton instead of human flesh. You bit into it, happy to be eating something other than porridge after a long time. You missed eating meat after the time Sukuna invited you to eat with him for the second time. You were very excited that from now on you would always eat with him. 

“Your tutor is coming today," Sukuna informed you. 

“My tutor?” You asked confused. 

“He will make sure you have the necessary intellectual tools to be my wife and the mother of my future heir. He will teach you literature, mathematics, health and give you piano lessons,” he explained before drinking from his wine glass. 

That last thing got you very excited. You couldn't wait to learn to play like the professionals. In your head, you could already imagine all the songs you would learn. The king could be a heartless being, but sometimes he was generous. 

“He will arrive in the afternoon for you to welcome him, since he will be living here from today on,” he ordered before continuing eating. “You better not waste his time.” 

“I will try my best to be the best student.” You smiled before continuing to eat. That only made Sukuna's heart flutter even more. "Is my heart failing me already?" He asked himself. 

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Sevika x Reader

Synopsis: You meant to get dinner but wind up prey instead. Genre: Angst POV: Second Warnings: Stalking Word Count: 3.3k

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The day hadn’t gone great so you had decided to treat yourself as reward for getting through it. It wasn’t much but it was something positive to round out an otherwise bad week. You also didn’t feel like figuring out what to make at home or have energy leftover to cook it, which did nothing to dissuade you from this little luxury.

The food stalls still open this late were aimed at tastes more drunken than yours, though, and you felt like something that wasn’t fried or greasy. There was a noodle stall you had eaten at before that was still open, so that’s where you decided to spend your hard-earned money. Except you weren’t the only one with that idea—there are only half a dozen or so people standing around but it feels like half the city.

Waiting gave you time to settle back and take in the sights and sounds of the nightlife—still jovial—and time to see if you knew anyone. You recognize a few faces but no one you personally knew, not that you expected to.

One person in particular takes notice of you in turn.

“Hey,” they call in a way that made you think of slime flowing along a gutter. They casually start making their way to toward you as if the two of you knew each other. It wouldn’t have been hard to deal with them if you weren’t so exhausted but sheer stubbornness was the only thing keeping you on your feet.

You had been taught no matter how you felt inside, you were supposed to pretend you were fine to the world, and that’s how you lived. You didn’t have to look like you were spoiling for a fight, you simply had to look like you were stronger than someone else, make someone else the easier target and go on with your day. Except this time the easiest target was you.

And the vultures could smell.

You do your best to give the person a withering glare but you can feel the fear creeping in, hackles you don’t have raising. The jackal simply smiled at that knowing you were bluffing, keeping their sauntering approach. Worse yet, you don’t know if it’s just the one or if there are others watching. All it would take is a covert signal, such as a verbal cue or walking toward someone, to mark the intended target…

If it was only one, you may still be able to fend them off even in your current state. Not without risk, mind you, but there was still a chance to get home if it was. There was no chance if others were lurking about.

You really should have gone home straight away after all.

The others standing around either didn’t notice your predicament or pretended not to. You couldn’t blame them, though, you had been in their position before. It was impossible to intervene for everyone in Zaun without burning out or being a corpse discovered the following morning. Occasionally someone tried to be saviour to all but the weight always got to them in the end, if a knife didn’t get to them first.

It may seem cruel to those who didn’t live it but it was survival to those who did. There was no malice and, before this moment, you had thought there was no resentment—it was understood everyone’s time came eventually—but you couldn’t help but feel something toward everyone letting you be the sacrificial goat. You didn’t blame them but also you did.

While waiting moments earlier, you had idly scanned the area for possible escape routes, habit at this point and not something you thought you would need to be aware of. There were some ways you could go but none that would work when you didn’t know if there were others in the shadows. And you had to assume there were—it was a common enough method down here.

Shifting tactics, you slowly start backing up. It may look like it was out of fear but there was one person in the crowd whom you recognized and forcing her involvement was your best play as far as you could tell.

Or you were setting up a three-way brawl that you would definitely not win.

She instantly notices what you’re doing, of course. She had been watching since the worm first said something but wasn’t going to bother getting involved. Now it was looking like she might have to so she shifts to better watch the scene unfold while still appearing oblivious. She wasn’t going to do anything if she didn’t have to, not for some stranger.

Still, she watched as you deliberately violated an unspoken law of the underground. Even children knew about personal space.

She didn’t know if she was amused by the gall or pissed at it.

You were hoping the creep would see what you were doing and back off but they just kept coming—either they hadn’t noticed or didn’t care. You risk a quick glance back to judge distance and draw attention to the woman but the bastard is focused on you and only you. Even the others were standing a bit more rigid now, conversations a bit more strained, aware of what was happening.

No one was going to help. You had gambled and lost. Resignation of what was to come set in.

“You want something?” came a gruff voice behind you. It may have been directed at you but it was loud enough to carry beyond. More than a few breathes were held as the tension hit boiling point.

Given the way the jackal’s face blanches and how abruptly they stop, you got your answer to how much they caught. It was a small, meaningless victory but it was something at least. It almost made you smile.

“Nope, nothing,” they stammer as they move to quickly put others between you and them. Well, them and the woman behind you, you weren’t naive enough to think otherwise. They don’t leave completely, still not giving up their prey, but it gives you space to start planning your escape.

You’re very much aware of how close the woman is behind you and how her eyes burn into your back. You want to step away but had to force yourself to stay. The creep may be cowed for the moment but they hadn’t left, that meant keeping them in your sight and ignoring the agitation moving up your spine.

Fighting the discomfort, you consider your new position. You have a head start now, not much of one but it may allow you to run. If you could make it to a narrow passage, numbers advantage won’t count for much. You could also lure them in and switch to the offensive, take them by surprise. Maybe the play was—

“Order thirty-seven!” You jump at the sudden interruption to your thoughts. That was you. You automatically make your way up to the counter, the pressure easing with distance but you can still feel the eyes on you. Multiple sets of eyes. The rough-looking vastaya inside the stall hands you a bag without acknowledging you or what’s unfolding. He had seen it all before and would see it again. The faces changed but the act was the same.

Such was life here.

You aren’t sure what to do now. You can try running but staying was still the safer. You couldn’t stay all night—you would have to sleep at some point and even the bars closed before the morning bustle started—but maybe the bastard would get bored before then.

Or maybe they would be patient knowing you’re trapped.

Any chance of being allowed to leave in peace had evaporated when you made them look like a fool. It limits your options but you don’t regret it. While debating what to do, a streak of red shoots by your peripheral vision. You hadn’t heard another number be called but one must have.

But just like that, the one thing you knew would give the vultures pause was walking off. There was no more time to plan, you had to act. Now.

Making up your mind, you pretend to examine the contents of your bag before turning around and start after the woman. You want the buffer space but had to stay close enough to make anyone who was after you hesitate. If you weren’t being pursued, you could double back and head home. If you were…

The die had been cast, the only thing left was to see how it lands.

After weaving through numerous alleys and streets, sometimes only having a guess on where to go next, you can’t see anyone still following you. You’re about to break off when you nearly run into Sevika as she waits around a corner for you, fully aware you’ve been tailing her this whole time.

Turns out you aren’t as sneaky as you think.

“Two behind, one above,” she says curtly but quietly so only you can hear, not that there was anyone else around to eavesdrop. She roughly nudges you to keep walking while she takes up position on your flank. Anyone watching would assume you were friends but you tense at the possible threat—not everyone took kindly to being shadowed, after all.

You let her guide you through the maze as you think on what she said. You consider yourself an observant person but it was news to you that there were multiple people in pursuit. Sure you aren’t a professional but you would have noticed at least one, right? Part of you wants to stop and look but when one of the most powerful people in Zaun offers you aid, you don’t waste their time.

Or there was no one and it was a trap to punish you.

Despite the urge to attempt to spot anyone, you continue to obediently follow Sevika. You have no idea where you are now so have no choice but follow or risk being lost. No more words are spoken—you don’t know what you’d even say—but given the way she casts her eyes about, you figure you’re not alone.

You there's nothing you can offer to help, the best thing you can do is to stay close but not get in the way.

After what feels like forever, you eventually find yourself in front of a nondescript door. It looks like all the others you passed but for this one Sevika pulls out a key. With a click, it unlocks and she steps inside as casually as someone getting home from brunch. You aren’t sure if you’re welcome to join her, though. It was one thing to latch onto someone in the street but entering their residence was too personal, too much of a violation. You know you weren’t safe out here but you still balk at crossing the threshold.

Zaun may be filled with all manner of the uncouth according to Piltover but there were still rules, still things not that weren’t done. You had already broken one earlier, another may too much even if your life was in danger.

Luckily you’re saved from obsessing about it.

“In or out?” comes Sevika’s voice from inside. That was all you needed. Darting inside, you quickly close the door only for it to dawn on you the position you just put yourself in. This was Sevika, someone who was skilled at close-quarters combat and no stranger to violence. Someone who could overpower you without breaking a sweat and regularly dealt with worse than you.

And you had willingly locked yourself in a confined space with her, so focused on the vermin you didn’t see that cat.

Maybe you had better odds outside after all.

You freeze, rooted as panic seeps in. It wasn’t the fear you felt earlier, this was the deep, raw panic of knowing you’re completely helpless, that nothing you do will change things.

You can’t move, can’t think, can barely breathe.

Sevika huffs but otherwise ignores you as she goes about her regular post-work routine. You may as well be a new, unfortunately placed statue that had followed her home. As long as you stayed put, she was fine leaving you where you stood until she could deal with you properly.

So what if you were scared? She wouldn’t lose sleep over it.

After an indeterminate amount of time, she gives an exasperated sigh. “You can sit there,” she juts her chin at a worn couch. Your feet are heavy but they respond to her command despite not responding to yours. You sit meekly where directed and try to make yourself as small and as unobtrusive as possible but that was a skill useful for blending into crowds, not disappearing into furniture. “Spoon or fork?”

You’re caught off-guard, completely forgetting the context. “Uh, fork?” you answer, turning it into a question. Why would you phrase that as a question? You’re nervous but so nervous you can’t even pick a utensil? You cringe internally. That was something you’d be embarrassed about later.

Sevika rolls her eyes but half-places, half-tosses a fork on the scarred coffee table before you. She leans against a counter and stares at you while she eats, evaluating you. You can smell the spice where you sit but there’s no indication she feels any of it.

Under her scrutiny, you mechanically unpack your takeout, not that you still have an appetite. You don’t need to look up to know every move you make is being judged. You take an occasional nibble to be polite but mostly you move things around until your meal becomes a congealed shadow of its former self.

“Enough already,” snaps Sevika, breaking the silence. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You wince at the anger in her voice. “I don’t know.”

“Clearly.”

The derision in that single word gets to you in a way nothing else had all night. You were done biting your tongue, done taking what others thought of you.

The single lightning strike that causes a roaring wildfire.

“Sorry for inconveniencing you so much!” you snarl, all panic forgotten. “Sorry for wanting to eat something wasn’t garbage at the end of a long week. Sorry not all of us can solve problems by punching them. I didn’t plan on this and I never asked for your help. You were the one who decided to do more than exist!” You glare at Sevika, daring her to do something, anything.

She simply watches you, though, not taking the bait. If your words got to her, she didn’t show it. There may have been a momentary flicker of something but you’re too worked up to say for certain.

Part of you wished she had responded with anger of her own, given you a target to focus on. Now that the dam was broken, all of the bullshit you had been dealing with was crashing into you, forcing you to feel the weeks, months, years of anger and stress and injustice, everything you had pushed down and excused.

It's agonizing.

Fortunately Sevika isn’t unsympathetic—she knows what it’s like to grow up on these streets, how it is to swallow crap to survive. She’s also aware of the truth in your words, any bite they had was because she acted alone in helping you. She may not think the best of you but she understands where you’re coming from.

It doesn't stop her from gripping the counter a bit tighter or pressing her lips a bit thinner, though.

Not that you notice.

You work yourself up and up, jaw clenching, palms sore and bleeding from digging nails into them, not registering the protests from all the muscles pushed beyond their limit. You want to pace, to punch something, to make someone else hurt the way you do. By some miracle you keep enough wits to stay seated, but that’s all. You feel like a rabid beast and long to be let off the leash, to feel your fangs sink into someone’s neck.

It’s intoxicating and you lose yourself in it for a time.

But you can’t stay like that forever and slowly the wildfire dies down. There are still embers but the flames are gone. You exhale as the last tendrils leave, sagging into cushions as muscles no longer hold you upright. You feel like you should have tears welling up but you’re only tired now. Not angry or scared, just… tired.

“Seriously,” asks Sevika now that it was safe to speak, “Why?”

For the first time, you look around. You don’t know what you expected but it wasn’t this. It was neither dirty nor clean. Well-cared for tools glistened on a workbench but the rest of the place was muted, almost somber. It was modest but not rundown.

It was strangely fitting.

Sevika watches, giving you time to answer but it’s clear you were expected to answer. Closing your eyes, you focus on your breathing, slowing your racing heart before attempting to respond.

“I…” you start before the lump in your throat makes it too painful to talk. You swallow it and take another steadying breath. It hurts and your tongue feels too thick and your mouth too dry but you can talk this time. “No one was stepping in so I had to make someone.”

A single nod encourages you to continue.

“I get it, get why no one helped, but I didn’t want to go out like that. You have a reputation. I didn’t have time to think, only act. You were there, you know how fast it happened.”

“You’re lucky I was more annoyed at that worm than you.”

“I know,” you smile ruefully, “it was a risk.”

“A big one.” You couldn’t argue with that.

After a few moments of reflective silence, you say softly, “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” A twinge of guilt makes it clear you mean it.

Sevika lets herself relax at that. Not that she’d admit it but the events of the night had put her on wary edge. She hadn’t been worried per se, but she knew someone with a bruised ego couldn’t be brushed off, shouldn’t be disregarded no matter how insignificant they seemed. She’d have to look into any connections they had but that was for later, for now she wanted a drink and to unwind.

She pushes herself up and disappears into the back room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You sit there, ruminating on what had lead to everything and how much you were pushing down, there was more than you’d have guessed. It would take a while to really process but despite everything, you were more at ease than you had been in a while.

It wouldn’t last but you were grateful to have a moment of peace before the end.

“You know they’re probably still out there, right?” Sevika calls from the other room, stating the obvious and drawing you back to the present.

“Yup.” No point in drawing it out or imposing further. You stand up, ready to face what was coming.

Back walks Sevika into sight, holding a pillow and blanket. “You can stay here if you want. I’ll make sure you get home tomorrow.” She acts like it’s not a big deal but you can almost detect an awkward undercurrent to her words and movement.

“Really?” You hadn’t expected this, wouldn’t have dared ask for it. Relief washes over you as you sit back down with a soft thump. You were still prepared to face whatever was on the other side of that door but glad you didn’t have to, not tonight. “Thanks.” It seemed like too small a word after everything.

Sevika grunts your gratitude away, handing you the bedding nonchalantly. “And eat your damned food,” she chides, eyeing the cool, forgotten mess that had started everything.

You smile and your appetite returns with a vengeance.

—

A/N: Put the stalking warning just in case but I was thinking of prey animals and animal hunting methods. Basically thinking of any number of nature documentaries. I also spent way too long editing and rewriting this so some words might be missing or doubled up, and writing in second person is not my forte. Once again I'm reminded why I dislike coming up with titles.

[mist-touchedxiv]

Rating: 18+

#that loksen look looksen

Name: Loksen Tyrwesfv

Race: Viera | Veena

Patron Deity: Oschon

Hometown: Skatay Range | Kópavogur

Age: 75+

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 198 lb

Hair: Black with unusual natural blue streaks

Eyes: Aether blue

Gender: Male (he/him)

Orientation: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: Adventurer

Job: SAM/ARC

Favorite Color: Blue

Smoking: Yes, occasionally. Prefers using a kiseru. Blends own tobacco, typically with vanilla. The smell of smoked tobacco can help dull his already potent Vieran sense of smell if he feels overwhelmed

Drinking: Yes. Loves Vieran aquavit and Mjød, but hasn't encountered either in years. Due to spending time in Hingashi enjoys sake and often carries a flask, which he has been known to use as a weapon

Diet: Omnivore

Hobbies: Whittling, archery, drinking and eating, traveling, fishing, mahjong, reading Vieran poetry, camping

Personality: Reserved, almost aloof. Intense. Helpful. Honorable. His noble heart and wanderlust belies a quiet guilt.

Distinguishing Features: Viera male. Lotta blue. Speaks Eorzean with a noticeable but pleasant accent akin to Finnish. Faded scars across his back and torso. Brand on the back of neck to identify him as a Garlean prisoner, usually covered by hair.

Löksen was a typical Wood-warder many years ago, until the day the Garlean empire attacked Dalmasca. During a periodic visit to his home village, hearing disturbing rumors that Garlemald had set eyes on Dalmasca. Having proven to be a great archer, the leaders urged him and a small group of other Wood-warders to make a trip to Dalmasca to convince the Viera living in the city to come home.

Ultimately, they failed. Having scarcely arrived in the foreign city, it was overrun by Garlean forces and the other men were killed in the ensuing battles and Löksen taken prisoner for several years. During his imprisonment at a Garlean labor camp, Löksen was a target of fascination and sometimes ridicule as a rare male of an already elusive people. His Wood-warder background prepared him for the harsh conditions of the camp and helped him survive. His time in the camp also introduced him to a variety of people and cultures that he never would have encountered otherwise. Imprisoned Sharlayan scholars taught him the Eorzean language, an old Hingan woman taught him the way of the samurai, a pair of Lalafell smugglers regaled him with stories of Ul'dah, among others.

Eventually, the camp was inadvertently liberated by Bahamut's rampage and during the chaos, Löksen fought and killed the Garlean officer who had served as a tormentor and overseer and took their gunblade as a trophy that he carries with him.

Now he wanders Etheirys partly as an adventurer inspired by the stories of his fellow inmates about the diverse lands they came from, but also to try to escape a sense of guilt for failing his people in Dalmasca and trying to seek solace.

RP Hooks

Hey there, mun here. I'm pretty flexible on how to start interactions. I'm completely open to discussing things or just go with the flow, provided you start of course.

I designed Loksen to essentially be a support character. He's not a WoL, he's not blessed with Echo. Honestly, my goal with him is to bring texture and enhance YOUR story. I suppose I'm more focused on being a character than a protag, I guess.

He's got his own little stories, but I'm here to make friends and try my hand at a creative outlet that I haven't done in several years.

Anyways, here's some possibilities!

Garlean? - Loksen carries a rather conspicuous weapon, a Garlean gunblade. It often invites suspicion and hostility from Eorzeans and Garleans alike: Eorzeans bristle at the sight of the weapon of a hated enemy and can jump to conclusions regarding his allegiance; Garleans object to such an honored Imperial weapon in the hands of an Eorzean savage. It's not unusual for Loksen to keep the weapon wrapped in cloth to avoid unwanted attention. Characters with a Garlean background will notice that the weapon has been heavily modified: the firing mechanism of a typical gunblade has been removed from the blade and the scabbard contains a rifle mechanism with a magazine loaded and a trigger located below the sword's hilt.

Mercenary - Loksen, while a decent sort, has no allegiance except to gil. Even with his comfort for violence, Loksen has a code of honor. He's worked with the Grand Companies as a hired blade, the underworld (within reason), anyone with a need for muscle. While he's not well-known, Loksen's skills and professionalism are renowned by those who've worked with him.

Viera Kinship - Loksen is drawn to other Viera. He hasn't seen many other Forest People in the past several years. He can recognize the scent of his people.

Fisherman - A familiar face amongst the anglers of Limsa Lominsa, especially the Lower Docks and the La Noscea shore. Loksen's skills are well-regarded enough that he's been commissioned by the culinarian's guild and the Bismarck to procure rare fish for special dishes.

Wilderness guide - Loksen would be a fairly well-known guide for places like the Twelveswood for botanists and other scholars looking to take expeditions into the Shroud or into the mountains.

About the RPer

Cishet • M • 30+ • North America Central Time Zone • Weird, but well-meaning

[yapmania]

rubs hands tg mischievously…i better come back to 99+(this is capitalized) notis on da main

DAYS since the chemicals in my brain have flowed now i better receive some attention for it

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The New York Times

By Eric LiptonMaggie Haberman and Alan Blinder

Jan. 7, 2025

President-elect Donald J. Trump was at the lectern talking through the approaching inauguration of his second term. But across the ballroom at his Mar-a-Lago resort in Palm Beach, Fla., was a display of the extraordinary way that his family business interests are now fully mixed with his plans for governance of the United States.

Mr. Trump opened the unusual news conference on Tuesday by introducing Hussain Sajwani, the founder and chairman of DAMAC Properties, a Dubai-based real estate firm that partnered with the Trump family a decade ago to build the first Trump-branded golf course in the Middle East.

Now, Mr. Trump said, DAMAC is planning to invest billions of dollars in the United States to build data centers, with the help of Mr. Trump and the federal government, even while DAMAC continues its role as a Trump business partner.

There too in the room at Mar-a-Lago was Steve Witkoff, who is in business with a new crypto company called World Liberty Financial that both Mr. Trump and his sons helped start. Mr. Witkoff, while still working with the crypto company, is already serving as Mr. Trump’s Middle East envoy, and Mr. Witkoff provided an update from the stage on efforts to release Israeli hostages held in Gaza.

Mr. Trump pointed out that one of his sons, Eric Trump, who has been pushing new Trump tower deals in the Middle East, was in the back of the ballroom, as well, on the same day that LIV Golf, the Saudi-financed golf league, disclosed that it intends to host another tournament this year at the Trump National Doral resort near Miami. This means that money tied to the Saudi government will continue to flow to the Trump family, even when Mr. Trump is back in the White House, as LIV Golf is owned by the Saudi sovereign wealth fund.

Also on Tuesday, Trump Organization’s other major Middle East business partner, Dar Al Arkan, disclosed that it planned to start building projects in the United States for the first time, according to a report by Reuters. Dar Al Arkan did not respond to a request for comment.

It all comes as Jared Kushner, Mr. Trump’s son-in-law, recently disclosed that he has raised an additional $1.5 billion from Middle East investors for his private equity company. The firm he started after he left his position in the White House in 2020 now has more than $4.5 billion, mostly from oil-rich sovereign wealth funds.

“This will be the golden age of America — this is the golden age of America,” Mr. Trump said, as he was wrapping up his more than hourlong news conference, not referring to his own family business operations, but his confidence on the future path of the nation. “We’re going to have a great country again.”

The scale of overlap between Mr. Trump’s family members and their business interests, and the government he will lead, all showcased on the same day, underscores how unprecedented the second Trump presidency and the potential for conflicts of interest will be.

“There was at least some concern from the Trump administration during the first term about the optics of financial intermingling between Trump’s businesses and the government,” said Adav Noti, executive director of Campaign Legal Center, a nonprofit ethics group. “What we are seeing with the incoming administration is no longer that kind of concern about those optics. There is an impression that the handcuffs are off.”

Karoline Leavitt, a spokeswoman for Mr. Trump, rejected the criticism.

“President Trump’s family members are highly respected, intelligent individuals who love our country,” she said in a statement. “They have always played an integral role in President Trump’s campaigns and his first administration and have made many personal sacrifices to help their father make America great again.”

Ms. Leavitt also pointed to Hunter Biden, the son of President Biden, who secured millions of dollars worth of contracts while his father was vice president from overseas business executives.

The Trump family has made clear since the election that it does not intend to forswear new international deals as it did in 2017, meaning it will continue to announce new ventures in spots around the world, Eric Trump said in an interview with The New York Times last month.

The family still plans to announce an ethics plan that will include hiring an outside legal adviser that will review these deals, in an attempt to avoid special treatment by companies that may be seeking favors from the United States government. It also has said that it will not be doing new deals directly with foreign governments while Mr. Trump is president.

But the list of new deals has accelerated in recent months as Mr. Trump is poised to take office.

Dar Al Arkan, a Saudi-based real-estate company, disclosed since the middle of last year that it will build new Trump-named towers in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, and in Dubai, in addition to a previously planned project in Oman. Dar Al Arkan and its Dar Global subsidiary are private companies, but they have close ties to the Saudi government.

Mr. Kushner, in a podcast last month, disclosed for the first time that he had received $1.5 billion worth of new funding from the sovereign wealth funds of Qatar and Abu Dhabi. He said he also had a commitment from Saudi Arabia, which had previously agreed to deliver his firm $2 billion, to extend their agreement to 2029, two years later than the original date.

Mr. Kushner, in the interview, said this move means he avoided conflicts of interest, as he said he had negotiated these new commitments before his father in law was re-elected.

“I made very clear to them that in the event that Trump was elected, that they should not expect anything from me for that,” Mr. Kushner said during the interview, with the podcaster Patrick O’Shaughnessy.

Mr. Kushner and his firm declined on Tuesday to comment on the record about the matter. To date, Affinity Partners, his company, has invested about $2 billion of its funds into firms, including about $129 million into Phoenix Holdings, an Israeli financial services company that has seen its stock value surge since the investment by Affinity.

The plan Mr. Trump announced on Tuesday while at Mar-a-Lago centered around DAMAC, which he said intended to invest $20 billion in the United States “over a very short period of time.” The investment apparently focused on data centers that are needed to handle fast-growing demands coming from cloud computing and artificial intelligence industries.

“We’re very, very excited, now with his leadership and his open strategy and policy to encourage businesses to come to the U.S.,” Mr. Sajwani said, after Mr. Trump invited him to the stage at the start of his news conference. “For the last four years, we’ve been waiting for this moment.”

DAMAC and the Trump Organization are already in business together in Dubai with a first golf course and have plans to build a second, although this project has long been delayed. But in the United States, Mr. Trump said, he intends to use the federal government’s powers to help his family business partner, by offering DAMAC “expedited reviews” of any federal environmental questions that might emerge related to the company’s plans.

“We’re going to move them quickly through the environmental process,” Mr. Trump said, adding that a similar benefit would be offered to any company planning to invest $1 billion in the United States, although DAMAC is the first to get such a promise.

Because Mr. Trump is so close to his children, moves they make attract attention regardless of whether there is a component related to the Trump Organization. For instance, three of Mr. Trump’s incoming government officials posted photos to social media of themselves traveling with Donald Trump Jr., a key political voice with his father, to Greenland, which the president-elect has said he wants the U.S. government to acquire for strategic purposes. Donald Trump Jr. is not joining his father’s government, and did not appear to have held any meetings related to any kind of development.

But the LIV Golf announcement on Tuesday means that the Saudi-financed tournament will be back at Mr. Trump’s Doral resort in April, spending hundreds of thousands of dollars at the venue.

The event also drives thousands of ticket-buying fans to the resort, filling up hotel restaurants and guest rooms during the multiday event. LIV events also boost the international profile of the more than a dozen Trump family golf resorts around the world.

“What they’re doing with LIV is very important,” Mr. Trump told The Times at the 2022 competition at Doral, which as of this year will have been used four times by LIV Golf for tournaments. “They’re putting a lot of effort into it and a lot of money into it, as you see.”

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Il Rap negli Anni ’90: La Golden Age che ha Cambiato la Musica

Gli anni ’90 sono stati un decennio fondamentale per il rap americano, un periodo che ha definito lo stile, l'identità e l'evoluzione di questo genere musicale. Considerato da molti l’apice creativo e commerciale della cultura hip-hop, questo decennio ha visto nascere vere e proprie leggende e ha dato vita a un’incredibile varietà di stili e sottogeneri. Ma cosa ha reso il rap degli anni ’90 così unico e iconico? Scopriamolo insieme.

Il panorama musicale e culturale

Il rap negli anni ’90 non era più soltanto una musica di nicchia: era una voce potente che parlava delle lotte quotidiane, delle disuguaglianze sociali e delle tensioni razziali. Il genere si espandeva in due grandi direzioni geografiche e stilistiche:

East Coast: Con New York come epicentro, la scena East Coast si caratterizzava per testi profondi e complessi, spesso incentrati sulla vita urbana e sulle difficoltà di vivere in quartieri difficili. Tra i nomi più rappresentativi troviamo Nas, The Notorious B.I.G., Wu-Tang Clan e Jay-Z.

West Coast: Sulla costa opposta, la West Coast puntava su un suono più rilassato, con influenze funk e atmosfere G-Funk. Gli artisti più noti di questa scena sono Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, 2Pac e Ice Cube.

La rivalità tra East e West Coast, spesso enfatizzata dai media, culminò in una serie di eventi tragici, tra cui la morte di due dei più grandi rapper di sempre: Tupac Shakur e The Notorious B.I.G.. Questi episodi segnarono profondamente la cultura hip-hop e il suo futuro.

I protagonisti della scena

Gli anni ’90 hanno visto emergere artisti che non solo hanno segnato un’epoca, ma che continuano a influenzare generazioni di rapper:

Nas: Con il suo album di debutto Illmatic (1994), Nas ha fissato nuovi standard per il rap lirico. L’album è considerato uno dei migliori dischi hip-hop di tutti i tempi.

Tupac Shakur: Poeta ribelle, carismatico e controverso, Tupac ha combinato una lirica potente con un’anima militante, toccando temi di giustizia sociale, amore e morte.

The Notorious B.I.G.: Biggie Smalls, con il suo flow inconfondibile e il suo stile narrativo, ha raccontato la vita di strada in modo crudo e realistico. Il suo album Ready to Die (1994) è ancora oggi un classico.

Wu-Tang Clan: Questo collettivo, composto da nove membri, ha rivoluzionato la scena hip-hop con il loro suono grezzo e la loro estetica ispirata ai film di kung-fu.

L’evoluzione sonora: dall’underground al mainstream

Negli anni ’90, il rap ha attraversato una trasformazione sonora incredibile. Mentre agli inizi del decennio dominava un suono più grezzo e minimalista, verso la metà degli anni ’90 il rap si arricchì di nuove influenze, tra cui il funk, il jazz e il soul. Questa evoluzione ha portato alla nascita di sottogeneri come:

G-Funk: Popularizzato da artisti come Dr. Dre e Snoop Dogg, il G-Funk ha mescolato ritmi lenti, linee di basso funky e sintetizzatori melodici.

Boom Bap: Caratteristico della scena East Coast, il boom bap si distingue per le sue batterie pesanti e i sample presi dal jazz.

Conscious rap: Artisti come Common e A Tribe Called Quest hanno portato avanti un rap più riflessivo e impegnato, trattando temi sociali e politici.

La cultura intorno al rap

Il rap negli anni ’90 non era solo musica, ma un movimento culturale che includeva moda, arte e attivismo. Lo stile dei rapper influenzava le strade: felpe oversize, cappellini da baseball e scarpe da basket diventavano il look di riferimento per milioni di giovani. Allo stesso tempo, i videoclip musicali su MTV contribuivano a diffondere l’immaginario hip-hop in tutto il mondo.

La cultura del rap si esprimeva anche attraverso il graffitismo e il breaking (breakdance), continuando a portare avanti le radici del movimento hip-hop nato nei ghetti newyorkesi negli anni ’70.

Un’eredità che vive ancora oggi

L’influenza del rap degli anni ’90 è ancora visibile nell’hip-hop contemporaneo. Molti artisti di oggi si ispirano direttamente a quella generazione, sia nei testi che nelle sonorità. Album di quel decennio sono considerati pietre miliari e continuano ad essere ascoltati da milioni di persone in tutto il mondo.

Il rap degli anni ’90 ha segnato una svolta epocale, trasformandosi da musica di protesta locale a linguaggio universale. E se oggi il rap è il genere più ascoltato al mondo, lo dobbiamo in gran parte a quegli artisti che hanno messo cuore, vita e talento nei loro versi.

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L’eredità di un genio: riflessioni, idee e intuizioni senza tempo The Legacy of a Genius: Timeless Reflections, Ideas, and Insights Leonardo da Vinci era un uomo eccezionale. L'epitome dell'uomo iconico del Rinascimento, era un maestro in vari campi, tra cui pittura, scultura, architettura, ingegneria, matematica, musica e letteratura. Leonardo da Vinci was an exceptional human. The epitome of the iconic Renaissance man, he was a master in various fields, including painting, sculpture, architecture, engineering, mathematics, music, and literature. Aveva una capacità straordinaria di combinare conoscenze artistiche e scientifiche per creare opere d'arte belle e proporzionalmente accurate. Ciò che distingue Leonardo dagli altri uomini, allora e ora, sono la sua insaziabile curiosità e la sua attenta osservazione. Desiderava profondamente apprendere e comprendere quanto più possibile del mondo fisico. Si impegnava costantemente per esplorare nuove idee e migliorare le sue abilità in vari campi. A tal fine, Leonardo registrò meticolosamente le sue osservazioni nei quaderni, noti anche come codici usando disegni, note scritte ed equazioni matematiche.He had an extraordinary ability to combine artistic and scientific knowledge to create beautiful and proportionally accurate works of art. What sets Leonardo apart from other men, then and now, is his insatiable curiosity and his keen observational skills. He deeply desired to learn and understand as much as possible about the physical world. He constantly pushed himself to explore new ideas and improve his skills in various fields. To this end, Leonardo meticulously recorded his observations in notebooks, also known as codexes using drawings, written notes, and mathematical equations.Dovremmo essere tutti curiosi come Leonardo. Potremmo prendere tutti una pagina dai taccuini di Leo e seguire il suo consiglio! Ecco una breve storia di Leonardo da Vinci e un po' della sua saggezza.We should all be as curious as Leonardo. We could all take a page from one of Leo’s notebooks and follow his advice! Here is a brief history of Leonardo da Vinci and some of his wisdom.  Leonardo Da Vinci nacque il 15 aprile 1452, nel piccolo borgo di Vinci, lontano dalle grandi città. Il posto in cui è nato non era più grande di un pollaio. Da bambino inizia la sua passione per le macchine e i gadget perché era affascinato dal mulino del paese. Una piccola casa è stata costruita su un flusso veloce che contiene una macchina meravigliosa. Mentre l'acqua scorreva, causava la rotazione delle pale di legno di una turbina, incanalando energia cinetica per macinare il grano in farina. E proprio come un mulino ad acqua continuamente girato dal flusso costante di acqua, la mente fluida di Leonardo è stato messo in moto, e ha iniziato costantemente alla ricerca di nuove conoscenze ed esperienze.Leonardo Da Vinci was born on April 15, 1452, in the small village of Vinci, far from the big cities. The place he was born in was no bigger than a chicken coop. As a child, his passion for machines and gadgets began because he was fascinated by the village mill. A small house was constructed over a fast-moving stream containing a marvelous machine. As the water flowed by, it caused the wooden paddles of a turbine to turn, channeling kinetic energy to grind grain into flour. And just as a watermill continuously turned by the constant flow of water, Leonardo’s fluid mind was set in motion, and he began constantly seeking out new knowledge and experiences. Era lo zio di Leonardo, si chiamava Francesco, che gli diede una penna e gli disse di disegnare. E così via! Leonardo cominciò a disegnare tutto ciò che vedeva, dal paesaggio dalla valle dell'Arno ai volti della gente — i brutti e i belli. Leonardo’s uncle, Francesco, gave him a pen and told him to draw. And away he went! Leonardo began to draw everything he saw, from the Arno valley's landscape to people's faces — the ugly and the beautiful. Leonardo da Vinci credeva che la bellezza fosse essenziale per l'arte, la natura e l'esperienza umana. Vedeva la bellezza come un riflesso dell'ordine naturale e dell'armonia dell'universo. Credeva che potesse elevare lo spirito umano e ispirare gioia e meraviglia. Allo stesso tempo, Leonardo riconobbe anche un lato oscuro della vita. Quella bruttezza, decadenza e imperfezione erano aspetti inevitabili del mondo naturale. La bellezza era più bella quando contrastava con il brutto, e le malformazioni erano più orribili rispetto a qualcosa di divinamente proporzionale. Credeva che fosse compito dell'artista catturare e rappresentare questi aspetti della realtà e usarli per creare un senso di equilibrio e contrasto nelle loro opere d'arte.Leonardo da Vinci believed beauty was essential to art, nature, and the human experience. He saw beauty as a reflection of the natural order and harmony of the universe. He believed it could elevate the human spirit and inspire joy and wonder. At the same time, Leonardo also recognized a dark side to life. That ugliness, decay, and imperfection were inevitable aspects of the natural world. Beauty was more beautiful when contrasted with the ugly, and malformations were more horrific when compared to something divinely proportional. He believed that it was the artist's role to capture and represent these aspects of reality and to use them to create a sense of balance and contrast in their works of art. Il padre fu colpito dalle capacità artistiche del figlio e decise che Leonardo avrebbe dovuto studiare a Firenze sotto la guida dell'artista Andrea del Verrocchio. Il Maestro fiorentino, ha avuto un ruolo significativo nella prima evoluzione artistica di Leonardo. Permise anche a Leonardo di dipingere una coppia di angeli in una delle sue opere più celebri, "Battesimo di Cristo." Si racconta che quando Verrocchio vide l'angelo di Leonardo, l'artista maestro fu talmente colpito dalla bravura e dalla creatività del suo apprendista che decise di rinunciare del tutto alla pittura. His father was impressed by his son’s artistic abilities and decided Leonardo should study in Florence under the artist Andrea del Verrocchio. The Florentine Master played a significant role in shaping Leonardo’s early artistic development. He even allowed Leonardo to paint a pair of angels in one of his most famous works, “Baptism of Christ.” It is said when Verrocchio saw Leonardo’s angel, the master artist was so impressed by his apprentice’s skill and creativity he decided to give up painting altogether. Fu umiliato e, credendo di non poter mai eguagliare il talento del suo studente, dichiarò di non avere più nulla da insegnargli. Questo può essere apocrifo, ma i due artisti avevano una stretta relazione influente.He was humbled and, believing he could never match his student’s talent, declared he had nothing more to teach him. This may be apocryphal, but the two artists had a close influential relationship. Il talento di Leonardo si fa presto conoscere a Firenze e Milano, attirando l'attenzione di mecenati facoltosi e colleghi artisti. Con l'aumentare della sua reputazione, fu incaricato di dipingere molti ritratti, tra cui quello di Cecilia Gallerani, una nobildonna milanese e amante di Ludovico Sforza. L'ermellino che tiene in grembo è direttamente correlato al cognome della signora, che in greco è "galê." Un ermellino era spesso usato come emblema di Ludovico. Nei bestiari medievali, un ermellino rappresentava le virtù dell'equilibrio e della moderazione. Leonardo combinò abilmente questi elementi e catturò l'inclinazione della testa e l'inclinazione degli occhi dell'animale e della donna allo stesso modo. Come dimostra questo dipinto, la mente fertile di Leonardo costantemente cercato connessioni intelligenti… e puoi scommettere che ha passato il tempo a studiare il cranio dell'animale e la sua morbida pelliccia di seta prima di dipingere questo ritratto.Leonardo's talents quickly became known in Florence and Milan, attracting the attention of wealthy patrons and fellow artists. As his reputation grew, he was contracted to paint numerous portraits, including the one above of Cecilia Gallerani, a Milanese noblewoman and mistress of Ludovico Sforza. The ermine she holds in her lap is directly related to the lady’s surname, which in greek is “galê.” An ermine was also frequently used as Ludovico’s emblem. In medieval bestiaries, an ermine represented the virtues of balance and restraint. Leonardo cleverly combined these elements and captured the tilt of the head and the slant of the eyes of the animal and the woman similarly. As demonstrated by this painting, Leonardo’s fertile mind constantly sought out clever connections… and you can most certainly bet he spent time studying the skull of the animal and its soft silky fur before painting this portrait. Image Credit: Adobe Photo, Portrait of Cecilia Gallerani Non si può eseguire un dipinto magistrale del corpo umano senza averlo studiato. Così Leonardo studiò l'anatomia dei corpi morti di animali, giovani, vecchi e donne. Ha anche disegnato gli organi interni finché non è stato proibito continuare. Sebbene possano aver contribuito al progresso della medicina, i disegni di Leonardo sono stati dimenticati per circa 400 anni.  You can’t execute a masterful painting of the human body without having studied it. Thus Leonardo studied the anatomy of dead bodies of animals, young, old, and women. He also drew the internal organs until it was forbidden to continue. Although they may have contributed to medical progress, Leonardo’s drawings were forgotten for nearly 400 years.   Leonardo ha sempre avuto idee sorprendenti. Usava il suo ingegno per creare immagini fantastiche come unicorni, o creature misteriose come elefanti che suonava istrumenti musicale, mostri marini, Nettuno il re del mare, draghi e teste mostruose. Ha disegnato grandi e imponenti cavalli da guerra, ma anche i piccoli felini che ha fatto non erano per lo sconto e hanno avuto il potere di essere un capolavoro. Leonardo always had surprising ideas. He used his wits to create fantastic images like unicorns or mysterious creatures like elephants that played musical instruments, sea monsters, Neptune the sea king, dragons, and monstrous heads. He drew large and impressive war horses, but even the little felines he made were not for the discount and had the power to be a masterpiece.  Leonardo sognava di volare, e forse l'idea di avere la libertà totale lo colpì e alimentò la sua voglia di inventare gadget volanti in modo che potesse visitare terre lontane e vedere creature e persone misteriose. La leggenda narra che vagasse per le strade di Firenze con una lucertola sulle spalle. Una volta al mercato, quando Leonardo vide gli uccelli in gabbia, li comprò tutti e li liberò immediatamente e li guardò con soddisfazione mentre volavano via. Disse: "Se solo fossi uno di loro."Leonardo dreamed of flying, and maybe the idea of having total freedom struck him and fueled his desire to invent flying gadgets so that he could visit far-off lands and see mysterious creatures and people. Legend has it that he wandered the streets of Florence with a lizard on his shoulders. Once at the market, when Leonardo saw birds in cages, he bought all of them and immediately set them free and watched in satisfaction as they flew away. He said, "If only I were one of them." L'artista rivoluzionario sperimentò nuovi metodi di pittura ad olio chiamati "Sfumato." È una tecnica in cui l'artista fonde strati di pittura ad olio per creare un effetto nebbioso, onirico. Leonardo ha creato un senso realistico di profondità e volume combinando morbide pennellate "fumose" con colori chiari e scuri (chiaroscuro). Guardate da vicino lo sfondo della Gioconda, e vedrai questa tecnica. Leonardo usava anche questo modo di dipingere morbido e fumoso per sfumare leggermente gli angoli della bocca di La Giocanda in modo che il sorriso sembrasse contemporaneamente presente e assente. Questo crea un senso di mistero e intrigo ed è diventato uno degli aspetti più iconici della pittura di Leonardo.The revolutionary artist experimented with new oil painting methods called “Sfumato.” It is a technique in which the artist blends layers of oil paint to create a foggy, dreamlike effect. Leonardo created a realistic sense of depth and volume by combining soft "smoky" brush strokes with light and dark colors (chiaroscuro). Look closely at the background of the Mona Lisa, and you will see this technique. Leonardo also used this soft smokey way of painting to slightly blur the corners of La Giocanda's mouth so that the smile simultaneously seems present and absent. This creates a sense of mystery and intrigue and has become one of the most iconic aspects of Leonardo's painting. L'artista vedeva l'arte come un processo continuo di esplorazione e scoperta. Una volta disse: "L'arte non è mai finita, solo abbandonata." Poiché era ossessionato dalla perfezione, Leonardo spesso lasciava i suoi dipinti incompiuti. Il Cenacolo, infatti, è una delle sue opere incompiute più famose; Mentre lavorava a questo affresco, Leonardo era così assorto nel suo lavoro che a volte si dimentica di mangiare o dormire. Trascorre ore studiando i volti dei suoi soggetti, cercando di catturare nel dettaglio le loro emozioni ed espressioni.The artist saw art as an ongoing process of exploration and discovery. He once said, "Art is never finished, just abandoned." Because he was obsessed with perfection, Leonardo often left his paintings unfinished. Il Cenacolo, or “The Last Super” is one of his most famous unfinished works; while working on this fresco, Leonardo became so absorbed in the painting that he sometimes forgot to eat or sleep. He spent hours studying the faces of his subjects, trying to capture their emotions and expressions in detail. Ecco di più della saggezza di Leonardo Here is more of Leonardo’s wisdom Cerca le divine proporzioni che sono in tutte le naturali cose. Seek the divine proportions that are in all natural things. Un pittore è padrone di tutte le cose che poteva immaginare.  A painter is the master of all things he can imagine.  Non chi comincia, ma quel che persevera. Solo chi persevera ottiene risultati, nell'istruzione e nell’arte. Anche se Leonardo non ha terminato molte delle sue opere, l’essere di Leo non ha mai smesso di persevera. It is not who begins but who perseveres. Only those who strive will obtain results in education and art. And although Leonardo did not finish many of his works, the true essence of Leonardo was to continue experimenting and evolving.   La solitudine non manca vantaggi. Chi è solo, è tutto suo. Keeping your own company does not lack advantages. He who is alone has everything to himself. Non nascondere i tuoi lavori. Metti in mostra per condividere le tue idee. Don’t hide your work. Showcase what you have created and share your ideas with others. Sii innovativo e vai controcorrente. Invece di seguire gli altri, vai nella direzione opposta. Anche un pesce morto segue la corrente. Ci vuole un pesce vivo e attivo per nuotare controcorrente. Be innovative. Instead of following others, go in the opposite direction. Even a dead fish follows the current. It takes a live and active fish to swim against the tide. Ascolta pazientemente le critiche. Considera sempre se coloro che ti criticano hanno ragione o meno. In tal caso, correggi questi errori. In caso contrario, comportati come se non capissi cosa hanno detto. Listen to criticism patiently. Always consider whether or not those who find fault with you are right. If so, correct these faults. If not, act as if you did not understand what they said. Sii originale. Non imitare gli altri; ma solo la natura. Don’t hide your work. Showcase what you have created and share your ideas with others. Domanda sempre. Le domande sono più importanti delle risposte.  Question always. Questions are more important than answers.  Imparare non è un obblio. È una necessità. Si impara facendo cose, si impara risolvendo problemi. Learning is not an obligation. It is a necessity. You learn by doing things; you learn by solving problems.  Tieni il cervello attivo. Come il ferro arrugginisce dalla mancanza di uso, come l'acqua va male se stagnante o con il freddo diventa ghiaccio, così l’ingegno senza esercizio si guasta. Keep your brain active. As iron rusts from lack of use, as water goes bad if stagnant or with the cold becomes ice, ingenuity stalls out and becomes stale without exercise.  Cerca la semplicità. La semplicità è il massimo della sofisticazione. Keep things simple. Simplicity is the ultimate in sophistication. Correggi l’amico in segreto e lodalo davanti agli altri. Cerca gioia e amore nella vita. L'amore è il rifiuto dell'odio e ci dà la giovinezza eterna. Cerca gioia e amore nella vita. L'amore è il rifiuto dell'odio e ci dà la giovinezza eterna. Seek joy and love in life. Love is the rejection of hatred and gives us eternal youth. Ogni domani è importante per incontrare nuova gente e vivere nuove e importante storie. Every tomorrow is an important opportunity to meet new people and live new and important stories. E alla fine non dire mai che non hai abbastanza tempo. In una giornata hai esattamente lo stesso numero di ore che Leonardo ha avuto… e guarda tutte le cose che lui ha fatto!And finally, never say you don’t have enough time. In a day, you have exactly the same number of hours that Leonardo had… and look at all the things he accomplished! Parliamo della saggezza di imparare l'italiano con Melissa! Let's talk about the wisdom of learning italian with Melissa! Take a look at the Studentessa Language Immersion Programs and the Italian Homestay Language Immersion Vacations offered through the site. Read the full article

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LA FETE LILLOISE DU CIRQUE 2024: Il Programma

LA FETE LILLOISE DU CIRQUE 2024: Il Programma Debutterà il 26 ottobre e si concluderà il 1 dicembre la prossima edizione de La Fete Lilloise du Cirque di Lille, uno degli eventi circensi più noti, reputato e longevi: 70 anni di Circo a Lille, vale la pena festeggiarli.

Il Journal La Voix Du Nord ha preparato per 35 anni un programma di alta qualità e poi Thierry Fééry con la sua organizzazione ha portato avanti sino ad oggi la più longeva manifestazione di circo tradizionale, che ha fatto sognare migliaia di Lillesi. Segnaliamo la presenza nel cast del nostro connazionale Nicholas Errani col suo collaudato numero di trapezio washington, laureato tre anni fa all'International Circus Festival of Italy. Prenderanno parte allo spettacolo i seguenti artisti:

CHISTERRIN

TROUPE EFIMOV

SANDRO MONTEZ

DUO MINASOV

TROUPE ADDIS ABEBA

UNICYCLE FLOW OF JAPAN

TROUPE MESA BROTHERS

BICYCLE ACROBATIC BMX GROUP OF UKRAINE

NICHOLAS ERRANI

ANGELINA RICHTER

AMARRA HUNNU EMPIRE TROUP OF MONGOLIA

L'ORCHESTRA DIRETTA DA KRISTOF MAJEWSKI

LA FETE LILLOISE DU CIRQUE 2024: Il programma Visita le nostre sezioni ARCHIVIO  TOURNEE' Per rimanere sempre aggiornati sulle tappe dei circhi italiani Se questo articolo ti è piaciuto condividilo sui tuoi social utilizzando i bottoni che trovi qui sotto Read the full article

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Hurricane Season Survival Guide: How to Protect Your Sarasota Roof

Hurricane season is an annual challenge for homeowners in Sarasota, Florida. Each year, the threat of these powerful storms brings a mix of anxiety and preparation. While stocking up on supplies and securing windows are standard practices, one of the most crucial yet often overlooked areas needing attention is your roof. Ensuring your roof is ready to withstand the intense winds and heavy rains of a hurricane can mean the difference between minor damage and a complete catastrophe. This guide will provide you with essential tips and advice on how to protect your Sarasota roof during hurricane season.

Understanding the Importance of Roof Maintenance

Your roof is your home’s first line of defense against the elements. During a hurricane, it bears the brunt of the storm's fury. Regular roof maintenance and timely repairs are vital in keeping it strong and resilient. Neglecting your roof can lead to leaks, structural damage, and even total roof failure, which can be costly and dangerous.

Pre-Hurricane Roof Inspection

Before hurricane season hits, it's essential to conduct a thorough inspection of your roof. Look for signs of wear and tear, such as:

Missing or damaged shingles: These can be easily torn off by strong winds, leaving your roof vulnerable.

Cracks or holes: These can allow water to seep into your home, leading to water damage and mold growth.

Loose or rusted flashing: Flashing helps direct water away from critical areas. Ensuring it is secure and rust-free is crucial.

If you’re unsure about the condition of your roof, hiring a professional to conduct the inspection is a wise investment.

Reinforcing Your Roof

There are several steps you can take to reinforce your roof and increase its chances of surviving a hurricane:

1. Install Hurricane Straps and Clips

Hurricane straps and clips are designed to secure your roof to the walls of your home, providing additional support against high winds. These devices can significantly reduce the risk of your roof being lifted off during a storm.

2. Seal Your Roof Deck

A sealed roof deck prevents water from entering your home if the roof covering is damaged. This involves applying a special tape or membrane over the seams of the roof deck, creating a barrier against water infiltration.

3. Upgrade to Impact-Resistant Shingles

Impact-resistant shingles are designed to withstand the force of flying debris during a hurricane. They are made from more durable materials than standard shingles and can provide an extra layer of protection.

Regular Roof Maintenance

Routine maintenance is key to ensuring your roof remains in top condition throughout hurricane season. Some maintenance tasks include:

Cleaning gutters and downspouts: Ensure that water can flow freely off your roof and away from your home.

Trimming overhanging branches: This reduces the risk of branches falling on your roof during a storm.

Checking attic ventilation: Proper ventilation helps reduce the buildup of moisture and heat, which can weaken your roof structure over time.

Emergency Repairs and Preparations

Despite your best efforts, hurricanes can still cause damage. Be prepared to make emergency repairs by having the following supplies on hand:

Tarp and roofing nails: To cover and protect damaged areas.

Roof sealant: For quick fixes to minor leaks.

Ladder and safety gear: To safely access your roof if needed.

Post-Hurricane Roof Inspection

After a hurricane has passed, it’s crucial to inspect your roof for any damage. Even if it appears intact from the ground, there may be hidden issues that need addressing. Look for:

Loose or missing shingles: Replace them promptly to prevent leaks.

Debris buildup: Clear any debris to prevent further damage.

Water stains on ceilings: This can indicate leaks that need immediate attention.

When to Call a Professional

While some roof maintenance tasks can be handled by homeowners, others require professional expertise. If you notice significant damage or are unsure about the extent of necessary repairs, it's best to call in the experts. Strong Roofing Sarasota is a trusted name among roof companies Sarasota FL. Our team of experienced professionals can provide thorough inspections, repairs, and maintenance to ensure your roof is hurricane-ready.

Final Thoughts

Protecting your roof during hurricane season is a critical aspect of safeguarding your home and family. By conducting regular maintenance, making necessary upgrades, and being prepared for emergencies, you can enhance your roof’s resilience against the elements. Don’t wait until a storm is on the horizon; take action now to ensure your roof is ready to weather the storm.

Strong Roofing Sarasota is here to help. If you're looking for roof companies Sarasota FL, Strong Roofing is the best choice! Contact us today to schedule your roof inspection and estimate Take the first step in hurricane-proofing your home now!

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Margó “Sto”

Una canzone elettro-pop, caratterizzata da un beat incalzante e synth avvolgenti, è un invito al movimento fisico e mentale

«Una canzone che parla di cambiamento, di movimento, cercare di uscire dal guscio e risalire dal fondo. Per troppo tempo sono stata ferma, scrivere questa canzone è stato catartico.» Margó

“Sto”, il nuovo singolo di Margó, è il grido d’inquietudine di chi vuole riemergere dal fondo. Una canzone elettro-pop, caratterizzata da un beat incalzante e synth avvolgenti. Queste sonorità rafforzano le finalità del testo: un invito al movimento, fisico e mentale, per allontanarsi definitivamente da una situazione di stallo e superare i confini spesso posti da noi stessi.

Il brano è stato scritto da Margherita Silvestrini (Margó), Brian Riente, e Matteo Gabbianelli che si è occupato della produzione presso la Kutso Noise Home.

Margó è una cantautrice romana. Respira musica fin da bambina; i suoi brani, le cui sonorità rarefatte e sognanti richiamano il dream-pop di Aurora e l’electro di Billie Eilish, danno voce ai suoi pensieri, descrivendo luoghi, esperienze e stati d’animo. A maggio del 2021 esce il suo primo singolo “Se piove” con cui vince il Lunatika contest. Nel 2022 ha partecipato al Premio Bruno Lauzi di Anacapri, aggiudicandosi il premio alla miglior musica con un suo brano originale “Non sai”, ancora inedito. Il 22 Luglio dello stesso anno, la sua canzone “Le parole che mi hai detto” è entrata nella playlist editoriale Fresh Finds Italia ed è stata in rotazione su Radio Sonica. Nell’estate del 2022 è in finale al Meeting Music Contest di Rimini e nel 2023 è tra le finaliste del contest Onda Rosa Indipendente del MEI. Inoltre, come componente dei Flowing Chords, ha collaborato con noti artisti quali Achille Lauro, Diodato, Noemi e Margherita Vicario. L’uscita del singolo “Domenica” corona il successo di Margó alle ultime audizioni televisive di X-Factor dove ha raccolto il consenso unanime della giuria. Con i tre singoli rilasciati nel 2023 e le prossime uscite, Margó ci anticipa quello che farà parte del suo primo album, interamente prodotto da Matteo Gabbianelli presso la Kutso Noise Home. Etichetta: Kutso Noise Home

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