Homage to my ultimate favorite character in the cosmos, and I’m actually quite proud of how this turned out! ^-^ I might make a few slight adjustments, since I don’t think I quite like how sharp the streaks in her cloak are :/ But for the most part, just another doodle in honor of my bae. <3
Mogar is a name known across the board, synonymous with violence, with bloody knuckles and missing teeth, with quick temper and relentless brutality. Mogar is a brawler, an explosives expert, a connoisseur of heavy weaponry. Mogar is quick and loud and messy, is frank honesty and unrefined talent, infuriating back-chat and unshakable loyalty. Mogar is a weapon, a soldier, a wrecking-ball and, above all, it is unanimously agreed, Mogar is a threat.
The thing is, Mogar is a reputation; a rumour, a stage-name, an escalation. Mogar was born from word-of-mouth and has only grown with every showing, no effort made to stem increasingly exaggerated tales of his exploits; there is, after all, safety in that kind of notoriety.
Which isn’t to say he doesn’t exist at all; Michael is Mogar, doesn’t kid himself with distance in the way Ryan separates the actions of the Vagabond, has no disconnect like Geoff’s transformation into Ramsey, no fallacy like Gavin’s carefully constructed Golden Boy.
He is Mogar, is the violence, the temper, the reckless strength and morbid humour. But where Mogar is threat, Michael is guardian. Has been a defender far longer than it has been in his job description, plays guard dog more out of personal inclination than in response to inherent ferocity. Michael is furious blood-lust, yes, but only when provoked.
For all his unadulterated rage Michael has never raised a hand against his family, never taken a swing at someone who couldn’t handle it, at someone who hadn’t pushed him into it. And sure, he enjoys a fight, likes the spike in adrenaline, the smack-talk and cocky confidence in his own abilities, but it’s only a fight if both parties are somewhat equal participants; Michael doesn’t hit first, and his responses tend to be more rationally proportionate than his image of a dangerous loose-canon would have you believe. Unless, of course, you’ve come for his people. A strike against a Fake is taken as the first blow and Michael will not rest until he’s sure it was your last.
When they say Mogar is upfront they mean he isn’t cruel, doesn’t play mind-games, doesn’t like torture or drawing things out. Michael is Mogar but he is also mercy. He is clean shots and quick ends, is clear rules and predictable punishments; he’s a self-admitted asshole but he isn’t a monster.
Michael is childish pranks and snorted laughter, is endless exasperated rants and spending long nights awake with sleepless crew-mates. He is dumb jokes and lopsided birthday cakes, frantic first-aid and cranky affection. Michael is a forehead bump with Lindsay before running into the fray, a drink and a careless arm around the shoulder of brooding Geoff, is abrasive affection when Ryan is too quiet and a series of not-so-reluctant bear hugs when Gavin gets frenetic. He is played up affront when Jeremy second-guesses himself, a calm shadow when Jack is fuming, is silent midnight cigarettes on the roof with Ray and delivery-boy of apologetic meals when the support crew work overtime cleaning up their messes.
He is a world of little acts of thoughtfulness and surprisingly sweet kindness beyond the initial appearance of loud-mouthed fighter, but in Mogar there is threat, there is safety, and Michael is, above all else, a protector.
You can totally see the moment when Alec realises he hurt Magnus. I think sometimes Alec is quite bad with articulatiing his feelings and unintentionally hurts people around him with quite a sharp tongue. What would you like Alec to do when he (apparently) goes to see Magnus at his loft after that fight? (I think he is bc they're wearing the same clothes?)
alec to clutch his chest and fall down at shirtless magnus KIDDING but yeah tbh alec and magnus both! alec is blunt with his words (a little too blunt) and magnus can choose them to hurt when he’s upset, so. they each have things they need to sort out.
i just want to see them talk it out like adults! i don’t think they need to air everything out or openly apologize (bc IRL sometimes things are implied between people and as long as you both understand each other it’s all good) but i’d like to see them acknowledge that on both sides emotions are running pretty high. and maybe just reaffirm their support for each other? alec appreciating magnus for being there and worrying about him, and magnus understanding that alec is willing to do anything for jace but that throwing his life away is helpful to no one.
also if alec would like to touch his lips to magnus’s that would be good, too.
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First ficlet for Flowing Like Time, otherwise known as Azurrin Week 2016. For Day 1, “Bloodline.”
The cave where Azura and Corrin sit is almost entirely silent, save for the muffled rainfall from outside and the crackling of their meager fire. While Corrin’s face is closed, Azura is fairly sure that she knows the direction of her thoughts. Corrin’s eyes are troubled, her shoulders sagging with weariness. After the events of the past few days, Azura doesn’t blame her. Ever since the disaster in Shirasagi and the confrontation on the plains, they’ve been on the run, evading Hoshidan and Nohrian soldiers alike.
“There’s a saying, back in Nohr.” Corrin’s voice is subdued.
Azura keeps her voice light, trying to give a bit of humor to the situation. “Which one? As I remember, there’s quite a few.”
A sharp exhalation–a laugh smothered in its cradle–is her only response at first, but after a moment Corrin answers. “Blood is thicker than water.” Her voice is bitter.
Of the three lads Ray has the most professional relationship with Geoff.
There’s no doubt that Geoff and Gavin are family; Geoff loves every one of his crew but something about Gavin brings out his most protective, familial reactions. Gavin clearly adores him back and when they’re out of the public eye the two are all up in each others space like rowdy children.
And Michael, who has so much to give, who was desperate for someone who deserved his talents, his boundless loyalty, will always love Geoff for being worthy. Geoff gave Micael stability, gave him a guarantee that his faith would never be abused, never taken for granted, and in turn Michael will follow him to the ends of the earth.
So then there’s Ray. Ray would die for Geoff in a heartbeat, loves him as much as he loves any of them and wouldn’t have anyone else lead the crew, but he doesn’t think him untouchable. Doesn’t look at the boss and see a perfect role-model, an idol, doesn’t crave his attention or need his approval. To Ray Geoff is just a man, and thats the way he likes it. Its not a snub, not an indication of his respect for Geoff nor a judgement on how Gavin and Michael behave, Ray’s just not that guy. At least, not anymore.
See, Ray’d had his idol, the mentor he’d learned everything from, who he’d have done anything for, who he was never quite good enough to impress. The man who’d taken a kid with obvious talent and acted like he was a burden, convinced Ray that he would be forever indebted for the kindness shown to him. The boss who had demanded the utmost loyalty and respect without offering any in return.
It had taken years for Ray to extract himself from the web he’d been spun into, to leave behind veiled servitude and teach himself to be wholly independent, so there was no way in hell he was ever going back.
Ray knows Geoff would never try to lock him down, doesn’t lay ownership to his talents or demand displays of his loyalty, has already been more lenient of Ray’s quirks than anyone else he has ever worked with, and yet. Geoff may be his friend, but Ramsey is his boss, and for Ray there will always be other bosses.
Ray’s confident that if he had to, if the time came where he needed to move on, he could drop it all and go. Pack up his weapons, burn his identity and leave the crew behind, safe in the knowledge he can survive anywhere, heartsick and lonely but not broken. And it’s that, of all things, that lets him stay. Knowing when he does its not out of duty or fear or fealty to some overpowered egomaniac, but because he wants to, because he chooses to. Knows that while he swore he would never again bend his own will for the approval of another, he need not fear losing himself so long as he calls the FAHC home.
@ibboard bought me the Black Flag novel from the charity shop a while back. I like Assassin’s Creed (all of them) and he thought I might like it.
Now here’s the thing. It’s written in first person. Fair enough, but the character’s voice/thoughts sound NOTHING like the Edward Kenway in the game. It just doesn’t marry up. The Kenway I remember was arrogant but clever (most of the time) and his wit was also quite sharp and dry. He wasn’t stupid, but nor was he garrulous, unlike book!Kenway who goes on and on and on as a narrator, belabouring the point.
Also, this author appears to have a personal grudge against coherence. Perhaps they were going for free form something or other, but when an 8 line paragraph only has two full stops, you get a confused reader longing for the first person narrator to shut up and get to the point.
Also conjunctions at the start of sentences everywhere. More forgivable in first person, I will grant you, but it got to the point where it was intruding on the tone.
Now, credit where it’s due, the author probably doesn’t get paid nearly enough for creating a 400 page novel. I don’t blame them for not giving it their best.
It’s just disheartening, because I would love to explore some of the franchise characters in more depth, but I won’t purchase any more of these books.
(I will, however, try to read it when I am not battling a head cold. Maybe I will be more receptive to its… quirks.)
My friend and I, attend Quranic Arabic classes in an institute located on Coventry Rd, Bham.
Travelling to this area, is always one tedious drive, but the winter sun was shining on this one particular Sunday.
We always arrive slightly late because of the distance and as usual we make up our minds to quietly slip into class and hope no one mentions anything.
I turned the handle of the door and yanked the door open, this door always needs yanking open.
As I walk in it hit me…… that scent! Its that same scent. I’ve been searching for that scent for so long that I had given up. Who was wearing it? My mission was to find the girl with that scent on.
My brain and nose scanned the room, as if a computer was scanning for viruses……
Location of scent confirmed!
My nose which is quite sharp with smells managed to identify the wearer of the scent. It was an arabic girl.
The class came to an end. And I quickly confronted the pretty girl.
“Sister, Assalaam alaikum! How are you?” I politely asked.
After the normal greetings were over, I switched the subject promptly. I looked at her with a sort of desperation, “Sister, you must tell me, what scent are you wearing? I NEED to know, i’ve been looking for that scent everywhere for a long time now” I pleaded.
She saw the desperation in my eyes, and said i will bring it for you next week. I was so thankful. So i eagerly waited for the next week.
The day I was waiting for had finally arrived, as usual we attended the class. And i spotted that the arab girl had come too. She came over to us and she handed the attar (perfume) bottles she had used. I asked for the price, but in return she smiled broadly and said, “Sister, this is my gift to you from one sister to another.”
That sentence made me ever so teary eyed, I rarely get gifted things. And knowing someone has given me something from their heart moved me emotionally.
Why had I wanted this scent so much? I hear you ask.
This particular scent, has a strong sensual aroma, very sexy. It is a type of musk that one could just fall deeply in love with. But thats not the only reason.
When entering the grand mosque in Makkah, the Prophet’s mosque in Medina and the Qibli mosque in Masid Aqsa; I realised there was a common scent. Even when I did ziyarat (form of pilgrimage made to sites associated with the Prophet’s), in different countries, this same scent lingered in the air.
Whenever I wear this scent, it now always reminds me of my journey to the holy lands.
Even though I may have given up searching for this scent, but whatever is decreed will always take place, and whatever isn’t will never reach us.
A strong woman,
is known by many names.
She loves herself
like any man would,
making her dangerous.
She knows what she wants,
so she’s labeled difficult.
Her skin is soft,
but her feathers
do not ruffle easily.
Her kisses are sweet,
but her teeth are sharp.
She loves without question,
but do not mistake
her kindness for weakness.
She can easily swallow
you whole without hesitation.