#Angie Lake (character)

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

‘Just take a look at those teeth. Are those time teeth? They seem to be everywhere at once!’

— Angie Lake, to the 11th Inspector upon really seeing his mouth for the first time

#Inspector Spacetime #Space 'X' (trope) #Space 'X' #quotable Inspector Spacetime #just take a look at #those teeth #are those time teeth #time teeth #not space teeth #they seem to be everywhere #everywhere at once #not that Travis Richey has bad teeth #Angie Lake (character) #the Inspector (character) #11th Inspector #getting a good look #at his mouth

[rallamajoop]

Portraits of Miranda's family: Image assets and renders

Have some assets and object renders of all those fancy portraits of Miranda, Donna and Lady D and her daughters! There are also many more portraits of Miranda herself to be found all over the village, of course, but I've posted those before. Not sure exactly why the Dimitrescu portrait is so much lower-res than the others (the actual picture is plenty big in-game), but this is the only version of it I could find in the game files.

The painting of the three daughters is (as you've probably heard before) based on a real painting by George Theodore Berthon called "The Three Robinson Sisters" ‒ and when I say "based on" what I mean of course is "it's the same picture, they've just tweaked the poses and added the Dimitrescu crest and a few extra details." But then, you can do that when a picture is over a hundred years out of copyright.

Whether the portraits of Dimitrescu and Donna were similarly based on specific historical art I do not know, though their faces look far more game-accurate, at least. Meanwhile, the portrait of Miranda so perfectly apes a thousand different madonna-with-baby images that I wouldn't be at all surprised if that slightly-creepy-baby comes direct from some original art piece, but who knows?

On a related note, has anyone else ever noticed the weird gender/class divide in Miranda's family? All five female family members appear in these flattering portraits (all seven if you count Angie and Eva), and Donna lives in a stately home and Dimitrescu in a castle, both attended by staff and servants. Heisenberg and Moreau, meanwhile, live in an old, run-down factory and a lake. The men do get their photos displayed in the church with everyone else's, of course, but that's hardly comparable to an actual painting.

There's arguably something of a technology divide too: though everything in the village seems old, Heisenberg's factory and the reservoir control mechanisms at least mark those areas as post-industrial revolution, and both feature major puzzles to get power generators running. But very little in Donna or Dimitrescu's domains would seem out of place in pre-Victorian times.

I don't think there's much meaning to be read into the gender divide (except inasmuch as you know Heisenberg plays up his filthy, lower-class persona just to get under Dimitrescu's skin) and I doubt it was even intentional. There's not much to suggest Miranda actively favours her 'daughters' over her 'sons', given Heisenberg's favoured treatment at Ethan's trial, and you definitely don't see the same kind of split in the Baker family of RE7, which gave us the gloriously revolting Marguerite. But as soon as you start digging into these characters, it's hard not to notice it all the same.

#Resident Evil Village #Alcina Dimitrescu #Donna Beneviento #Mother Miranda #Bela Dimitrescu #Cassandra Dimitrescu #Daniela Dimitrescu #Angie #Eva

[isas-bathbombs]

Is this RL character a swiftie?

Angie

oh absolutely. she’s annoying about it too

she has gotten into arguments over it

her twitter is just her bullying jake gyllenhaal and kanye west

she’s that one swiftie who tricked people into believing starbucks would give them a free drink if they streamed lover

her fav songs are definitely new romantics, 22 and shake it off

i think her fav era is lover

biggest ME! defender. she was devastated when “hey kids, spelling is fun!” was removed

Dani

probably not, but she hears it a lot because of angie and cass

its unavoidable for her so she probably knows more songs than the average person

doesn’t have strong opinions on her, but vibes with some of her music

would defend her despite not knowing shit

her hopeless romantic ass would love enchanted

Bela

no but she’d LOVE evermore and folklore’s lyricism if she gave it a chance

she would love the lakes and cowboy like me

hears a lot from cass and is lowkey annoyed by it

but she would 100% go with cass and dani to a concert if they asked her to come

she’d even make friendship bracelets for it. its so funny to imagine her having a meltdown bc it’s actually super tedious and the string keeps breaking and the beads go missing or shooting to her eye

ur telling me swift didnt write mad woman and the archer about bela? :/

Cass

YES. THE BIGGEST SWIFTIE

her fav album is 1989. she cried when TV came out

she was first introduced to taylor swift from the hannah montana movie and the song crazier changed her life

she forced elena to queue for eras tour tickets with her

she even cancelled rehearsals to get those damn tickets

make a joke about taylor's jet and she'll get mad

“im sorry did mother nature write style? yeah i dont think so.”

she listens to how you get the girl like its real instructions

probably has also gotten into online arguments about her too

when red TV came out, she asked you to temporarily break up with her for 10 mins so she can experience all too well properly /j

is a james hater without realizing she’s kinda him

the type of person who would pause a conversation and go “wait i got a taylor swift lyric that fits this”

Donna

no but would hear a lot from angie

similar to bela, she’d love evermore and folklore if she gave it a chance

she would’ve loved hoax and happiness

Alcina

has beef with taylor for absolutely no reason

one time cass would be playing the piano and she’d be like “oh wow that’s beautiful. what piece is this?” and then lost it when cass said it was a taylor swift song

she’d love false god if she listened to it tho. you’d probably be able to get her to like taylor if she listened to the right songs

Miranda

a hater /j

#shoutout to v for the cass jet joke #i actually have no idea with miranda sorry #i just dont think she’d be a fan #i can make a whole post of just swiftie tweets that are something angie would post #resident lover #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #angie beneviento #donna beneviento #mother miranda #taylor swift

[momolady]

War on the Mists :Author April #2

(This was another novel I was working on. The characters are ones I have used before and would love to use again. Heloise is one of my favorite OC I've ever created, and she's stayed with me forever. I was also super-duper into Revolutionary Girl Utena at the time. Anyways, this was my take on the Arthurian legends. There is a lot more to this if you all want to see the rest.)

Chapter One:

Just beyond the gates of Cleatom Academy is a wide polished stone with a slit in it’s center. It sits in the center of a wide, shallow pond. Water pours continuously from the slit, filling the pond and creating a simplistic work of art for all those you come to the school to see. The students referred to it as Stone Lake.

I had seen Stone Lake first through a brochure that I had come across when I had finally convinced my father to take me off home schooling. It took some hard work and heavy screaming to convince him to let me attend Cleatom. But I already knew all about Cleatom Academy. It is an academy was for the children of powerful people, people like my father. It was a place to turn the children of said people into equally powerful people, the kind of person I was afraid of becoming. Despite my dislike of the place and it’s populace I am looking forward to the transfer. There was a reason I had been needling my father for years about Cleatom. Not only is it a boarding school, which meant I would be able to breathe, I’d be out from my father’s oppressive, suffocating house. But there was something much more. Something I had been fighting for since I was a child. I would be able to see my brother Ty. The most beloved person in my life and someone who has been kept too far out of reach from me for too long.

The moment I was dropped off at Cleatom, I couldn’t help but smile as my father’s limousine pulled away from the boarding house. I laughed out loud even as I stood in the center of my room. I wasn’t even mad when they told me I’d have a roommate within a few days. Please, I begged the air, let it be someone normal! I didn’t have much time to celebrate though, as I wanted to get some sleep for school. But when my mind keep whirring and clicking, thinking about Ty and how I’d get to see him everyday. I just couldn’t turn off completely. I got up extremely early the next morning, the light outside gray and fog as far as the eye could see. I got into my school uniform, a white blouse with a form fitting black vest over the top of it and then a gray plaid skirt. There was also a silvery gray tie and the school’s emblem emblazoned as a pin at my throat. I got to wear whatever shoes and accessories I wanted the head master had explained to me like it mattered. For me, clothes were just the armor I put on for my father and the people he surrounds himself with. Since that was no longer necessary for my defense, I had my attendant back home help me order a pair of high top sneakers in my favorite color, red. I also bought for myself an assortment of odd and colorful knee socks. I was only ever allowed to wear tights or hose before.

Then put on my sneakers for the first time. I never knew comfort like this. I then slipped on the beaded bracelet Angie, my attendant, made for me and went out the door.

The hall was quiet and I heard no activity from the other rooms. But as I began descending the stairs I came across several girls who I assumed to be the attendants of the girls in the dorm. They seemed surprised to see me on the stairs, or just even there. I now wish I had allowed Angie to come with me, but I’m glad she’s getting some respite. Maybe I’ll call her here next semester.

I walk outside, shrouded in mist and cool damp air. I walk through the garden that surrounds the girl dormitories. They have all sorts of plants growing, its very beautiful in the light. Several classes have the students raise and cultivate their own plants. I made sure to sign up for one. I stop just before the gate leading out of the dormitory village and walk off towards the herb patch. The ground is freshly upturned and sprouts are peeking out all over. I think of the little clay pot that sat on my balcony. Angie and I began it when I was twelve. I’m sure she took it home with her to take care of it. At least I hope she did.

I look up, fairly sure I sensed a presence around me. I saw the swaying of the willow trees branches, but nothing else. I stood, looking forward, knowing I could feel eyes on me from somewhere in the mists. I take a cold breath. My lungs freezing as I turn and unlock the gate into the cobble stone path leading to the school.

Stone Lake was much smaller than I pictured. Then again, compared to the castle the school had been built into, everything looked smaller. The stone rested slightly above me. And the small shallow pond wasn’t even deep enough to hold fish. By the time I had come to the pond and sat for a moment students were arriving, not just from the dormitory village but in limos and cars coming through the front gates like I had yesterday. I watched as these cars pulled up at the doors, letting out their pristine cargo. I watched my new classmates. I watched for Ty.

I then heard laughing from around the other side of the stone and when I leaned out slightly I saw a group of girls walking away. All laughing and tossing their hair. It was a victory lap for them. I walked around to see what was so funny and saw a girl sitting in the water, her head down low.

I went towards the girl, standing up on the rocks to get level with her. “Are you alright?” I held my hand out towards her.

The girl looked up, her berry red hair plastered to her face. Her eyes were wide and gold, peering out frightened behind strands of shining hair. I tilted myself down towards her.

“Did they push you in here?” I held my hand out to the girl again.

The girl opened her mouth then closed it, lowering her head and began shuffling her hands through the water. I stepped up onto the platform and kneeled down beside the girl. “Did you loose something?”

“My glasses,” the girl murmured.

I began looking around too. “What do they look like?” I was feeling about the water beside her.

“Silver, with pearl accents.” The girl said.

I looked down to her left and saw the glasses hanging on a shrub. I picked them up and cleaned them with my sleeve. Smiling, I extended them to her. “Here.”

The girl quickly took then and placed them on her face. She looked up at me and nodded, pressing her lips firmly together. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” I replied. “Are you ok? Do you need me to help take you back to the dormitories?”

The girl stood up and smoothed her hand down utterly soaked skirt.

“You must be freezing.” I moved to remove my coat and the girl began stepping out of the water, moving quickly away from me.

“No, I’m fine, thank you.” She picked up her bag from the ground. “You’re an Emerald, you shouldn’t have to.”

I touched the jeweled bauble on my throat, attached to the top of the school uniform tie. It was the school emblem, but encrusted with emeralds. “What do you mean?” I followed after her.

The girl lifted her chin, touching her tie pin. Instead of emerald, her pin was pearl. I arched my brow at this, thinking that all the pins would be the same. “I’m a Pearl,” the girl continued. “And you are an Emerald.”

“I’m sorry,” I was shaking my head. “But I’m new here. I’m not sure what you mean.”

The girl pulled her wet hair and placed it in a heavy bundle on her shoulder. “I am beneath you.” She said simply and walked away. I wanted to follow after her but I had a feeling she‘d be even more humiliated if I did. I decided instead it would be best to find Ty.

Cleatom Academy had been built into and expanded from a castle made of white stone. I’m sure all the students felt even more superior because of this. True royalty! I walked up the ramp into the doors and into the commons area. It was like the food court in a mall. There was a coffee bar, a cupcake place, many tables and chairs as well as several large overly stuffed sofas and recliners. It certainly didn’t look like an antiquated castle.

“Good morning Cleatom!” A voice sang from the speaker system. “It’s another lovely day and I have just a few announcements before we all go to home room. We have three new students joining us today. Gregory W. Mansfield, Diamond. Heloise E. Boniface, Emerald. And Samantha B.D. Lewis, Ruby. Let’s be sure to greet them warmly!” I did not like the sound of my voice being introduced. “Students with birthdays today make sure to make your way to Sweetie Belle Cupcakes today for your complementary birthday cupcake. Today’s special is a chocolate, strawberry glace cupcake with an extra large chocolate covered strawberry on top. Yum!” I also didn’t like how scripted the yum bit sounded.

I walked around a gaggle of girls heading for the cupcake shop then and began zigzagging my way through the tables and chairs. “Also, would Heloise Boniface report to the sound booth.” The over head voice said.

I froze, what did they want with me?

“You can find your way there by heading to the glass elevator and pressing the button labeled SB3.” The voice continued with it’s wide awake voice. “You are in for a surprise.”

As I made my way to the elevator I knew I was the topic of the hour. Most heads turned and looked my way. Girls bent to whisper into ears, their eyes trailing me. Luckily the elevator was unoccupied when I entered. I pressed the button, a shiny chrome one with the letters and numerals illuminated behind it. Once the button was pressed the lettering flashed bright green. I was jostled for a moment as the elevator sprang to life, pulling me up above the crowd and through the levels of the castle until I reached the third floor.

The elevator opened up into a dimly lit room full of dark furniture. Beyond this I saw a huge white room behind glass brightly lit and glowing compared to the room before it. There someone inside talking into an old fashioned microphone and working a control panel of buttons. He removed the headphones he was wearing and pressed a button. Behind me, I could hear music playing in the elevator.

The man inside came out of the white room, running his fingers through his brick red hair. “It’s been a while.” The voice from the announcements said.

I furrowed my brow at him. “Excuse me?”

He turned on a light, illuminating the dark room. “Surely, you remember me a little.”

I stared, recognizing the freckled face, the deep brown eyes. Mainly the toothy smile. “Ty!” I flung my bag aside and ran into his open arms. I noticed that Ty’s pin was ruby.

“I’ve been waiting on you forever.” Ty said, stroking my hair. He stepped back, bracing his hands on my shoulders. “You haven’t grown an inch!”

I scowled at him. My height had always been an issue with my father and a joke with some of the staff. “Some heart warming greeting.” I brushed his hand away and began pacing the room slowly. “What is this?”

“The sound booth where I make all the announcements.” Ty said, following behind me. Mimicking my posture and how I held my hands behind my back. “Normally I have groupies, but I chased them off so I could have you by myself.”

“How kind.” Rolling my eyes, I smile. “Why do they let you make the announcements?”

“I’m the House Speaker,” Ty replied. “I’m an elected official.” He mocked snapping suspenders.

I turned towards him, raising my eyebrows. “Elected?”

“Student government,” Ty said, putting his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side. “I’m a pretty powerful person around here.”

“I bet Mrs. Jerrick is so proud.” I sniffed.

Ty laughed. “Of course not. Not when my sister is  the VP!”

I looked back at him. He was talking about his half sister Cordelia Jerrick. Poor Ty was born between worlds. The bastard love child of my father and Mrs. Jerrick a world renowned business woman of the cosmetics industry. “So, are you meeting me illegally then?” I looked back towards the elevator doors then, just expecting Cordelia Jerrick to burst forth with soldiers, ordering I be tar and feathered.

“I made the announcement over the intercom, she would have been here by now if that was the case.” Ty replied, a smile in his voice. “She knows she has no control over me here.” He then reached out, taking my pin gently between his fingers. “Lucky you. You’re an Emerald.”

“I don’t get that.” I tap the expensive bauble on my throat. “What do these pins mean?” I had thought my father had simply chosen the Emerald because it was the most expensive.

Ty sighed, leaning back against the wall. “This school has a sort of…caste system.” My eyes widened at this. “It goes all the way from the working class students who serve the higher students, up to the most elite.”

He explained it all to me starting with amber, said working class. Most Amber students are actually the staff of the higher up students. That explained the maids I saw this morning.

He went on to the Pearls, which are students who are children of teachers or have scholarships. The girl this morning was a Pearl. This probably also explains why she was the victim of those girls. She was beneath them, like she said.

Then there are the Diamonds, students who are at the top of their classes or students who have celebrity. He explained that even Pearl students who have worked their way up can become Diamonds.

Rubies, like Ty, are next and they are the children of people who have donated a large amount of money. “Bought students, we’re called.” Ty smirked, somewhat proudly.

Then there was my group the Emeralds. A good combination of Diamond and Ruby. Students whose parents have donated large sums of money. These students could have been Rubies at one point, but moved up the rank because of celebrity status, grades, and etc.

“Then there are the Sapphires, like Cordelia.” Ty hesitated for a moment, gauging my somewhat disturbed expression to it all. “Sapphires are the elites, those who have all of the above and then some.”

I cleared my throat after a moment of it sinking in. “How is she a sapphire when you’re just a ruby?”

Ty laughed “You forget, I’m a bastard.” He put his arm around my shoulder and began leading me out the door. “I had to be bought.” As we approached the elevator it dinged and the door swished open, revealing the young man inside.

“Just in time,” Ty looked at the young man. “Heloise, this is John Whitney,” I saw that the boy’s pin was diamond. “He is going to be your guide.”

“Oh?” I looked from Ty then at John. “That isn’t necessary.”

“I think you’ll find it will be,” John said, a gentle chuckle to his voice. “This place isn’t easy to navigate for a first timer. It’s code that the Student Government assign a guide to each new student for as long as they need them.”

I nodded. “Well then, if it’s mandatory…” I looked John over. He looked like he was a football player from his build. His purposefully tousled dark blonde hair, hiding a scar on his forehead just so. His eyes were the a sort of hazel and gold color. His teeth bleached white. But there was a crookedness to his tie I liked, showed he wasn’t perfect.

“I was chosen because all our classes match up.” John replied, extending his arm and allowing me to stand in the elevator. “The Student Government normally tries to match up girls with girls and such, but I was the only one who matched.”

“It’s quite alright.” I waved to Ty as the doors shut. “I get along better with boys anyways.”

“So,” John said, pushing a button for the fifth floor, “what school did you go to before Cleatom?”

“I was home schooled actually. Well,” I set my bag at my feet. “My father hired tutors.”

John bobbed his head politely. “So what made him send you here?” He looked me over then, knowing Ty couldn’t see his eyes wander. “Excuse me if I’m being a pest.” His eyes immediately snap to my eyes.

I smiled, still looking forward. “No, you’re fine. But, I asked to come here. I’ve been fighting my dad about for a long time.”

John furrowed his brow. “What made him change his mind?”

“My dad is a gambler,” I looked over at John and his raised eyebrows, “so I made him a bet.”

John looked surprised. “What kind of bet.”

I put my finger to my lips as the elevator doors whooshed open into a crowded hallway. I gently dipped to grab my bag and slung it back over my shoulder. John walked a good few paces behind me, like one of my father’s bodyguards.

Turning and looking at him I snapped, “what? Student Government doesn’t allow you to walk beside me?”

“Well,” John blushed. “You are an Emerald, Ms. Boniface.” I arched my brows high at the fact he had referred to me in such a way. “It is not normally-”

I took a step back, aligning myself with him. “It’s not a rule is it?”

“No,” John swallowed, looking around. “Just…tradition.”

I then snapped my fingers, surprising him again. “Oh, do you know a lot of the students here?”

John nodded, swallowing. I was making him nervous. “It’s part of my role in the Student Government.”

I slide my bag down into the crook of my elbow. “Do you know a girl with really, really bright red hair? Almost like a lip-gloss color?” I motioned with her hands the style of the girl’s hair. “Also, wears glasses,” I mimed glasses.

John smirked at my monkeying and thought for a moment. “Maybe that’s Den Anais.” He said. “Why do you ask? You know her?”

I shook my head, looking towards the floor. “No, I just saw some girls push her into the fountain out front this morning. I tried to help her but she brushed me off.”

He nodded, sighing somewhat sadly. “Then that must be Den.”

I must of looked disgusted because his eyes took on an apologetic look. “Does that happen to her a lot?”

John shrugged, opening a door for me. “Sometimes. But I don’t work in her department of the Student Government.”

I balked. “She’s in the Student Government?”

“Hand picked by Head Master Emrys. She’s the Advisor.” John shrugged. “She’s sort of like…a personal consultant. She plans all the school events and dances and the like.”

“You think with a role like that people would like her.” I mumbled as we walked into the classroom. History was my first class, a class the dean of admissions said I would enjoy.

“Oh welcome, you must be Heloise.” I looked up sideways as a man in a dark green suit approached. “I’m Professor Lourdes.” He held out a thin pale hand to me.

“Uhm, yes.” I took his hand, it was warm and smooth. “Thank you for letting me in. I had been told you were full up.”

Professor Lourdes smiled, removing his thin wire glasses. He was an exceptionally striking man, young and beautiful for a teacher. “History is a much more popular a field than I anticipated.”

Something about his smile though told me he knew it was because of his looks.   “But I was more than happy to make a spot.” He waved his hand out. “Please, take a seat anywhere. I’m not picky.” He left, walking up to the white board and his desk.

John leaned to whisper to her. “His class is so popular because-”

“Because he’s so good looking?” I finished for him. “Easy to see now why history would be packed.”

We took our seats at a two chair table in the back. The seats were overstuffed rolling chairs. I had one just like it at home. Father had got it for me when I began complaining about my back during lessons.

“Ari is a good teacher though. He’s also the one who over sees the Student Government.” John explained quickly. “He gives a lot of extra credit and he takes us out on a lot of field trips. They’re mainly trips to museums mind you, but he makes the experience interesting.”

I found I couldn’t take my eyes off Professor Ari Lourdes. He was a lithe mover, and his handwriting was impeccable. “Put a long wig on him and he’d pass for a girl, he’s that pretty.”

John snorted. “I’ve actually heard several girls trying to convince him to do such a thing for the costume balls.”

We both exchanged smiles and then began taking out our text books and such.

My attention turned to Cordelia as she walked through the door at that moment. John continued talking, but I didn’t hear him.

Cordelia was tall and blonde, the kind of girl my father wishes I was. And she sauntered right over to Professor Ari’s desk and sat on its corner like she owned the place. She tousled her hair and laughed, slightly turning to see who was watching her, because she knew everyone was. That’s when her gray eyes fell on me. Her expression becoming instantly blank. Her eyes almost bleeding disgust.

John tugged on my sleeve. “Heloise?”

I didn’t move. “Yes?”

“Are you familiar with the Jerrick family?”

Cordelia was turning and whispering to Professor Ari. I looked at John then.

“I’m only close to Ty.”

John gave me a wary smile. “Cordelia certainly doesn’t seem happy to see you.”

I laughed. “That’s putting it gently.” I cupped my hand under my chin and looked at Professor Ari, trying his best to act genteel with Cordelia.

“She’s the vice president of the Student Government.” John whispered.

I scoffed, rapping my fingers against my jaw. “Now that, I did know.” I smiled back at John. He raised his brow. “She’s part of that bet I mentioned earlier.”

John raised his brows. “Oh?”

I laughed. “Oh, indeed!” I leaned closer to John. “I bet if I acted like I was flirting with you, Cordelia would swoop in and steal you away from me.”

John smiled somewhat deviously, his eyes glancing over to Cordelia and then back to me. “You’re that confidant in her evil, are you?”

I nodded. “If there is one thing I know about Cordelia Jerrick, it’s that she absolutely hates me.” I then reach out, adjusted John’s crooked tie, my fingers lingering ever so.

“Sorry about this.” I snicker.

“Oh please!” John laughs. “I don’t mind at all.”

I then reach up, playing with John’s bangs. “What’s she doing?”

John glances aside for me then looks back at me as I drop my hand. “You should be dead.”

We both burst out laughing, and in that moment Cordelia is standing beside me.

John blanches some, but I look up at her like it is the most casual thin in the world. I am more than prepared to deal with Cordelia Jerrick, in fact, its what I’ve been planning on.

“Why,” Cordelia gasps prettily but it sounds more like a war cry. “Heloise Boniface! What a splendid surprise.” She says splendid like it’s painful, like she’d rather wretch bile.

I nod softly. “Hello, Cordelia.”

Cordelia’s eyes flicker over to John then back to me. “I had no idea you’d be attending Cleatom.” She seems to be running out of nice things to say. “Is Whitney here your escort?”

I look over at John and smile charmingly, he blushes some. “Why yes! He’s a lovely boy, isn’t he?” I reach out, putting my hand over his. “I’m thinking about asking Daddy to hire him as my valet for the summer.”

Cordelia’s tongue to captured between her cinched teeth as she smiles. “Oh? Well how wonderful for you, Whitney.” She then squints her eyes at me in an attempt to smile, but it comes out all wrong. “I will have to talk to you later, Heloise.” She turns on her heel just as the bell rings.

“I feel sick.” John whispers to me.

I look at him apologetically. “I am so sorry.”

“I’ve never felt anything like that!” John chuckles, relieved. “I knew she could be something of a bitch, but I had no idea it was anything like that.”

“If she gives you any trouble, just let me know. I can handle her.” I quickly tack on, “Ty too.”

He nods at me. “You’re the bravest woman in the world.”

A smile perks up at the corner of my mouth. “It’s just one blonde girl.”

We both look up in attention as Professor Lourdes begins speaking. He’s writing on the board in his lovely script and we all follow his instruction. My eyes glance over at Cordelia who is also stealing look at me. She turns away, and whispers to the girl beside her.

John elbows me. “And thus one becomes two.”

We both snicker.

“Quite in the back!” Professor Lourdes chuckles authoritatively.

John and I cover our mouths, trying to surprise our huge grins.

I look to John and nod. “Thanks.”

“For what?”

I shrug. “Just for being on my side I suppose.”

Chapter Two:

I didn’t go with John to the cafeteria at lunch. Instead I walked back out to the front gate and sat by Stone Lake.  I pulled an apple from my bag and took tiny bites out of it. I was neither hungry nor interested in mingling with my fellow students. At least not yet. Considering the only ones I’d want to sit with would be Ty or John, are a Ruby and Diamond respectively. They are both technically beneath me. I doubt I’d be allowed by this ridiculous Caste system to even sit by them.

“It’s you again.” I turned to look up above me at the stone. Standing there was the girl from this morning. I stood, standing back up on the platform and waving to her. She smiled back, nodding gently.

“You seem attracted to this place.”

“It’s peaceful.” I put my hands against my hips. “And I love being around water.”

Den stepped down from the stone and into the water of the fountain, pulling her long skirt up as she did so. “Thank you for the help this morning.”

I bobbed my head slightly. I was unsure of what to make of her newfound friendliness. “Of course. Umm-”

“Sorry if I was a bit rude.” Den waded through the water until she stood before me. “I was scared, so I wasn’t much of a people person.”

“No, of course.” I was shaking my head. “I’m Heloise.”

Den beamed. “Heloise Boniface, yes! You’re new today.” Den stepped out of the water and onto the cobblestone surrounding it. “Ty has been anxious.”

John had mentioned she was on the Student Government. It had actually never occurred to me that she and Ty might know one another, talk to each other as friends. My surprised expression has Den explaining.

“Ty and I talk a lot during meetings.” Den twirls slightly. “He says you came here against your father’s wishes.”

I fold my arms behind my back. This is a gesture I take from my father. A gesture that Angie says makes me look like an old man. “That’s right.”

“But you are meant to be here.”

“Excuse me?”

Den stepped off the fountain and into her shoes just below. “Oh nothing.” She giggled, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Are you busy at the moment?”

I shake my head.  “No. Why?”

“C’mon, just follow me.” Den waved her hand to follow and began walking back towards the school. I sling  my bag back over my shoulder and walk off after Den.

“We have a special gallery here at the school.” Den explained as we walk, bypassing the glass elevator and going behind it to a small service type elevator. Den pulled open the little iron gate and allowed me to step in first. She closed the gate behind her and locked it.

“Professor Lourdes helped piece it together, but not a lot of students know about it. It’s mainly a sanctuary for the Student Government.”

I tilt my head to my shoulder “Then why tell me?”

Den just smiled, pulling hard on the lever that began dropping the us down and down. “This place has a basement?” I ask, amazed.

“This old place has a lot of hidden places inside.” Den replied, looking up at the darkening ceiling.

I could feel the air dampen and chill around me. I wrapped my arms around me,  wondering just how far down Den was going to take me.  I pictured a cave below the school, massive caverns and alters like the Phantom had under the PAris Opera house.

The lift came to a jolting stop and Den unlocked the little gate and opened it wide, stepping out before me this time. I looked around, it was a massive round room. The walls decorated with tapestries and elegant paintings. Between these hangings were suits of armor, and in the center of it a wide, round table.

“Wow,” I murmured as I looked around, setting my bag on the table. I walk around the table, my fingertips gliding along the smooth, gilded edges.

“The student government meets here most of the time.” Den said, walking around the table, aiming herself at the suit of armor at the very back of the room. It was different from the rest, for one, it was on a raised pedestal and it was more golden. Also, although it’s hands were posed in such a way, it was not holding a sword.

“This one is my favorite.” She said, dusting at the helmet with her hand.

“What is all this stuff?” I asked, approaching a suit of armor that had long green feathers coming down from the top of the helmet.

“It’s a story,” Den said, folding her hands behind her back and turning towards me. “A history really.”

I had the long green feather between my thumb and forefinger. “Of what?” I gently rub the feather, a feeling of nostalgia washes over me and I feel warm and proud inside. The feeling disappears as I release the feather.

“Something that is thought to be make believe these days.” Den sighed, still dusting at the suit of armor. She places her hands over the gold golves, like she reassuring an old friend. “But, it is all tribute to a great king.” She smiles sadly.

I shrug, sitting on the edge of the table and pulling my apple back out from my pocket. “Like King Arthur or something?” I bite into the apple.

“The very same.” Den exclaimed. “Do you like Arthurian legend, Ms. Boniface?”

I grimaced at her formality. “Heloise, please.” Den looked surprised. “And yeah, I’ve heard a bed time story or two about King Arthur.”

Den seemed disappointed. “Only bedtime stories?” A hand slips away from the armor as she turns to face me.

I slide back off the table and walk towards her. “They were the only ones my dad would actually read to me.” I touched the shining helmet of the suit of armor before me. It had a blue, tartan sash going across its chest. “I always wanted Excalibur.”

Den smiled brightly at this. “Oh?”

“Dad said I couldn’t have it though, because Dagonet threw it into the lake.” I looked back at Den. “Is this whole school based on those stories? Castle and all?”

Den shrugged. “Perhaps.” She then sighed and looked down at her watch which had begun beeping. “Excuse me for a moment.” She turned off the alarm then disappeared down a hallway next to the lift.

I walked around the table, looking at each suit of armor and the paintings between them. Knights brandishing their swords, bowing before a king, being awestruck by ethereal women. I then stood before the gold armor, missing it’s weapon. Its mate. I reached up, cupping the helmet in my hand. It felt warm to the touch.

I was so captivated by the armor I didn’t hear the elevator churning behind me. I only noticed it when the creaky gate opened and shut with a tight clang. Turning I found Professor Ari Lourdes standing behind me, a book in one hand a sack lunch in the other.

He saw me. Even though he was some ways away, and his glasses covering them, I could see his green eyes widen.

“Ms. Boniface,” he took a tentative step forward as my hand slipped from the armor and turned from it, and folded my arms behind my back.

Ari removed his glasses. “What are you doing down here?”

I dipped my head to the side. “Den was giving me a tour.”

“Den?” Ari pocketed his glasses. “That’s odd, she’s normally so…shy.” His breath seemed to falter, seeing me posed before the golden armor.

I pointed my thumb over my shoulder. “What happened to it?”

“Pardon?”

I turned back towards the suit of armor. “This suit is missing it’s mate.” I say,  laying my hands over those of the armor. “Den said you helped piece together this exhibit.”

“Ah yes, well, that is said to be a replica of King Arthur’s armor.” Ari replied as he walked around the table towards them.

I cup my hands around the gold gloves, thinking that they seemed small. My hands could fit inside them perfectly. “Then where is Excalibur?”

“At the bottom of a lake.” I looked up, Ari standing a few inches behind me. He smiled, “or so legend has it.”

I smiled back. “I believe that is the main theory, yes.”

“The head master of the school has always been fascinated with the stories of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. His whole family in fact, dating back to the founding of this school.” Ari said, taking a seat at the table. “They wanted to be able to teach children to be chivalrous and brave like Arthur and his knights.”

My smile turns smug for a moment as the idea dawns on me. “So then, the Student Government is very much an attempt to copy the Round Table?”

Ari laughs looking at the table. “You’ve caught on to that, have you?”

My hand glides across the back of Ari‘s chair as I walk by. “A round table surrounded by suits of armor.” I want to tousle his hair but I draw my hand away. “It isn’t hard to catch the drift.”

“I read your records your tutors provided,” Ari said, watching me as I stopped two chairs away. “You’re…you’re actually quite brilliant, Ms. Boniface. You’re father is breeding you to be a great leader.”

“A leader of companies.” I spat hatefully.

Ari looked taken aback by this. “Do you not want to inherit your father’s dynasty?”

I whirl around in a viciously cyclone. “I want my own dynasty!” My hand slams down on the table.

My wild hair flying about my head, falling on my shoulders. Catching myself in his eyes I straighten my back, regaining myself. “I want to build something…with my own…two hands.”

“You could do it.”

I glance quickly at him and then away again. I felt near tears. “He, my father, would never allow it.”

I comb my fingers through my hair then tossed it back over my shoulders. Now that I didn’t have stylists to fashion my hair sleek straight or into to corkscrew curls it was beginning to return to it’s natural wild lion’s mane.

“He didn’t even want me to come here. Afraid I’ll learn to fight him.”

Ari chuckled. “Looks like you already know how to do that.”

Aside from his beauty, it was easy to see why his classes were always filled up. He could see me. Behind all my armor and father’s make-up he could see me. He knew how to reach people by that, too.

I laugh. Covering my hand with my mouth. “Yes. I suppose so.”

“I was surprised when I first saw you,” Ari said, opening his sack lunch. “You and Ty look an awful lot alike.” He pulled out an apple. “The only thing he shares with Cordelia is a name.” He said Cordelia’s name with an acidic bite.

I smile. Not just because he said Ty and I look like siblings but because he could also see through Cordelia. “That’s probably why Cordelia hates us.”

Ari laughed. A knowing glint glowing in his eyes. He looked up though as Den came back into the room.

“I’m done now.” Rather than seem surprised by Professor Lourdes, she smiles knowingly and quite brightly. “Oh, Professor Lourdes, how are you?”

He nods towards her. “I’m fine Den. Glad to see you befriending Ms. Boniface.”

“Heloise.” I corrected him.

Den smiled, not answering him. She turned to me and waved her hand to the elevator. “Ready to go? Classes will restart soon.”

I go back and pick up my bag. “Thanks for the chat, Professor Lourdes.”

He smiles. “Ari.” He corrects. I turn but he touches my elbow. “If you need help catching up to the rest of the students, my door is always open. I’ll help you in any subject you need. Heloise.”

“That’s very nice of you.” I feel my cheeks warm at his touch. “Might take you up on it.” I nod then head back to Den who is smiling at Ari. She follows me into the elevator and shuts it tight.

As the lift clatters back to the student commons, John is waiting for me. He is leaning against the wall reading a book. He stands in attention like a soldier as Den and I step out.

Den tilts her head at me. “Did you enjoy the gallery?”

“Very much.” I nod. “Thank you, Den.”

Den nods then flits off without a word. I stare after her, confused.

“She’s an odd one.” John says. He begins to say something else when the music for the student announcements comes on. “Oh bother.” John huffs. We stand in the middle of the commons.

“Hello Cleatom Academy!” Ty’s voice echoes. “Afternoon classes have been canceled for today.” A low roar comes from the commons as students cheer for their good fortune. “I know? Isn’t that just the bee knees?” I smile picturing Ty in his box. “But feel free to use the rooms for study. Also, it’s happy hour at The Creamery Coffee Shop. All drinks half off!”

Another low roar.

“Want some coffee?” John asks.

I shake my head. “Uhm, no thank you. I think I’ll just go back to my room for now.” I say. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, though.”

John nods as we begin to separate. “I’ll meet you in Professor Lourdes classroom.” He waves and vanishes into the growing crowd aiming for the coffee shop.

I turn on my heel and head back towards the lift. I go to wrench it open when I realize it is gone. I hear it below, churning and working it’s way up. I step aside and watch is rise. I see inside a couple inside. I recognize the sleek golden hair as Cordelia and I step further into the shadows. I see the man she’s with, tall and slender with dark hair. My jaw drops as he walks out, pulling Cordelia with his lips. They separate briefly before she has him locked again.

“I really must go.” Ari is breathless.

“Oh fine.” Cordelia pouts girlishly. She stays in the elevator. “I’ll see you later then, darling?”

Darling?

Ari smiled. “Of course.” He waves her off as she turns the elevator back on.

Disappearing below again. I look at Ari and watch him adjust his tie and collar. He wipes at his mouth and smoothes out his hair. He produces the apple he had been eating when I left him and takes a bite. He then walks away and into the glass elevator.

I’m not sure what to feel. Shock definitely. Betrayal? But why? I don’t even know Professor Lourdes. I only had a brief chat with him a moment ago. But he was nice to me. He listened to me. I thought he saw me. I thought he saw Cordelia.

Why Cordelia?

I slide to the floor. Bewilderment sweeping over my brain. I think about Ari’s apple and decide to throw mine away. It’s probably brown by now. I go to reach for it and notice a little red book in my bag. I take it out. It was the book Ari had been carrying when he first came into the room. How did it get in my bag?

The cover it soft cloth. Once it had been deep red but it was faded now, but the gold emblem emblazoned on the front was just as dazzling as it must have been when it was first published. The gold lion on the front matched the one on the school pins. I opened it up and a pressed flower fell out into my lap. Picking it up I realize it’s a lilac. I read the title page.

Merlin’s Arthur

I flip through the pages and something else slips from the pages. It’s heavy and cold. When I hold it in my palm I see it’s a key, a lion head serving as the top. It’s mouth gaped open, the key serving as its tongue. And engraved on it’s tongue was my name.

Chapter Three:

The academy has long since emptied out and I sit alone at Stone Lake. I thumb the key in my hand, wondering what it means. Did Professor Lourdes give this to me? I hold it against my chest, looking up at the dim windows of the academy. I wonder if he is still in his room? Was he expecting me to take him up on that study session?

“I can see you out there.”

I let out a yelp as a voice booms out over the empty campus. I huff, flustered. Realizing Ty has seen me some how.

“I’ll meet you in the commons.” Ty says and then the intercom goes quite.

I stand. Placing the key in the pocket of my vest before I walk back to the academy. I go in and wait before the glass elevator for Ty. I keep finding myself glancing at the little iron elevator behind. Why do I care what Professor Lourdes does? I convince myself its because it was Cordelia. Nothing more.

The glass elevator swings open and Ty comes out. He’s out of his school uniform, weAring only a pair of jeans and a dark t-shirt. “Wanna have some fun?”

I shrug. “Depends.”

Ty loops his arm around my neck and leads me away. We walk for a long time in silence. It’s hard to think we’ve been separated from one another for ten years now.

“I have a wonderful evening planned,” he tells be just before we reach the dorms.

I look up at him, his arm serving as my scarf. “Oh really?”

He smiles impishly. “You are a very lucky lady. Many women fight for the hand of Ty Jerrick, but only you can have it.”

I scoff at him, knowing him all too well.

He squeezes his arm tighter. “Go up and get changed, quick.” He commands me, pushing me to the front door of my dormitory.

I look back at him before I walk inside, slightly afraid when I come back out he’ll of disappeared into the golden autumn air. It’s where he belongs anyways, my flitting leaf.

He shoos me and I smile at him. “Ok, ok, just a second.” I call to him and rush inside and up to my room. I hurry myself into a t-shirt dress and grab my jacket. I don’t want to miss a moment with him.

We then walk to the school garage. A lot of the students who stay in the dorms have cars they use to go into town. We get into Ty’s car, a 1969 olive-green Mustang, and drive off.

He has the last picture taken of us together taped to the rearview mirror. I’m six, he’s seven. We’re hugging in front of the old cinema.

“I thought I’d take you to the docks.” Ty puts on a pair of sunglasses. “I know how you like the water. Plus, there is something I want to show you.”

“Sounds fun.” I lean back in the leather seat. “Why were afternoon classes canceled?”

He shrugs. “Silly reasons. Works in our favor though.” He says with a grin. It’s the kind of grin that makes me think he had something to do with it. But I know that’s just Ty. Everything he says sounds mischievous. He used to get in so much trouble back when he lived with father and me. I think that was one of the reasons Mrs. Jerrick and my father decided he’d be best with her.

Ty parked his car on the street and we got out to walk. He put his arm around my shoulders again. He probably thought I was cold in the wind.

We stopped at a sweet shop and got hot coco. I got marshmallows and cinnamon. Ty got whip cream and sprinkles, and another with marshmallows and caramel.

I crook my brow at him. “Why’d you get two?”

He mimics my eyebrow, then flips it to the other brow and back. “Too keep me sweet.”

I couldn’t wait to get to the dock. I loved the smell of the wind off the ocean. Even now I dream of the summer house in France, an old chateau overlooking the ocean. I’d fall asleep in the box window, just watching the sunset melt into the waves.

The dock is made of old but hard and sturdy wood. I love it instantly. The sun reflects in glittering cascades off the water. As I race Ty towards the end of the dock a small girl comes into view. The sun glows off her golden hair like she has a halo. I think of the extra coco Ty bought, marshmallows and caramel. I feel like such an idiot for not realizing it sooner. She turns, her pale face flushed from the breeze. I raise my hands to my face and race to her.

“Nissa!” I cry as I scoop her up in my arms. “How on earth?”

She clings to me, gripping on as tight as she can. “Heloise,” she whimpers into my chest.

I cupped her face in my hands, beaming into those blue-gray eyes. “I thought you were in America!”

She was almost crying. Then again she always had tears in her eyes when she was happy. “Grandmother convinced Mama to send me back here.”

I pinched her cheeks. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She bit her lip. “Grandmother doesn’t like you.”

I laugh and pull her into another tight hug, cupping the back of her head. “I’m so happy to see you. I don’t care what that old bird thinks.”

Behind us, Ty laughs. “I told you you’d like the docks.”

“Are you attending Cleatom then?” I ask, reluctantly pulling back.

She nods. “Yes.” She pulls out her Diamond pin. “Isn’t it pretty?”

I feel upset she is only a Diamond. Her miserly old grandmother is a modern day Ebenezer Scrooge. Plus you add in both her mother’s celebrity and her own, she should be an Emerald. I cup Nissa’s hands in mine, ignoring it.

“I saw your last movie. You were so wonderful.”

Nissa beamed and asked about our father. I told her he was the same as always. I obligatory asked about her mother. Nissa answers that she’s been so busy, with movies, TV, and even a book in the works.  I have no idea what that woman would write about but I nod and smile. I’m just happy to have Nissa back in my arms again.

“How long have you been in Cleatom?” I asked.

“A year,” Nissa admits guiltily, biting her bottom lip. “But I’m moving into the dorms soon. Grandmother’s health is failing and she said it would be best for me to stay away from it.” Poor sweet, darling, Nissa.  She’s covering for the world’s oldest hypochondriac. I bet the bat sent Nissa away, complaining that she was the cause of her warts or something idiotic like that.

“I have us reservations set up.” Ty says, tapping the face of his watch. “I figured we Boniface children should have our long, over-do family dinner.”

Nissa squeezed onto my hand as we walked, she caught Ty’s and we walked in a row down the street. One thing I am grateful to my father about is this, my siblings.

Once we sit down at the restaurant Nissa and I begin peppering each other with questions. She asks me about home. Ty asks her about what celebrities she’s met. I ask her about her travels.

“Oh!” Nissa suddenly exclaims. “I haven’t told you the best thing!” She giggles excitedly. “I’m Ty’s assistant!” She says, touching his hand. “I’m part of the Student Government.”

“Really?” I gasp.

She nods. “Yes! I never thought Ty would hire me.” She blushes some. “I thought for sure he’d pick some pretty girl.”

Ty scoffs. “I did pick a pretty girl.”

Nissa rolls her eyes, same as me. “You know what I mean, Ty.” She looks at me and we both crack up.

“I see what you think of me.” He scoffs, slapping his palm against his chest and turning his head over-dramatically away. “I am saving myself for marriage.”

Nissa and I laugh harder. I’m squeezing Nissa’s hand, not realizing how hard, but she offers no complaint because she squeezes right back.

We leave just as the restaurant closes. Ty drives us back dropping me off at my dormitory. I kiss Nissa goodbye, almost wanting to cry as I watch them drive off.

I suddenly feel exhausted as I get to my room. I strip as I walk to the bathroom where I shower. As I dry my hair with a towel I pick up my dirty laundry and toss it in the allotted bin. One of the staff would collect it in the morning. I picked up my uniform and the key fell out of the pocket.

I had almost completely forgotten about it. I roll it through my hands then set it in my bedside table. I get into my sleep shirt then return to the key. I look up at it as I lay on my bed. I drift off to sleep soon with the key clutched in my hand.

I’m standing on a boat, my body badly injured and bleeding. I’m screaming. Fighting against arms holding me back. I know I have won against these arms many times in the past, but my body is so badly beaten they are winning.

I’m screaming someone’s name. Someone I don’t want to leave. Someone I love.

I finally collapse to the floor of the boat, sobbing their name over and over. I’ll never see them again will I? I look up at the one who was holding me back and he shakes his head sadly. He gently wipes away my tears and leads me into the boat. He sets me down gently on a comfortable chair and he extends my legs, removing the heavy metal boots from my feet.

I’m still whispering the name, over and over.

Two soft hands gently cress my cheeks and pull back my hair, tying it up and away from my face like I like. I look up into her warm, familiar eyes. She is crying too and I am comforted there. I lean my head into her arm as she removed the metal gauntlets from my arms. She’s singing a song to me.

I look down at the man tending to the wound in my belly and I ask him something. He looks at me and answers, “Your loved ones cannot follow you here, my lord.”

I’m baffled.

He doesn’t allow me to argue. I whisper the name again and he shakes his head.

The woman pulls a locket out from around my neck and opens it before me. I preciously cradle it in my hands. Inside is a lock of raven black hair. It sends me into shuddering tears.

I awake from the dream, still whispering the name, still crying. I sit upright and rub hard at my eyes. The name has already been forgotten, but the heart break I felt in longing for it still haunts me.

I realize I’m still holding the key. In the darkness I think for a moment it is glowing, but I decide it is merely the full moon reflecting off it. It is half past midnight and despite that I decide I must act crazy and go for a walk. Anything to subside the pain of my heart breaking.

I put on some jeans and a plain shirt. I stuff the key in my pocket and walk out of the dorm. I walk up the cobblestones of the dorm village. I walk past the boy’s junior dorm. The female senior dorm, and I walk further. I walk past the student garage and into the forest.

I think, perhaps if I keep walking I’ll reach the cliffs over looking the ocean. Instead, I come across a massive cast wrought iron gate. It looked like a palace itself with all the intricate works and towers to it. In the very center, where the gates open up, was a lion’s head. It’s mouth gaping open and it’s tongue serving as the latches.

I touch the key in my pocket. It is iron too. I take it out and compare the lions’ heads. They look like they match but in the moonlight it is so hard to tell. I stand closer to the gate, looking for the keyhole. I suddenly have an idea and hold the key in my hand and insert my hand into the large lion’s mouth. Sure enough, the key slides right in and I turn to unlock it.

The gate creaks open by itself, first slow then it suddenly blows open, sending me back a few paces in fright. I hold my arms before me as I am greeted by a cold burst of air, strong enough to almost knock me over, but I manage to hold my ground.

As I peel my arms away I see a thick, heavy mist pouring out from the open gate. I hold my breath and look all around me. I decide maybe I should head back. Then I think that the key had my name on it, perhaps Professor Lourdes meant to tell me about it and forgot. Perhaps, since I was Emerald, I had special privileges to certain areas on the campus. The campus was massive enough to allow such a thing. So I stride into the mist. I hear the gates close behind me and I am suddenly tight inside with dread.

I take a few steps, barely able to see anything around except for the cold, white mist. My toe hits something and I fall. Breaking through the mist I fall and hit on a set of stairs.

Stairs?

The mist is so thick around me I can barely make them out, rising through and going up in a gentle slope. So I begin climbing the stairs, I remember there being mist in my dream, it completely engulfed the boat I was on. Who else was there with me? A man and a woman of unearthly beauty. It is so funny how you can forget a dream so powerful so fast.

Above me I see the beginnings of a building rising above the trees, but the deep fog is swallowing me up.

Am I in another plain of existence?

At the top of the stairs I see not a building but a huge marble platform surrounded by tall statues of women bearing shells and children, massive lions with their mouths wide open, men wielding swords or embracing a woman. All of them an Atlas, holding up the a massive dome covered in tiny fragments of glass that glittered and glowed in the moon’s radiance.

“Oh wow…” I whispered. I am aware my toes are freezing, and the cold begins climbing its way up my body. Tiny frozen fingers ripping through my clothes and sending my skin into gooseflesh. I shuddered and hold my arms across me.

“Are you cold?” I look up in response to the voice. Before me, coming down from a platform at the far end is a man. “I see you didn’t need my help finding this place.”

I’m confused. The cold seems to be stabbing at my brain now. “John?”

I then see two more appear behind him, a tall figure that remains in the shadows and the second comes out farther than John. She smiles shyly at me.

“Den…” I shake my head. “What is this?” I ask, taking a step forward.

John raises his hand out of the fog and I was stunned to see him holding a sword.

“John!” I exclaim, jumping back.

My back hits a wall, cold as ice. I whip around, there were stairs here just a moment ago. Instead there is this cold wall. A wall of solid ice. My breath comes out in thick white puffs now, fast little ghosts leaving me. A warm hand touches my shoulder and I spin around to face Den.

“Hold still.” Den commands and I stand rigid, her hands touch my chest and I fell a small weight against the collar of my shirt. It is an Emerald pin. Den then puts her cheek to mine.

“Never let go of your key.” She whispers into my ear and then she steps behind me, her warm hand lingering on mine.

I look back up at John, squeezing the key tighter in my hand. “John, what’s going on?” I try to stay calm, but my voice is noticeably shaky.

“What is going on is a rite of passage.” The man behind John responds. His voice is deep and I don’t recognize it.

“For what?” I snap.

“If you have a name on the key.” The voice tells me. “John,” he says in a commanding voice.

John was suddenly charging at me. I hold up my arms, bracing myself. He knocks me upside my head with the blunt end of his sword, and I fall, hitting the frozen ground.

“Get up!” John yells.

My head in throbbing and words and pictures are mixed up in my head. My vision is whirling and spinning.

“Get up!” John barks again. Using his foot he flips me over onto my back. He then takes his sword and touches the tip to my pin. “I’ll break it if you don’t get up.”

“Heloise!” Den whispers demandingly.

I whimper a loud, choking sob. “For the love of God! What?”

John circles me, the tip of his sword pointed at me. “Draw your weapon.”

I swallow and roll to my side, wobbly standing to my feet. I still have my key clutched in my hand. “Tell me what’s happening.” My speech is slow.

John holds his sword up. “Draw your weapon.”

I grip onto the side of my head. “Weapon?”

John sneers. “Draw it, now!”

Confused, hurt, and angry I scream out. “I don’t have a weapon!”

I raise my hand, attempting to throw that damn key and then the sound of steel hitting steel resonates like a gunshot, and a bright flash of light that blinds me.

The mist clears. The light dims. Looking up I see a sword in my hand where the key was.

In my stupor John easily forces my sword down and he raises his against me again, bringing it down towards my neck. I swing upwards, hitting John’s wrist, ripping away at his starched sleeve. He jumps back and I run away, a stupid move because his sword is slicing by my leg, cutting into my thigh. I cry out and fall to my knees.

Den cries out. “Get up!”

I shakily move to stand and I hear John charging towards me. The fog is closing in, engulfing me, swallowing me whole.

I drop back to my knees and suddenly I am gone.

John’s sword hit’s the floor before me and I jump away, still low and in the fog. If I remain hidden in the fog, I think, perhaps I can regain my footing, regain some of the sense John knocked out of me. My ears are ringing, blood rushing to them and to the throbbing lump near the back of my left ear where John had hit me.

What was happening to me?

What the hell was wrong with the people at this school?

I then hear a scream. It’s Den. I jump out of the fog instantly, seeing John approaching Den with his sword ready.

Without a second thought I lunging through the fog and the air. I am flying. I am swinging my sword. As I swing at John, for the briefest flash, I see someone else. I see a man with long golden curls, and a strong yet angelic face. He is wearing shimmering armor almost pearl in color.

I strike him.

John’s arm is braced against mine, his hand pressing hard against my shoulder. I’m staring at him, wide eyed and frightened. I hadn’t been in control of myself.

Someone else had.

“Heloise-” Den gasps.

I hear the slight tink of something hitting the marble, echoed by tiny droplet-like sounds raining on the floor. Looking down I see I only have the key in my hand, the sword has gone away in John’s hand as well. He pulls away from me and the mist begins to recede.  Looking down I see John’s diamond pin on the marble, all the individual tiny diamonds scattered like so many drops of rain.

John is looking at me, hard and long. I look back at him, confused and afraid. Was he going to hit me now?

John lifts his head, looking away from me and towards the back. “You were right.” John says to the man at the back.

“I don’t…” I murmur, slowly shaking my throbbing and confused head. “What do you mean?”

“We’ve been waiting a long time for you to come back.” The man in the back replies.

John is then bowing before me. “The one true king.”

I’m confused beyond reasoning. I clutch my head in my hand. “John stop. What are you doing?”

“Look at your key.” Den is behind me, putting one hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist. “You’ll see your true name written upon it now.”

I lay the heavy key flat in my palm. Engraved where my name used to be read the name: Arthur.

#creative writing #old writing #fantasy writing #fantasy writer #story writing #arthurian legend retelling #fairy tale #momo monsters #my writing

[thatseventiesbitch]

Welcome back to another installment of That '70s Show original scripts - this time we're looking at S2xE23 "Holy Crap!"

Special shoutout to my hubby, who put this in my stocking for Christmas 😘 (The cast signatures are a reprint, but still very cool!!) There were not a ton of changes to this episode, but as always, read on for my summary.

The first change is this cut line from Eric after Red's story about his destroyer going down during the war. Eric (feebly) starts a comeback, but decides against it. 🤣

The next cut moment is Eric talking to God on the driveway when he and Laurie decide to ditch church. Also: 😂

The dialogue between the guys in the next scene at The Hub is slightly different, though the scene ends up in the same place:

The ending of this scene is different. After Kitty tells them "if you want to spend eternity doing laps in a lake of fire, that's your choice!", Red tells the kids their mother is right. And that they should sit down and watch the Brewers game and think about it. 😂

There are two small changes in this scene: Eric's cut line - "Hey, you're both right" - and Donna calling Kelso 'Michael' 😵‍💫

This cut line was funny - after Hyde's eloquent rant about his views on organized religion and why he doesn't participate/attend church, Eric says, "Yeah, that's what I meant. That and the tie thing."

There is this cut (mini) Eric/Donna moment: Bob thinks Eric should be at church, confessing to his dirty, dirty sins. 😂 His comment annoys Donna.

And this one, too! Donna says 'hi' to Eric when they get to heaven 😂🥰

Red and Kitty's conversation here is a little different. Kitty says Eric is 'living like a rock star' because he's sleeping with the next door neighbor and not going to church *lmao*. Red seems to disagree - he has a cut line about Eric being seventeen, and starting to make his own decisions.

In the Circle, Eric continues to freak out/disassociate. 🤣

Then there's this cut moment between Donna and Jackie 👀

Jackie makes it clear she's not taking/hearing Donna's well-intentioned advice to avoid Kelso after he's cheated on her, and claims "now she has to go sleep with him". Donna calls her "dumb - and not regular dumb, like cheerleader dumb".

(I'm personally glad this exchange was cut. Both the Jackie sleeping with Kelso line, and Donna's comment - although I can understand her frustration!)

Finally, there are two short cut scenes at the end.

In the episode, the last scene is in the Forman living room. Kitty excitedly yells, "Ha! C'mon everybody, the Formans are going to church!"

In the script, the next scene cuts to the Formans and Pinciottis in church, presumably right after that.

Then there's this cut Leo/Pastor Dave duet, which was supposed to be the credits scene.

I feel robbed!!! I want to see these two characters singing Godspell, damnit! 🤣😂

That's all she wrote, folks! Thanks for reading along for another one with me, your host, @thatseventiesbitch 😊

Other Scripts I've Posted:

S2xE20 "Kiss of Death" S2xE22 "Jackie Moves On" S2xE26 "Moon Over Point Place" S5xE21 "Trampled Under Foot" S7xE8 "Angie"

#T70S Scripts #That 70s Show #That '70s Show #T7S #S2xE23 #Holy Crap! #Eric Forman #Donna Pinciotti #Eric and Donna #Eric x Donna #otp: mom and dad #Red Forman #Kitty Forman #Red and Kitty #Red x Kitty #Jackie Burkhart #Michael Kelso #Steven Hyde #Fez #Bob Pinciotti #Laurie Forman

[thebottomfromhell]

ONE-SHOT

Male Human Reader wit AHDH is too impulsive and the Hantengu Clones must be saving him

Requested by @tanakomio by a comment, I hope you like it.

Warnings: Non character human death and Slight non-sexual infantilization of reader.

You have a hard time thinking things through... well, depends. Sometimes you think too much into something, something that weirdly enough, everyone else deems it unimportant or just a detail of the whole picture. It's important to you. Other times, things that others say are extremely important and require your whole attention seem... secundary. That or they are simply boring enough for you to forget about them the second something more interesting appears in your mind.

That is one thing that you like about the clones, that there is always something to pay attention to. They are all different emotions, so each one is easy to understand by their own. It's easy to feel part of the group, at worst, and desired, at best. So it's good. They don't critizice your for your quirks, or tell you to "behave like a gentleman", or stop you from doing whatever you want, or ignore you or tell you to stop talking and listen to the other party for a while or to stop moving around, or that you missed the topic completely or nothing/everything. You adore being around them. To join in, so sometimes... you also forget that you are not like them and that they are not like you.

You need to remind yourself that they don't eat human food, specially when you like something yourself. Sometimes you have a meal or dish or dessert you just love and need to share it, only to have Sekido, Aizetsu and Hantengu remind you that they can't eat it without getting sick. Even when they tell you you sometimes still reassure it's safe, even getting a bit hurt by the rejection (nad the change in your tone make it notice, even if you yourself don't notice you sound angrier) until you remember... no, for them it's not. It's not that they are rejecting something you like, but they are built differently. It's even harder to forget as Karaku and Urogi do eat whatever treat you offer, but the reminder always end coming back with them throwing up shortly after. And all because your maing thought was "I love this so others must also love this hence I need to share it to share my love".

You also panic, sometimes, when they get hurt, moving around and playing with your hands, scratching your skin or pulling your head or whatever can help you think and avoid stress as they heal up. Still, sometimes you get too caught up in your thoughts and actions that you don't notice. Your main thought was "they got hurt and I need to help. How? I don't know how" and so. It takes a while for any of them to get your attention, alrady feeling distressed, and show you... they heal.

It happens with different things that your line of thoughts it's on another place, so it takes a while for you to remember "they can't enjoy the sunny day at the lake because they will burn", "you can't jump off the cliff with Karaku and Urogi because you will die while they will heal or fly", "you can't share your favorite dessert with them because they will get sick", "you can't stay awake until one of them sleep because they won't be sleeping at all", "you can't ask for family and friends because they don't have any", and so on, realizations always hit hard, even if you already had it once. They make sure to protect you, and Sekido with Aizetsu tend to be the ones to make sure you don't do anything too risky. Fighting is no different.

Now, for wxample, you just saw another man cut Aizetsu's neck, not fully beheading him, but still. You lost it, you got angy, stressed, so you didn't manage to listing Sekido from afar scream at you when you run out of your hiding spot "UROGI, Y/N OUT OF THERE! HE IS AT IT AGAIN! Y/N, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! DON'T YOU DARE DO ANYTHI- why do I even try?!" (they always try to hide you, but you get bored waiting for them to finish and too anxious of not being able to move so the still tend to check on you). Urogi, noticing, flies to the direction of the slayer that cut Aizetsu as you got near the other human, dropping another he was carrying to the air. Karaku makes the body Urogi had play away, making everything around him tremble with on swing.

That makes you stumble a little, and everyone that was using the ground for support flinch, which thankfully stopped the slayer to stab you out of reflex, as you didn't even notice the sword going to your direction. "" Urogi grabs you by the arms with his feets before moving you both to the side as Aizetsu stabs the slayer's spine and cut it up wit his spear, killing all the nerves in one swing, making it as painless as it can be from behind without going for the neack and skull. That was the last one.

"UROGI! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! I NEED TO AVANGE AIZETSU!" The named one sighs, Sekido palms his face and Karaku goes to catch you as Urogi does let you from a bit more of 7 feet height. You wouldn't have diend, but it would have hurt. Karaku does stumble a bit with catching your weight properly, you are not that heavy of a man for a demon to not be able to hold you, but he didn't want to hurt you by not catching you properly. "Hey, hey. Handsome. Aizetsu can heal. No need to get upset baby, look, he is completely fine right now and Urogi is about to eat the asshole that hurt him. It's all ok." It takes a time of soothing for you to process his words and turn around to see Aizetsu sitting quietly, raising his hand slightly to show he us there and fine.

"He is grown ass man, stop treating Y/N like a child!" Says Sekido, but you don't pay attention to him as you throw yourself to hug Aizetsu, glad that he is ok. "And can't you stay still when your life depends on it? We always have to go and save you brom your own impulsiveness!" Urogi talks with his mouth full. "Burth ya dn't da anythang." Sekido looks ready to kill him and Karaku as the pleasure clone laughes. Meanwhile it's Aizetsu's turn to scold you softly.

"See? I'm fine. Don't be so reckless next time, you could get hurt and that would make me sad." He knows it's useless to try, you will probably forget this conversation within a week or so, but he worries about you, thay all do the same way they care about you. So they will make sure that your hyperactivity, troubles paying attention and sometimes even lack of awareness of your surroundings don't kill you.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido

[charlewiss]

check yes, juliet / mick schumacher

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summary: mick and you have just started dating during the 2022-2023 break. he has to leave soon to start the season, but couldn't find a way to tell you how little time you two had left. what happens when time runs out for him? how could he fix it now?

word count: 1.775 words

warnings: parts like this are song lyrics. probably crappy ending cause apparently I don't know how to write good endings!!! also, the character is called juliet just to be accurate with the song but her name isn't really used. you can clearly put your own name over it haha

check yes juliet, are you with me?

he knew that avoiding a problem probably wasn't the brightest idea, but it was the only solution that mick found at the time. ever since your relationship began in the middle of the 2022-2023 break, after texting and seeing eachother back and forth during the previous season, he knew that soon enough you two had to stick to long distance due to his job and your career.

but he didn't know how to tell you. so he didn't.

of course you knew that eventually he had to go back to racing, and after all, you wouldn't dare to put yourself in the way of him achieving his dreams, but you didn't knew just how soon it was time for him to leave, again.

when there was one month left, mick thought he still had time. why would he ruin the 30 days that you two still had when you two could be making the most of it? knowing that -sooner rather than later- he would have to go back would make the passing days hurt a lot more. so he stayed quiet. you two would spend every waking moment together, and the nights were spent lost in eachother. and it was good. except for the clock ticking backwards on mick's brain.

and the clock almost run off. in two days time mick had to leave, and he hadn't found the way to tell you yet. corinna said that postponing it would only hurt more, but he didn't listen, and now two weeks had passed and he knew that he had fucked up massively. how could he tell you that he had to leave on friday morning now?

[3:33 pm] mick said: hey, you're busy?

[3:34] juliet said: just baking a lil something<33 what are u thinking about?

[3:35] mick said: want to have a picnic at the lake? angie needs to take a walk and i miss you

[3:36] juliet said: 4 pm it's alright with you?

[3:36] mick said: see you there baby

it was just over 4 pm and they had just arrived at the park, seated just beside the beautiful lake that had almost crystal clear water. it truly felt like a dream to you, even though mick was dreading it. after making a little small talk, chatting about his family, angie, how were you preparing to start the school year, and eating the cookies that you just took out of the oven, mick knew he had to break it off to you. it wasn't fair to keep you in the dark.

'hey, darling, I have to tell you something'

you had never seen mick quite like that. he was drawing shapes on your leg, which you learned he only did when he was too anxious about something. and your assumption was confirmed when he couldn't quite meet your eyes. 'what's wrong?' you asked him, while caressing his left cheek with your right hand. he leaned in your touch and closed his eyes, almost trying to freeze this moment in his memory. not wanting to let this moment go.

'i have to go... on friday' he said softly, and you almost didn't hear him. what? the blood in your face had seemingly run off and a sudden cold ran through your veins. so soon?

'i thought we had a bit more time' you said, still quite shocked. you took off your hand, and instead started petting angie that was by your feet. 'we had. i knew about it for almost a month. I just didn't want to ruin this' you looked at him shocked. a whole month.

mick's reaction time due to his job where extremely quick. and still, he could quite see how fast you got up and started running away. instead, he froze. and he knew, just as his mom had warned him, that he had fucked it up. after picking up your stuff in the quickest time he possibly could and grabbing angie, he started making his way back to your house that was just a couple of blocks away. he knew the road almost by heart now, and arrived in half the time it would normally take him. his fastest lap and he wasn't even in his car.

he was so into his thoughts, and thinking about every way that he could make it up to you, that mick hadn't noticed that the sky had turned almost black, and the clouds threatened to pour. when he reached your house, rain was already falling down on the sidewalk, soaking him wet. 10 missed calls and 20 unread texts later, he was growing impatient -and freezing cold-. after the thousandth time ringing the doorbell, the blue eyed boy started to play out his options. he wanted to make it right before leaving. 'i won't go until you come outside' he said, pounding at the door, knowing that you were inside listening. and still, you didn't answer.

when you peaked through the window and saw that he was still by your doorstep, hours later, all wet and, for sure, freezing cold, you couldn't avoid the sudden urge to send him a quick message, without answering to his previous texts.

[5:57 p.m] juliet said: go home mick

[5:57 p.m] juliet said: you'll freeze to death

[5:57 p.m] juliet said: we'll talk tomorrow

mick had been on the phone with his mother for a few minutes after he read the messages because he didn't know what to do. the blonde boy was seated at your doorstep, clothes tight due to the rain and with tears in his eyes when he realized that he won't get to talk to you today. he didn't know how he could focus on his job if he had to leave before you two could talk. he knew he couldn't afford to lose her, not when he tried to lessen the pain, only to backfire and cause you even more harm that he had intended to avoid in the first place.

after corinna scolded him -not really telling her son 'i told you so', cause she could hear how much mick was hurting from the other side of the phone-, she made him go back home, reminding him that you were a grown woman who could make her own decisions and that, eventually, you would hear him out when you were ready.

and still, that night, mick couldn't sleep. it was the first time in two months that he was sleeping alone, and it seemed like he had lost the ability to sleep without your warmth beside him. so he tossed and turned, until he grew tired of it. the clock told him it was 2 a.m, and he knew that you probably would be wide awake too, just like him, because your reoccurring nightmares were out of control without having the blonde boy by your side to calm you down.

check yes juliet, kill the limbo i'll keep tossing rocks at your window, there's no turning back for us tonight

[2:03 a.m] mick said: hey, you're up?

[2:04 a.m] mick said: can't sleep without you

[2:04 a.m] mick said: I have to leave tomorrow

[2:04 a.m] mick said: please let me fix this before i have to leave

[2:16 a.m] mick said: i'm outside

you lived just a couple of blocks away, so against his mother best judgment he decided to follow his own. when he arrived, he saw your night lamp on and by that he knew you were up. and he was right: even though you tried, you could sleep thinking about the blue eyed boy. you knew it was still too soon to face mick but if you didn't see him and talk it out before he left, you would regret it immensely.

you were taken off your thoughts when you heard the little knocks on your window. at first, you thought that it was on your imagination, until you heard them again a couple of seconds after. when you got close to the glass to see what was happening below, you saw him. 'c'mon, juliet. I know you're there. i'll keep tossing rocks at your window if you don't answer' mick shouted. god, your neighbors would kill you for sure if your boyfriend continued screaming into the quiet of the night.

trying to shut him up quickly, you got off the bed and made your way downstairs, opening the door as fast as you could once you found the keys. 'its 2 am, mick' you said matter-of-factly. the blonde boy sighed, already sensing the wall that you had put between you two, and how different your voice sounded compared to a few days ago when everything was right. 'can we talk, please?'

you knew that you were being maybe too hard on him, so you let him enter the house to go on with what he needed to say. after he sat on the couch, with his head in his hands, he continued, almost in a whisper. 'i know i should have told you earlier. I just didn't know how. we were having such a good time together, I didn't want to ruin it'

'yeah, but you should have told me, love. I knew that you had to leave. I'm not mad about it.' you said, still standing, but getting closer to where he was so you could gently stroke his hair. he leaned into your touch, now depositing his head on your stomach, still with his eyes glued to the floor. 'i know that you think we're not meant to be because of how different our lives look at the moment but I know we can make it work, darling' mick just couldn't hold the tears any longer and you felt it when his voice cracked at the end.

'come with me. you have a few weeks left before the school year starts. please' his blue eyes were now looking directly into yours. the room was dark cause the lights were turned off, but the moonlight that peeked through the blinds let you see the features in his face, staring softly at you. 'I won't leave without you'.

run, baby, run. forever we'll be you and me.

you sighed and rubbed your face with your hands, knowing that there was no possible outcome other than you agreeing to go with him. after a few seconds, you finally answered 'just two weeks'. immediately he was up on his feet and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. 'can we go to sleep now?' you giggled.

#f1 imagine #f1 x yn #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher blurb #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x y/n #mick schumacher one shot

[incognito-danganronpa]

DrV3 Birthplace Headcanons part 2!

Hello everyone! Thank you for all the likes and reblogs on my last post! In this post, I'd like to dig up more anscentral roots of drv3 characters.

Gonta Gokuhara - I had completely forgotten that Gonta's family was rich. Sorry, my fault. But since he did like the jungle(more like forest, because the only jungle in Japan is in Okinawa, and there's no repilites/wolves) . I think he lived in the rich forest in the Toyama Prefecture, which is the setting of the absolutely beautiful japanese movie Wolf Children, Yuki and Ame. If anyone hasn't watched it, I highly recommend it. It is just so heartfelt. I think Gonta could have been born in an affluent neighborhood in Tokyo(probably not Karuizawa, though, because of his plotline and all that) and they were in Toyama for a vacation when he got lost.

Maki Harukawa - This is sort of a shot in the dark, but I'm going to say way up north, like Hokkaido. It's the largest prefecure in Japan, but by no means the most populated. Most of it is either cow pastures or potato and corn farms. With its low population, it might be very ideal for a assasin training facility. A headcanon I have is that Maki was thrown into freezing lakes as part of her training---something that's definitely in Hokkaido. I have no concrete proof, but nowhere else really fits.

Ryoma Hoshi - The former High School refrences say Fukuoka, which is one of the top ten populated cities in Japan. There are also yakuza groups active in Fukuoka, mainly the Kudo-kai and Fukuhaku-kai. So plently of people who might go after him. The only ties to tennis I can find in Fukuoka is the Fukuoka International Women's Cup, which has nothing to do with him, but is pretty interesting netherless.

Angie Yonaga - DRV3 loves to make Angie's past so weird and fictional(like, Polynesian Island! How divine!) However, she's got to be at least part Japanese with her last name. My guess is Okinawa, the small tropical island area of Japan known for pineapples and sugar cane. Sort of fits, but again, canon is so weird I have basically nothing to support this.

#drv3 #ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #maki harukawa #gonta gokuhara #ryoma hoshi #angie yonaga

[selcouthangel]

Thank you @light-reading-from-middle-earthiddle-earth and @asherloki ❤️❤️for tagging me! I made a new post because the original was too long!

What's your name:- Angie

Your sun sign:- Scorpio

Last song you listened:- Fictional by Khloe Rose

Piercing:- my ears

Tattoos:- nope

Glasses? Contacts? :- yes I have a pair of glasses but i need new ones. I just use them to read... but i have short sightedness..

Last drink :- water

Any pets:- not really

Last thing you ate:- mango

Do you have crush on anyone:- not any real person, I fancy few celebrities and fictional characters. (same!)

Favourite fictional characters :- I have too many, i'll mention a few...bbc Sherlock, doctor who (the 10th doctor), John watson, Patrick Jane, Damon salvatore, Caroline Forbes, Klaus, superman, Dereck Shepherd.

A movie you think everyone should watch:- The wedding date!! My best friend's wedding, if only, I have so many.. I love those rom-com classics

A book everyone should read:- The house across the lake

The last place you travelled:- North Carolina

Something you're looking forward to: The end of the school year!!!! I cannot wait!! Middle schoolers are DRIVING ME INSANE!!!

I'm tagging

'm tagging all my friends and anyone else who wants to do it!

I’m tagging @classickook @frostandflamesfanfic @astudyinlaura @clueingf0rlooks @gaitwae

@meetmymouth @feral-for-strange @zuesue @strrvnge @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek @frostysfrenzy

@bakerstreethound @laneynoir @lykaonimagines @pradaxstyles @swiftmendeshoran @teigo-the-explorer

[softlimefluff]

Hey Ari!

If you're not swamped with requests already (and only if you want to of course!) would you make one of those lists for Ghiaccio please? Either way is totally fine by me!

By the way, Rohan loves you so much!

-Sal (@self-shipyard)

Hi Sal!! Thank you for your patience while I gathered links for this! Ghia loves you too mwa mwa <3

-Ghia's stand is inspired by The Beatles White Album, so definitely add it to your playlist rotations. My personal reccs are Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, Martha My Dear, and I'm So Tired

-For actual character themed merch, there's a Mini Ghiaccio figurine for a reasonable price and definitely bootleg but still cute Ghia tomonui, and this kitty Squadra themed keychain

-If you want sticker options, there's a transparent White Album one, tiny ghia figure, smol ghia head, and a no talk me I angy ghiakitty

-Taking inspiration from Ghiacchio's outfit, here's a pair of blue light filtering glasses (choose the shade "crystal red")

-white finger loop gloves like the ones he wears

-his pants look a lot like black and white stripe chef pants, so here's a unisex style with a wide range of sizes!

-for shoes, here's a red pair of converse and a pair of mint green laces

Taking inspiration from White Album the stand, here's a pair of white lace cat ears, a white cat ear beanie for the colder months, and even white cat ear light up headphones (I actually have these and I love them sm)

-a pair of yellow mirrored shield glasses, like White Album's visor

-to represent the purple kneepads, I picked a pair of purple legwarmers instead (smaller size and plus size)

-finally, this cool spiral stim toy to represent the purple spiral on the front of White Album's helmet

-leaning into inspiration from Ghia's ice powers, here's 2 snowflake pendants -- one silver with a central moonstone and the other inset with blue topaz all over

-if you want to carry a wintery mint reminder with you, there's this snowflake diffuser locket! You can drop mint oil (peppermint, spearmint, or wintergreen) onto the little felt pad!

-these acrylic ice cube earrings are another cute and funny nod to Ghia's ice (there's a short pair and long pair in this set)

-since we all know Ghiaccio could use some stress relief, here's a glittery snowball themed stress ball

-for a snowy themed nail polish, I found this opalescent essie one in the shade "crystal clear intentions"

-for another minty fresh Ghia inspiration, I recommend Lush's dirty springwash shower gel!!! It smells sooooo good and is the prettiest blue green color

-Rounding out the list with two bath and body works recs, here's a vanillamint mentha lip shine and a "frozen lake" 3 wick candle (the scent description online says lavender leaves, cool eucalyptus and juniper berries!)

-As always, I recommend writing your f/o a letter (either in a journal or on @ jojolovenotes), sketching your favorite screenshots, rewatching the episodes your f/o shows up in, and making a playlist inspired by your f/o (including their music namesakes).

#ghiaccio jojo #little irl things for your f/o #thank you thank you sal for being soooo patient #but I hope this list brings you some inspiration!!

[vespertin-y]

reviewing all the v3 characters likes/dislikes bc i am bored

KAEDE

likes: piano keys

dislikes: bicycles

her like is pretty basic, but...bicycles??? what the hell did bikes do to you, kaede?? the only thing i can think of is how in the bonus mode, most of the bad options are ones that could hurt her fingers, like cooking and basketball. is biking very dangerous for your hands? or maybe she just had a bad crash as a kid hpaksjhdhs

KIRUMI

likes: cleaning

dislikes: taking days off

workaholism is bad even if you love your job, kirumi >:(

HIMIKO

likes: small spaces

dislikes: the ocean

ONCE AGAIN I CEMENT MYSELF AS #1 HIMIKO YUMENO KINNIE...me too girl the fuck. i suppose her like of small spaces is a reference to how often magicians cram themselves into things, haha. (although they’re also just very comfortable..). her dislike doesn’t have much to do with her character, but frankly if you aren’t scared of the ocean you’re just wrong.

MAKI

likes: morning lake shores

dislikes: winter lake shores

is...is this a mistranslation? those things are not opposite of each other...it can still be morning in the winter, you know! i wonder where this comes from, anyway. there’s no way i can think of that this relates to her character 😅. does she like swimming in the mornings maybe???

TENKO

likes: nunchucks

dislikes: men

yeah that’s about what i expected...it’s a damn shame we never get to see her use nunchucks, though. i guess they probably don’t look as cool in dr’s low-animation style...

TSUMUGI:

likes: EVA foam

dislikes: disorderly queues

again, this is what i expected! EVA foam is what cosplayers use to make lightweight props, and she’s probably experienced some pretty miserable crowds from going to cons. no one likes a line that’s basically a mosh pit.

ANGIE:

likes: avocados

dislikes: humidity

she dislikes humid weather while coming from TROPICAL ISLANDS?? o7′s in the chat good lord. she loses points for liking avocados tho that shit tastes like wet grass.

MIU

likes: children’s television

dislikes: taking it easy

i’ve always found it cute that someone as vulgar as miu likes kid’s cartoons. sometimes you just need to relax and watch friendship and rainbows win the day, yeah? i get it. but also GO IN THE WORKAHOLIC PILE WITH KIRUMI, DUMBASS >:(

SHUICHI

likes: novels

dislikes: gossip

makes perfect sense! shuichi likes to read, and his parents were famous enough to have been in tabloids a lot, rip. i wonder what his favorite genre of novel is?

KAITO

likes: house plants

dislikes: the occult

him hating the occult is a common trope for this sort of character, but i’ve always found him liking house plants very funny. you go to his house and there’s a succulent on every spare surface...also, who’s going to water all those when you go to space???

RYOMA

likes: russian blues

dislikes: whitetip reef sharks

his favorite thing being a cat makes sense. but his dislike is SO SPECIFIC?? that ONE type of shark??? did he almost get eaten or

RANTARO

likes: extraterritorial rights

dislikes: cars

in line with the rest of rantaro’s character, this is the most suspicious shit i’ve every heard. ARE YOU DUMPING BODIES IN INTERNATIONAL WATERS, RANTARO. ARE YOU.

GONTA

likes: arthropods

dislikes: bananas

what’s interesting is that arthropods aren’t necessarily bugs! they include stuff like spiders and crabs, too. gonta does not discriminate he loves all creepy crawlies <333. i bet him disliking bananas is because of all the tarzan jokes though, ouch 😬.

KOKICHI

likes: carbonated drinks

dislikes: pig feet

p...pig feet? is this a japanese thing i’m not getting??? is it a food he dislikes?? does he just really hate cloven hooves????? EXPLAIN. anyway it says he likes all carbonated drinks, not just soda, which means he likes sparkling water, which means he has to DIE. L + ratio + you want your water to be BITTER and also BITE YOU?? + loser.

KOREKIYO

likes: straw ropes

dislikes: air conditioning

i’m assuming the air conditioning thing is a reference to how hard they always blast it in hospitals, oof. as for the ropes...well!

KIIBO

likes: 100-240 volts

dislikes: vending machines

that volt range is so specific i bet it’s a reference i’m not getting - how much he needs to charge, maybe? and i know the vending machines is a robot joke but i choose to believe it’s because his drink always gets stuck </3

#dr #mem says stuff

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

Despite having been erased from spacetime completely,

Aidan continues to exist because Angie somehow remembers him.

#Inspector Spacetime #Ripple Proof Memory (trope) #Ripple Proof Memory #Love Transcends Spacetime (trope) #Love Transcends Spacetime #The Big Crunch (episode) #Aidan Davies (character) #despite being erased #by the Gap #the Gap in the Wall #complete erasure #Angie Lake (character) #somehow remembers him #so he continues to exist #Back from the Dead (trope) #Back from the Dead

[elsternwick-rp]

Happy New Year + New Arrivals! (01-02-23)

 Good evening! Been a little bit since our last update, the Winter Break is always such a busy time at us here in Elsternwick, but we wanted to wish everyone following us, or anyone that may simply be visiting a happy and safe Happy New Year!

We hope that your 2023 is productive and amazing for you!

2022 in Elsternwick was quite a productive one! We had our very first Expedition (The Angel Expedition) begin, our very first Story Event (Emotions Run High), and had no shortage of fresh and interesting new faces arriving in Elsternwick, we couldn’t be happier with how the year turned out!

We’ll be doing our best to make 2023 even better and continue to improve the group and make it amazing for the players, and anyone else that might be visiting

To that note, we have updated the various pages we have on Elsternwick! They were a bit old and outdated, but have been given a fresh coat of paint! In particular the Locale page and the Past Events page has been updated after a year or more! We hope that this update to the page makes information easier to parse, and interests you in joining if you’re visiting!

In addition, we have a few new faces arriving in Elsternwick, so let’s get to welcoming them!

New Arrivals

The train has pulled into station, bringing with it many fresh new faces to Elsternwick, we hope you enjoy your stay here!

.Giffany (Gravity Falls) - Punkypine

Croix Meridies (Little Witch Academia) - Herc

Tatiana ( Fire Emblem Gaiden / Echoes: Shadows of Valentia) - Lia

Wraith Madoka (Puella Magi Madoka Magica: The Wraith Arc) - Box

We hope you enjoy your stay!

Secondly, we recently put out a new wave of castmate requests, these are requests from our various muns in Elsternwick who hope to have specific characters or series represented more, if you want to take a peek, look over here!

Requests

In Elsternwick, you are more than allowed to make requests for castmates, or more characters from a franchise that you feel could have some more representation, normally, we have a limit to these (Given our Anti-Flood rules!), and cap them at around 5 every 2-3 months, unsurprisingly, the requests for new characters were filled extremely quickly this time, so, for ease of access, we’re making a post summarizing the requests, as well as who requested them!

Bee (who plays Rina) would like more Love Live castmates, with a focus on Nijigasaki School Idol Club!

Angie (Who doesn’t play any TES characters!) would like some The Elder Scrolls characters with a focus on Morrowind or Daedric Lords!

Hennie (Who plays Henry Stickmin and The Right Hand Man) would like more Henry Stickmin characters, if possible! (Reginald Copperbottom is already here as well!)

Shin (who plays Mustache Girl!) would like more A Hat in Time Characters, and would like to see The Snatcher or Dead Bird Studios characters! (We already have Hat Kid!)

And Marina (Who plays Shiego “Mob” Kageyama) would like more Mob Psycho 100 characters, in particular requesting  Dimple, Ritsu, Teru or Tome! (We already have Reigen!)

And that about does it for character updates!

Our first event (Emotions Run High) is still going, which makes sense since we’re still early on in it! Many things are yet to develop fully, but if our player plans are anything to go off of, it’s going to be an amazingly fun time,. we can’t wait to see it!

Our first expedition (Angel Expedition) is still on going as well, and will soon reach it’s first checkpoint, allowing other players to leave and new ones to join, if they so desire! So, if you’re interested, be sure to keep your eyes open for the first checkpoint!

The Mountain Range’s lake mysteriously has gained a hidden cove behind the waterfall, it seemingly formed over night... what could be there? See for yourself in the new hidden cove channel!

And that about does it for our first update of 2023, thank you so very much for reading this far! We’ll do our best to make this an amazing year for everyone involved!

So, to whoever is following us already, or just visiting to find somewhere new to be, we hope you have a safe and happy week, as well as a great year!

Hope to see you soon and we look forward to whatever you’re up to this year!

#Elsternwick RP arrivals #Elsternwick announcements #discord rp #discord rp server #discord rp group

[rpgchoices]

Sometimes I really want to read a short summary of what to expect from a game… and thankfully people can also submit their summaries of games they played and help me (and others) find games that cater to their interests!

submitted by @lairofsentinel

(click here for other videogames)

what to expect from LAKE

A very slow-paced “adventure” game [calling it adventure is very generous]. It feels more like a vacation from any action-adventure game you have played, since the “adventure” narrated here can be more accurately described as “slices of the main character’s life”.

You play Meredith, delivering mail and packages in a remote town by the lake, meeting characters that may need your help in mundane, daily stuff: hairdresser, bureaucracy paperwork, watching a movie with a teenager whose parents forbid her to do so, etc. You can choose to spend time with them in your free time or remain alone at home, reading or watching TV.

The depth of these characters you spend time with in order to get to know better is not really big. The whole game stays at a very superficial and relaxing level. 

Sometimes it can be very boring to ride the mail truck through the streets. However, the game has some mechanics to allow you teleportation and auto-pilot, so you only enjoy the scenery, which is very relaxing: it’s a town surrounded by forests and a beautiful big lake. 

You can romance two chars: a “manly” lumberjack who is a loner called Robert, or a total movie nerd who owns the local video shop in town: Angie. The romance here is super simple and shallow, as all in this game is.

Animations are not really good. The conversations with the characters tend to be done in a very static way. 

Very short game with only 6 hours of game, more or less. 

 ——- Plot? ——-

You play as Meredith Weiss, a 30 y/o computer programmer, who really needs a break from her job. To do so, she returns to her birthplace: a small town by a big, beautiful lake. Here, she spends her 15 days of vacation working at the post office of the town, delivering packages and mail locally. In the process she meets people from her childhood and can decide to reconnect with them or not. She also meets new faces that potentially can end up in romance. Despite all this relaxing time, every day your boss calls you on the phone, forcing you to work in your free time while sounding good-intended and friendly.

——- Gameplay? ——- 

You move Meredith along the town, and make her ride a mail truck. You have to stop in front of houses and give them their packages or leave their mail in their  mailboxes. There is no way for you to make a mistake: the game doesn’t allow you to put mails in mailboxes that are not exactly the correct one. 

You can pick options in the dialogues when having a conversation with other characters. Their impact is not too big: you can reconnect with old friends, or let the relationship stay as cold as time made it. 

There are two chars in this town that you can romance: Robert and Angie. 

——- Characters? ——- 

Meredith Weiss, plus all the many secondary chars that belong to this town. 

 ——- LGBT? ——-

Since playing as Meredith is default, there is a very deliberated option to allow Meredith to pursue a lesbian relationship with the owner of the local video shop: Angie Eastman. However, the game doesn’t behave in the same way if you pursue her romance as if you pursue the heterosexual romance. The town is completely blind to their lesbian relationship, while, on the other hand, the whole town keeps pushing Robert against Meredith even when you play having zero intentions to romance the lumberjack man. In fact, it ends up being very annoying that just because Meredith helped Robert in a bureaucratic issue, the town calls them now lovebirds, while if you kiss Angie, the town says nothing, and keeps having those annoying comments towards Robert as if the relationship with Angie was not there. It’s true that both relationships are in a very early stage, and one can justify that the town doesn’t get the hint what’s going on between Angie and Meredith. However, as I said before, they have no problem in calling Meredith and Robert “lovebirds” whether they are in a relationship or not.

Another detail in this game is how the lesbian kiss was obviously obscured in its scene, while the heterosexual kiss is completely open and shown without any kind of cover or discretion. 

——- Sadness level? ——- 

None. It’s a very relaxing and chilling game. 

——- Happy ending? Deaths? ——-

This game has multiple endings that depend only on your final decision at the end of the game: what are you going to do after these two weeks. 

The options are: 1) to stay in town as a mail delivery, 2) to return to the city and overwork for years since your boss is unable to let you have free time, or 3) to  live on the road, inside a VR that a hippie couple gave you.

#lake #what to expect #lairofsentinel

[the-unspeakable-tsar]

X-Manson - Chapter 3 by Doctor Benway - Annotated by Tsar

We are introduced to an x-character almost Nobody talks about and an avenger, nobody talks about. That's right, everyone Firestar and Vance Astro.

[Shot of a couple in a very high-tech space, also presumably underground. They're both in spandex, and both look very fit and very white in a sort of Middle American kind of way. Somehow, it is also obvious that they're not the brightest bulbs in the chandelier.]

*Doctor Benway: These two are the dumbest motherfuckers to ever exist.

[Caption: Vance and Angelica Astrovik, Avengers; New York, NY]

Angelica Jones, Firestar and Vance Astro, Justice. I don't care for Vance. But, curiously, The Avengers are present in some form in this au. You would think that this is a world that cant sustain them and we know very little of their full roster.

VA: We got picked up at the airport by Scott Summers. He picked up Doug from the bus station in White Plains on the way.

Int: Did you sense anything ususal?

AA: Summers kind of weirded us out. He didn't say anything. He was waiting for us, holding up a sign with my name on it as I came off the plane. Vance was there with him. It's how we met.

VA: I was so glad to see you. Summers had met my plane an hour earlier and hadn't said anything to me. I asked him some questions, but he just dismissed everything I said with a Yes or a No until I gave up.

Int: Did you have any idea of what awaited you at the house?

VA: We were pretty nervous, but we had no idea what was coming.

AA: No idea at all.

[Shot: Doug & Marie-Ange Ramsey]

DR: If I had been religious, I'd have said it was like something out of Hell. Going there totally killed off any belief I'd had that there was a God. No God would have allowed that place to exist.

*Dramatic young man.

MAR: But you didn't know that then.

DR: No, not then. Not on that visit.

Int: Did you see anything that disturbed you?

DR: Nothing, at first. On the drive in, I met Vance and Angie, but we were all kind of nervous. Summers kind of projected this weird cone of silence, and I didn't even ask them their names until we got to the School. Xavier and McCoy met with me in this really slick office. Xavier asked me some questions, but he seemed kind of pre-occupied and not really interested. McCoy was the one who really took an interest and asked all the questions.

Int: What kind of questions?

DR: Going-to-the-doctor-type questions. Height, weight, blood type, any loathsome diseases, all that kind of thing. I suppose I should be glad I've still got all my original parts.

*asking questions before removing organs.

Int: Do you think that Xavier tried to take control of your mind?

DR: Someone was sure trying to do something. It felt like a worm was trying to crawl around in my head, but as soon as I'd think that I'd forget it. It was weird.

Int: But you still felt that you were in control.

DR: I still was. I'm resistant. Almost all the survivors were. If you had no innate defenses, there was no protection. I've got protection now. This entire house is a Faraday cage, buried 10 feet below the ground. No psi is ever going to get in here.

Int: You still worry about an attack?

DR: I won't risk it. Never again.

MAR: It won't. I'm sure that our guest would like to know what happened next.

DR: We had a tour of the grounds, which I thought was kind of weird, because I wanted to see what was inside. Computers, science labs, that sort of thing. Instead they showed us the forest and the lake and the boathouse.

Int: Did you meet any of the staff?

DR: Jean Grey, Summers, Logan, McCoy, the Irish guy, the Russian guy and his sister. There were two students there, Sam Guthrie and the one I'll call Psyche. Besides me, there were three other kids visiting. Vance, Angelica and David.

Irish Guy, Sean Cassidy Banshee

Russian Guy, Piotr Rasputin, Colossus

His "sister", Illyana Rasputina(?)

Sam Guthrie, Cannonball

Psyche, Dani Moonstar

David Haller, Legion.

My poor girls and Sam are here in this terrible place.

Int: David Lehnsherr?

DR: Yes.

#marvel #x men comics #charles xavier #Angelica Jones #Illayna Rasputina #Magik #piotr rasputin #sean cassidy #David Haller #legion fx #Dani Moonstar #vance astrovik #The Avengers

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

The Lake House

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/E7tC5kN

by Eternal_Love_Song

After waking up from the killing game, the participants all go to Rantaro's family lake house to try and heal. Miu, Kokichi and Angie have some growing pains as they try to heal together.

Words: 5782, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Oma Kokichi, Iruma Miu, Yonaga Angie

Relationships: Iruma Miu/Oma Kokichi/Yonaga Angie, Iruma Miu/Oma Kokichi, Oma Kokichi/Yonaga Angie, Iruma Miu/Yonaga Angie

Additional Tags: Killing Game Was A Virtual Reality Simulation (Dangan Ronpa), Recovery, Domestic, OT3, Polyamory, Developing Relationship, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Everyone Needs A Hug, Iruma Miu Being Iruma Miu, Insecurity, Misunderstandings

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/E7tC5kN

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr