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#the thing is I'll still keep on searching on those sites because I did find some books I enjoyed there
3hks · 1 month
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How to Get Better at Writing Without Actually Writing
Are you looking to improve your writing without needing to write? I'll admit, I am definitely that kind of person--I have the hardest time even finding something interesting to write--despite that, I have noticed that my writing has vastly improved over the past year or two when it was hardly a hobby, and here's how I did it!
ANALYZE DIFFERENT WORKS
Yes yes, everyone tells you to READ, READ, and READ, even I will agree. However, unlike what some people tell you, you don't actually have to read all those classics like Heart of Darkness or The Hobbit. Of course, those books are very beneficial, but if you find no interest in those types of books (like me), then don't read them!
If you prefer reading casual stories posted by online authors, whether it be a fanfiction or their own, original story, it still qualifies as reading! As long as you are able to find a work that you particularly enjoy, that's all you need!
When reading, the key to improving at writing is to always study the story. Take a moment to look at certain words or phrases that stick out to you. How does the author use them? What do they mean? Keep track of the characters' development and how it affects them. Additionally, note things like powerful scenes, dialogue, and more to have an idea of how you can create something just as impactful. For example, if a text made you cry, think about how and why you reacted like that. This can actually help you re-create events that hold the same effectiveness, if not more!
To add on, if you really dislike reading just that much, then you can always analyze things like shows, movies, etc. However, this will prove to be less efficient because you often don't get access to the text behind the shows. Still, it's a good way to study the plot, characters, character developments, dialogue, and relationships!
2. PROOFREADING
No, I'm not saying that you should be an editor; this actually ties back to my first tip. Remember how I said that if you don't want to read classics, then don't? Well, this is because forcing yourself to read them is completely unnecessary (unless you like them or want to write like the author, of course). As a matter of fact, reading poorly written stories can be very helpful for improvement!
When we read books or novels that have obvious grammar errors, repetitive words, and choppy sentences, we will realize these mistakes and point them out to ourselves. Being able to scout out faults means that we are able to learn from them and grow! Noticing these things will also help prevent you from making the same or similar mistakes!
3. STUDY TIPS ONLINE
I used to go search up websites on Google whenever I wanted help with a certain topic. Of course, not all of the sites are reliable and/or helpful, but some point out good ideas that a couple of us just need! This can be especially useful regarding the things that we are unfamiliar with when writing. They can offer a base foundation and tips on how to start and finish!
They can also serve as a great inspiration for fresh ideas and new perspectives!
Yes, these three tips are pretty simple; however, I have found that they work very well for me! People vary from person-to-person, so it can't be guaranteed the same effect, but this is the best I got! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! <3
Happy writing~
3hks :)
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solradguy · 6 months
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Hey Sol! I remember quite a while ago, someone asked you about how to get into archiving stuff and you answered with a little guide of sorts of useful programs/websites/etc.
Do you still have that guide up? Is there somewhere I can learn more in-depth about how to begin archiving too?
Tumblr search is failing me and I can't find that post now... So! I'll type it again. Lately I've been thinking about writing some kind of "archivist's manifesto" type thing for my Neocities in an effort to hype people up about archiving and to guide them on how to do it. When I write that up I'll post it here too.
Here's a big post I wrote on how to scan books and where to upload them (this is also linked in the big GG masterpost that's in my pinned): https://solradguy.tumblr.com/post/722512206034501632/sol-radguy-scanning-guide
That guide also has some tips on photo editing that may be useful for non-book scanning stuff, like some free program alternatives.
I've tried finding professional guides on how to archive media but most of them are written for people looking to archive family photos/things and not web media or physical books. None of them have been very helpful, honestly. One thing they recommend doing that I think IS helpful though is the rule of 3: Keep 3 copies of an archive somewhere. A physical hard drive, cloud storage, a second hard drive stored separately from the first (in case of accidents/hardware failure), uploaded to separate file hosts, and printing new physical copies are some. Doing any 3 of those is highly recommended. I do the two hard drives and cloud storage/file hosts ones. My hosts are generally Archive.org, Neocities, and Google Drive.
Be very careful about trusting image hosting sites with valuable scan data because they come and go like the wind. Photobucket, Tinypic, Imageshack... They're either dead or require a premium to host files now, which doesn't help hobby archivists at all. Imgur's demise is on the horizon. It's just the way it goes with these due to how expensive and space-consuming image hosting is.
Absolutely 1000% do not ever use just Discord for archiving/hosting things. Nothing on that platform can be backed up easily or with automation, and the guys that run it have already made weird choices the community didn't want while also putting more and more things behind the Nitro paywall. I suspect they're going to kneecap image and file hosting some day soon, too.
For archiving someone else's files, something that helps greatly (if it can be done) is either including the source of the file in the file's name or writing a separate document with the sources and whatever other additional information there is.
Here's a basic example of some Sol images from my Sol folder:
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The first two are from the Counterside collab event and then the second two are official art but the file names are descriptive and it saves time sourcing them for things later. For archiving fan art/fiction, the filename is a good place to put the artist credit. Something like [Artwork Title]-[Artist Name]-[Original File Creation Date].format ("Sol Badguy Missing Link - Daisuke Ishiwatari - May 14 1998.jpg," or however you wanna organize the folder) works good.
Windows 11 didn't like working with Japanese text in file names for some of the Vastedge stuff I archived and I had to translate/romanize them. If you can't read Japanese/source's language, just do your best (number them instead?) and include the native language text in a .TXT file if possible.
A more complex example from the Vastedge .TXT doc:
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The Vastedge materials archive is pretty dense and had a lot of contributors so the first half of the .TXT document's just credits for who did what. This is useful for if something gets lost because we'll know who to go bother about it. Among other things.
The next section is a long stack of details about the files themselves. I won't paste the whole thing here, it's pretty long. It covers how the archive came to be, issues with some of the files, how the files were obtained, and some other stuff:
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The last half of the .TXT doc is a listing of the folder contents. I included this for quick reference and because sometimes archives get fractured by people only reuploading certain parts of it. Future archivists or anyone else going through this archive now have a list of what should be in there and will know if something is missing.
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Archive.org/Wayback Machine has a browser extension for quickly archiving webpages. I have that and WebP / Avif Image Converter by Nullbrains (Chrome, might be on Firefox?) installed to quickly archive pages and convert image files as I save them.
In summary:
Upload/store things in multiple places
Include credits wherever you can, however is easiest for you
Try to keep files in the most widely compatible formats (jpg, gif, bmp, png, tiff, mp3, mp4, txt, pdf, flac, etc). Google's .DOC, Clip Studio Paint's .CLIP, and similar file formats meant for a specific piece of software may not be supported in the future.
A bad/incomplete archive is better than no archive at all. Consider how exciting Sappho poetry fragments are compared to what it would be like if we didn't have anything. Don't worry about making it "perfect."
Hope that helps some!! I'll try to write the manifesto for my NC soon
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cellard0ors · 1 year
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"I don't know any Laura!" Travis cries in annoyance and she just lets out a little huff, "No, of course you don't."
Travis opens his mouth to argue further, because he's angry that she's acting like he should know who she is and is feeling guilty (just the littlest tiny bit), because she sounds so sad about it.
Laura is trying to cover it, playing it all off as if she doesn't care, but he's not completely lacking in empathy. He can tell she's hurt. Deeply.
And all because he doesn't know her or remember her and he's really wracking his brain, but nothing is coming to him.
Why would he even know someone her age? Maybe she worked at his brother's summer camp? He hopes to God she's not related to one of the women he's picked up at Dixie's Roadhouse.
And he knows he hasn't picked her up, because he would definitely remember that. It would be hard to forget eyes like hers.
It would also be hard to forget someone with such a smart mouth as she snarks, "Look, you might not remember me, but I remember you. And the Travis Hackett I know would help me. Because he was helpful!"
"Hey! I'm plenty helpful!" He volleys back, " Might just be I don't like helping fishy brats who curse my family!"
"I didn't do that! And neither did Silas! He might have bitten your nephew, but it was an accident! I ran off with him because I wanted to protect him and because I wanted to fix this! And I can fix it, if you'll just shut up and stop being such a shit for brains!"
He raises an accusatory finger and shakes it her face a couple of times as if steeling himself before saying what he wants to say.
Finally he points the shaking finger back to the lake, "If I wasn't worried about you swimming off, I'd chuck you right back into that water like the bad catch you are!"
"... you done?" Is her laconic return and he lets out a harsh breath, muttering beneath it 'Jesus, probably forgot you on purpose!' before just sighing and waving at her to speak her piece.
"I searched for years for a cure. Silas was born the way he is, so, technically there is no cure for him. But there is one for those he's bitten. It's a complex mixture of various magical ingredients, all of which I've gathered save one."
"And that is?"
"Witch's bone." Laura gives him a grim smirk, "So, aren't we lucky a witch died here."
"Who? Eliza Vorez?" He rolls his eyes, "Good luck. After we cleaned up the fire the next day, the Harum Scarum site disappeared on us. We haven't been able to find it since."
"That's because Eliza's shrouded it in her dark magic. She didn't die from the fire itself. She must have died from something else. Because if she'd burned directly, she'd be dead AND gone. But she's not gone..."
Laura shakes her head, "No, if she was gone, Silas and I wouldn't still be locked in one of her spells."
"Which is?"
"We don't age." She looks pointedly at him, "Neither of us."
...she says this like it's some sort of clue. If it is, Travis doesn't know what it's for. Instead, he's more caught on, "You're saying that while she's dead, she's not gone - so, what? She's a ghost?"
Laura nods, "A vengeful one. It's why she's hidden the location of the Harum Scarum's remains from you. But with Silas here, that enchantment should break."
"Why?"
She looks away, her voice soft, "Harum Scarum...the cage he was in... that's the closest thing Silas has to a home."
Travis slowly digests that and Laura looks at him, big eyes earnest, "Her enchantment can't keep him from it. He knows where it is and I know where he is. Promise not to hurt him and I'll take you there. I'll take you there, we'll get some of her bones, and we'll cure your family."
He licks his lips and looks out over the water. He then looks back at her, "If you're not being straight with me..."
"I am." She gets to her feet, her legs apparently dry enough now to work, "I promise."
"I don't put much stock in your promises."
Laura's eyes suddenly take on a glassy sheen, as if forming tears, and she blinks them away with a sniff, "You used to."
And then she's off.
Travis follows behind her. They walk for miles, twisting through darkened woods and muddy trails. The terrain is less than kind to him, but he takes it in stride, keeping up with her as best he can.
As they walk, Laura asks over one shoulder, "So...your sheriff now..."
Travis is reluctant to answer, but does anyway, "Yeah."
"Do you like it?"
"...it's okay." He doesn't understand why she's asking. It's silent for a time and then she starts again, "Are-? Are you... married?"
...the way she asks, like it's painful...
"No." He says it simply, truthfully, "I'm not married."
"Divorced?"
"No."
"Kids?"
"No."
"Seeing any-?"
"What the hell are you doing?" He asks with bite, "What's with the twenty questions."
"I just..." Laura lets out a hefty exhale, "I just want to know who you are."
"From what you've implied earlier, you know who I am!" Travis snaps, "And frankly, I'm getting a little sick of this little girl lost act you're trying to pull with me! I don't know you and I don't know how you know me and I don't-!"
His angry diatribe ends sharply when Laura gasps 'Look!' and points ahead. Sure enough, he sees the remnants of Harum Scarum.in the distance.
Six years...and this is his first time seeing the spot again. The air feels thick, laced with tension and Travis can instinctively feel the danger here. It's neigh omnipresent and a heavy weight hits him, begging him to turn back.
He'll do no such thing.
Travis doesn't even care if he dies tonight, so long as he sees an end to this curse. So long as he saves his family. They're the most important thing in the world to him. There's nothing else.
"Nothing else..." An echoey voice rings out and Travis feels the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He turns with alarm and there, right behind him, is an ethereal creature.
A ghost.
Just like Laura said.
The ghost looks at him with the pale, milky eyes of the dead and she whispers, "I can hear your thoughts ever so lightly on the air...I know what you want to do..."
"Vorez." Laura looks murderous as she steps closer to Travis, as she aims the light of her flashlight at her.
The light easily pierces through the spectre, who purses her wrinkled lips at the sight of Laura, "My wayward child...here to betray me. My sweet Silas would never hurt me. But you...you've been a thorn in my side since day one! I should've never taken you..."
"But you did!" Laura shouts at her, "You took me and now I'm going to end you once and for all! Send you back to Hell where you belong!"
"Oh ho, and how are you going to do that, my dear?" Eliza looks frightening, a cunning smile practically ripping open her misty face, "By burning my bones? Making them into dust for your precious cure? Well... you'd have to find them first and they're well guarded. Guarded by my good, dear boy..."
Laura is glaring at her, but Travis sees a slight tremble work through her wiry frame. Eliza enlightens him on why, "In this form, Silas won't respond to you. His inner wolf has him. A beast closer to me than you - he'll guard my bones, protect them."
Her gaze turns to Travis, "And he'll rip your love apart."
"Your-?" Travis looks from Eliza to Laura and then back again, "What? What the hell are you-?"
"Oh, that's right!" Eliza gasps dramatically, "Poor thing doesn't remember."
"Eliza..." Laura starts threateningly, but the ghost is undeterred, "I'm sure you've heard of mermaids and sirens...but, people often confuse the two. Mer creatures live under the water. Sirens are avian beings. But, at one point, they had an accord and the Sirens passed on little secret, a little spell, one they taught the Mer..."
"Eliza," Laura tries again, flashlight raised as if ready to be used as a weapon, "Don't."
"They taught them how to sing. How to manipulate humans through song - it made it so they could do all sorts of things, from luring men out to sea to drown them, to seducing young women from their homes, to even-!"
"ELIZA!" Laura roars, but the ghost just drops, "-making someone forget something."
Then, just to twist the knife, "Or someone."
Travis turns to Laura now. The girl is fully shaking. From head to toe. She knows Travis. He doesn't know her.
Or he thinks he doesn't.
Travis blinks at her, "You...sang to me?"
Laura lets out a sob.
"Took my memory?"
Another sob, a moan, and Laura covers her mouth, looking devastated. Travis doesn't know why. He also doesn't know how to feel.
And then he does.
He does, because a freezing ice cold envelopes his body, Eliza's ghostly arms wrapping around him from behind as she hisses in one of his ears, "She did it to protect you. But I'm going to return it. To hurt you."
Travis cries out in agony. His skull suddenly feels like it's going to explode in two. Imagery floods into his mind's eye, followed by old sounds and flashes of moments and memories, memories, so many, many memories.
When he can think again, he's on his knees, and Eliza is gone and Laura is crying and holding on to him, begging him to wake up and come back and when he does, he sees her there.
Laura...
Laura right in front of him.
His Laura.
"I..." Travis's voice comes out rusty, as if he'd been screaming earlier and just stopped, "I know you..."
Laura whimpers his name and Travis takes her face in his hands, "I know you."
She's crying and she turns some, kisses one of his palms, and there's so much to say, to do, but neither of them can do anything, as a horrible howl rings out.
A werewolf's howl.
And it's close. Very close.
Eliza, still behind them, looks terrifyingly pleased, "So sweet. Together at last. Just in time to watch each other get torn apart."
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sparrowsage · 1 year
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Give me a fic with the following theme: broken boned
This got me really excited!
This takes place right after Sparrow escapes from the Warehouse. TW: implied minor character death (years ago), broken bones (not graphic), cursing, slightly implied noncon, implied noncon threats(I believe anyways) If I missed any warnings, let me know and I'll add them!
Damon ran his hands through his hair as he paced in front of Logan’s bed in the medical ward in the facility, letting out a frustrated sigh. He had only returned from his trip away hours ago only to find Logan unconscious at the bottom of a staircase and Sparrow nowhere to be found. After finding Logan, Damon had searched everywhere in the facility for his pet, hoping, praying he was still in the facility, but no one had seen him after they saw Logan retrieve his pet from his office. 
This couldn’t be happening, it couldn’t! None of the pets had ever escaped the Warehouse, what was he supposed to do? Jameson was going to flip once he found out, and Damon wasn’t excited to be on the other end of that rage. The Keeper had debated sending out a search party, but he didn’t know how long Logan had been out and the facility was in the middle of nowhere, the nearest city or town at least half an hour away by car. They wouldn’t be able to find Sparrow without raising suspicion. 
Damon glanced over to Logan’s bed when the other made a groan of pain, disrupting Damon from his thoughts. He had to bring Logan here, it was mandatory, but the Keeper hadn’t set up any sort of pain meds or much relief. The only relief the younger Keeper got was his leg up in some sort of sling, keeping pressure off the obvious break. The doctor on site would be in the following morning to assess the damage and make up a plan. 
“Look who finally decided to wake up,” Damon growled, moving so he was standing at the end of the bed. Logan didn’t open his eyes for another few moments, but Damon could see him tense slightly as he heard his voice. When Logan did open his eyes, he tried to relax his face in that of a greeting. 
“D-Damon, you’re back,” he stumbled, trying to shift to sit up, but he let out a hiss of pain as the motion tugged at his leg. “What’s going on, why am I in here?” 
Damon scoffed at the question, shaking his head slightly. “You’re in here because it’s mandatory to have any staff member looked at if they sustain an injury on site. If it were up to me, you’d be strung up in a showing room in the most painful way imaginable for all eyes to see.” 
The remark caught Logan’s attention quickly, his face going pale. He attempted to speak, but Damon cut him off before any noise could leave his mouth, his voice dripping with venom, “How many fucking times have I told you to stay away from what’s mine? To not touch those that I’m training?”
Logan’s fearful expression turned to that of slight frustration, “He isn’t yours, you don’t own him, and you let other Keepers in on him all the time! I was simply trying to see how much he had learned while being with you.” 
Damon raised an eyebrow, letting out another scoff, his hands gripping the end of the bed hard enough his knuckles were white. “I only let others in if it’s a special event or if it’s for a training exercise and I don’t need you fucking up his training process again! He probably wouldn’t have ended up with me if you hadn’t killed the only thing making him comply, but he’s actually making progress with how I’m teaching him. Making him comply out of fear will only build up resistance that will surface once the threat is gone. He isn’t yours to train anymore, Logan, and hasn’t been for quite some time.”
Logan could only stare at Damon for a few moments, not knowing what to say. His hands clenched into fists at his side as he continued to stare down Damon, who’s expression was only getting darker by the minute. 
“This won’t go unpunished,” Damon said darkly, moving so he was standing beside the bed, right next to Logan’s broken leg. He moved his arm and grabbed hold of his knee, his grip tight as he leaned forward towards Logan’s face. The younger Keeper’s face twisted into pain and he let out a sharp cry as Damon’s grip only grew tighter. 
“Jameson will know it was you who let him escape and if this place gets breached? You’ll be the one to blame. Be lucky you’re not in a collar, chained to the floor in my office, because if you were, I’d make your life an absolute living hell and then some.” With that, Damon let go, pushing Logan’s leg away from him before he walked towards the exit of the medical ward, leaving Logan fighting back tears as he tried to calm down the pain in his leg.
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exploringislamjourney · 3 months
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Why I started researching
I'll be honest: it was this most recent bout of attacks against Palestine (2023).
Whether you see it as an opportunity for people outside of the faith to learn, or as another trend/personality type for people all over the internet, is your perspective. As for me, having grown up with the images of the Middle East that my country's media has shown, I decided it was high time to get the other side of the story.
I've never hated Muslims, or Islam, or Middle Eastern people as a whole. I was in 4th grade when I witnessed 9/11 on television, and grew up in a school system that showed documentaries and played audio in subsequent years, as if I could ever forget the imagery from that day. I didn't have access to the internet at home, nor did I have reason to look further into what was going on. I'm not even sure I would have been able to find an unbiased source of information at the time (i.e., not favoring the Western depiction of the Middle East). All I had was the tragedy, the empathy to know that the Islamophobic attacks in the US and elsewhere were wholly undeserved, and the information given by local and national news.
I'll be honest: when I first read an article about October 7th, I sighed. "Here we go," I told my husband, sensing an incoming something of horrible proportions. Soon after, though, I searched up Palestine on TikTok, and I saw just how flippant my weary phrasing had been. Left and right, I saw horrible images and videos---things that should never happen to anyone, ever. But I kept watching, because I could see the censorship, the redirection of the Western narrative to favor their allies and not address the heinous things that the US, among others, have contributed to during this time. I educated myself on a history I should have looked into sooner, and realized what many have known long before me: this began before October 7th, 2023, no doubt about that.
It wasn't long before I saw a TikTok wherein a young woman (Catholic, I believe?) marveled at the faith of the Palestinians in Gaza, even as they lost everything and everyone. She said something to the effect of, "I know I wouldn't be able to handle it, if I lost what they did. I would lose my faith." It was then that I realized that, for all the Bible reading I did while growing as a Christian (from elementary school, up to my second year at community college), I never touched the Quran. I couldn't ever recall seeing one at a bookstore, either. Out of curiosity, and an honest effort to understand a different experience to my own, I found a site that offered a free English translation of the Quran (it actually started out as a search to see if any existed, and ended in me filling out a form on the "Why Islam?" website). A few weeks later, I received said translation, along with a handful of informational pamphlets.
Alongside starting to read this English translation, I started watching videos of people who had reverted. I was specifically curious about those who shared similar backgrounds to myself, to hear their reasons for reverting to Islam. But I soon found myself leaning so far into the good feelings I got, I lost sight of figuring out things for myself. So, I stopped watching those videos, because my first mistake would be listening to other people and not to God. (Keep in mind, I'm still very on the fence at the moment. Years of believing there is no god, let alone God, makes a stance pretty steadfast.) Since I kept hearing in those videos that reading the Quran was how God speaks to those who read it, though, I decided that would be my first step.
Since one of the claims of Islam is that the Quran is not self-contradictory, I wanted to see what kinds of potential contradictions others had put forward. I found a list, and I've been going through it slowly but surely, and plan to post my findings on this blog. Mind you, they're initial impressions in which I give my opinion on what I've read as potential proofs of contradictions within the Quran, as well as whether I think there is a contradiction present. I've had several times when I haven't found contradictions, some that I think could be answered by the original Arabic, and others I'm still on the fence about. And while it's risky to ask this on the internet, I would ask for any kind individuals willing to be patient and help me to understand the Quran from an Islamic point of view. I welcome engagement, and will do my best to engage as frequently as I am able.
I also have questions about the religion in general. I've been toying with the idea of filling out an outreach form to connect me with a Muslim who can do this, as well as thinking about visiting a mosque to see what it's like. But I'm putting this off until I finish reading my translation (currently about to start Surah/Chapter 17 as of 1/5/2024), so that if I still want to reach out in this way, I will know better then than I do now.
I decided to put all this into a virtual format, not only for personal outreach in the name of research, but maybe also for those who can't (for one reason or another) pursue this research for themselves. All that I hope for is that I'm not the only one who benefits from this, and that through my journey, I may be connected with those who ask and those who answer, alike.
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Dorothy, Volume 1 (2005) Background // Part 1 of 3
Today I wanted to talk about and show off Dorothy, Volume I (2005). 
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This book is my biggest scanning project to date (148 pages). So it took quite a while to scan and edit this book. Same goes for writing this post. For tumblr's sake, I've broken it up into 3 parts.
This is Part 1 of 3. See the end of the post for links to the other 2 parts.
Part 1 will focus on my sorta deep dive into the wayback machine for information on this comic, and the cool stuff I found out about it!
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This book is a collection of the first four chapters of the Dorothy comic, which is based on the story The Wizard of Oz. The comics were originally published in a single magazine format starting around 2004.
These comics are super interesting to me, because they are green screened photographs of an actor/actors/props with a digitally edited environment. From the very short wiki entry for Dorothy, I learned that comics illustrated with photographs are called “fumetti” or “photo comics”. 
I can’t say I’ve ever seen a comic like this before, so it was a super interesting visual experience. I admittedly was very impressed when I found this book buried in the thrift store children’s story book bin.
Like, "What the heck did I just find? This is so cool!"
I was even more surprised to find out that this was a signed copy from one of the creators and writer, Mark Masterson, that was signed at Emerald City Comic Con back in 2007. I think that's a different signature on top, but I can't make out who it belongs to.
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Like what!!! What a weird find.
I felt compelled to buy and keep it, even if it’s not something I personally would pick up at the store. 
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So, a bit of a detour before I go into the book and share some scans.
I tried searching the internet for more info on this comic, as it just felt like a cult classic type of thing that other people would've been talking about…right?
Nothing came up besides a short bare-bones wiki and some links to purchase the comics from various online comic stores.
Really? Nothing?!
But then I had an idea to search the wayback machine, and I was able to get access to the old main site! 
Here is a screenshot of how the site looked from 2004 to 2005.
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Unfortunately, a lot of the images are broken and do not load. I'm not bothering to include other screenshots of the different tabs because of this. There isn't much to see.
However, I did get lucky with the downloads tab! 
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There were some wallpaper images still available to look at, so I went ahead and downloaded them.
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I’ll probably throw those up full size on my Internet Archive account too, why not.
Here's how the site looked from 2006 to 2007.
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The site remained mostly unchanged during these two years, other than updated news info.
Here's screenshots of how the links appeared.
The Twister Times aka the news and updates tab:
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The Great Store of Oz aka the store and merch tab:
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You know I'm going to be on the hunt for Dorothy merch now. The designs are pretty lackluster but I feel I'm in too deep in the Dorothy sauce to care. All I feel is the desire to obtain one of these T-shirts someday.
The Balloon Rides aka the self promotion and other related links tab:
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And lastly, the Behind the Curtain aka the cast, crew, and behind the scenes tab (my personal favorite):
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Even though these pages used to be public, and I doubt any of their contact information is correct in 2023, I am not going to post any screenshots of their bios.
Well, I'll post a bit of just one. I felt it was pertinent to point out that Mark Masterson's photo was…this…
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Which uh….was certainly was a choice…
But also, this was the mid 2000s. Most people would've seen this as edgy, quirky, and funny, as opposed to cringe and off-putting.
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Before I talk about the actual comic and such, I did want to share screenshots from the behind the scenes tab. THIS was the kind of stuff I was interested to see after reading this comic.
I have a feeling these may have been the same photos under the BTS tab on the 2005 version of the site.
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Very cool stuff! Cool to me, anyways.
I'm glad I got to see a glimpse into what the site looked like at the peak of this comic being published. It looked like they were doing rather well and having a good time.
Unfortunately, the site all but dies after 2007. This was also the year the last comic, Issue #7, was published. According to the very short wiki, Issue #7 also ended on a cliffhanger! How sad.
At least we can still experience and appreciate the art and comics that were released.
Before I dive into the content of the book, if you'd like to experience it without spoilers, you can read it on my Internet Archive account.
If not, then come along! Let's get to the (abridged) story of this now defunct comic!
Part 1 -> You're Here! Part 2 -> Chapters 1 & 2 Part 3 -> Chapters 3 & 4
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d-targaryenshoe · 3 years
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Hold Back The River • Jackson Avery
Summary: Fighting is never the solution for a relationship and Y/N and Jackson would know so.
Word count: 1337
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Tried to keep you close to me
A relationship was something fun and emotional most of the times. But it isn't when you fight all the time. Or you need to fight for love. Then it's not.
The last few weeks weren't what they were two years ago. Most of the time words weren't spoken but when it did happen. It was more fighting that talking.
"How long are we going to continue acting like this?" You walked into your house, throwing your jacket on the kitchen table in front of Jackson. "Because if we are, then I'm out."
Jackson just kept going on with typing away on the laptop in front of him before you smacked the lid close, catching his attention.
"I don't know Y/N are we?" He replied when staring into your eyes that were glaring at him with tears covering them. "It's what we've been doing for three weeks."
You nodded your head when letting the tears make their entrance on your cheeks. "Then it is be better if we do it forever, i guess."
"Y/N wait- Y/N" But the only response he got was a door closing on his face and led to him leaning his head on the door in front of him.
But life got in between
"You can't just leave Seattle because of him, Y/N. You're my person." You accepted the beer bottle that Andrew handed you as he sat down next to you. "And also Levi's person."
You took a sip from your beer, releasing a sigh because of all the weight you felt on your shoulders. "You two idiots can take care of yourself, i know you can."
Andrew shrugged his shoulder to you. "And what about your job?" He questioned.
"I already have an offer in Amsterdam, I always liked the Netherlands." You said to your best friend who was listening to you. "I'll be fine."
"Amsterdam? Amst- are you crazy?" Andrew scolded when the both of you started to laugh at his words.
Tried to square not being there
"You're sure you're leaving?" Meredith spoke up as the two of you were folding up some laundry. "I don't want you to leave, no one would want you to, you can just stay here at my house?"
You pulled your lips into a sad smile while holding a shirt from Bailey in your hands. "I need to leave, I guess I'm a runner too."
"Who am I suppose to get drunk with? When you're gone?" The blonde woman sat down on a chair, peering up at you from under her eyelashes. "I'll miss you."
You placed your hand on top of her own, nodding your head. "Me too, Meredith, me too."
But think that I should have been
Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes
Opening your closet, you grabbed the clothes of the hangers and threw them into your suitcase while tears ran down your cheeks.
You thought that making this step was easy and a good thing for you, but it did hurt, more than you thought it would.
"So you are serious about this, huh?" Jackson said as he leaned against the doorframe, receiving a quiet 'yeah' from you. "And we can't talk about things?"
You shook your head in denial, closing your suitcase with a deep sigh and a heavy heart in your chest when you started rolling your suitcase towards the door.
"I'm sorry, okay? I really am." Jackson placed his hand on yours but you pulled away as you opened the door and walked out of the door.
Hold back the river, so I
Can stop for a minute and see where you hide
Hold back the river, hold back
Opening your laptop, your fingers typed in site for a flight to Amsterdam the next week or so.
Transferring the money toward the site, a green sign showed up on your screen showing the flight was booked for next week.
You were leaving.
Once upon a different life
We rode our bikes into the sky
Standing against a silver pole on the boat, you stared at Alex and Jo as they were smiling at each other and Meredith stood in front of them.
"You're in deep thoughts?" A voice spoke up behind you as you slightly jumped in shock, noticing your boss behind you and Andrew smirking at you from the corner of your eye.
"Doctor Avery." You spoke before rolling your eyes at Andrew who was still smirking.
"After last week, you're still calling me that?" You looked back to the man in front of you, frowning at you.
"I'm a resident and I screwed you, I'm embarrassed, can we just drop it?" You rambled to the plastic surgeon before walking off to your friends.
But now we crawl against the tide
Those distant days are flashing by
Placing your bags in the bags into the trunk of the cab, you placed the money in the driver's hand before getting in and driving away. "Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, please."
Raindrops covered the window on your side while the cab drove by the hospital with speed.
"You okay, miss?" The man asked as he kept on driving and following his route but noticing the line of tears in your eyes.
"Yeah, thank you." You mumbled back to the man.
Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes
Hold back the river, so I
Can stop for a minute and see where you hide
"Deluca, where is Y/N?" Jackson leaned his arm on the desk when Andrew kept talking to Carina. "DeLuca?"
"I can't tell you because she said tha-" Carina smacked her brother on the back of his head, giving Jackson a small smile before walking away.
"She said what?" Jackson gave the Italian man a stern face, wanting to know what was going on.
"She's gone, parti, andato via." Andrew blurted, shrugging his shoulders as he started to walk away but Jackson stepped in front of him. "What?"
"Where. Is. She. Now?" Jackson insisted, forming his voice in a harder way.
"Probably in some cab or in the worst scenario she's now at the airport." The Italian resident said, leaning his back against the desk.
"Come on." Jackson pulled Andrew's arm as they both strolled over to the elevator.
Hold back the river, hold back
"Thank you, sir" you said before you went to the departure terminal to find your airline.
Fiddling into your bagage, you took a hold of y your passport, wanting to check in as soon as you could.
Lonely water, lonely water, won't you let us wander
Let us hold each other
"She still has a half hour if you want her back, start searching." Andrew snapped to the man next to him.
Letting their eyes control every single person in the crowd, the both of them started searching for you.
Until Andrew's eyes fell on a leather jacket clothed back.
Lonely water, lonely water, won't you let us wander
Let us hold each other
"I'll be right back, ma'am, one second." The female smiled before walking off. Knowing she'd be taking more than a second.
Feeling a buzzing sound in your pocket, you took a hold of your phone and noticed a selfie of you and Andrew showing up, knowing it was Andrew that was calling you.
Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes
Hold back the river, so I
Can stop for a minute and be by your side
Hold back the river, hold back
"How about you stay here and don't leave me?"
You froze in your actions, staring in front of you, starting to shake your head in denial, not believing this was happening.
"Why- how- when did y-" your words were silenced when you saw Andrew sitting in front of you and knowing there was only one possibility for the person behind you. "Why are you here?"
"I'm preventing you from ruining my life by leaving me."
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doexoeyes · 3 years
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Of Finches & Firsts
Ok so here’s a fic I actually have on Wattpad and AOO3 but I decided to bring over here. On those sites I wrote a character for this story, but on here it’s gonna be Draco x Reader ♡ Only thing to note is that your last name in this story would be Finch (so to make sense of the title and some other little parts of the story) as well as you’re a Hufflepuff. Sorry to the other houses,I adore you all but Draco and a Hufflepuff is just to juicy to pass up (in the first book he literally say’s they’re the worst) so just trust me when I tell you that it’s all for the story. Anyways I hope you enjoy and if you’re interested in reading the original, here are the links:
Archive Of Our own link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26707513
Wattpad link:
https://my.w.tt/ZoUHpu1e59
Summary: "A Hufflepuff? Crushing on a Slytherin? Sounds like the start of a terrible joke to me, but ok." You’ve harbored feelings for Draco Malfoy since your first year at Hogwarts. Secretly, of course, and very much from afar. But when you’re finally taken out of your role of being a background character in his life, will it be what you always wanted, or what you wish you never knew?
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Chapter 1 ♡ Chapter 2
Chapter 1: The Firsts Of Many
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The first time you ever saw Draco Malfoy was at the sorting hat ceremony your first year at Hogwarts. You thought he was striking upon first sight, with his silver grey eyes contrasting with his nearly white hair. You knew he would leave a lasting impression upon whoever looked at him, and you very much envied him for it. You felt like you were as plain a Jane as they came, especially when compared to him. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him for the rest of the night, drawn to, not just his features, but the mysterious aura that surrounded him.
When your name had gotten called for the sorting, you were incredibly nervous for many reasons:
1. For the house you were going to be sorted into that would shape your life for the next 7 years.
2. For the several hundreds of eyes watching you go up the steps.
3. For the white haired boy who you seemed to have developed the tiniest little crush on.
Thankfully, you made it up without tripping and making a complete fool of yourself and were pleasantly surprised to find out that the house you'd be sorted into was:
"Hufflepuff," the storing hat declared, and a thunderous applause followed suit.You smiled, looking towards the table with the yellow cladded students as they cheered and waved you over. You couldn't wait to tell your father, who was a proud Hufflepuff himself, that you were now one, too.
When it's Draco's turn to be sorted, you made sure to pay very close attention. A small silly part of you wanted to cross your fingers and hope that he'd somehow be sorted into Hufflepuff just like you.
Of course, that was a very optimistic wish.
"Slytherin," the hat announced, and all those hopes quickly came tumbling down because if there was one house you knew you weren’t going to be able to fit in with, it was Slytherin.
There went your chances of being potentially noticed by Draco Malfoy.
Letting out a sigh, you were able to manage a small smile as you clapped for the boy along with the rest of your fellow schoolmates.
You spent the entire year making new friends, learning spells, studying up for exams, and never having the opportunity to talk to Draco, your only regret of the year.
For Draco, his first year at Hogwarts consisted of him developing the reputation of being the school's bully. Most of his antics we concentrated heavily on Harry Potter and his friends, but he truly didn't spare anyone that wasn't a part of his Slytherin crew.
Still, this didn't lessen the small crush you had on him since the day of the sorting. Despite his actions, you really felt that the boy was much more than what he projected to the world.
The first time you ever got to talk to Draco Malfoy was during your second year, when you had accidentally run into him as you rushed to your potions class.
You were too busy worrying about making it in time to class, really not wanting a reason to make Snape chastise you, that you had forgotten to pay attention to your surroundings. A disastrous recipe for running into someone, which was exactly what ended up happening.
"Hey!" he said with a grunt as his books fell from his hands.
You, mortified, hardly even noticed it was Draco at first, as you immediately leaned down to pick up his books.
"Oh I'm so sorry! I'm a complete klutz. I should've been paying more attention, I just-" as you got back up from the floor, books recovered & in your arms, you froze as your eyes made contact with his striking silver ones.
"Yeah, you definitely should have! Next time, try not to run into your superiors, first year," he said in distaste, brushing off the sleeves of his robe.
You stood there, shocked into silence, feeling your cheeks warm and mentally trying to coach yourself through the moment.
Take a breath, don't sound so nervous.
"A-actually, we're in the same year. I...umm...I first saw you at the sorting, but we had History of Magic together. I sat a row ahead of you," you corrected, biting your lip.
He tore his gaze away from his sleeves and locked eyes with you again, a chill going down your spine.
"Really? Strange. I don't remember you. Then again, you Hufflepuffs are so forgettable," he stated with a roll of his eyes. 
"I'll take those," he said as he grabbed the books from your hands and walked off.
Just like that.
 No 'thank you', no apology. Not even an offer to walk you to class which you happened to share this year as well.
You watched him walk away, cheeks definitely as red as Gryffindor's robes at this point, feeling dejected and absolutely embarrassed. You always imagined what your first conversation with Draco would be, as pitiful as that sounded, but in your head it definitely never went like this.
You ended up late to potions class and got lectured by Snape in front of the whole class, including Draco himself and wondered if he remembered who you were, or if he once again erased you from his head and permanently labeled you as a 'forgettable Hufflepuff'.
The rest of the year went on as normal after that, nothing too special.
The first time you really understood what your feelings for Draco Malfoy were was in your third year, on the train ride to Hogwarts.
You watched from the window as the train passed through the lush scenery of grand trees & clear blue skies, hands fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater. Your best friend, Mauve Ambrose, was seated beside you, gossiping about potential romances ("I think Ginny is head over heels for that Harry Potter kid and everyone knows it. Except, you know, that Harry Potter kid.") and who was to have the 'biggest glow up' of their entire year group ("My money is on Longbottom. Remember that I called it, ok. I want a witness to prove that I said it first.").
Hearing the candy trolley pass by, you perked up and politely excused yourself from your friend, walking out of the compartment. Your eyes searched for the trolley, determined to make it to it before the last of the chocolate frogs were taken, and caught it making its way towards the back of the train.
When you approached the trolley, you waited for the attendant to continue on along with one of the students as they picked out a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Once the attendant turned towards you, you smiled wide, ready to request a chocolate frog, when you felt someone approach from behind you.
"A chocolate frog for me, yeah? And make sure it doesn't have Dumbledore's card. I have like 10 of that old bat," said a familiar, snarky voice.
You turned and your breath immediately caught in your throat; it was Draco Malfoy.
"You're in luck, there was only one left. Although, I can't really confirm if this one has a Dumbledore or not..." the attendant said, handing him the box.
You frowned a rather sad frown, disappointed. Perhaps one would blame the Malfoy boy for taking your turn (you did get there first after all) but in truth, he wanted what he wanted and he wasn't afraid to get it.
In your mind, all was fair in candy and war.
"Hey, aren't you the girl who ran into me last year? The Hufflepuff?" he asked, eyes looking you up and down.
You felt so small in his presence. Although you were both about the same height your first year together, he towered over you at this point in time.
"I...y-yeah. That's me. Umm...my name's Y/N, actually. And congrats on the frog. I came to get one but you managed to get the last one," you said, trying to keep it cool on the outside when on the inside you were a mess of nerves.
You really wanted Draco to like you. Not in a big, important way, no. Just enough to remember your name, at least.
He continued on staring at you silently, even when you finished talking. His gaze felt like a microscope on you and you could feel your cheeks heat up.
"You have weirdly shaped eyes," he says bluntly after a moment and you really wished you knew a spell that would have the floor swallow you whole.
"Umm...." you were unable to come up with a response.
You wish you were witty or funny or charismatic, but socializing did at times become quite difficult for you, and you weren't gifted with a quick mind or a sharp tongue.
"Anyways, I'm gonna go enjoy my frog now," he said as he walked away.
You were not surprised to feel the slight sting of tears forming in your eyes. You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down. You hated the fact that you were actually so sensitive. Your parents tried to make you feel better about it, stating that it just meant that you had a big heart.
“Well,” you thought, “if having a big heart meant it was easy for me to cry, then it didn't seem like a very good thing to have”.
Keeping your tears at bay (at least until you could sit down and put your sweater over your head so no one could see), you walked over to your compartment.
It was when you were nearly there that Draco's head popped out from his compartment's sliding door, startling you. You let out a small yelp, putting your hand over your mouth almost immediately after.
"Here, have this," he stated simply, as he reached his hand out towards you.
To your surprise, it was the chocolate frog box Your eyes widened, staring at it before cautiously retrieving it from his hand, switching your gaze back to him.
"I only wanted it for the card, and it's another stupid Dumbledore one" he claims, and before you could say anything, he slides the door shut, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the walkway, chocolate frog in hand.
It was then that you noticed that the box had its wrapping still in tact, meaning it was never opened in the first place.
Once you made it to your compartment and sat back down in your seat ("Nice! You got Celestina Warbeck," Mauve stated excitedly as she opened the box for you), You realized that your little crush on Draco Malfoy had turned into an actual one.
The first time you ever got to experience what it was like to fall in love with Draco Malfoy was in your fourth year at Hogwarts, a few weeks before the Yule Ball.
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marchioness-caprina · 3 years
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*:..。o○Ruishiro Takizaku○o。..:*
Basic : Ruishiro Takizaku a 18 Year Old Hero Apprentice who Works under the Under Hound Agency. He has a height of 6'2 with a lean and muscular build, He Prefers to Be Called Rui instead of His First Name. His Hero Name is ' Morphicus '
Appearance : He Is a Rather intimidating Young Man; if his Height and Build isn't enough to scare people then The Sharp and seemingly permanent glare he'd usually show would do the trick. He has a pair of Transparent eyes which reflects the Purest Color of an Amethyst, Short Ashy Blue Hair that's usually Styled in a Messy and Lazy Manner. He has Ear Piercings on both ears and his Fingers are filled with stainless steel Rings. His usual attire consist of a Black Button Up shirt, Black Jeans and a High Collared Jacket and finally Heavy Combat Boots. His Expressions are Rather complex but the most prominent Expression he wears is the usual Death Glare that never seems to disappear or the infamous ' Stone cold Bitch Face '
Personality : Though He may Seem Cold and Distant at First especially with his Intimidating Expression; You Better hope it stays That way because he is actually an Asshole at Heart. He's Sarcastic, Brutal and Cruel with his Words and He wouldn't even care what that person's Status is may it be a president, the no. Hero, a Family Member or His Lover, It wouldn't matter. This Trait of His Gets Him into a Lot of Unnatural Trouble since it's his Nature to be argumentative and Hostile and he seems to have a hidden world of Remarks to match his Wits. But during One of the Very Rare moments where his Asshole meter has reduced half way he is actually very Sweet but has an odd way of showing it. He lives for the chase and it's one of it. Generally he is like any human being, Complex. But if the situation calls for it he is polite and respectful to those People he hasn't formed a solid opinion for yet. If you want annoying then go To Rui; He Tests People's wits and Irritates them unconsciously just to see where their True Feelings Lies; He has a big brain so his analytical skills is beyond average, he is observant and knows How to Manipulate a situation that's being laid in front of him. So being an actor, lying and charming his way in is not a big deal.
Quirk : Umbra Morphology; The Ability To Morph into Something Inhumane By the use of Darkness or Any objects that Holds the Color 'Black'. When the Ability is used; Black Sticky Viscous Substance will crawl onto the User's Chosen Body Part for Transformation and slowly Consume that Body Part while Forming the desired form of the User. But the color stays on and unchangeable.
How it was acquired/ Small backstory: in the First Place He was deemed Useless by Society and was lesser than Trash Meaning; He was Quirkless. His Family was surprisingly accepting of his current state but He Himself did not Like how low he had stood with the constant Mockery of those people who had quirks. He wanted to acquire his own Quirk. He wanted to acquire Power for Himself and Show everyone that he was worth something and because of this selfish desire of His He began to search desperately; He searched up the Black web and Looked for any possible ways to acquire power without Having a Quirk. Sure there were sites that offered to use his body as a Lab Rat but that may possibly get him killed. So he kept searching and searching until he stumbled onto a site that offered a Mystery Box. It was Cheap; Too cheap that it was suspicious but he was curious. He wanted to know what was inside, could it be a gadget that could grant him Power? Could it be body parts instead? Whatever it is ; something urged him to buy it. And that's where he slowly began to ruin his own Life.
Fast Forward to a Few Days; The package arrived and to his utter Disappointment it was a price of Paper in a Box. He paid for something like this. A paper.... No a contract, a Black eerie paper that had letters written with white ink. He later decided that the Site he bought it from was a scam because when he searched it up again; There was nothing. He didn't bother reading the paper at all. And one night when he was answering his Assignments, his eyes drifted towards the black paper on his desk and when he took a closer look the words were not in the language that he spoke of. It was an ancient language; that's all he could confirm but judging by the output it really was a contract . So thinking that it would be fun he signed the contract and that's where things began to get scary ( I'll skip the other stuff)
He Later found out that The contract he signed was a Contract to be a Vessel of The Demon Of Darkness Umbrachus, A demon that had forced Rui To Accept it in his Body now his Body isn't his own. Sure Rui was happy to know that he had a 'quirk' now but later when he found out what price he needed to pay was the cause of his mass destruction. He had plunged himself on his own demise. The Demon craved the Flesh of and Blood of Humans and it forced Rui to eat Raw Flesh. Umbrachus was a demon associated with Wrath, Pride and Greed so if any of those emotions are triggered by Rui then there's a high chance of Umbrachus Gaining Control of his body. The Demon was Toying with Rui; Umbrachus Started Manipulating Rui's surroundings and giving him Hallucinations. Rui feard sleeping because Umbrachus could gain Control over his body whole he was passed out. And Finally Rui had enough when Umbrachus had nearly Killed His Younger sister due to Hunger; With the incident taking Place Rui Fled. He Fled and Lived in the streets, He fought the demon with all his might and when he was at his wits that's where Hellhound appeared to his rescue. Hell Hound runs a Hero Agency called Under Hound. And this Agency isn't just associate with heroes. They are also Masters of the Occult so Hell Hound who was in a similar situation as Rui took Pity on the Boy and Took him to His Agency where Rui was Given Proper Training to Control the Demon. And soon Rui was given a chance to become a Hero; not a Hero for the public or media but a Hero of The Night. A Hero Who Kills Villains not arrest them.
Trivia Facts
* He Has a Very Bad Sweet tooth And is a Fan of Spicy Food.
* He Was Given a Choice to change his name but he Kept it That way because he Thinks Being called Rui is Cool
* Has a Soft Spot For Dogs
* After Umbrachus Forcefully shared his Body he lost the ability to use Chopsticks and whenever he tries to use them he gets frustrated since it always slips.
* He may Not Look it But he is actually a Big Fan of Sappy Love stories but after Umbrachus entered his Body he started liking Hard Core Gore.
* He used to be Slender and Lanky but Having a Demon inside him had it's Perks.
* He prefers Convenience Store Food Over 5 star Meals.
* He is Bisexual
* He May Have Sadistic Tendencies . He blames it on Umbrachus but Umbrachus spoke otherwise.
* He's an Asshole But He respects Independent women; He was raised by only his Mother being present so he was Disciplined strictly .
* It is mentioned that he is a Fan of Sappy Love stories so surprisingly he is actually very romantic and loving if he ever finds a Lover.
* He is a Master of Lying but He prefers the Truth over lies since he is used to Saying unfiltered insults Opinions.
* A Seafood addict
* He may or May Not be Into Witchcraft
* Can speak Fluent Bullshit
* He can Form Umbra Claws, or even sink himself into the darkness to come deal his presence so he is mostly sent on stealth missions because of this advantage.
* Babies Creep Him out. Don't Ask. It just Does.
* He can't smile for shit and when he tries it comes out as a mocking smirk or a sadistic grin.
* Has Perfect control. Over his Facial expressions but tends to keep it Monotoned and Bitch-Like.
* An actual Dork and Goes to Animal Cafe
* a Fan of Musicals Especially Phant of the Opera.
* Surprisingly has Good Singing Voice
* If he's not pissing anyone off then he's flirting with someone without noticing it.
* Can Cook a whole feast but eats Cup noodles instead.
* Owns 2 large bookshelves filled with Books he never reads. Or even has the patience to read one.
* Has a Dog Named Cat.
* He claims to be allergic to the cold so his clothes are mostly sweaters, jackets, hoodies, anything thats warm. Even if it's in the middle of the summer with everyone sweating bullets you'll see him walking around casually with heavy clothes on.
* He has a mild Disdain for overconfident brats with flashy Quirks.
* Shameless with his Opinions
* Likes Blueberries
* Fast Food is his Only Food.
Note: I don't Exactly Have a Drawn Picture of Him since I'm still Contemplating a Few Details but I did make a Rough Appearance Idea of Him in Picrew. This Picture is Not Mine To own I'm just showing you guys what he'd Mostly Look Like. The art belongs to a Talented Artists with a Bright Future ahead. If you know them. Then give them my regards and Thanks ^^ . I Repeat This is Just an Example ^^ the Picture is NOT mine.
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Extra Note : If You Have a Few Questiona for him then Don't Hesitate to Mention Him in your Ask ^^ . You are Free to Interact with him.
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storyiicharacter · 5 years
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... 15 and 96 I'M SORRY I'LL STOP
Bet you guys thought I’d forgotten about these prompts. (I didn’t, I’ve just been feeling bad about not answering them for a few months.) SURPRISE
15 criminal AU + 96 scars
Oh man I’m a sucker for scars and their stories so here’s what I’d do:
It’d be loosely based on the show The Enemy Within:
- Lena’s a couple years into multiple life sentences for (allegedly) helping Lex with a plot to kill the Supers that resulted in mass casualties.
- Lena’s brought in to the DEO or some other government organization to consult when her brother escapes.
- Kara, Alex and J’onn are part of the team working to bring Lex in, to stop whatever he’s got planned next. They’re vehemently against bringing Lena into this, certain she can’t be trusted, but J’onn says it’s their only shot.
- Though Lena’s motives continue to be suspect, she agrees to help the team, and slowly starts to build some trust. She trades intel and cooperation for small things- time outside, new books for her cell, a private shower. 
- Lena’s brilliant, clearly thinking ten steps ahead, always calculating, always observing- always trying to hide her vulnerabilities, the signs of how costly the last couple of years have been. She’s sharp and strong, puts on a good front- but Kara doesn’t miss the rest- the image of Lena at the blast site burned into her mind and so she can’t help but notice the slight limp, the gauntness, the ever-present dark circles that weren’t there before. The haunted look in the depths of those green eyes that she almost always manages to hide.
- Kara, for her part, is continually torn. Her rage and grief are barely veiled, and yet some part of her sees herself in the other woman. And she hates herself for that.
- Lena eventually gets to come along on a mission, and when things go awry everyone is sure that this is it- the inevitable betrayal. Except when Lena gets hold of a gun, she doesn’t flee in the chaos, she plants herself and fires two expert shots- downing the men about to take out an unarmed Alex. She then simply hands the gun over to Alex, wrists still bound in handcuffs, and walks back to the SUV.
- This sort of thing continues- Lena slowly, slowly earning trust. We eventually find out the reason for Kara’s contempt: Clark was killed in one of Lex’s bombs. Trusting Lena feels like a betrayal of the only blood family she had left. But beneath the anger is a roiling well of guilt- that she wasn’t there, that she couldn’t save him, that- again- she’s the only one left, the one who survived. 
- There’d definitely be a scene where Kara puts her fist through the wall of Lena’s cell, right next to Lena’s head, teeth bared in rage and sorrow, all her anger directed at Lena (she may not be Lex but she’s the Luthor Kara has access to). She’s sorrow and guilt and helplessness and unable to actually bring herself to touch Lena.
- And Lena doesn’t even flinch- just stands there ready to take it- her face clearly showing she agrees with Kara’s judgement, feels she deserves every bit of Kara’s wrath (and then some). There’s a moment where they stand there, faces inches apart, Kara’s breath heaving, eyes searching Lena’s. And something in her face shifts, and she pushes away, horror and sorrow and regret flashing as she looks at Lena, and the wall, and lowers trembling hands to her sides. And its only when she turns, flees, that we see a single tear streak down Lena’s cheek as she sinks to her knees, curling over them to press her forehead to the floor.
- At some point we find out that Lena knows the names of each person killed in the blasts- their names, their faces, their families. They are the ghosts that haunt her- though none more than the daughter who was used as leverage, the reason she cooperated at all with Lex.
- The scene where we see Lena’s scars is when she and Kara get separated from the rest during a mission, have to shelter in an old cabin or warehouse. Lena’s injured, reluctant to let Kara help, eventually pulls her shirt up so Kara can bandage the wound and Kara sees her scars. Burns, all along her left side, lines of dark pink across the other- those fresher, probably from the last couple of years in prison. 
Kara sucks in a sharp breath as Lena’s mangled back is revealed.
“Like you didn’t already know?” Lena sounds tired.
Kara’s brow furrows as she catches Lena’s meaning, the implication of that invasion of Lena’s person.
“I wouldn’t- I don’t use it like that.” She’s surprised by how much she wants Lena to believe her. “When you got to the DEO I scanned for weapons, for tech- that’s all.”
Lena tilts her head, gaze frank and assessing. One eyebrow twitches upward as she apparently decides to take Kara at her word. “Fine.”
- Kara eventually finds out where some of the scars came from- a particularly nasty prison guard. It’s Alex who gets to him, gives a taste of his own medicine- but he lives. Lena comments on it, wondering if it was Kara who had decided to enact justice. And Kara tells Lena if it’d been her the guard would’ve been dead. (I know this is a little out of character for canon Kara but she’s just a bit darker in this fic, affected by grief and rage). 
- Near the end, it’s revealed to everyone (in flashbacks that parallel the current action) that Lena did all she could to stop Lex, only cooperated because he threatened Lena’s daughter. She was Lena’s and Jack’s, and they’d done everything they could to keep her hidden, to keep her safe, but Lex found out and used her as leverage. Jack died trying to save her from him, and Lex has owned Lena ever since (though she’s been undermining him and resisting as much as possible).
- We also learn in the flashbacks that Lena’s burn scars are a result of her trying to stop one of the bombs, getting caught in it, staying to help pull people out.
- The finale is the team closing in on Lex but realizing he’s about to kill Lena’s daughter as punishment for Lena helping them foil his plan. Kara makes a choice- setting Lena free and trusting her to stop her brother- and uses her super-speed to race across the country, arriving just in time to save Lena’s daughter. They, of course, manage to stop him- thanks to Lena’s brilliance and strategy.
@realmofinsomnia I’m tagging you cause it’s been an age and I dunno if you’d see that I did, finally, actually answer some of these XD Thanks for sending them!
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Nocturne Alchemy Seth's Dinosaur Collection - PART ONE
Originally published on 6/27/2017
Hello, everyone! I've been wanting to write some reviews for a while now, but we moved, and then I promptly came down with a really bad case of bronchitis, that did not seem to want to go away. I ended up with two different antibiotics and almost went to the hospital at one point, but it's mostly dissipated finally. Well, then I had to put my house together and get everything situated here, and I'm sure anyone that has moved understands how much effort that takes. I haven't moved in over four years, and I felt really bad about not getting my house organized! And here I am, going on and on. Anyway, I had intentions of reviewing Seth's Dinosaur Collection for quite a while, but I think it's particularly relevant now. Nocturne Alchemy is reopening in 4 days, on June 30th! *squeeing and flailing* I'm so excited to see the site redesign. Also, they've been working on new label art, and from what I understand, they'll be adding new scents to the various Permanent Collections. So much fun. I'm sure it's going to be beautiful. If you'd like to keep up with them in the meantime, they have been posting fun things on their Facebook Business page, including a sneak peek video of the new logo, which is absolutely elegant.
Well, I started this last night, and ended up having things to do that needed my immediate intention - so I had to put it down and come back to it in the morning! It seems like that's the way things have been going lately, so now this review is even more timely. Before I delve into it, I want to make mention that I had an email conversation with the NA crew, because I wanted to address some of the rumors I'd seen going around since they'd been closed. I saw that folks were concerned that they wouldn't be reopening, because they've been gone so long, and I also saw that many were worried that the catalogue as it was known might not be returning, so I wrote to see if they'd give me something to share with people - and they did! Such lovely, kindhearted people, and that is the reason I am such a huge "fangirl". I mean, don't get me wrong - they make the most exquisite perfume oils, and of course that drew me in, but once I began to see how much heart they pour into their company, and how much they care about their customers, that really made me fall head over heels. Honestly, in the world of indie perfumes, NA is a pretty good sized company. They've been making perfumes for 10 years now - actually, as it's June, they're into their 11th year, and they have a pretty extensive catalogue! So in their own words, I'll use a direct quote here from Nocturne Alchemy.
NA will return June 30th. We asked our customers last year what they thought of the old NA site. Constructive criticism concluded that it was dated. The truth is, we knew this and had been looking for the right host site for the past two years. We knew it would take time to migrate and create a new site but we'd have to be 100% involved and the focus of a new site would mean we'd have to shut down the old site. In the process, we decided to recreate the art for the labels of the Permanent Collection (we call it the PC because we view perfume as you would at an art gallery, where there is a Permanent Collection and a Limited Collection or the temporary exhibit if you will). In the past six months we've taken some much needed time off after a decade of perfume making, perfume soul-searching, travel for more unique perfume, and also back in the Studio for months now working on new PC, new art for new labels and a new look for NA. It took two years prior to opening NA in 2006 creating a small collection of PC and Limited perfumes, designing labels, the site...the fact that we can do this in six months, means we are at the top of our game. We know what we want to create but you can't rush art. NA will return June 30th. Find us on Facebook to stay up with current information. The PC and Studio Limited will return, as well as the beloved VApothecary line that has been rebranded under Nocturne Alchemy to facilitate cohesiveness at the new site.
So, there you have it! In addition to completely redesigning the site from the ground up, including a different type of "shopping cart", they've been working on all kinds of wonderful things. I am not sure I will even know where to start on Friday! I'm certainly looking forward to digging through the new site - bad pun intended? And now, I have to apologize. As I said, I'd meant to get this posted a few weeks ago, but life sort of threw me under the bus, and I just couldn't give it the proper time it deserved, as the Dinosaur collection, and the eNVie review, both deserve a bit more depth than just reviewing a single perfume. I'll be working on the latter today, to get it posted up hopefully by tomorrow.
So, roughly two summers ago, Nocturne Alchemy released the original Dinosaur collection, which was Seth's baby, as his other passion, from his early childhood, was dinosaurs, and he wanted to do a collection with that theme. I must tell you, it's been one of my very favorite collections, and I'm only missing a few of them. Last summer, they released a Resurgence, and added some new perfumes to the collection. It's alternatively been called the Prehistoric collection, but the name "Seth's Dinosaurs" has kind of become the popular name among the fans, and often gets shortened to "the Dinos". A little note about this collection: "These dinosaur perfumes are created with the beauty of resin in mind for each of them. The concept to this perfume, the label and the respect of the dinosaur is built on imagination. If you look at the label, there is an egg to the left. It is the same color as the Dinosaur. Apply the perfume on wrist and inner elbow and allow the scent to bind with your chemistry. Once this has occurred, inhale. This conceptually, is the egg. To allow the dinosaur to hatch, we wanted you to go to your Studio Limited Library and pull as many as you want, especially your favorites. The magic in layering the dino's with your Studio Limited Library will give your library a new NAVAlchemy aspect of layering and creating your own personal Dino scent. The fun in NAVAlchemy and hatching the dino eggs is all up to you!" - note from Seth. So, I've seen a few comments floating around the internet that say these oils seem to be rather linear, or flat - and I hope that people will read this, because if they don't realize that these were created specifically to be layered, then they'll miss the beauty of these. I do like them on their own, but I find that when they are layered with other perfumes, the beauty and versatility really shines through. I was never adventurous about layering until I was introduced to these beauties, and they really taught me to branch out, because the possibilities are quite endless. What's interesting is that a lot of the SL (Studio Line) is also fantastic for layering, so I'll make some suggestions for these together for you to try. I believe, from the hints that they've been dropping on the Facebook page, that we'll once again be graced with new Dinos this summer. I don't know if it will be happening with the grand reopening, or at some later time in the summer, but it seems that we'll be getting new Dinosaurs to play with! I cannot wait.
So, let's get started! I'll go with the first round of Dinosaurs that I have, and then the second round will be in a separate post. All of the Dinosaurs also make this mention: "*tiny bits of resin may occur in the Dino blends, these will only enrich the blend even more with aging!"
Cryolophosaurus: Resinous Amber Accord, Limestone Amber, Aged Organic Studio created Patchouli, Black Patchouli, SL Crimson and only a drop of fine aged Egyptian White peppercorn eo. So, this was my first love of the Dinosaurs. I was pretty new to NAVA at the time the first collection came out, so I was still trying everything via decants before I sprung for full bottles, because I hadn't learned what worked on me and what didn't yet. I think I ordered decants of everything but Spinosaurus, because I had learned at that point that black honey and I don't get on. Still salty about that! Anyway. The decants arrived, and I tried them all out - and fell madly in love with Cryolophosaurus, and promptly ordered a full bottle. It's....what are words! I feel as though I'm going to be repeating myself here with this collection, but I'll do my best for y'all. The patchoulis in this blend are bright and sort of herbal, almost minty? I don't know if that's a proper patchouli trait, but as a bit of a hippie, I've been a lifelong fan of patchouli (thanks, mom!) and was exposed to the dark and dirty hippie type patchouli early on in life. This was the first time I was exposed to patchouli as a more herbal note, and I was absolutely blown away. I often find NAVA ambers to have a "fresh" sort of quality, and the two ambers used in the Dinosaur collection definitely seem to have that, so it keeps any of these blends from being overly dark. There's definitely a depth and a sort of stoney feel to each one of these, but as I've mentioned, that seems to come out more once you layer them with another perfume, and Cryolophosaurus is no exception. I can wear this happily alone, it's quite different than say Hessonite, which can be a little overwhelming if you're new to patchouli, the ambers lift this up and seem to give the patchoulis a different nuance. You don't get the red musk (Crimson) or pepper aspect very much until you wear this one layered, but those aspects come out and shine once you pair this with another oil. Also, this oil is red! As I've had my bottle for 2 years, there's definitely some resinous bits forming now, but I couldn't seem to capture a picture of it.
I could rave and rave about this one. Goals: If they bring this back as a Resurrection again this year, GET A BACKUP BOTTLE. Hah!
TL;DR A fresh, sort of bright, herbal patchouli. The nuances of the ambers, red musk, and pepper come out to play when you layer this, but you probably won't notice them while wearing it solo.
Layering suggestions: Try this with Kashmir, Crystalline, Amethyst, Santalum, Crystal, White Ambre Ombre. If you have Labyrinth Oudh, this pairs beautifully with that. If you are a patchouli fiend, you might try hatching it with Patchouli Ombre or Hessonite. I like it with Sekhmet Amber and Black Raven, also.
Diplodocus: Resinous Amber Accord, Limestone Amber, a drop of Cacao, Boswellia carterii Frankincense from United Arab Emirates and a drop of steam distilled Oman Frankincense tears we picked from the actual Frankincense tree.
Believe it or not, although I tried all of my decants the summer that the Dinosaur Collection came out, I did not really pursue full bottles of any except Cryolophosaurus. When I heard that the collection was to be resurrected last summer, I decided I needed to try my decants again, and came to the conclusion that I would have to acquire full sizes of all the originals that I had decants of - oh boy! And then there were new ones joining them. I was in trouble. So, I was trying to decide which of these I absolutely had to have, and at first, I had decided since I had Holiday Egyptian Frankincense, I probably didn't need Diplodocus. Well, I fell pretty hard for HEF last summer and found myself layering it with everything, and before I knew it, I had gone through a half a bottle. Panic set in, and I decided I was probably going to need an alternative frankincense, as it was a note I was falling more and more in love with. Diplodocus became a must have, and I am glad I was able to sneak it in my last order before the collection came down. As a stand alone perfume, this is pretty much a linear frankincense - albeit a lovely one. Beautifully woody, you could wear this alone if you were in the mood to wear a sort of single note frankincense, but this lends a wonderful aspect with so many perfumes, I prefer to layer it. Once I layer it with another perfume, the bright, resinous, stony amber comes out to play with the woodiness of the frankincense, and it's heavenly. The cacao is not a starring note, I can find it with my nose only if I keep sniffing, but it plays a lovely supporting role.
TL;DR A perfect frankincense layering note, it does well with adding a sort of grounding to perfumes that might ordinarily be too bright or feminine for my particular tastes, and is lovely paired with the SLs as well to create a duality.
Layering suggestions: Kobalt Dark, Santal Ombre, Egyptian Musk, Crystal, Diamond, or even to add a tad more frankincense to Ember. I've also paired this and love it with Gabriel, Eternal Egypt, and Ozymandias. I love it with several LC perfumes as well; Black Velvet, Black Crystalline Black Fig, Vamp, Anticipation, Blue Lotus, Snow Amber.
Pteranodon: Resinous Amber Accord, Limestone Amber, a drop of Cacao, Pure Sandalwood left to age in the perfume, Santalum Gold, Santalum and a drop of Blue Santalum.
GODS. Gods. This was the one that made me sit up and take notice, why had I missed out on ordering a full bottle, and I need to rectify this immediately! All of the Dinosaurs are fantastic, versatile little workhorses when playing with layering, but Pteranodon became a quick favorite of mine, and dare I say? Yes, I dare, it became my favorite sandalwood thus far. Don't get me wrong, you'll be prying my gloriously aged bottle of SL Santalum out of my cold, dead hands, I absolutely adore Santalum White, especially when spring and summer roll around, but really I can see using it all year...but this, this is special. Samantha tells me that's because it has the most precious of precious, Santalum Gold. Since she sent me a little sample of her precious bottle, I can understand the obsession - there's something pretty amazing about Santalum Gold. It's a little more woody and resinous, more fully sandalwood than the new version Santalum. I love mine, don't get me wrong, but I can see why Santalum Gold is so popular that if one pops up in the secondary market, it is gone within minutes. Ah well, one day I will be quick enough! Until then - Pteranodon. Yes, I can and have worn this alone, and I absolutely adore it. I like it in my hair, it's one of my favorite layering components when I pair it with something and add a few drops of unscented hair oil and run my fingers through my hair. Hnnnnggg. It's hauntingly familiar, it reminds me of when I lived briefly in Minneapolis in the early nineties and I hung out in the head shops and the kitschy little knicknack shops of uptown and the fantastic thrift stores....ahhhh the nineties, it brings me a feeling of nostalgia, for that's when I discovered how glorious sandalwood was. Oddly enough, my mother is a darker creature, and I don't remember her wearing sandalwood during her hippie days, mostly patchouli and musk and especially dragon's blood. She was missing out, I tell you. This. This really evokes some strong emotions in me. So, once layered, again the ambers come out to play, and the cacao is there as a supporting note, but the star is the variety of sandalwoods. You really get a sense of the four once this is layered. I don't know what to say other than IF THIS COMES BACK AND YOU DON'T HAVE IT YOU'D BETTER GET ONE. I'll be picking up a backup. I might not be able to get my hands on Santalum Gold, but this will do.
TL;DR HNNNGGGG GORGEOUS INCREDIBLE SANDALWOOD.
Layering suggestions: Gods, it goes with everything. Seriously. One of my favorite things is to hatch this with a combination of Diamond, Crystalline, and Tibetan Crystalline. Alternately, I'll do Bloodstone, Egyptian Musk, and this (maybe some Amethyst too). It's fantastic with Ember Vanilla or from the LC, Phantasm Kiss. I love it with Egyptian Temple Oudh. Umm, Eternal Egypt, Bastet Amber, Raphael, Black Raven. Ambre Ombre, or even Santal Ombre. I love it with the OPs, Baba, Tawaret, Pakhet, Hathor. I've got a smidgen of my sample of Egyptian Peach Blossom left and it's lovely with that. Polichenelle. Cecilia, Adele, Music, Snow Amber, Patchouli Ombre. There hasn't been a layering combination with this one I haven't loved, so be adventurous. If a perfume seems a bit too sweet or floral, this makes a nice "grounding" effect. Just do yourself a favor and nab this if it comes back!
Tyrannosaurus: Resinous Amber Accord, Limestone Amber, a drop of Cacao, Dracaena Draco of Morocco (Dragon's Blood resin) and Sangre de Grado Dragon's Blood.
One of the things I don't think I've talked about a lot is exactly how much I love NAVA's dragon's blood. I seem to like dark, red, resinous things quite a bit, I mean, Kashmir is practically my signature, followed closely by Bloodstone. So, what is their dragon's blood like? It's that perfect mixture of spicy and fruity. It's so, so well balanced. I don't really like it when a db note veers too much into either territory, leaving the other territory well behind. I want that combination, just a little spicy, just a little fruity, almost delicious. This is another workhorse. Alone, it's a beautifully resinous, juicy dragon's blood with a little kick of spice. It might be too dark alone if you're not into db, but layer this big boy - did Seth name this one well or WHAT? Layer Tyrannosaurus, and it becomes bright and lifted with the amber, and it's possibly even more beautiful than Bloodstone. Wait, what? Blasphemy. Okay, maybe not my bottle of aged, thick, glorious Bloodstone, but it's pretty amazing. Worn alone, T-Rex is a hint of the amber, and the two dragon's bloods. Layered, and he comes into his full glory, the amber comes out to really play, and that lovely supporting cacao becoes just a little bit evident, to give it a little more depth.
TL;DR: T-Rex is a big boy, and this perfume more than lives up to its name. I find it apropos that his scent is dragon's blood. Layered, he is just the right amount of resinous, spicy, juicy dragon's blood and glorious, fresh stony amber. Mmmm. Mm. It makes me hum with happiness.
Layering suggestions: Ember Vanilla, Ambre Ombre, Patchouli Ombre, Santalum, Ember, Black Raven, Mists of Arcacia, OP Anubis, OP Pakhet. From the LC, try it with Phantasm Kiss, Blood Moon, Egyptian Temple Oudh, Copal Oudh, or Pandora.
Utahraptor: Resinous Amber Accord, Limestone Amber, hungry chomps of Kashmir and Black Musk Absolutes, Egyptian Musk and a drop of Crimson and Sri Lankan Black Peppercorn eo.
Oh, Utahraptor. I've listed this last, but not because I love it least. In fact, I adore it, and it's quite versatile - different layering options bring out different facets of this one. I'm sure I've made mention of the fact that I really, really love NAVA musks. Kashmir is probably one of my favorite perfumes. So naturally, I had to have this. Worn alone, this comes across as mostly Kashmir, with a breath of Black Musk underneath, and the amber lifts it up - it might seem like a heavy blend, but it's saved from that by the beautifully clean Egyptian Musk and ambers. Start playing with layering, and while Kashmir, a bold red musk, remains the star, Black Musk and Egyptian Musk come out to play a bit more vocally, and I love that little kick of spiciness in the background of peppercorn. I'm a big fan of pepper in perfumes - Music is a great example of this, I feel, and it's kind of a surprising note, I think that many people would envision it from a cooking spice standpoint, but it's a bit different when added as a component of perfume. It adds a little kick, and it's quite fun. If you've never had the experience, I highly recommend giving it a chance. Anyway, enough about pepper, it's a supporting note here, and gives this "egg" a bit of pizzazz when you hatch it with another perfume.
TL;DR: Kashmir, a bold red musk, is the star here but plays beautifully with the other two musks, Black and Egyptian, when layered. Don't be afraid of the pepper. Despite the musk heavy blend, it's not nearly as heavy as you might think, the ambers lift and brighten this perfectly, and it's quite fun with a variety of different types.
Layering suggestions: Crystalline, Tibetan Crystalline, Santalum White, Egyptian Musk, Ozymandias, Pharaoh Anniversary, OP Baba, OP Set. For LC options, I absolutely am nuts over hatching this with California Redwood Crystal Musk. Also, Underlord Akhenaten, Pyewacket Cat, Pumpkin #2, Copal Oudh, Enigma, and it's amazing with the Byzantium Amber from their 9th Anniversary perfumes.
Okay, whew! That was pretty extensive, I am sorry for the wall of text, but I do hope you'll find my "hatching" suggestions helpful. This really did provide me with the courage to really branch out and become a layering fiend, and now I will layer various perfumes in with my unscented hair oils too, and I get a lot of compliments about how amazing my hair smells. Tomorrow, I'll get the second half of this posted for you, with last year's additions. From the first year, I do not have Spinosaurus, Stegasaurus, or Styracosaurus. Feel free to offer up your own layering combinations with these amazing perfumes! I want to mention one more thing in closing, these are another collection that do even better with age, they become richer and seem to come into their own even more. Have a wonderful evening!
Editing to add a note, and a link to part two! I forgot to mention previously, is that these are lovely when you pair them together! And I've done this several times with different combinations. Pteranodon with Protoceratops or Deinonychus, Velociraptor with Utahraptor, Diplodocus with Giganotosaurus, Protoceratops with almost anything! Hah.
Another thing to mention, if you have eNVie Saphir, many of these are stunning when hatched with Saphir. Definitely worth experimenting with - I have Saphir, Ambre Saphir, and Encens Saphir, and they all do well with the Dinosaurs.
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Ali & Carly
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Carly: why Ali: because I think you do Carly: it doesn't matter what you think Carly: he thinks she's girlfriend material & im a slag Carly: hes not wrong either Ali: If you like him, then you should say Ali: regardless, shouldn't let him be a cunt to you, and Ro in the process Ali: who the fuck is he Carly: ha Carly: i dont like anyone baby Carly: I'm just bored Carly: berlins a whole new party Ali: well, good Ali: one less worry Ali: I wish you the perfect holiday fling Carly: aw Carly: youre still the sweetest Carly: sure you dont want a drink while theres some left? Ali: need it now so fuck it Ali: chuck it over Carly: come over Carly: you kno youre the sporty one Carly: i cant be throwing things round the coach Ali: alright, you calling baby spice, I assume? Carly: or scary Carly: depends whos asking Carly: cant be posh tho Ali: yeah you can Ali: she weren't even and you can rock that pout just as well Carly: aw Carly: you should be baby tho youre the cutest Ali: little school all over again, we can't all be baby, lads! 😂 Ali: i'll be ginger, if you wore that iconic dress on your site, you'd get lynched Carly: yea Carly: & if anyone would cause drama by going solo its you Carly: Marlene been knew Ali: Ouch 💔 Ali: but fair Ali: Already thinking about her due to namesake birthplace but you really went there Ali: please tell me I haven't tanked as hard, not got Drew's fragile ego like but 😥 Carly: you kno im just mad youre not thinking about me Carly: dont listen to a word i say Carly: goldies got a fragile heart now too, so sad you broke up w me & stole his bf on top Carly: someone think of the golden god Ali: baby Ali: yeah, that's TOTALLY what the weird vibe is all about Ali: moody twat, soz a threesome is outta the question now Carly: he likes you too Carly: thats a thing Carly: playing like im the one hung up but he is Ali: Nah Ali: that boy don't know what he wants Ali: not down for him using my bestie and sister to find out though, fuck off and soul search like the rest Carly: he wants you Carly: but you got your boy & he shouldnt be trying to mess w Carly: meant to be his boy too Ali: so he reckons but give him 5 minutes before he weren't arsed Ali: don't trust him as far as I can throw him so ain't taking his word on that either like Ali: exactly Ali: 🐍 Carly: id leave him alone if he was happy being w her but i kno he isnt Carly: not letting him lie to me Ali: it doesn't have to be your problem Ali: or your job to make him happy Ali: knew it though Carly: ha Carly: it isn't my problem Carly: & i cant keep a job you kno Carly: couldnt do that one if i was paid like Ali: no one can babe Ali: not to be that hippie cliche about it Ali: but forreal, gotta do that shit himself Carly: its Carly: how he makes me feel sometimes Carly: not happy im not living that lie but Carly: its not nothing & sometimes its good you kno Ali: yeah Ali: i know Ali: but you can have more, if you want Ali: that is possible Ali: you don't have to settle for sometimes good Carly: youre sweet but youre a dreamer babe Carly: ive got nothing going on not in my head & not around me Carly: theres no more than settling down on the site or settling for being off whenever i can Ali: s'not true Carly: yea it is Carly: you dont want it to be but that dont mean its not Carly: me and that boy have more in common than not being subtle like Ali: it ain't Ali: doesn't have to be Ali: nothing is set in stone unless you pour the fucking cement yourself, like Carly: it doesnt have to be doing it but it can still get poured Carly: forget it tho Carly: im drinking on empty & feeling sorry for myself Carly: no fun in that Ali: ain't that fast drying Ali: dust yourself off and run Carly: where to babe Carly: nowhere to go but the coach bathroom Carly: been there done that Ali: well hang on a bit and we'll be in a whole new country, babe Ali: promise is a promise and we can start in Berlin Carly: but 3s a crowd when its not a party Carly: im not trying to mess you & your boy up Carly: cant tell drew off if i do Ali: nah Ali: it ain't like that Ali: not got the blinkers on and knowing each other's passwords and schedules Ali: got trust Carly: yea? Carly: got food too or Carly: cuz im gonna vom if you say no Ali: Yes Ali: Lemme food parcel Carly: if you havent lost the knack Carly: been awhile Ali: 😔 Ali: i'm soz Carly: dont be Carly: you kno i love you Carly: no drama Ali: i love you too Ali: and you would tell me if you needed something wouldn't you Ali: 'cos that ain't changed, i'm still here Ali: unlucky bitch Carly: unlucky for you Carly: shouldnt be on site unless theres something in it for you babe Carly: all i need is to remember breakfast before i get on a sess Carly: & to dilute my spirits sometimes too Ali: there is, you nutter Ali: there you go, who said school trips weren't educational? only on the bus and you're whacking out the wisdom already Carly: not as thick as i look Carly: ms woodfield was thinking it too i reckon Carly: she might kno but im still gonna blame the shit driver if i vom Carly: try and stop me bitch Ali: you look nothing but amazing hush Ali: she's down with the kids, she'll hold your hair back Carly: you hush Carly: trying to make me emotional in front of the front of the coach Ali: it's alright, join Millie Rooney and say you're homesick 😉 Carly: idk whats sadder everyone thinking im crying over an empty caravan or that prick thinking its about him Ali: 😬 i know what i reckon Ali: better dry those tears, babygirl Carly: get his phone for me tho yea Carly: i am mad he gets me & i get nothing back Carly: use the magic Ali: use my mad hacking skillz gotcha Ali: but should I use them for good and accidentally forward some incriminating shit to Ro? 🤔 Ali: this is why we're not meant to play God Carly: do what you must Carly: i trust you Ali: don't worry, sure you're not the only girl he's been chatting too Ali: no offense meant obvs but you know Ali: don't have to drop you in it, as if its your fault but idk, Ro isn't always willing to be entirely rational when it comes to him Carly: idc she never liked me much anyways Carly: better that than dropping some naive random in it Carly: everyones seen me naked if it blows up Carly: old news Carly: & the vid was good too i look hot Ali: hmm, good point on the random Ali: and I don't doubt that you did Ali: I'll have to think on this a bit harder Carly: k Carly: if everyone gets in my inbox ill kno Ali: god Ali: people are gross Carly: can be fun sometimes Carly: cant all be angels like you babe Ali: 🖕 Ali: you know i ain't Carly: i kno you are Carly: too sweet Ali: pot kettle baby Ali: but your secret's safe with me 😘 Carly: ha Carly: its no secret im only sweet to you so youre the only one who needs to kno Ali: 'cos people suck Ali: that's no secret Ali: not gonna waste your time, are you, like Carly: not as good at picking out the deserving ones as you Carly: no secret i fuck up more than i dont Carly: how many bad decisions can i make before berlin tho Ali: nah, you're just too nice for your own good Ali: you know he don't deserve it but people have made the same (wrong) judgment on you so you can't do it back Ali: to anyone Ali: even genuinely shitty people, or people who'd be better off for the nudge of nah Carly: now whos dropping the wisdom Carly: ill just screenshot those few sentences for my ma when she's on at me Carly: im a nice person bitch Ali: 💅☕ though Ali: i'll translate it into spanish for her if she's not getting the memo in plain english Carly: ha Carly: she got well excited cuz she thought berlin had a red light district Carly: thought she was gonna get in my bags Carly: one way to stop me fucking drew in the front row but Ali: pretending i didn't hear that last bit ew Ali: moving on Ali: she wanna get in the windows or like? Carly: she did get the sack so probs Carly: or she thinks itll be like magic mike the german dub idk Ali: oh honey Ali: every nights a hen night Ali: 🙄 Carly: imagine if theyd let mas and das on this trip Carly: i couldnt have come Ali: me either Ali: no one needs that Carly: your ma is so scary Carly: but shed put goldie in his place Carly: probs shouldve brought her Carly: keep me behaving Ali: she literally wants to murder him Ali: need a restraining order and more than mr murray and mr latimer to keep her back Carly: ha Carly: love it Carly: cant she break up the happy couple Carly: my da did me & this beautiful traveller lad that took my v Ali: 💔 Ali: is he married now Ali: if we're doing matchmaking Ali: but in answer, she learnt that forbidding something makes it 1000x more likely to happen and in more secretive, intense ways so Ali: I'm soz Ro, really fucked you over on that one Carly: idk my da literally moved them on Carly: threat of getting the law Carly: k but he still wouldnt be into it Carly: i feel bad for her Ali: ugh Ali: so romeo and juliet, baby you must've been so about it 'til he fucked it up that hard Ali: yeah, i know Ali: i'll figure out something Carly: i was only 12 so i did have the mindset Carly: worth it tho Carly: prettiest boy ive ever seen Ali: swizzle on that, goldilocks Carly: everyone wanted to fuck him Carly: the whole site was feeling the love Carly: fun times Ali: like a beatle was living in your back garden Ali: love that Carly: i peaked Carly: all there is now is a golden god who behaves like a idiot boy Ali: i mean, won't take offense 😒 sat right here and all but no 😉 Ali: there's a whole world of dick out there i promise you Ali: some attached to boys who don't behave like one Carly: ha Carly: you know you're my fave Carly: but youre sat next to him so I cant tell it Ali: 💚 Ali: won't even tell you who i lost my v to Ali: too shaming Carly: now you have to Ali: 😬😫 Ali: okay but then i'm going for a piss so i don't have to feel the pity Carly: baby id never feel sorry for you Carly: w my life come on Ali: you might sympathize though 'cos it was ronan Ali: why he got all weird, probs Ali: eurgh repressed memories flooding back in with the shame 😂 Carly: shit Carly: i told drew all first times are bad but wouldnt wish him on you like that Carly: oh ronan Carly: he better not have treated you like he did me Carly: ill fucking kill him like Ali: aw babe Ali: my hero 💪 Ali: you know what he's like but that shit is long in the past with us so meh Carly: im gonna cry Carly: babe thats sad Carly: & now ms woodfield is staring at me k Ali: don't cry silly Ali: is what it is Carly: im crying and planning murder Ali: you went there too, and other various dickheads, so where's my invite to this party? Carly: but youre perfect Carly: and it was your first time Carly: actual tears in the front row Ali: oh babe Ali: i'm coming over Ali: bog roll in hand Carly: youre too good Carly: im so sad Ali: 😇 that's you Carly: all you tho Ali: nu-uh Ali: you you you Carly: i cant argue cuz im blinded by my tears Ali: not the greatest victory I've ever then Ali: but I'll take it if you smile again Carly: waiting for ms woodfield to tell me i need jesus Carly: ill laugh then Ali: okay, i'll try and lead the convo and her like Ali: we got this, woody Carly: nah if you try and lead her anywhere itll only go one way Carly: teachers pet Ali: 😂 Ali: do you reckon she loves that everyone lowkey drools over her 'cos she's the right side of 40 Ali: or is she desperately job hunting like these fucking kids Carly: i can see in her eyes she loves it Carly: she hates me cuz i dont Carly: facts Ali: not 'cos you never do your work, nah 😏 Carly: & im drunk as fuck rn on her watch Ali: i mean Ali: if YOU were doing your job properly darling Ali: mad you beat her to it, they always get plastered on trips Carly: yea Carly: bet shed take nudes in the bathroom if she had someone to send them to Ali: ooh what teacher could she homewreck Ali: school trip always a perfect place to start an affair Carly: Mr O'Brien could get it if you were old Ali: good shout Ali: getting out my bow as we speak Carly: Mr Cork is alright too but he looks like he'd shower after holding hands Carly: weird Ali: I mean Ali: cleanliness is next to godliness Ali: dirty hoe Carly: ha Carly: you kno it Ali: might be a serial killer Ali: but you wouldn't catch nowt off him Carly: dont have to go home if he murders me Carly: scatter me in berlin lad Ali: 😨😭 noooooo Ali: even if i could go neeson and avenge you Carly: dont go neeson off set tho Carly: your boy wouldnt love the racism Ali: don't wanna be that bitch Ali: problematique Carly: enough bitches on this coach Carly: for once not looking at you ms woodfield Carly: we ever getting there? i thought getting wasted would make me less bored not more Ali: and lowkey racists Ali: all comes out the woodworks when you outed, that gay bashing all afresh like Ali: seriously, why couldn't we go on a plane Carly: & overt racists Carly: that cash tho Carly: how would the teachers afford to get wrecked if they blew the budget Carly: gotta blow each other first Ali: ☕ Ali: dickheads Carly: when goldilocks isnt the biggest twat on the coach tho Carly: idk what to do w that Carly: universe trying to make me like him Ali: give him time Ali: sure he'll reclaim his title 💪 Carly: he'd love a crown Carly: or a medal Carly: get crafting Ali: only if I can get biblical Ali: crown of thorns, you mean barbed wire, okay Carly: ha Carly: im tired come & nap w me Ali: okay boo Ali: as far as pillows go 😏 Carly: serious Carly: i dont wanna sleep on my own Carly: hate it Ali: i remember Ali: coming Ali: promise
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