#so many aisha expressions one can make...

[il3x]

this picrew CAPTIVATED me and I *had* to do them. 99% sure someone else has done them in this picrew before but oh well. If anyone who has is reading this heyyy! 🤗 no stepping on toes intended and also you have amazing picrew taste

important thing to me is that aisha gets to have Both the stimmy hands And the middle finger. she does it more than alec I can guarantee you

moderately obsessed with all the potential aisha variants so here are some more :3

[pruneunfair]

My feelings on cry or better yet beg and the utter wasted potential for a psychological tragedy of the imbalance of relationships between noblemen and their mistresses

First off, if I was told I could only kill off one male lead, it'd be him

Lot of people rn especially on tik-tok probably would flame me for this with the "at least he loves Layla! He's so protective of her!"

"it's a dark romance! It won't be sunshine and rainbows you snowflake!"

"He just doesnt know how to express his emotions because he's so sheltered!"

No, just no, I don't care how "hot" he is, I don't care if he's your protective little bad boy. I don't care about his supposed character development, That's a straight up abuser who started off killing birds knowing it would damage to Layla to straight up assaulting her. (I don't know if that will stay in the webtoon, but it was in the novel) no character development can make me like a fucking rapist

Like how in the hell is Claudine considered worse than Mathhias, sure she isn't so peachy herself but goddammit to think of the fiance who if anything would be supported had she been the main protagonist, yes she's pretty demeaning, a bit shallow, and only views Matthias as the perfect Duke, but at least she's not going around mentally torturing a boy who can't do anything against her. I haven't gotten to her ending yet but from what I hear, it isn't a good one. She such a wasted opportunity since she is such a perfect example of a woman prepped and groomed to just be a Dukes wife would come out feeling that her worth only comes her husband.

Justice for Claudine, I just know there's a fanfic out there where you get with Riette, grow as your own person, and live a pleasant life.

You wanna know what really hurts me about this manhwa though? The fact that's it's so unintentionally accurate to how horrible it truly is to be a mistress in an era where women, especially women with no royal titles or status, were often treated by rich and powerful men. They would mostly have no right to say no to a man who decides he wants her, Layla romanticizing her abuse is not just heartbreaking but also unfortunately realistic as it's a coping mechanism for those who had endured nothing but abuse their whole life so they tend to shove their feelings in a box and pretend everything is okay (obviously this isn't the same for all victims of abuse, it's one of the many coping mechanisms people could develop)

In a lot of historical manhwa, there's usually the obligatory mistress character designed to be a dumb trashy bimbo to uplift the lead. Most of the time, the mistress in question is either a daughter of minor nobility that was chosen by a Emperor, crown prince, or Duke, or the mistress lived her life as a poor farm girl and in some situations lived a life where no one cared about her and was likely abused, the latter is often rare for these mistress characters since authors of those stories only want you sympathizing with the leads but in rare cases, the mistress did have a hard life but it ends up being undermined to further damage the mistress as torture/revenge porn or in Laylas case: used as an explanation to give a disturbing reason to why she ends up falling in love with Matthias which wouldn't be wrong if the story was written in a way that was a tragic one, not a romantic one.

you would think this kind of glamorouzation of abuse would only exist in the authors mindset and the degeneracy that is a junior high girls mind, but no, the ides that Layla is somehow the one in the wrong for her own abuse and reluctance of Matthias and there is even an Instagram post claiming she has BPD for being too "difficult" they sound like those 1950s doctors that find any reason to lobotomize a patient.

Laylas character does open the truths of what it's truly like to be practically owned by a nobleman, she's not like Rashta or Aisha from divorcing my tyrant husband where she's portrayed as a silly and cute strumpet with ulterior motives, she is genuinely upset but she can't do anything about it so all she can do is convince herself that Matthias loves her so she can keep her sanity, but where it goes wrong is that instead of portraying this as an unhealthy yet sole coping mechanism for an abusive relationship, the story just chalks it down to "silly Layla! You'll see that he's just misunderstood and you really do love him deep down!" Its frankly atrocious that the one time a story has a realistic pair of the typical women in this trope, the first wife who is classy and refined and the mistress who is young and free spirited ends ultimately destroyed yet again with a case black and white writting. One woman must be good and the other woman must be bad.

Frankly these characters are well written for the most part and until I realized I supposed to see Matthias as the love interest and not Kyle, I was fine with who Matthias was since he was presented more so as a villain, the art is also one of the prettiest cottagecore artstyles I've ever seen to the point where the 3D models look really good since it blends in perfectly, it's just sad that cry or better yet beg is a sick twisted tale equivalent to the average Colleen Hoover book.

[nerdieforpedro]

Parallel Paths

Chapter One of A Safe Place for Us

Dieter Bravo x Aisha Smith (black plus size AFAB)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Aisha and Dieter have a long friendship after meeting on the set of a mutual show. As the years continue, Dieter’s feelings morph into something else while Aisha focuses on her goal.

Warnings: Nerdie not knowing about showbiz or writers (ironic I know), racism, playing Dieter’s career a bit, sperm donation (it’s plot relevant)

Word Count: about 1.4k

Notes: Why I wrote this…it’s an idea that got stuck in my head after @angelofsmalldeath-codeine and I had one of our many story idea discussions where we threw out ideas and tossed things to and fro. I finally rolled with it, smut will be in chapter 3 and beyond. Why it takes me like several chapters to get to smut I dunno? My writing style changed and I don’t know why, I would like it to go back 😭 Here we are.

Main Masterlist/ Dieter Bravo Masterlist/ AO3 Link

Aisha had been a writer on a show called ‘Graceland’ back when, according to her, the USA network still made shows people wanted to watch. She had been hoping to be a writer on the show ‘Psych’ since she loves comedy but it didn’t quite work out. She was thankful she had an actual writing job so she could pay some bills. She’d been able to help write the first season before getting a job on another show: The Mentalist.

Technically, she’d met one of her best friends at a table read for ‘Graceland’ but it didn’t register who he was until there was an entire season making him more central to the plot on the second show. Aisha appreciated that he was serious about getting the character right, adding in changes to better express what the writer’s room was trying to convey. He didn’t do it so much for the slick escapist show on the USA show but she really saw him shine on the screen as Agent Marcus Pike in ‘The Mentalist.’ One thing that the writer’s room voted to write out for his character was all the eating. “No agent is gonna be eating like that,” they always said. Once Dieter Bravo ate the takeout in the scene while dolling out his lines, the director loved it so they quickly pivoted on that creative choice.

“I think making Marcus a foodie is a funny quark to give him. What else were you thinking, Ai?” Dieter walked over finishing up the box of lo mien while the crew were setting up some different shots of the next scene. She showed him a character outline she’d made and tweaked based on what the producers said they wanted. Marcus was to be the epitome of a hopeless romantic.

“I think my favorite is the base guitar. I can’t play an instrument for shit. It just seems a bit unfair to the guy to have him be this great of a guy and there’s still Patrick hanging around.” Aisha explained, going into detail about how if there was a real Marcus what woman in her right mind would choose Patrick and all his issues over Pike.

“Patrick yuks someone’s yum out there. Clearly not yours.” He tosses the box in the trash. “You’re gonna need to show me what other ideas you have later.” Dieter takes another look at her notes before giving her a soft smile and heading back over to set. Aisha waves and heads off to the writers room to start of future episodes, she finds herself looking forward to the ones her acquaintance is in now. It’s enjoyable to write for Dieter, he’s so expressive even without any lines. She hopes he gets more varied roles so she can see him in different situations. Bravo wonders how different the show would have been had they taken more of Aisha's ideas into account. He’s aware of how formulaic procedures tend to be. It’s in the name but given that they actually had a black woman on the writing staff he thought they’d listen a bit more.

Aisha remained the rest of The Mentalist’s run, writing for some commercials here and there. Dieter remained on for the rest of the sixth season and got his breakout role in Game of Thrones. She was happy for him but sad that she was going to have to write him out of the show. He’d become a fan favorite and she wouldn’t be able to use more of her ideas for Dieter’s character. She also wouldn’t be able to raid the craft services table with him or discuss what Dieter actually did during the different stunt sessions that he had with the team where he learned how to shoot a gun or talk about why he has so many sunglasses. Smith felt like she knew why, Bravo’s escapades hadn’t escaped her ears. He never mentioned them to her though and she didn’t believe that she ever saw him high on the job, it didn't mean there weren't articles about what he might be doing. They kept in touch during his filming of his Game of Thrones role and his next role in Narcos. Having dinner every so often as Bravo’s fame increased, the discussed their lives beyond the industry.

The first hurdle was when Aisha mentioned a fiance. Dieter didn't know she was dating. He wasn’t opposed to the idea, she not his, just like he’s not hers. But he found he still didn’t want to know. She didn’t entertain any thoughts that Dieter would see her as anything other than a friend. Dieter wondered what made him possessive over her like that but didn’t dwell on it. They’re friends. They both continued like this for the next five years.

In that time Dieter had been in rehab three separate times and Aisha finally wrote her romance book, turning it into a series and kept a steady income. It was at a dinner Bravo invited her to at one of the diners they’d always go to after shooting Mentalist episodes. “I’m going to have a baby Dieter.”

If the milkshake could have come out of his nose, it would have, but he calmed and swallowed. “Come again? Didn’t you drop your fiance because he stole some of your ideas and used them in a failed pilot? Who are you having this kid with?!” His raised voice draws the attention of some of the patrons. Aisha is surprised, outside of making jokes and acting, she hadn’t heard him raise his voice. “It isn’t some other writer again is it? Or that same one?” Cutting his eyes at her from behind his sunglasses that had fallen down his nose, Dieter’s hands were flat on the table.

“You don’t need to be so loud. There’s no fiance or writer involved.” Aisha fidgets with her caramel fingers, clearly anxious to tell him. Her other friends thought she was crazy, would Bravo think she was too? “I-I am going to use a sperm donor. The money is steady from my books and I have two more manuscripts written up so I should be good for a while. I-” She’s focused on her hands this entire time, but wanted to look him in the face for this part. Placing her palms over the back of his hands, she exhales. “Dieter, will you come with me to the sperm bank for support? I don’t want to go alone and we’re friends right?”

She didn’t just ask him that. No, no, no, no, no. But she did. Aisha is waiting for an answer. Just some guy…it could just be any guy. What if they really have those binders and shit like in movies? But she should have someone supporting her with the baby. Not some faceless dude. But she’ll do this with or without me. Just like that fiance, he looked shifty like I used to when I was looking for more drugs. Fuck me. “I’ll come with you. Just, are you sure this is how you want to do it? You didn’t want to adopt?” Then some asshole’s sperm won’t be in you, not unless it’s mine. Wait, I’ve never even wanted kids and…table it Dee. Ask your therapist about that. Actually, this entire dinner.

“Thanks Dieter.” Her soft smile is what gets him. Greeted him after every stint in rehab and even after the scandals he’d had with co-stars, some paparazzi and that one critic he may or may not have thrown his People’s choice award at for talking about his belly on national TV. Aisha never treated him other than the goofy man who took his FBI role way too seriously on a show that maybe five people watched back in the day before he was killed off in one and written out of another. When they both could barely afford to eat any of the craft services food and maybe used some foil to take it home and eat it for dinner and breakfast until each of them got their big breaks. That smile carried him through some blemishes on his career and personal life.

Dieter could do this for her, be there in this endeavor.

Maybe he could even make her consider another option. This he should talk about with his therapist but he won’t. He’ll keep it to himself. The same way he’d like to keep his Aisha.

Moots who would also take a plate from craft services 🥪: @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @rosecentaur1916 @westside-rot

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings @schnarfer @yorksgirl @guelyury @readingiskeepingmegoing

@survivingandenduring @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @gwendibleywrites

Chapter Two

[dragonfly0808]

Musa: The Thesis

Kay so… this one involves one of the biggest spoilers of s3 due to one of the biggest changes I made there revolves around Musa and I will be discussing it after the First Things First part. So please please please if you haven’t read up until Season 3 Chapter 24: The Space Between Where Our Ends Meet, DO NOT READ PAST THE FIRST THINGS FIRST PORTION OF THIS THESIS

I’M SERIOUS PLS DON’T

First Things First

The first words I have in Musa’s character sheet are small sassy goth.

One of the main things I focused on with Musa, especially in the first season is her struggle to be vulnerable. Musa has lived the past 5 or so years with a closed off dad and never got a real chance to truly mourn her mom due to her having to learn to pretty much take care of herself, because of this she becomes very defensive and doesn't trust many people, and it causes her to struggle with being vulnerable, making her feel weak to do so. Here we see her open up slowly to the girls and not really talk that much about her home life until s2.

This is also where the main problem in her relationship with Riven comes in, but we’ll talk about that later on.

Musa, along with Aisha was the loneliest Winx before going to Alfea, and this plays into how protective she can be over the girls, she knows what it’s like to have no one so she is more than ready to throw hands for her girls any day of the week.

Love’s a Loaded Gun, Nobody Wants to Fight

A theme we see with Musa is her not believing she’s really worth a lot of time. She worried about staying one place too long and becoming an inconvenience or sharing her hurt and becoming a weight.

We see that it really takes a lot for her to believe that she is not being selfish or ‘too much’ by expressing herself or deciding to stay in one place, namely Tecna’s home.

Musa has a lot of feelings regarding feeling like she’s being shut out.

She’s working on not shutting people out herself but when others do it to her, she could just have a breakdown since she is so sick and tired of her dad doing it to her and that’s just about the worst thing you could do to her.

She’s a tiny bit afraid of love. Not so much of love itself as just, the thought of losing someone she loves again.

Haunted

So… this is the part with the huge S3 spoiler so PLEASE TURN BACK NOW, THIS WAS ONE OF THE MOST IMPACTFUL MOMENTS OF S3 MY INBOX WAS FLOODED FOR A WEEK IF YOU HAVEN’T READ IT YET TURN BACK NOW

So, in s3 chapter 24 Musa gains her Enchantix… and kills Stormy in the process.

First off the second I decided to do s3 I knew I was gonna change how Musa got her Enchantix cause I think we can all agree she got the short end of the stick in the OG.

I also already had in mind killing off either Stormy or Darcy but Stormy just fit more.

I combined these two ideas by changing Musa’s Enchantix to be gained by taking down a building over herself and Stormy due to Stormy loosing control of a curse.

Now, this could’ve gone very differently so why did I chose Musa to be the one to kill Stormy?

Honestly? I felt like it would impact her the most.

Now, obvs any of the girls would’ve been hugely impacted by taking a life (see Tecna) but taking the life of one of the Trix who they’ve known and fought for so long is another level of personal.

And, just like Bloom, Musa can be a very angry person and she hated the Trix’s guts and maybe a tiny part of her would’ve been glad with them dead, but actually having a hand in it…

It creates very conflicting emotions and a mountain of trauma and feelings of inhumanity and just confusion for our girl which we will get to see a lot more of in s4.

Thoughts Behind her Main Relationships

Tecna

I love Tecna and Musa, they are very much a friendship between unconventional girls who don’t always come across as they mean to.

They both struggle to make friends for different reasons but the second they meet they realize that they are quite similar and so never push each other outside of their comfort zone at first and that’s what allows them to become close enough to then push one another.

Musa gets what makes Tecna tick and makes sure that she’s comfortable, she makes sure she gets her alone time and makes sure she doesn’t get overwhelmed.

Tecna gets that Musa doesn’t want to talk about herself so instead gets her to open up about her music.

And it’s through this that they start to trust one another and by s2 we see them knowing each other well enough to keep the other from spiraling.

When Tecna’s confused about her feelings for Timmy, it’s Musa who reminds her that it’s okay to not be ready for a relationship. And when Musa and Riven first kiss, it’s Tecna who suggests they take it slow since she knows how skittish they can both be.

At this point, they push one another when they need to.

They are crucial to each other’s growth.

Riven

I always loved the idea of Rivusa but hated the original execution.

I really like the idea of two kids who have been so hurt by the people that were meant to protect them figuring out how to love each other. How to be open and trusting and just how to work as a couple.

Riven and Musa fall very slowly over the course of a year and a half, they get to know each other, be friends, quite crucially: they’re able to be vulnerable with each other. Which is huge for both of them.

And, when they realize that these feelings are serious and more than just a crush, they are both terrified.

I’ll talk a bit more about Riven’s feelings on his thesis but for Musa, she’s scared of this failing, of flying till the bone crush like the queen would say. She’s scared of it going wrong and losing someone she loves so much.

The part I love about this is that this means that even after they get together we get to see them fuck up. Because just because they’re together doesn’t mean they’re just going to forget years of trauma and having their walls up.

And, in my version, once they’re together, it’s Musa who fucks up by keeping secrets and not being able to bring herself to be vulnerable.

I think my fave part about writing these two is writing about how they grow together both as individuals and as a couple, how they learn to communicate and be vulnerable and realize that they are both here to stay and that this relationship is soft and safe and everything that they have been denied for so long.

That’s what this couple is to me. Two kids learning to love and not be afraid of it.

Helia

Helia and Musa are the writers of the group, due to them both being artist and having had past or present issues with their fathers and being vulnerable, it made sense for them to be platonic soulmates.

They’re the kind of people to spill their guts out of paper and just take a pen and truly speak, word vomit comes out in prose and metaphors and long words that just make you feel serene.

That’s how they find it easier to communicate.

They bond over words and music and the crushing weight of a knot in your throat not letting you speak when it matters most. The falling feeling of everything coming out wrong when spoken but in a beautiful way when written.

Helia is the only person Musa co-writes with for her songs, because he gets her voice as a songwriter in a way that no one else does.

And Helia shared his favorite poems because he knows she’ll get them in the way few could.

They are the artists who write not just because they enjoy and love it, but because it’s a crucial part of who they are, of how they process things and how to keep going.

If you wanna get to know these two, the best way to do it is to look at what they write.

And that’s why they just click.

Who is Musa in this Rewrite?

Musa is a girl who’s hurt. Who has lost and has had to almost raise herself.

She’s done the best that she could but the best she could do to protect herself at the time, back home with her father was to build walls around herself.

She’s someone who is learning to be open and vulnerable and to believe the people she loves won’t leave.

She’s someone trying to leave behind a toxic environment and mindset.

Someone who is, in one word haunted. By her past, by both her parents be it in different ways, by words, by Stormy.

But she’s learning to live with it, to still grow and to not take steps back in her journey.

She’s an artist finding her meaning and voice.

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Masterlist

Musa Moodboard

Musa’s Instagram

Musa and Tecna Moodboard

Musa and Riven Moodboard

Musa and Helia Moodboard

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so this one took so long cause I couldn’t figure out how to word certain things and tbh I feel like this one is the worst one so far so pls validate me and tell me it was good I feel like crying but I think I managed to get everything across

[emoxxzombie]

Winx Club Character Essays: Musa

Quick disclaimer: this is basically me just rambling (so be warned.) While I will present already known canon information, I will also be sharing my own hcs. So pretty much how I see Musa based on canon. Please keep that in mind as you read through, as I'm sure many of your guys' views on Musa are different from mine. Another thing that I'd like to add is that this "essay" specifically discusses Musa in the earlier seasons of Winx, since the writers did change her personality up a lot in the later seasons. Anyways, with that out of the way, let's get into the actual "essay"

So, let's start off with what we already know about Musa, shall we?

Musa is the fairy of music, and was born on the planet Melody. Her birthday is May 30th, and she is 16 years old during the first season of Winx. She is the daughter of Matlin and Ho-Boe, and her on-and off boyfriend being Riven. She is an aspiring singer and musician. Among her friends, Musa scores the best grades in her schoolwork. She's a bit of a loner and is one of the most tomboyish among the other Winx. Musa is very emotionally vulnerable, and offsets this by appearing strong and resilient, often times putting up a strong front.

Now, let's look a bit more into her personality. At times Musa can be quite a snide, as seen with Stella and even Flora in the earlier seasons. She is also short tempered and moody. We see her get quite defensive over herself (as well as her friends.) She's not afraid to get in people's faces if it comes down to it. Musa is a good listener too though. For instance, in s2 when Aisha/Layla had just transferred to Alphea, and felt like she didn't fit in, Musa was right there for her and comforted her when she needed it most.

I want to go over Musa's appearance now. She has a light skin complexion (close to pale), dark blue hair, and dark blue eyes. Clothing wise, in s1 her main civilian outfit consists of a single strapped red tank top, a purple bicep bracelet (that usually appears on her right bicep but you'll sometimes see it on the left), sagged baggy blue jeans that expose her pink underwear slightly, and red sneakers with white soles. I personally, think that Musa likes to dress for herself and doesn't give a shit about what others think of the way she dresses. She dresses for herself, not for the approval of others. Her clothing is another way she expresses herself freely, besides music. Non canonically, I think that Musa also likes to wear a lot of alternative leaning clothes. She mixes components of mall goth, punk, and skater into a sort of streetwear look. She's not that into makeup, and when she does decide to wear some it'll usually just be basic black eyeliner.

For interests, we obviously know that she loves to sing and play instruments, her favorite being a concert flute. She also likes to dance and party. But, let's look into some of my personal interest hcs for her. She likes to skateboard and can do numerous tricks. She may not be as good as Layla might be, but she's definitely good. She loves to watch horror and romance movies. Psychological horror is her favorite but she'll watch almost anything horror. She isn't much into reading and prefers to avoid it (unless it's for studying purposes.) But, she does enjoy graphic novels and comics. She likes to go on late night walks, which help her clear her head and think clearly. When she's not able to go out at night for a walk (for whatever reason), she'll usually stay up until 3 AM playing videogames with Tecna. I have more interest/hobby hcs but I'll stop there.

Now let's talk relationships. We already know who Musa's father and mother are. Her mother, Matlin, died when Musa was a very young child. I've already talked about her relationship with Riven before and have shared a brief bit of my thoughts and views on that so I'm not going to delve into that here (but I'd love to make a separate blog post about it sometime!) When she first met Bloom, she didn't really like her, but not too long after, she started to be able to tolerate her, and then they became friends. In s2, she grew very close to Layla, and they quickly befriended each other. They're best friends (and I will forever be mad about the writers deciding to randomly cut off their friendship in the later seasons.. but I'm going to completely ignore that rn.) Musa is also close to Tecna, but not as much as she is to Layla. She doesn't have many friends outside of the Winx, but that doesn't bother her, she's very happy with the friend group she has.

I could write so much more about Musa, but I think that this post is already long enough as is. To anyone and everyone who actually read all way the way up to this point I literally love you sm omg 😭. Winx is something that I'm really passionate about and it's been one of my biggest hyperfixtations for as long as I can remember.

I plan to write more character essays on some of the other characters from Winx, not sure when, but I'll get to it eventually :).

[rewritingcanon]

ok here are some of the one part melbourne hpcc play highlights (part one only because i need to make two seperate posts… they’re too long together) in an attempted chronological order:

part one

first off, why so many dilfs? like not to be like this person about a family friendly play but seriously harry? draco? RON? RON RON RON OH MY GOD 🧎‍♀️ michael whalley please one chance

ron’s voice was very… mhmm. it was good.

harry got more attractive as he got more depressed too..

and also draco’s buttons and cuffs were sparkling and he had many silver rings on his fingers. ill leave it at that

anyways if we were to talk about actual content: the first train carriage scene was so gold omg. right before it started - karl sat down in scorpius’s carriage, seemed to realise who he was sitting with and then immediately this look of horror crossed over his face and he BOLTED away 😭😭 he ended up sitting with james sirius and craig loll

yann and polly were in a carriage together the cuties

also polly was in bicycle shorts the whole time. it was like a cloak and then just black bicycle shorts fr. idk if the actress just didnt have her pants or sum because i found out later that she was a cover (which is CRAZY because she played myrtle and polly so extremely well, she literally sounded exactly like myrtle im not kidding, aisha aidara has so much talent fr)

rose hostile side eye at scorpius when him and albus are talking for the first time i swearrrr shes so funny she was literally like this the entire time

rose looked so pleased with herself when she said “the rumour is that hes voldemort’s son! ☺️☺️” then she realises that both scorp and al are extremely uncomfortable and goes “😧😧😧well its not like its true! 😰 you clearly have a nose 😝” shes so funny bro

when albus was sorted into slytherin craig seemed to be the only one (besides scorpius) excited about it but then composed himself when he saw everyone else’s reactions

in wand dance (which is still the funkiest song of the whole score)— albus’s movement with his cloak wasnt as graceful as everyone else’s transitions in the dance, like he was messing up even that. he was more flinging it then twirling it around and his expression was one of a constant state of annoyance, like he’s aware he’s always messing up but he can’t change it because he doesn’t know how to. its why im grateful for sitting so close to the stage because i don’t think i would’ve recognised this (and other later acting i’ll talk about)

in between the first and second year with draco and harry mirroring each other was not gone unnoticed but was funny asf still.

like here’s harry trying to talk to his kid when karl runs up with his whole belly out wanting an autograph

and then you have draco who yann walks by once and he’s immediately glaring this boy down. like yann literally started ZOOMING AWAY 🏃‍♂️💨 bc draco’s intimidation tactics are so intense

scorpius sniffs rose twice whilst trying to flirt with her. w rizz.

the scene with amos, harry and albus was just ungh *chef’s kiss*

you can literally see the plan forming in albus’s head as he listens to them and his anger at his dad as he’s listening to them, harry’s discomfort at lying to amos whilst also being put to blame for cedric’s death yet again and amos’ bumbling confused pain. like idk george henare plays amos so well it was literally painful to watch

delphi’s eye makeup was so slay. tbh everything about her character was amazing

idk why i just noticed it but delphi literally acts like scorpius when her and albus first meet. awkward, unassuming, clumsy and nonthreatening and seemingly very sweet and funny. hmm.

if you take into account that she was in the background during the 9 3/4 scenes and have the opinion that she was planning on meeting albus for years, and observing him and his family the entire time, then she probably also purposefully tried to mimic the only person albus was known for getting along with, which was scorpius. HMMMM.

when delphi first meets harry she was smiling at him and looking at him with these wide eyes that can be mistaken for awe but as soon as she and amos were out of his line of sight and were leaving the stage she stopped smiling immediately but continued to look at him. the focus lights were off her and the scene was already changing but I NOTICED and it was fucking ominous

i could see how some of the effects worked when sitting up close. for instance i know that the incendio flames and the consequent fire were from tubes that were set into the pillars of st jeromes church. i could see some of the strings when things were flying around. bane’s two-body centaur was more noticeable and less smooth. when ron got kissed by the dementor i thought he was kissing back because he was discreetly holding the dementor by the waist 😭😭 then i realised he was hooking himself onto the dementor to be carried off

BUT there were some tricks that even i literally couldn’t explain and the one that comes to mind is when harry and ginny appeared in the bed during the post-nightmare bedroom scene. like how tf did that happen?? how????? i literally cannot think of anything besides the the actor and actress hiding in the mattress and then emerging BECAUSE LITERALLY HOW ELSE

ginny and harry slandering dumbledore in the bedroom scene 🫶🫶

draco looking at the audience like he’s ryan in the office every time harry says something. especially during the scene in the ministry meeting where harry says his scar is hurting. bro was so done with him.

when albus and scorpius were escaping the hogwarts express scorpius attempted to climb out onto the train’s roof first and he was sticking his leg out and pulling back in, and then sticking his leg out and pulling back in and then he turns to albus like 😧🫴 “i have never done this before bro” look on his face so albus pushes him away and just yanks himself out 💀

“my son is missing” “SO IS MINE” so good, the line delivery was perf

you know i’ve heard lots of people go on and on about how nyx calder plays the perfect scorpius and i totally get the hype now. even the way he stands is accurate to how i envision scorpius. and he’s always fidgeting with his hands, giving this impression of a cute little dorky german boy. his posture is always super straight and his hands are usually clasped which makes him look proper but awkward and very sweet, i love him, very superb acting through body language

speaking of which when amos was roasting the shit out of albus, scorpius looked so terrified. he was gripping albus’s robes and trying to pull him away 😭

“go to your room” being the first thing out of scorpius’s mouth to albus as soon as he’s polyjuiced as harry 💀

ron/albus tried to hide with scorp and delphi when hermione and harry were coming and they pushed him out of the office forcibly 😭😭

albus/ron was the number one instigator that whole scene was fucking funny and it was the first time i could watch it without cringing

when ron blocked the door from hermione he squatted and started t-posing in front of the door and went “im 🕺not🕺blocking🕺anything.” this whole scene was probably the funniest part of the play especially the “I WANT ANOTHER BABY OR A HOLIDAY AND I WILL INSIST ON IT”

also the line where hermione is like “there better not be another stink pellet in there” to ron/albus is replaced by “there better not be another romantic firework display in there” i love them sm

when ron/albus said to hermione that she married ron because of his “puckish sense of fun,” he was saying it a little flatly with this big awkward smile on his face and he was double thumbs-upping her. it looked so fourteen year old core lmfaooo

scorpius started hyperventilating on the ground when delphi and albus got swallowed by the book case and literally started crawling on all fours like *pat pat pat* cmon scorpius *pat* think!! *pat pat*

scorpius standing in between both albus and delphi talking… farther off in the forbidden forest as they were laughing. he looked so defensive like his hands were clenched and his whole body was tense, and when delphi said “wizzo” it seemed to snap scorpius out of whatever he was thinking and he went up to them and said (very sharply, mind you) “what’s wizzo?” like that’s HIS catchphrase. bro was jealoussssss heheeehehe

and when albus quizzed delphi instead of scorpius like usual, scorpius looked like he had been slapped

then when delphi said “im flattered but do you honestly think i can pass as a student” to albus scorpius started shaking his head aggressively and not so inconspicuously doing the cut-it-out hand gesture to albus 😭😭

when delphi kissed albus, scorpius flinched… and then slowly put his own cheek out and delphi literally was like “mmm no” 😭

scorpius said “you look sweaty and red” to albus after the kiss, it didnt sound light-hearted like the other times it did when i saw the play, but accusatory. hmm. interesting.

scorpius also said “sweaty and red” instead of “pale and red” like the script and i might be biased and reading too much into it, but i was thinking about why they might change something so minuscule. maybe because “sweaty” gives a grosser connotation then “pale,” and i genuinely think in this revised version of the play albus isn’t supposed to have a crush on delphi

when scorpius and albus are alone together looking at the school, and talking about how beautiful it is and how they each view their lives at present, scorpius was looking out at the view the whole time but halfway through the scene albus stops looking at the view and starts looking at scorpius instead!!! um!!! with this very soft look on his face as well, until they’re interrupted by hearing their parents come. guys. im not kidding. its so gay usually but up close the play is even worse my jaw was dropping.

albus’s “ZORRY HERZMIONE I ZINK HE HAZ GOZZEN YOU MIZZED WIZZ ZUMUN ELZZZE” in bad german accents and scorpius’s very manly, very loud “YEZZZZ 👹💪” 

when albus and scorpius got caught by harry and co. albus went “hi dad 😙” and his voice was so high, bro was scared 😭😭

i have to think about whether i miss gryffindor albus or not. maybe. i think i kinda do bc it shows how albus being a loser isn’t dependent on his house (and neither is his connection to scorpius). but yeah that whole plotline was scrapped and albus just remained in slytherin in this timeline.

when harry told albus to stay away from scorpius, harry tried to leave it at that and leave but albus started to chase harry out of the hospital because bro was that desperate. his feet were literally bare (im pretty sure this is in the script too but seeing it live is so… god.)

the seperate scene where ron and hermione meet each other in private at the top of the staircase is merged with the scene where albus meets the new not-funny ron. and they both meet on top of the staircase with the light spotlighting them, and its very clear that they are in love with each other

hermione is about to walk off when ron calls her back and she immediately turns around and goes right back to him, her face is so happy 😭

and its so sad because this whole scene mirrors scorpius and albus so exactly in the staircase ballet. like if not in love, why mirroring ron and hermione throughout the play? (even in dark world, which i’ll get into later…)

anyways, staircase ballet: scorpius and albus stare at each other total of three times. and when i mean stare, i mean the light reflects off of them and they are frozen in prolonged silence (longing). once when the staircases meet, another when albus is on the ground and scorpius is at the top of the staircase, unreachable from him. last time is when the staircases stop at a cross section, and they’re standing, looking at each other. and from my angle i could see albus’s face the best, and i feel like it could be interpreted by either seeming apologetic or desperate, either way there was this very pleading look on his face.

they both froze when the saw each other and still look on the verge of moving to one another and then the staircases move off as soon as scorpius starts walking towards him.

albus looks so disappointed because HE WANTED SCORP TO MAKE THE FIRST MOVE because he’s too scared to do it himself. he ends up just sitting on the staircase and dropping his bag beside him in defeat, and looking away. scorpius still stands and watches albus go off. yah its as queer as i remember it. glad this wasnt cut.

draco was fixing and adjusting the furniture whilst duelling harry. idk if the furniture just wasnt on the mark on stage but it was fucking adorable. he kept fixing the chairs up and then patting it nervously ☹️ idc if it wasn’t intentional it seemed in character to me for him to just be a total busybody even in the midst of a duel

ginny’s micro-expressions at draco when he talks about how lonely he felt at school were amazing. harry looked a little uncomfortable when he was speaking but ginny looked really sympathetic to him, and draco notices this and thats why he speaks on “i know you must feel the same ginny” and shes like “i do” which immediately changes harry’s discomfort to shock, then i feel like he starts taking draco seriously

seen the play three times and during the fight scene with scorpius and albus, scorpius has acted differently each time. first time, scorpius was literally sobbing when talking to him, second time he was literally screaming at him in anger, third time he was just disappointed asf in him. i think this time was the best for his characterisation but god it hurt each time

mcgonagall’s “if i didn’t see you, then i didn’t see you” and she does this big over-exaggerated shrug and starts creeping away like a cartoon character to insinuate to albus and scorpius that shes leaving. i love her 😭

also when albus and scorpius were talking about their next plan i realised their bags are so different: albus has this raggedy big ass brown messenger bag and scorpius has this shiny, small, flashy, zesty little pouch. there are two types of gays.

myrtle was literally hitting on scorpius lmfao scorpius was just like 😨 the entire time

and of course myrtle’s “hello draco 😏 heloooooo harryyy 😻” nah because i get her

craig is such a fucking busy body he was trying to manage harry, ginny, draco AND mcgonagall and only stopped when draco pushed him away and death glared him 😭

erm why was umbridge hot asf. idfk the dark world looks really good on her guys

here’s part two

[sarandipitywrites]

writemas (day 2)

sooo i got really sick and fell behind on this. so i'll just work through the prompts and write for as many as i can! this is for day two's prompts from @agirlandherquill. have some Baz and Lienzo brainrot.

Smiling hurt. It was the only reason he still knew what his face was doing—the only reason he knew his muscles were still pulled into the correct expression. That, and the persistent pull of pain between his shoulder blades; the high whine of the strings, each note a discordant scrape across his eardrums; the light slanting in through the uncovered windows of the gathering hall, growing brighter and harsher by the moment despite the day's waning hour.

“—the state of the country, after the Crown's long absence… abysmal…”

…That, and the noble still standing in front of him, carrying on as though Baz could understand more than every other sentence through the dizzying pressure in his ears. “Ah… yes. Yes, you're quite right.” Wrong—he was wrong. He'd spoken too… loudly? Or was it too quietly? Or perhaps it was his tone or his inflection or that he'd meant to say one thing, but had said something else entirely. There was no way of knowing, now, but something had been off. There was always something, lately.

Or maybe there wasn't. The noble continued on regardless, their voice little more than another noise in the cacophony in which Baz floated, somewhere above his own body. From there he saw it, behind the noble: a prism, catching the late afternoon sun and reflecting it across the hall in dazzling rainbows. A block of clear, solid ice, carved into the prowling form of a jaguar.

Ice sculptures had dazzled him, once—he would wonder at the effort required to coax so much water into a solid, the care that went into shearing it into such fantastic shapes. The ordeal of moving a behemoth such as that jaguar from the frigid caverns below the House, below sea level, to the midspring warmth of the gathering hall would have been enough to make his younger self speechless.

Now, having seen more than enough ice to last a lifetime, he only watched the sculpture offgas misty breaths and wondered at how it managed not to crack under the pressure.

An exaggerated huff brought him back to the noble—or, rather, to the affronted swish of their garment as they stalked away in a scarlet rage.

As ever, his silence proved to be his undoing.

“Baz!” Aisha's voice preceded zir, auburn braids swirling behind like eddies of summer heat as ze wove through the crowd.

Tension bled from his shoulders like foul humors. “Please tell me you've come to stage a rescue.”

“In a manner of speaking.” Ze stopped beside him, as unruffled by the people and noise and heat as though it were all little more than a cool breeze. “I have a message for you—urgent, I'm told.”

Sparing a moment to envy Aisha zir loose, draped robe—unburdened both by the slow suffocation of layered formalwear and the expectation of attendance to the Crown's soiree—Baz took the tablet from zir hands. “Thank you,” he hoped he'd said. Then the handwriting pressed into the clay snatched the breath from his lungs.

'B— Your room. Urgent. —L'

Baz didn't recall leaving the gathering hall, nor the journey up to the House's private levels. He remembered nothing until he threw aside the curtain to his room, his head and lungs filled with fire and a name on his tongue.

Cool, quiet dusk greeted him, stealing his terror away.

The myriad windows had been shuttered with reed curtains, reducing the harsh sun to stippled starlight even as the ocean's breeze was allowed to filter through. Muted by layers of baked clay, the gathering below was nothing more than a murmuring memory. Incense—sandalwood and myrrh—wrapped him in warmth, smoothing jagged edges even as the sole oil lantern in the room, burning low on his desk, drew him inward.

Only then did he notice that his desk was not where it was meant to be. None of the furniture was. The desk and sideboard were pushed to either side of his bed, with chairs (which, typically, were not in this room at all) stacked atop them. Blankets draped across the chair towers, forming a canopy that stretched across the bed. All this, and yet no sign of the one who'd summoned him.

“You're quick, when you want to be.” The door curtain dropped back into place; Lienzo brushed past him, his arms laden with baskets. “Lucky that I'm still quicker.”

“Lucky,” Baz echoed, mesmerized a moment y the swishing sway of Lienzo's locs. His hair had grown long since they'd first met, now reaching to the small of his back. Then Baz remembered: “Did something happen?”

“Other than the Crown pushing you too hard, again?” Lienzo scowled as he set the baskets on the sideboard, tucking them beneath the chairs. One crooked eyetooth poked out from between his lips. “I don't care how things used to be around here; she can't keep treating you this way. You're not her show dog.”

“No—I mean, yes, but—with you, I meant?”

“With—?” He stopped, his hand dipped halfway into the first basket, eyes suddenly wide as moons. “Oh. No, I'm not—ah, rot it, Baz, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you.”

“Then, what's all…?” He waved at the ponderous construction surrounding the bed.

“It's… a blanket fort?“

“You're acting as though I should know what that is.”

“Only because I sometimes forget that you were deprived as a child.” He laughed then, the sound as bright and warm as the summer sea. “Alright, then.” Lienzo laced their fingers together, warm and steadying, and led Baz forward. “Come and see.”

The already-plush bed had been swathed in an extra layer of blankets. The fabric, soft and forgiving, wrapped Baz in soothing comfort. His frayed nerves gave a sigh halfway like pain before settling on relief. Lienzo, knelt beside him, reached up and gave one of the canopy blankets a tug. It came loose easily, swinging around the bed in a veil until it was blocking all but a single shaft of the filtered light from entering the 'fort.' In this light, Lienzo arranged his prize from one of the baskets: an array of books. Twilight's End, Memory and Other Ghosts, and a few he'd been intending to read, but hadn't yet gotten around to it. Only when Lienzo emptied the contents of the second basket onto the sideboard—mugs, a jug of wine, and a bottle that hissed steam and smelled of coffee when Lienzo prised it open—did everything come together. “This is all… for me?”

Lienzo stops fiddling with the coffee just long enough to offer Baz a raised eyebrow and a crooked smile. “No. I've overtaken your room and gathered your favorite things for the pleasure of the Suthean dignitaries. They'll be here any minute; you'd best hide in the closet.”

“But you said…” He'd said it was urgent. He hadn't said that he'd needed anything. He'd just known that Baz had needed it.

“If I'd come out there and told you to stop steaming your brain like a snail and take a break, would you have listened?”

Because they both already knew Lienzo to be right (he usually was), Baz didn't reply as such; he only pressed closer to him, relishing the heat radiating between them in the safe haven Lienzo had created. For him. “Thank you.”

Because Lienzo could not admit when he'd done something kind (he rarely could), he only shrugged. He didn't acknowledge the heat dusting his cheeks. “Do you want to choose the book, or should I?”

[medusanova]

Hello, I am on a mission here, as you know. I'd like to know about Rivulets of Destruction and Moment of Truth, pleaseeeee

Hehe well I couldn't live with myself if I were the one standing in the way of your mission — your wishes are my command (;

About Rivulets of Destruction:

What is this?! A non-Rivusa fic?! *gasp* So this one is Greysha, actually, and it started as a really dark and terrible thought that I had to write down and turn into a full-blown one-shot. I'm only about halfway into it at the moment and, if I had an actual heart, I think I would've cried while writing it - that is the level of angst I'm diving into here. I feel like the title is a pretty good indicator of that, though. It was hard finding a small blurb that wouldn't give too much away but I think this one will do nicely:

She brushed a strand of onyx hair from his temple. "You'll need to be careful tomorrow." "I'm always careful." Aisha huffed. "Alright, then you need to be more careful. I think they're planning to take down as many Blood Witches as possible." She caught his eyes. "Especially anyone with enough skill and power to become the next leader." "Eliminate every head of the hydra." "Precisely. And that might include you." She played with his fingers nervously. "We've all got clearance to transform if needed. And the Specialists are fighting to kill." "I understand. I don't intend to fight, Aisha. I'm keeping to the outskirts until your signal." Grey's expression hardened. "You need to be careful as well. He's a lunatic and he knows he's losing. A desperate man is a dangerous man." "I'm always careful," she echoed his words. "I mean it, Aisha -- no risks, no chances." She studied him, watched as he shaped his concern into the anger he presented to the world. Like just the potential of what might happen consumed him with wrath. It petrified her, seeing that expression. Wondering how he might react if she died.

About Moment of Truth:

Well, that didn't last too long - back to Rivusa! This one will be about a darker theme (just torture, no biggie..), but as I've finished about a third of it, it has, quite ironically, taken on a lighter, snarkier tone than I originally intended. And I think I'm really liking it! My original train of thought: Musa's mind fairy abilities would probably make her a fantastic torturer/interrogator, no?

"Do you know why Sky stopped meeting you?" "I do." He clenches his jaw to prevent himself from saying more but she tugs at his mind anyway, urging his tongue to form words even as he holds them back. It's possible for him to omit information to avoid outright lying to her, but she doesn't make it easy. "Huh. And does—” Musa punctuates her question by leaning forward and poking her soft finger, the finger that used to stroke his cheek with fondness, hard into the bruise under Riven's cheekbone. “—that hurt?" "Uh, yes, Muse. It really does." He flinches, then squirms as she applies another jot of pressure, leaning close enough for him to douse his lungs with her floral scent, close enough for him to lean forward and kiss her again, before backing away. "Fuck this. Musa, you know I'm not Rosalind's man." "Then why did you give Sky a dupe instead of the Blood Witch book?" She crosses her arms. Struggling for patience at her questions and composure at her presence, he bit out, "I told you it was only a matter of time before Dane found me out. He must've switched them before I left to meet Sky." "Hm. Wrong answer, I'm afraid." Despite her apologetic words, there's a savage glee in the violet glow of her eyes. "I'm on your bloody side, you mad fairy! Go ask—Aaaahhghh! Fuck!" Within some chamber of his consciousness, Riven knows that it only feels like there are shards of glass being embedded into his bound forearms, but the piercing depth and sharp accuracy of the agony is... extremely convincing. He swears he can even hear the glass hit his bone. He's been a witness to more methods of cruel and unusual punishment than the average soldier, being Rosalind's puppet all those years. With an unhinged enthusiasm mental "exercises" and a perverse desire to "prepare" Riven for his role by Andreas' side, his mind is fully equipped to fortify itself against a sensory cortex hallucinatory attack. He'd also been on both sides of torture, so he understood the mechanics and intent. But this— her interrogation was unfettered by the limits of things like blood or anatomical endurance. And it's more creative and gruesome than Riven had imagined him, or Rosalind for that matter, could ever be.

[broken-clover]

Ok so people actually expressed interest so I guess I'll take a good excuse to show off my Neopets customs! I'm definitely not on the level of some really serious users who stake out the really rare items but it's still fun to make my weird cats stylish and give them their own little lore.

Thanks to the anniversary event gifting some free NC, I bought another pet slot and currently have 7!

Dhanue (Donahue/Donnie) is my active main, and even though I know ghost isn't a super rare color I'm absolutely never painting him. Somewhere along the line I just really liked the idea of a steampunk ghost gentleman. He's a gentleman thief with a flair for the dramatic who pretends to be suave but is really a massive troll underneath it.

The only design change I'd like to do with him is finding a better background bc the magma puddle clips into this one. I found one I sorta liked but it's expensive so that's a future goal

0grese was a lucky pound find a few years back! I really love how the robot pets look so weird and angular and gritty without the sleek casing on, it lends well to a slightly spookier aesthetic, I just had to make a her a mad scientist! Though she isn't a bad person, just very timid and odd-looking. She's actually a doctor that studies biohazards and diseases since she doesn't have to worry about getting sick or spreading it to other pets. She also has an unsubtle crush on my Draik but is too shy to say anything

Batatiinha_ (Batat) is another not-really-rare color that I'm not in a hurry to paint. I think it adds to her vibe! I wish I could find a library background that was a bit more ominous, though. And if I can find anymore good gold accessories I might use those, too. I wanted to go for a Midas-esque vibe, with an obsession for riches leading to her obsessively studying dark magic and becoming more ensnared in it until it started altering her body

She and Dhanue go way back, with him often trying to rope her into heists. She finds him insufferable, but it's one of the few reasons she leaves her empty estate anymore and prevents her from becoming a complete shut-in

I love Kaceae way too much, something about baby Aishas actives a rabid part of my brain. I'm not quite sure what I'm doing with her background yet, that's still a to-do, but I'm very happy with her little outfit.

She's, well...she's a baby! She doesn't do much aside from chew on her plushies and nap. When she grows up, she'll become a famous scientist, but for now, she's just baby.

Professor_Giri is the pet I moved to my account with the new pet slot I bought. I traded a Krawk for her current paintbrush and I really love the dark blue, even if Stealthy tends to be more about the ninja accessories. So far I'm happy with her custom! Might change later, but for now I like the vibe.

Giri is an adventure archaeologist who studies tombs, and she absolutely does not know when to shut her mouth. She means well, though. She also knows full well 0grese has a crush on her, but is waiting for the doc to work up the nerve to say something.

Weaclen was obtained from a very lucky fountain faerie quest I got during the festival a few years back. Getting an alien aisha was always one of my dreamies! I love their weirdness. In contrast to the space-age tech and design, I wanted to make his customization a little grungy, with garbage and Slorgs. I'm trying to trade for a few more Slorg accessories, either the raincoat or the little faerie companion released during the last festival, that's another WIP

Speaking of Slorgs, Weaclen can't get enough of the things! He collects as many Slorgs and Slorg memorabilia he can get his paws on, and my account's gallery is devoted to his menagerie. He's actually from the future, but an incident with a wormhole sent him back a few hundred years. He's a descendent of the famed doctor and roboticist Kaceae, and upon finding her as a baby, he takes it upon himself to care for her and raise her until she fulfills her grand destiny in a few decades. He considers it a massive honor.

And finally Zekotah (Zeko) is a pretty simple custom that I'm nonetheless really happy with. Faerie just lends itself nicely to pastel and flowers. If I find any garden-related pieces I like better I might change them, but I like this general vibe a lot

Compared to the others, Zeko lives a pretty quiet, uninteresting life as a gardener, but she's fine with that. She's mostly nonverbal and hates commotion and being crowded, so she's perfectly happy to spend most of her time in the flowerbeds in quiet solitude. Making friends is difficult, so if you're nice to her and don't make a lot of ruckus, she would probably die for you

[hamdaanoffical]

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[prnanayarquah]

MTN flies over 150 Ghanaian fans,stakeholders for AFCON

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MTN flies over 150 Ghanaian fans,stakeholders for AFCON

Over 150 Ghanaian fans, stakeholders and football enthusiasts on Saturday morning departed Accra to Ivory Coast to support the Black Stars in the 2023 African Cup of Nations(AFCON). This was courtesy of an all-expenses paid trip by telecommunications giants, MTN as part of their support to the senior national team to make the nation proud at the continental showpiece.

It was all joy as the lucky fans and staff of MTN, boarded an Emirates flight straight to Abidjan for the 10-day trip to support the national team. It was also the largest number of supporters MTN was sending to any tournament. The gesture essentially served as a dream come true for many fans who would for the first time have the opportunity to be at the AFCON and cheer the gallant Black Stars on in all their three group matches.

Some of the beneficiaries at the airport

The package included Return Flight tickets via Emirates, accommodation for 10 nights with breakfast included each day, one additional meal per day, ground transportation within Abidjan, two days of tourism activities, match tickets for Ghana Group stage matches and a token of airtime for roaming Per diem. In an interaction with some of the customers, they expressed excitement about the trip and looking forward to new experiences.

Denzel Adjei, from Kumasi, said, “I am excited to be joining the supporters to cheer the Black Stars to victory. This is my first time going to the AFCON and looking forward to a wonderful experience.” On his part, Eben Odame from Accra who was lucky to be part of the MTN-sponsored trip for the second time after the World Cup in Qatar in 2022, said, he was delighted to be going for the African Cup.

“This is my first time going to AFCON and I would like to try the popular Ivorian food, like Acheke,” he stated. He added that he would be catching up with old school mates which would be additional fun. “I hope the Black Stars go past the group stages and make us proud. They have the quality to win the Afcon. Enough of the disappointment, they should bring back the love,” he stressed. For Kojo Shaddy, a student in Accra, the reactions at the stadium would make his trip after watching the same on television for a long time.

“I have never been to a stadium before. So this is a grand opportunity provided by MTN for me to travel. It’s amazing,” he stated. Abigail Amankwah who would also be at the tournament for the first time expressed gratitude to MTN for the opportunity, adding that she would relax and have a lot of fun hoping Ghana would bring the trophy home. Also, Aisha Osman who would be at the tournament for the second time said, she could not wait to get to Ivory Coast to cheer the Black Stars on to victory.

“I hope they qualify to the next stage so we can continue to support them. Thanks to MTN,” she added. The Black Stars would be hoping to lift the AFCON trophy for the first time in 42 years after several failed attempts. With the support from MTN and other stakeholders, many fans would be expecting the team led by Andre Dede Ayew to bring the trophy home.

Source: MTN Ghana

[nerdieforpedro]

Conversations after Coming

Chapter Four of A Safe Place for Us Series

Dieter Bravo x Aisha Smith (plus size back AFAB)

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Summary: Some talks should happen before sex, but Dieter and Aisha tend to do things backwards.

Warnings: A bit of agnst, many dirty thoughts, dirty talk (I am not in control of myself when I write Dieter. This man says the filthiest things via me I guess 👀), the SMUT (unprotected p in v, fingers, scooping, mixing, again Dieter expresses how he feels), an actual conversation with communication, fluffy

Word Count: less than 1.8k

Notes: We're working through the couple's first few rounds. 🤭 Expect a time skip or two in the future but still lots of Aisha and Dieter being smutty idiots. Just FYI. Comments and questions are welcome. 🤗

Main Masterlist/ Dieter Bravo Masterlist/ AO3 Link

Talking never happened. Dieter had to go back to set, his manager showed up to Aisha’s apartment after the driver ratted him out. He wanted to be there when she woke up but couldn’t, he can’t afford to fuck up on another set. When she does wake up, the bed is cold. It hurts both her body and her heart. “It’s alright. I’ll be alright. I just can’t take him at face value. I’ll have my baby and then…” What? What does she expect? It’s Dieter, trying to force him to be someone he’s not is cruel. She can’t do that to him and doesn’t want him to roll down a dark spiral of self-loathing because he’s absent. Being an actor is demanding. Seeing his text saying he’s sorry that he had to go and promising to speak this afternoon when he doesn’t need to be on set makes her smile as she tears up. “I won’t cry. Not over this. I told him it’s what I wanted so I just need to stick to it. I’m going to be co-parenting after all.”

Still sore, Aisha rises and showers, looking at the marks Dieter made on her body. She finds that she longs to have him back inside her already and feels guilty that she does, she shouldn’t have asked him. Just went on her own, but she wanted him there. Her Dieter. “He’s not mine. I…” She takes a short walk outside and comes back in to eat some cereal and have coffee. “We’ll set a schedule. If there’s a routine I can separate my feelings I think.” Looking at the next six months, she plans out different predicted days that she should be ovulating and that are best to try again. This time was a fluke. Shouldn’t happen again.

Dieter thinks about how Aisha looked below him, writhing from his touch and cock. He thinks about it for a make-out scene with the actress opposite him and only needed the one take. He’s thankful that he can go back to see her. All she texted back was okay. He did try and call her in between shoots but she didn’t answer. He speeds to her apartment and finds her folding one of her blankets, putting it on the back of the sofa. She’s not wearing a bra and just has on a thin spaghetti strap dress that hits her mid-thigh. It’s a deep violet which he find beautiful on her. Grabbing her from behind, Bravo nuzzles into her neck and grinds his erection against her backside. “Hey pretty mama. I missed you. I wanted to hear your voice. I thought about you all day.” 

Aisha tried not to press her ass against his hard length but he was throbbing. Now that she knows what he can do, how he feels, is this going to be how she reacts every time? Her legs are already spreading, Dieter doesn’t have to tell her to bend over the couch either, maybe this will let him get deeper and she’ll be knocked up already so she can stop. They won’t need to when she’s pregnant. “I did too, Dieter. I-I didn’t…” He captures her lips in a kiss as his hands run up her thighs, he smirks against her lips, discovering what she was going to say, “I didn’t put on anything after I showered. Been the whole day without a pair on. Fuck Dee…” The growl he releases pushing her down, forcing her hips back. At some point, he dropped his pants to his knees and his leaky head was teasing her folds.

“You been wet like this all day for me Aisha? Damn baby.” Slipping back inside of her felt like he was at home. She whispered his name while he took hold of her hips. He didn’t begin, just warming himself within her. He could do this after a long shoot or press run. Hell, just in the morning when he woke up. “Fucking perfect pussy Aisha.” Drawing back, he slammed into her soft flesh, feeling her try to keep his shaft still within her walls. He wouldn’t allow it, Dieter wanted to release inside of her, then stir it inside of her with his fingers. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine. Say it.” His thrusts slowed as her whines grew louder, she wanted him to continue.

“Ah…Dieter please…” She reached back and he grabbed both her wrists, only giving her small thrusts to make her core flutter. “I-I’m yours. My pussy is yours. Fill me again, just move damn.” Twitching, Dieter called her name again as he nearly pulled all the way out of her while his movements became irregular, this time would be quicker than last night but that was fine. By his estimate, there would be plenty of other times to take it slow, take his time. When he felt he was almost there, Dieter released her wrists and pulled her up to his chest to take Aisha’s lips again. Her tongue was sticking out so he sucked on it before painting the inside of her again. Her core seemingly milked him as he remained inside of her for a full minute. “Ugh…Dieter…it’s, you have to-“ A kiss to her shoulder led him to pull out slowly then reach down and insert two fingers, pushing his spend back inside. “W-Wait. I just came, it’s too much.” 

He knew he was overwhelming her. Watching her squirm, but hearing the squelching sounds around his fingers was such a sweet noise to him. “I know Ai. Bear with me a little bit. You and your pussy are playing me a song. It might also help it take right?” He didn’t know that for sure, he hasn’t looked any of it up. Curling his fingers has her go limp with another orgasm and flop over the side of the couch. Dieter helps to lay her down and then sits on the floor next to her, after pulling his pants back up. He’s licking his two fingers on their mixed cum. “We taste good together Ai. I’ll give you some next time.” She watches him, happy to see the joy on his face, but worried that she’ll be caught up in the moment. She needs to tell him. “I’m sorry I left this morning. I can’t afford to piss off this director and crew. Especially now.”

Blinking, Aisha is curious, “What do you mean by, ‘especially now?’” She attempts to turn on her side to better face him but remains on her back. Her legs are still halfway asleep.

Bravo turns to get on his knees and lays her belly, rubbing it in circles, “To support you and our baby. I wasn’t just saying shit last night Aisha. I meant it.” His chocolate orbs are drilling holes into her own. She closes them, unable to meet his gaze. “I know I don’t take most things seriously, you know I don’t joke around with you like that. At least I hope you know.” He lays his head on her chest, sticking his lips out to pout.

Aisha runs her fingers through his hair, “I felt like I was taking advantage of you Dee. Your feelings for me. I know how hard you’ve worked to be sober and stay that way. I didn’t want to be the reason you back slide and also I…” she pauses. “I felt guilty that I enjoyed having sex with my friend that much. You know I’ll want you to be here with me even after the baby comes. Silly celebrations and costumes. I want all of that. It’s such weird-“

“It’s not weird. It’s normal. And it’s what you want. And I’ll be there for as much of it as I can. I’ll work around them. I can afford to fly you out to wherever I am. Let me show you it’s going to be fine. Please?” Large palms cup her face and tears fall again. He kisses the salty streams away. “What do you say Scribbles? Can I get in on your script?”

Snorting, Aisha nods and kisses Dieter’s plush lips, “That was so corny. You’ll have to do better than that. You have an Oscar for goodness’ sake.”

“I have off days sometimes and did I not just come home and put in a lot of work?” A mischievous grin forms on his face, complete with him sticking his tongue out as Aisha throws her head back in laughter. 

“Oh my god Dieter.” He sits back on his heels and helps her to sit up, joining her on the couch with his arms pulling her across his lap where he keeps her for a bit. “You did put quite a bit of work here, how was filming today?” 

“Good. We got more done than we thought and hopefully that means we’ll be done sooner. I want to eat breakfast with you, maybe cook some eggs.”

“Eggs are the only thing I’ve seen you cook Dee.”

“That was years ago. I’ll have you know, I’ve added toast and grits to my arsenal now.” His angled nose nuzzles between her neck and shoulder, Aisha sighs again.

“I’d love to try your new and improved breakfast Dee.” She places her hands over his that are flat against her stomach and grabs them. “I want to do so many things with you, Dieter. We’ll start with breakfast and right now another shower.” He pouts as he’d like to stay on the couch longer, but understands why they need to. No one’s going to be in the mood with a UTI later. 

After they’ve showered and cleaned, they fix a late lunch of ham BLTs, pringles and some lemonade. Plopping down on the couch, the movie ‘Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Amongst Thieves' plays as Dieter nods off. He had gotten up much earlier than she had. Aisha still worried about how everything might turn out, but settled on that she should try since he was so willing to. She put a blanket over the two of them and snuggled next to him on the couch, watching his brows furrow every once in a while. She dozed off watching Bravo sleep, the movie watching the both of them. 

“I could have days and nights like this. We can have it together, just happy.” Happy tears from Aisha this time, it felt like she’s cried a lot today. Dieter woke up and saw her sleeping next to him, he pulled her closer, kissing her forehead.

“I’ll do my best not to make you cry anymore. I really want to.” Dieter Bravo is the happiest he’s been in a long time.

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[salwaerlita]

Appreciate the brightness of the poetry of Muslim children on Christmas by Denny JA to 51

Christmas is a special moment for Christians around the world. However, in the diversity of Indonesia, this moment can also be a place for artistic appreciation and creativity for all people. This year, Denny JA celebrates her 51st birthday by presenting the brightness of poetry from an extraordinary Muslim boy. In the event held in Jakarta, Denny JA, a famous poet and educational figure in Indonesia, chose to provide space for talented young talents in the world of literature. One of the biggest surprises is when a 12 -year -old Muslim woman named Aisha Malik comes with extraordinary poetry. In her poetry, Aisha described her view of Christmas in a unique way. Although he does not have a Christian background, he is able to capture the essence of warmth and excitement felt by the people around him. His words are so beautiful and full of meaning, that they can make the audience amazed and inspired. Aisha's poem not only described the Christmas moment itself, but also described universal values such as affection, brotherhood, and peace. With a simple word but touching, he was able to convey the message very strongly. His poetry does reflect the soul and thought of a talented boy who has extraordinary emotional depth. In the event, Denny JA gave awards to Aisha for the brightness of her poetry who inspired many people. Seeing Aisha's extraordinary talent, Denny JA also hopes that young talents like Aisha continue to get the opportunity to develop in the world of literature. The event was also an important moment for all parties present to respect and respect the diversity of culture and religion in Indonesia. In a multicultural country like Indonesia, moments like this are very important to strengthen brotherhood between religious believers. The importance of appreciation for the arts and creativity of children is also in the spotlight in this event. In a busy world and technology that continues to develop, often the creative activities of children are ignored. However, through moments like this, it is hoped that children will get the urge to express their ideas and imagination through art. On this occasion, Aisha Malik became an inspiration for many children throughout Indonesia. His extraordinary talent and intelligence in conveying messages through poetry reminds us that age does not prevent someone from achieving and inspire others. Along with the award given to Aisha, Denny JA also announced his intention to establish a center for the development of art and literature for talented children throughout Indonesia. With this center, children from various backgrounds will have the same opportunity to realize their creative potential. The event shows how important it is to give appreciation and appreciation to children who have talent in the arts and literature. Through the support and recognition given, they will be increasingly motivated to continue to develop their potential. Appreciating the brightness of the poetry of Muslim children on Christmas day by Denny JA 51 is a good step in building brotherhood and unity in Indonesia.

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[hugintheraven]

All images sourced from Bulbapedia. The easy ones first:

Taylor: Vespiquen. A queen bee that swarms people with other, smaller bees hidden in its dress. Themed around hexagons. And known to be extremely vicious with anyone that threatens its hive. That's Taylor.

Lisa: Chatot. Small, brightly-colored, and intelligent. This bird's signature move is Chatter, where it mimics sounds it's heard and the opponent gets so confused they start hurting themselves, which is the ultimate Tattletale move.

Aisha: Zorua. A tricky fox that uses illusions to get where it wants to be? With a hair streak? UltraNecrozma can join Heartbreaker in the "You got punked by a child" layer of hell.

Lily: Kartana. A tiny origami samurai who can cut through anything with it's light, fast blades. Breaks the rules of reality. Unclear morality.

And now things get harder.

Alec: Starts with an Espurr, evolves to Meowstic-Female. A tiny psychic with very dangerous power and a lot of stuff locked up inside making it look expressionless, turns into a still-tiny and more dangerous psychic. And, umm, let's just read some dex entries for Meowstic-F:

"Females are a bit more selfish and aggressive than males. If they don't get what they want, they will torment you with their psychic abilities.

Female Meowstic are more aggressive than males. Their expression remains blank even while they're wielding immense psychic power.

When they sense danger, they exert their psychic power at its maximum output. They have no regard for their opponents."

Yep. There's a lot of psychics that could fit him, but that seemed appropriate. As are the aesthetics. Anyway, picture Taylor showing up to the base the first time and seeing Alec and Espurr(left).

Rachel: The problem here wasn't not enough options for her Ace, it's too many. Angelica's a Granbull, Sunny's a Boltund, Brutus is a Houndoom. Bastard...I like him as a Suicune pup, it keeps the rarity intact without being TOO OP. There's just a lot of dog pokemon. Anyway, I agree with the other person, Lycanroc-Midnight is Rachel on a fundamental level. Aggressive, unwilling to listen to stupid orders, takes injuries to win. Dusk is a close second, I almost went with that. But TBH you could make an argument for any dog mon and get people nodding.

Sabah: I went back and forth between Bewear(a giant stuffed bear, but too aggressive) and Furfrou. Which is basically a french poodle that requires constant maintenance. They're protective and tough, but not aggressive, and they match her aesthetic focus IMO.

Brian: UGH. So Brian is a dark-type trainer, OBVIOUSLY. He has dark powers, it's the designated villain type, it fits. The problem is, dark mons do NOT fit him. They're dirty fighters(he sucker-punched a 12 year old), but he's also disciplined, and Scrafty, Bisharp, Pangoro, or Incineroar are all not. So he can't have a dark-type ace. And the obvious next choice for our boxer is fighting-types, but they're all too honorable for him, or too acrobatic, etc.

So, Charcadet. A young mon that seeks out tough opponents, and wins by getting hotter and tougher. Evolves into Ceruledge if it's exposed to enough horror, a ghost that fights brutally, getting close, using surprise, and exploiting weakness, while armed with the horrors it has made a part of itself.

Also, the entire Dallon-Pelham Torment Nexus uses Fairy-types.

Anyway, thanks for the distraction, was fun. Maybe someday I'll come back and add a rant about Taylor's overall teambuilding strategy that I decided wasn't relevant here.

as someone who has devoted probably too much attention to what pokemon can be associated with each undersider, frillish is powerfully regent core

was promising only from the name and then i looked it up. 10/10 decisionmaking this thing is alec

hey what pokemon are the other undersiders you should make a post

[willowlillysunnyday]

what years of unmasking looks like

I, like many others during COVID-19, realised that something wasn’t quite right. I’d been struggling for years, trying to figure out what was going on with me mentally, having formal diagnoses of social anxiety and depression. But living by myself for three whole months, barely seeing anyone for such a long amount of time, really put things into perspective for me. If you, dear reader, by some miracle, haven’t experienced solitude as I and many others have, then allow me to take you on a journey of how I figured out that I have autism.

           I was always the weird kid in school; I sat by myself, daydreamed in class, and had a too-specific interest in astronomy. Mrs Russell always gave me detention for zoning out in class, Thai would always tell me to go away once I got too annoying to hang out with her, and Aisha and Lauren would follow me around and call me a ‘lezbyund’. It’s like they all knew something I didn’t, and looking back on it now, they probably did. ‘Don’t do that,’ was a lesson I recalled too many times.

           I suppressed as much of my behaviour as I could, learning what was and wasn’t acceptable to others with each passing year. I told no one of my obsessions with Minecraft and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, swallowed back any out-of-place thoughts threatening to bubble out, and kept myself at a distance from others lest the mask slip. And it did slip, on many occasions actually, and each time I’d feel the sting of awkward silences and the disturbed ‘Okayyyy’s. I even feel ashamed to remember keeping the mask up around my best friend, thinking that she, too, would reject me if she saw what I was really like.

           (Rachel, you were silly, she’s just as cooky as you, and you literally live together now.)

           Looking back on it now, school kids are assholes. Things change once you enter a more diverse, adult world; sexuality, gender expression, nationality, and disability. These, however, were all turbo-charged by the time COVID-19 hit its peak. Early 2021, I’m not only realising that I don’t feel like a girl, but all the learned behaviours I’d built up over the years were all starting to crumble. I’d have a set routine, I talked to myself often, and vocal and physical stims started to come out. While completely alone for three months, I also felt the freest. No one was around to tell me I was weird for chirping on the way to get snacks from the fridge, no one could look at me funny for rubbing at my nose when I got excited, and no one could judge me for how I chose to dress and do my makeup. I accumulated hyper focuses on Pokémon, Stardew Valley, Miraculous Ladybug, and then reawakened my obsession with Voltron from 2017. The mask was finally gone and I could be who I wanted to be; both in how I understood my gender but also where I was at mentally.

           Fast forward two years, and I’ve been identifying as a genderqueer autistic since those three lonely months. As expected, the mask went up again once I moved to a new town, but there’s not a lot of pressure to keep it up as long. I learned quickly that my best friend, her boyfriend, and our old flatmate were all so similar, nothing was ever truly weird or annoying, and I never get a warning tingle of ‘don’t do that’ but I’ll admit some stims have yet to make an appearance. My current workplace is so accepting and supportive, even if I literally have a meltdown on shift but I’m glad that I feel safe enough there to do so. The old me would have bottled it up and let it get worse until I exploded.

           (The first time I had a meltdown on shift, that was exactly what happened.)

           I allow myself to feel upset when my routines are broken, I allow myself distance when I feel overwhelmed, and I allow those I’m close with to know what they can do to help. I would like to get a formal diagnosis; maybe someday when it’s more physically and financially accessible to do so. For now, I know my mind, I know how it works, I do my best to keep it in check where need be, and I know where I can let it run free. Since my rebirth two years ago, I’m different from the child who hid away behind a crude imitation of ‘normal’ to evade rejection. Sure, I still feel that sting, but who really gives a shit y’know?

[charmixpower]

A littol headcanon post for the birthday boy

Riven is kinda an agressively private person, especially in s1, so he straight up refused to tell anyone when his birthday was

It was also because he wouldn't be able to stand the disappointment of his birthday being ignored, like it usually was. He'd deny it if you asked, but having his birthday be ignored at home immensely bothered him despite his claims that he quickly got over it

He had birthday parties as a small child with his mom, then his mom stopped, then his mom left, and any acknowledgement of his birthday competely stopped

He eventually tells Musa when they're dating, who immediately blabs to everyone one else so they could do something for his birthday

Riven did tell her to not make a thing out of it but she was too busy being excited, whoops

They decide on a surprise party! And by that I mean like with every occasion, Stella immediately took over the planning and details and no one could stop her. Everyone else, but mostly Musa, Aisha, and Brandon spent time reeling her in bc they all know that Riven will not appreciate Stella's brand of overboard

They just decorate the boys dorm while Musa distracts Riven

There is a growing population in the group that just wants to let Stella go off in her own direction just so they can see Riven's face when steps in, Tecna shuts them and Stella down

Tecna gets called a killjoy by Stella and decides to make it her title

Meanwhile Riven is positively delighted to have Musa's full attention, full control of their destinations, and to be practically doted on for what's looking like a full day. She even got him a little gift. It is shaping up to be a great birthday

And then they head back to the dorm

Musa is a terrible liar, giving everything away with her expressions, and it's obvious that something is going on but he has no clue what

He opens the door and surprise!!! Everyone is here!!!

He turns like seven different shades of red while he tries to stammer out a response, huge blush, it goes all the way to his ears

Any and all thoughts of fleeing are derailed by Musa grabbing his arm and pulling him inside, where he gets many hugs and well wishes and gifts immediately shoved into his hands because some people (Stella) are impatient

Local guy is a little overwhelmed with positive emotions and takes a minute to really process what's going on

Riven is sincere for exactly one second before immediately pivoting to harassing Sky in some sort of lame ass party game that no one could talk Stella out of because if he has to say too many emotions out loud he'll unfortunately die

Helia is very much regretting letting Stella talk Tecna into keeping the shitty party games as he watches Aisha, Riven, Tecna, and Sky compete over complete and utter bullshit

The room is decorated the the tackiest birthday shit ever. It looks like a party store threw up, and it is absolutely beyond over capacity but by this point these people have all put their lives on the line for eachother so no one minds being packed like sardines

Brandon tries to put a party cone on Riven and watches in amazement as it immediately starts waging war with his hair

Anyways these idiots are very rowdy, have long since opened the alcohol they aren't supposed to have, and are generally having a great time. Riven snaps a few pictures over the course of the party, and (lightly) smacks anyone who makes a joke about him being sentimental