My Roasting of Power Rangers Wild Force: disc 4

Huh. I was wrong. Animus got much, much worse. Show of hands, did anyone actually LIKE Kite?

I know that every Ranger with a Wolf theme is legally required to have a 'Go it Alone' episode, but was there REALLY a point to this with Merrick? This was not only something that felt incredibly forced, but also just...dumb. Although his showing true affection to the pub owner was nice.

Master Org confirmed Nice Guy Incel. Who did not have to wear that bald cap, but apparently did it for the bit.

Annnnnnd we continue with Max being played up as Team Child once more. Just gonna throw this out there to appease myself: he was absolutely an only child, probably homeschooled, DEFINTELY over eighteen, but in that weird place where he's so socially awkward that he hasn't even kissed someone yet and doesn't know how to interact with his teammates beyond being the voice of hope and excitement.

Money down, the only reason they had Ransik get half-blown up by three powerful beings and undergo REVERSE mutation was so they could show off Vernon Wells being fucking sexy.

I rolled my eyes so hard at the "fight" between Shayla and Merrick over their "music date" that I think I gave myself vertigo.

*Throws a wrench, an axe, a lawn chair, and a whole ass piano at the writing staff and directors* NO to Alyssa being made into a furry to beg at the feet of a gross monster! SHAME ON YOU!

Okay, did we ever get any background into how Jindrax even HAS a brother? What?? How??

JINDRAX IN A BUNNY SUIT THROWING KNIVES!!!!

*pokes Princess Shayla with a sharp stick while she sleeps on the ground* This is a really fucking stupid defense mechanism. How are you not dead?

*gently cups Jindrax and Toxica to lightly kiss them on their cute little heads* You continue to be the absolute best part of this series and I don't give a damn what anyone else says. Jindrax, your inferiority complex when it comes to yourself and yourself alone is stellar; and Toxica, you are the boss bitch that we don't deserve and Taylor WISHES she could have been. *MWAH*

I'm uploading with my phone;;

A Secret Unveiled (SC Titanic, Zetta x Adele Series, Ch.9)

It took me ages -sorry folks!- but here’s the continuation of Zetta x Adele Series. I am also happy to announce that for a lucky coincidence the next chapter about the party will be released a week from now on April 14, that is...on Zetta’s birthday!

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Word Count: 3000+

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Zetta x Adele Series Tag: @eternal-langdon @nydeiri

➡️ Ch. 1, Ch. 2/1, Ch. 2/2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8/1, Ch. 8/2

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I wake up thinking of Adele. With my eyes closed, I can trick my mind into believing we never parted since last night. She could be sleeping in my arms, her curls gently tickling my skin and her breath soft and calming against the crook of my neck. Her calloused fingers entwined with mine as I hold her close, afraid she might fly away like a dream or a fantasy. I know there is no sense in pretending things are different than they are. I'm perfectly and painfully aware that my love is not here with me but you can't breathe if you're constantly underwater, right? Adele is my safe harbour, a gentle hand preventing me from drowning in my own sorrows and troubles. I can hear Sabine setting up the table in the adjacent room. My little Napoleon...she never forgets to arrange a private breakfast on my birthday morning. My favorite treats, good coffee, my books or some company if I feel like to have a chat. And well, today is the day, my day. Time to say goodbye to Adele's ghost for now: luckily enough I'll be reunited with my love later today.

Despite the weight of my birthday and the decision I made in the middle of a sleepless night, I am in a good mood. I ask Sabine to join me at the breakfast table and we chat and gossip like old friends. It's nice to be reminded I have friends even if we never pronounced that word aloud. When she leaves to add the finishing touches to the venue of tonight's party, I sigh contently, taking one last sip of coffee. My eyes accidentally fall on one the boxes piled up on the couch. I reach for it: it's my pearl necklace with my initials engraved on it. A foolish thought crosses my mind. I decide to indulge in it for once and before I can think twice I take my leave and hand it to the first stewardess I come across, asking to deliver it to Miss Carrem. As I head to the first class deck to catch some fresh air, a smile lingers on my lips. I try to picture Adele's reaction to my necklace. Will she blush, understanding its true meaning? Will she wear my token of affection tonight? The thought distracts me from the more urgent matter I need to discuss with her. A gust of wind greets me as I stand at the railing, the Ship of Dreams gently vibrating underneath my fingertips. Yes, I made up my mind. I know what I have to do, what I want to do. Jamie dear will never take that from me. Yet it makes this no easier. I won't back down though. I sigh and stare out to the vast azure ocean in front of me. It's so calm today: gentle waves stroke the side of the ship as the salty breeze makes a kite waltz into the late morning sky. The little owner is standing a few steps away. Well, standing is a strong word: he's jumping up and down, his chubby cheeks red with excitement, and I'm pretty sure he's not hearing a single word his father -I wager- squatted down by his side is saying to him to help him manoeuvre his colourful device. So sweet and pure. Only kids can experience that absolute unconditioned happiness, I consider, smiling at the kite taking a gracious turn up there, far away from us. A gleeful squeal of the little boy soon follows. I hear steps approaching behind me. I don't even need to turn, I perfectly know who's there. I bumped into Matteo on my way to the first class promenade and sent him to look for Adele. It took him more than I would have expected but for once I don't care. I won't give him a scolding. Not for this, at least: his complicity with James's scheme will get him one when time comes. One he will remember, I'm pretty sure of that. "Leave us, Matteo" I say, still looking out to the sea. He quietly steps away. As soft taps approach I wonder if he bowed before leaving, it would be typical of him. Adele joins me at the railing, standing by my side. I turn my head slightly to look at her. The soft features of her visage never left my mind since our encounter but she's radiant. Her skin is glowing in the late morning sun and I can't help but notice that her delicate curls are now graciously fastened with a cloth. Is my love dressing up for my birthday party tonight? A sudden urge to caress her rosy cheek and untie that lovely cloth to gently run my fingers through her hair takes hold of me but I suppress it. I must. We're in public, people would stare. People would murmur and disapprove. The loving father nearby would probably drag the little kite runner away to prevent him the sight of us. That is why I lower my voice as I say: "Our fun last night must have done you some good. You're glowing" My love turns and a soft smile forms on her lips, mirroring mine, as she beams at the warmth behind my words. She opens her mouth to say something but...nothing comes. Too soon a shadow crosses her face and she diverts her eyes. Was I too straightforward? Or is the thought of the people around us accidentally catching our veiled words of love? "Me? I'm the same as always. Ready to carry out my duties" she says, clearing her throat in a professional tone that doesn't fool me for a second. "Oh Lord. 'Same as always', she says" I roll my eye, barely refraining myself from groaning. "We can play it like that, if you want" "Like what?" Adele turns towards me again, visibly taken aback. "Like last night didn't happen" My voice may still be low but the meaning of my words is unmistakable. Sweet Adele, haven't I told you that I don't beat around the bush? You should know it. And I have no intention to pretend a thing like that! Adele looks at loss of words: I start wondering if I'm seriously too direct for my British love. She searches my eyes staring back at her before lowering them as a flush of red color her cheeks. "I'm very...aware last night happened I just thought you'd want-" she whispers but without ending the sentence. Oh, honey, you thought I wanted you or both of us to bury our sweet time at the Turkish Baths deep inside our mind and forget about that? Never speak about it ever again as if it was a dirty secret between the two of us? It is a secret, but not half as dirty as most people would claim or want us to believe. I don't think you share that sentiment too: you weren't afraid to show your true feelings last night and you're too rebellious and free to let anyone tell you who to love, despite all the insults or threats. Or both. Have you ever gotten in trouble because of that, my love? Adele, were you trying to...protect me and my reputation? I'm hiding my true self but I'm tired of pretending. I don't want to, not with you. When I speak again, my voice is softer. I can only hope it will convey how I wish I could take her into my arms and cradle her, easing her mind. "Darling, I'm forty today, I don't have time to pretend." Then I sigh as I remind myself why I sent Teo to call her. The weight of the unpleasantries to come washes over me and I barely hold back a wince. Why there must be always nasty hurtful things to discuss with her when all I want is her happiness, to see her gorgeous smile light up my whole world? "Which brings me to my point..." I continue, my voice shifting to a more somber tone. "I told you I'd think about your little deal with James." I sigh, holding a bit tighter to the railing as if I were to lose balance. "You brought me proof. You brought me...trust. And now I know what I have to do. What I want to do." I sense Adele tensing up at my side, taking in the gravity of the moment. "I'm here. I'm listening. My life is in your hands" she notes grimly, bracing herself for whatever I have to say. "I certainly hope so, considering I've become a sleep-deprived wreck because of it" I snap, but my angry witticism is not meant for Adele. No, how could it be? I turn to face her: I want to look at her when I uncover my decision. A decision I took not only out of fairness, to correct the wrongs of James but also for you, my love. "So here it is. The 'dirt', I suppose they call it, that James is seeking. I was already married once. Long ago. And, in fact...I'm still married." I pause and let my confession sink. It takes a moment to Adele to realise the full implications of my words. When she does, she frantically searches my eyes and gapes. "Zetta, no! I want your help with James, not to give him what he-" she starts, trying to stop me but I interrupt her. "Shut your mouth and listen, Adele. I heard you out before - now you'll hear me" I should have known better that she would have tried to oppose my decision out of ethics and for the sake of the bond we share now. But no, I'm sorry, my sweet chivalrous love, you can't stop me this time. I made a decision. I can tell Adele is running all the options to protect my secret in her head -running away, covering her ears like a child maybe or even arguing with me- but in the end she grimaces and nod sombrely. I can continue. "I was very young. He was my manager. Plucked me right out of Tristan and Isolde at the Vienna Playhouse. He had this way about him, this confidence. Confidence which I lacked, if you'll believe it" I close my eyes as I turn to look out to the sea again and I can still see him. Myself, leaving the theatre late at night exhausted and frowning. Herr Direktor was kind enough to gave me my start but he certainly wasn't a kind man: never a praise, only harsh 'constructive' criticism. He always wanted more and more, your best was never enough, just 'tolerable' if you were lucky. It was no secret that he made an effort to be twice as hard with me to test my motivation and see if I had "what it takes". "Is that all you've got, fraulein? Oh good Lord", "you said you had talent, please introduce it to all of us because so far I can't see none", "Wolfgang, do you have an understudy for fraulein Zetta's role? I don't want to jeopardise the whole play". I was barely sixteen and his shoutings and scoldings got to me somehow. He didn't seem to notice how the press was pleasantly impressed by my performance of Isolde's maid: Theresa saved for me a copy of a newspaper where a famous critic noted that "we might also be witnessing the rise of a new talent, raw but vivid as it suits the young age of its beholder. A new star is born on the stage of Vienna Playhouse? Only time will tell". I can see now why Herr Direktor was so demanding and harsh with me but back then it only made me feel miserable and angry. I took an hazard pursuing that career when my family was struggling in a poorhouse and I started second guessing myself, doubting myself. He must have sensed it too when he approached me that night. He introduced himself as an admirer simply wishing to praise my performance and soon started flattering me with all the words he knew I wanted or needed to hear. When he had stroked my ego just enough for me to accept an invitation for a private meeting at one of the most exclusive cafè in town, he straightened his dashing tuxedo and leaned to kiss my hand like a romantic hero of a cheap novel. I wasn't smitten with him but it stupidly drew a smile on my face. That's how I met Franz. "Anyway, he's dropping names of directors and theatres over tea at Zum Roten Igel..." He performed with great flair the role of artistic entrepreneur he claimed to be. He knew everyone, treated me with the finest treats I had ever tasted and repeated how impressed, no touched -he said- by the talent he could see burning inside me. He confessed to have great plans in store for me, us: "dear Zetta, allow me the honor to join you in this adventure as your manager. Let us show the world what bright light shines inside you". He squeezed my hand with a practised display of deep affection and enthusiasm when he whispered "let us take on the world, sweetheart!". "...and next thing you know, we're married and on a train to the nearest port" I add, grazing my fingers over my old wedding ring at my ring hand, a testament of my foolish naivety. It wasn't love what I felt for him and what led me to accept his proposal. Maybe I thought it was, for a moment, being so young and clueless about this yet unknown feeling. But it was soon clear it wasn't love: I didn't shiver underneath his kisses nor feel the urge to hold his hand or be held in his strong arms. None of those gestures so very often described in novels and plays came natural. He just fed my hunger for more, my ambition. I soon regretted dearly leaving my family and Vienna with him but it was too late. "I would have twenty offers for twenty shows by the time we hit New York, he told me. Of course, there were no parts. We were turned away at every stage door in Manhattan" It was humiliating. His bundle of lies uncovered and our fights in the streets followed. We accused each other of our failures but I knew I was right. Such awareness did little to soothe my heartbreak: I was young, an ocean away from my family and my only mentor, and tied by law to a miserable liar. I'd never felt so lonely and lost in my whole life. "I let his lies go on a year, then I left him. I couldn't divorce him, even if I wanted to. I didn't know how." I wince as I see my younger self summoning up every ounce of courage and dropping a letter on our kitchen table with too many glasses of whiskey and unpaid bills. Then she would walk out of the door without a second glance, a lump in her throat and a suitcase filled with hope and her few belongings spared from the pawn shop down the street. She had nowhere to go and knew no one who could help her get out of that marriage, a young foreign girl in the big city. Even if she had known, she couldn't have afforded the price. So she focused on starting a new life where she could be victorious. But just like now, when she thought she was done with my past, her past wasn't done with her. "Then there I was, years later, my name on marquees, and he's cornering me outside of the Algonquin Hotel" I remember that day. I'd made it: I'd crawled back from my own ashes and now I was the next big thing. Producers were fighting over me, to get me in their pictures and please crowds of adoring fans. They started calling me "American Aphrodite" after one of my first main role and worshipping me like a goddess. I was walking in on my way back from a stroll down Central Park when I heard a way too familiar voice behind my back. "Can I have a moment, Miss Zetta?". Blood ran cold in my veins as I froze. "Please, fraulein, I'm just an humble admirer" he continued in German, repeating the words of our first encounter. When I turned, he looked so different from the charming prince who spoiled me in Vienna and blinded me with empty promises. His hair showed the first signs of silver and his overall look was messy, a hint of dust over his coat. What never changed was the wolfish twinkle in his eyes when he flashed me a sarcastic smirk, running his fingers over our ring. "You seem surprised to see me. Why don't we take a seat and have a lovely chat, my love?". Honeyed words in a foreign language, the premise of a vile threat. "I didn't need the scandal. I've been paying him to stay quiet ever since" I conclude and silence falls between us. Adele speaks again after a moment. "It couldn't have been all bad, if you agreed to marry him. Was there...love?" she asks, her voice flickering between encouragement and grief or sympathy for my sorrow. "No" I answers sharply, without hesitation. "But he promised me he'd help me act. He swore it!" "He was a liar" When I meet her gaze again, Adele is wincing at the simple hurtful truth. "All men are liars. Just some of them are useful. My husband wasn't. Isn't" Husband...what a curious and cursed word. "Isn't the whole thing absurd? I forget I'm a married woman most of the time" I mock myself but Adele doesn't laugh. No, there's little humor in it, you're right. "But Richard would hardly have me if it got out. I can't imagine what the press would do" I add. Actually I know. They would feast above my ruin like vultures. The thought makes me shrug but Adele's voice bring me back to her. "With all due respect - why are you trusting me?" I chuckle deep in my throat: to be honest, it's quite absurd. I'm handing the key to my downfall to the person hired to destroy me. Ironically, she's also the only person I would ever trust with my secret. My love. I face my secretary and, uncaring of prying eyes, I reach for her hand. "I don't have an answer to this trouble with James" I frown before searching her gorgeous eyes again. "But I'm not going to let him pit us against each other, and besides...when you confessed about jumping bail and the rest, you told me everything I'd need to destroy your life" You foolish, brave love of mine... My gaze softens as well as my voice as a I say, gently squeezing her hand: "If we're going to handle what's coming, I want us to be equals" I take a deep breath and look her right in the eye before adding: "You trust me with your life, I trust you with mine" I feel Adele's hand squeezing mine back and warmth spreads through my veins. "I'm...I'm honoured, Zetta. Truly" "There's not much honor in it, but I appreciate the sympathetic ear all the same" I smile grimly. She mirrors my smile. The salty breeze from the ocean plays with our hair as we keep quiet. "Where do we go from here?" she asks after a moment. I can't tell if she refers to the final decision she needs to make in a few hours or if she's talking about us. I don't realise immediately how wickedly connected the two issues are. I decide to give her an honest answer: she deserves nothing less. "I don't know exactly. I hate to say it, but it's on you as much as me. I can give you support. I can give you lawyers. And I'll give it thought...but when it comes to the party tonight - well, do what your heart tells you" I know I'm probably out of my mind for exposing myself to this hazard, but I want to give you what James stripped away from you, my love: choice, freedom. I want you to be my equal, and God knows more than that. I squeeze her hand one last time and give my love a look filled with all the tenderness and affection I feel for her and can't express here before walking away. It's almost lunchtime, she needs space now and I have a lovely family reunion to attend.

It’s been some time since I sat down and watched Wild Force, and it’s definitely stronger than I remembered it being.

If I were to guess, part of the reason it seemed weaker in my memory would be the whole arc with Kite/Animus - Ranger character development falls by the wayside to spend all this time with this random kid (and kid actors on Power Rangers have missed more often than they’ve hit to begin with), on top of the environmental message reaching the “dropped anvil” level.

THAT arc throws all the character arcs off because none of the Rangers get any personal growth or development, and it runs for about a fifth of the season. Then that arc ends and reaches the endgame arc. The back half of the season ends up not doing any real character work, and THAT stuck with me, more than the character episodes in the front half.

001 for Wild Force?

001 | send me a fandom and i will tell you my:

favorite character: the rangers and jindrax and toxica i love them all sm

least favorite character: nayzor i think i can’t remember. mandilok?

5 favorite ships (canon or non-canon): danny x max, taylor x eric, cole x alyssa, merrick x shayla, cole x being happy

character i find most attractive: taylor!!!! and cole is adorable af

character i would marry: taylor is actually my wife ok

character i would be best friends with: the rangers and my org kids i can’t choose just one :(

a random thought: kite’s stupid and also this is one of the best groups of rangers ALSO THEY HAVE FRIENDSHIP MARBLES

an unpopular opinion: it’s a good season! and the finale was So Good with this being alyssa telling her students. and cole being precious.

my canon otp: taylor x eric?

my non-canon otp: danny x max. did you see the finale.

most badass character: taylor or merrick

most epic villain: zen-aku!! and then he made me emo in the finale!

pairing i am not a fan of: donut like shipping jindrax & toxica

character i feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): animus. by being kite.

favourite friendship: jindrax/toxica and cole/alyssa platonically bc adorable

character i most identify with: i’m p sure it was max? i have not watched in so long

character i wish i could be: soul bird. it’s a zord i know. but it’s so cute lmao

send an pr season

P-P-P-Power Rankings!!

Okay, so I'm still a week behind but at least I'm finally caught up with everything I missed while I was doing my multi-city holiday tour. And since I'm doing another weekend trip and won't be updating for a few days, have these instead.

Vinland Saga (Last: 1): Sometimes all of the careful long-term plans are worth less than putting a sword in the king's face and saying, "Wow, actually, you effing suck, bro."

Ace of Diamond act II (Last: 4): Seido's winning streak ended after a late rally fell flat, with Yui failing to make the most of his opportunity. Cue a completely lineup change for game 2.

Chihayafuru S3 (Last: 3): To deal with Arata's playing style, Harada attacked with lunges intended to restrict his movement. He won the first match but forfeited the second to rest.

Kono Oto Tomare! (Last: 7): Everyone was like, oh man, Himesaka and Hokuto were really good, how do we pick one... EXCEPT, OH SHIT, TOKISE HIGH'S TENRYU IS ACTUALLY A BANGER.

Fire Force (Last: 2): Sho stuck a dagger into Shinra after getting some memories back, and then Burns twisted it by revealing the truth about the fire that wrecked his life.

Ahiru no Sora (Last: 5): Nao's drills were hard enough on Chucky and Nabe without Kite ragging on them for a lack of effort, with even Sora admitting that he felt the same way.

Blade of the Immortal (Last: 6): Clearly when nothing you do can kill a man, the thing to do is lock him in your basement and hire a doctor to start trying random experiments.

Stars Align (Last: NR): Maki and Touma surprised everyone by going all the way to the block final but had the misfortune of awakening the twins' brotherly teamwork.

Aiming for eight each week cuz eighters gonna eight. Full watch lists: [Animu][Dramu]

Status Post #7248: Post Zordon Era Red Rangers (+1 Zord Ally).

Row 1: Leo Corbett / Galaxy Red [Lost Galaxy, guest in Lightspeed Rescue, Wild Force and Super Megaforce] (Danny Slavin) and Carter Grayson / Red Lightspeed Ranger [Lightspeed Rescue, guest in Time Force, Wild Force and Super Megaforce] (Sean Cw Johnson)

Row 2: Alex Drake / Time Force Red [Time Force] (Jason Faunt), Wesley Collins / Time Force Red [Time Force, guest in Wild Force, Super Megaforce, Hyperforce and Ninja Steel] (Jason Faunt) and Eric Myers / Quantum Ranger [Time Force, guest in Wild Force] (Daniel Southworth)

Row 3: Cole Evans / Red Lion Ranger [Wild Force] (Rick Medina) and Kite / Animus [Wild Force] (Ryan Goldstein)

Voltron x Wings of Fire

Quick side project after I got the idea stuck in my head. Might do more, might not. Alteans and Galra would probably be the new races from Lost Continent, but I haven’t read it yet, so that’s tbd.

Silverstar (Shiro) - NightWing. Potentially gets an animus touched prosthetic. No mind reading or visions.

Kite (Keith) - SkyWing. Suspects he’s a hybrid, but doesn’t know of what. Skilled flier even for SkyWing standards.

Pidgeon (Pidge) - RainWing. Real name: Clarity. Disguises herself as RainWing/SandWing hybrid who can’t change colors. Has a tendency to deny herself suntime due to studying and got very good at keeping her scales from shifting as a result.

Lagoon (Lance) - SeaWing/IceWing. Mostly presents as SeaWing, but has frost breath and higher cold tolerance than most.

Hazel (Hunk) - MudWing. Bigwings of his family. Fireproof scales.

On names. Not entirely set on Lance and Hunk’s names, but I wanted to keep first letters the same. Also I realized Pidge and Shiro are a little close to theponydins’ (who has an adorable mlp!au blog) alternate names.

Do you have any animu waifu/husbando except Touka?

Mod K:

Right now Touka is the only one I love but I had more than a few in the past. Oh wait, actually, I want to marry Knuckle, Pitou, Kite, Moral, and true form Bisky from Hunter x Hunter

Watch_Me (Wrench x Reader) [7] 

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reader meets the Dedsec Gang and Wrench (finally they meet at last) 

"Rebecca, I have good news." I was sitting on the grass of the park. The comm was working and the line was secured, like Area 51 secure. The locals are exercising or walking their dog.

"The Hacker group and my our group are working together. They will aid us in this modern battle." The windy was in a kind mood. Kites are flying, the children are having fun. The joys of being a kid, how I envy them.

"Finally, I have more hands to do work." I could felt her smiling. "Now I can create more gadgets for us to use. Thanks, (Name)."

"I just had a normal coffee and chat with them. Wasn't that hard." Oh, the gadgets that she made are incredible. The great thing about it is that you can disassembled them before putting it underneath the scanners and reassembled them back with ease. Finally, a weapon we can all agreed.

"I wonder where did you get that friendly persona?" Rebecca said. If I can give her a shrug right now, that would be great. "Oh, wait. I know who gave you that."

"This conversation is getting sidetracked." I don't want to talk about it. I still remember that his father tried his best to stop me, to stop Desmond from killing himself. The image of Desmond giving me his signature smirk was haunting me. Forever.

"Also, I gotta go. Gonna meet the rest of the them." Rebecca said her lines and end the call. It was a good talk other than to hear Shaun's sarcastic words. That man will be the death of me. All that sarcasm, I guess he was born with it.

I got up from my position and dust away the stray dust. Small or not, my clothing need to be clean from any evidence. Morning was rising and the sky painted from its night life to the dreadful morning life.

Marcus had invited me to show their place of work to me since I gave them the golden ticket to my place. Trust must work in both ways and this will benefit to each other. I was waiting at the Mission Dolores Park after finishing some covert assassination to the Fixers.

A car was parked on the right side of my eyesight. Marcus got out and another did. A friend of him? Oh well, your friend is my friend. Same goes to the line; your enemy is my enemy. Both of them are having a conversation, an interesting one since his friend wore a mask.

My hair was loose and I let them to be free, and outfit: was my plain old clothes but with a touch of Mentor-ish in it. Remind me to thank our Fashion Designer, Bon Bon for the beautifully crafted clothes. Heck, he even made formal clothes if one of us decide to attend a Gala.

"Marcus." I greeted him a smile. Small but polite. I look to his side, his friend was on his knees and was mumbling something. It was like he was awaiting to be knighted by me.

I decide to play along, wondering how this will play out. "Rise, fellow warrior of destruction."

Rise, he did. His friend had a mask that are black spiked with leather and don't forget the LED visor that caught my attention. His hood was up and I don't think that he will put it down. Must be doing this to avoid the profiler of the ctOS.

"It's a honour working with you, m'lady." His friend spoke up. The visor changed expression from the X's to a the symbol of two caret. He's excited to see a real life modern Assassin.

I pretend to be blushing. "Aww, the honour is mine."

Marcus step in to avert my attention on the real reason on why am I here, instead of roaming around San Fran, killing Templars and guiding the Novices. Or procrastinating.

The three of us went into a shop, a game shop that sells video games, board games and role playing games too. Shiki informed me that this shop was called, Gary's Games & Glory. Triple G for Get Gud God or I'm being ridiculous. Wrench couldn't stop chatting with me. He was asking various question and I answer them with ease.

Marcus had unlocked the door to their headquarters or their, Hackerspace to be exact. It has the decor to be one and I feel that my office needs some colour in its dull life. I've met the others, Josh who came forward and ask for a picture with my blade, Sitara with killer fashion sense, Raymond 'T-Bone' Kenny whom I met when I was in Chicago and last but not least, Wrench the fellow soldier of destruction.

"Its the old man who still lives and breathes." I took out a glass and chuck it at him. It was his favourite liquor and thanks to Aiden, we've become friends.

Ray caught it with one hand and chuckled. "Its the chick who still stab and kill people. Nice seeing you here, kid."

The rest of the Dedsec group shared looks. Sitara was the first one to spoke up. "You two know each other?"

Ray took a swing of his drink and was drinking like a champion. So I took over his place to say. "Met in Chicago, bonded over the hate of Blume and become best friends."

I clasped my hand together and looked around, study the room that was around me. "Introduction are done and what's next, my weapons?"

"What about telling your real name, kiddo." Ray punched my right shoulder. Aiden and Ray always called me; kid or kiddo. While Jordi and Clara, my usual nickname; S1nny.

"Oohh," Wrench's visor changed to double O's, one are big letter while the other are small letter. "Do tell."

Everyone went around the table and sat on their respective chairs while I stood up, like I am making a presentation about my Assassin life and a small part of my personal life. Both are dangerous and yet, I question myself if I didn't chat with Shaun when we first met. That day changed my life since then.

"Real name is (Name) (Last name), a Master Assassin and a Mentor to the San Fran Brotherhood and a university dropout." Too late, I've said it. Can't reverse time and why did I say it? Better keep age a secret.

"Pretty much on what can I say about myself." I shuffled my foot. Leaning on a leg to weigh myself down was tiring. Remembering something, I fold my sleeves to show them the real Hidden Blade. Everyone except Ray was in awe. He and I shared a look: this is going to be a long presentation.

[ San Fran Brotherhood ]

Leon dropped down from the manhole as he made an entrance to the rest of the Novice. His ears perked up when the Novices talk about something. Their topics shared a common interest.

Abstergo has kidnapped another member of the family. The family members are killed except for one, a small infant. Born after 3 months and Abstergo itchy hands had taken the infant.

Shiki barged in, she quickly told the Novices that this is their first mission to promote themselves to a higher rank.

"Where's Mentor?" Leon approached her with a subtle nod to her orders.

"Mentor is finding more information as we speak and please be quick! We need to save the Jensen Family! My family! She was shaking. Leon reassured her that her family. Her ancestor: Hope Jensen. Her Legacy will on.

Mentor, or (Name) knew everyone's ancestors and told them the truth about it. Sad thing is, no one had entered the Animus but their training was one of the best Assassins that (Name) had known for years. The Seniors Assassin knows her quite well and they are proud that she became the Mentor of a small Brotherhood.

"Shiki!" Leon snapped her of her trance. Her brain was haywire and insomnia was being the ultimate jerk. "Don't worry, we will rescue the baby and your family will live on. Trust in us." He ruffled her hair.

"Besides, you have a niece to take care of." Shiki's emotions had fled out from the window and she return back to her normal self.

"Y-yeah." She took his words and will remembered it. Shiki watched as Leon and his group left the hideout.

Everyone needs to be protected and loved. The words that (Name) gave her resonates within her head, making a mantra to calm her down. Shiki breathed in and out before went back to her duty.

Being the ears of the entire Brotherhood.

animus called himself kite and gao god called himself balloon 

FINALLY finished Wild Force and, really, Disc 5 was the best disc.

I am honestly SO okay that Merrick got dumped by Shayla and ended up wandering the earth, hooking up with Zen-Aku as an end to their story. She's a professional virgin and he's a bisexual furry. This...fits. Even if Zen-Aku appearing doesn't make a lot of sense.

DANNY X MAX CONFIRMED GAY!! No way you travel the world, probably constantly riding coach, with "just a friend" at this age after saving the world. Also, the picture they took in robes was...kind of telling (the size difference is truly unreal).

Yaaay, Cole got a dog and Taylor got her Eagle Zord. A perfect peace out for these two if there ever was. And no heteronormative romance entanglements in sight!

Alyssa becoming a teacher of small children feels like a cop-out. But damn she fine.

Yes, I cheered for the death of Kite/Animus much like Bret Easton Ellis cheered for the death of J.D. Salinger. And I am not ashamed.

Forever Red!!! FOREVER RED. But especially seeing my favorite duo in the beginning of the episode with Tommy getting ROASTED at the end of it. No I do not care about the Machine Empire or Serpentera, just Reds interacting and trying to one-up other Reds. Still mad about no Rocky, but you can't have everything. *kisses T.J., Carter, Wes, Eric, and Leo on the head* babiiiiiies~

Jindrax being wholesome even while trying to be an actual Org was so endearing I think he's on par with a kitten. He did good deeds, he protected the princess, he slept in garbage, he actually paid for his fishing gear, he rolled off a hill after using another monster as bait, HE PRINCESS CARRIED TOXICA. Jindrax is valid and deserves rights.

Jindrax and Toxica helped the Rangers in the most badass way and they literally ended their character arc WALKING OFF INTO THE SUNSET TOGETHER. Best kind of redemption. I sincerely hope they happily settled down to watch Rangers further down the line just to endlessly be bitchy and heckle them.

There is so much to pick apart from this series, but mostly I am contented by three things: redeemed villain duo, weird bait and switch furry Enemies to Whatever, and Blue/Black Ranger besties that allows me to drag out wholesome tropes for future fic ideas.

Taking a break since May 2009

THEN

I lost my way to future when I lost 15 kilos

I stopped writing, and since then I developed two more personas

I found my main portal vein, cut it in 9 with the imaginary knife of satisfaction. I poured fire and sugar inside my ego.

I wanted what I ONCE KNEW.

I started watching books, shuffling movies and smashing my own desires writing poems for the second time in this life

THEN

I WAS DESTRUCTIVE

I destroyed my ANIMUS.

I killed my DEMON inside my own blood inside my own capillary bed inside my tissue

I only wanted to touch GOD over and over again and again

in the darkest corners of my feminine blood.

I let my SOUL drown like a kite in the impossible sea of sharpened illusions.

I started sewing. All day. Everyday. On holy day. On holiday.

I became obsessed with myself and my eyes, the mirrors of my pain

with needles and cotton and pieces of felt

I made dolls of catharsis that looked like the real me

THEN

I moved to Paris and I hated it. For several months.

I learned French,

I started to cook

tartes sucrées et tartes salées, soupe-crème et velouté  

I peppered my ideas with errors, and I let them rotten under my imaginary picture of Virgin Mary

I am allergic to pepper.

I gained back my 15 kilos.

I threw away my clothes and constantly made holes in my socks so I can scream with my thumbs: “I hate myself inside myself inside myself inside myself!”

I cut my hair very short and I visited Jim Morrison several times

I was very depressed.

I never kissed his grave.

THEN

I travelled a lot

I made photos of me getting better

I got much older than I ever wanted to be

I stopped smoking, I started smoking

I stopped taking pills, I started taking pills

I started being honest and sharp

pill-popping sweetie

THEN

45 months ago a stranger informed me that I am eclectic and that I smell nice.

NOW

Dear stranger,

don’t get confused

I’m a responsable junkie with many crafts

who speaks with her trembling finger tips

and makes dolls

with her needles.

THEN

I went to school. Again.

I organised myself. Again.

I read books and watched movies. Again.

I questioned myself. Again.

NOW

I don’t trust myself.

I trust myself!

I have an idea

For a plan:

I will go South to live and die forever

NEVERMORE

and again

Werea - The Sha'tar (eu) head: Hidden Helm neck: Animus Pendant shoulder: Craterflame Spaulders back: Hidden Cloak chest: Farseer's Harness wrist: Fel-Chain Bracers hands: Windcaller's Gauntlets waist: Stormsteppe Chain Belt legs: Mystical Kilt of Elements feet: Treads of Implicit Obedience finger1: Demonic Birthstone Ring finger2: Ring of Fel Domination trinket1: Beguiler's Talisman trinket2: Unstable Arcanocrystal mainHand: Reflex Blades offHand: Adamantine Kite Shield

Decoding Red House

Red House. Photo: Jeromy Barber

  If you weren’t aware, a couple of weeks ago Houston was the setting for an immersive theatre experience called Red House over in the museum district. The production featured eight performances, all of which sold out almost immediately and featured music from Black Kite as well as LIMB with accompaniments by Chris Bakos, Cathy Power, and Tony Barilla. The list of performers that included child actors and members of the Houston Ballet, making the experience one that was truly memorable and mind blowing. I attended two performances, the first and the last, and what I took away was a study on where music can go, and how those who interact with it treat the overall encounter.

  Tony Barilla of Red House. Photo: Jeromy Barber

  For starters, I won’t give away any secrets to the production. This is more of a study in performance than it is a show review to tell you what you missed. The production began the moment you entered the property, with Tony Barilla on accordion playing just steps away from the entry. Attendees mingled and had beverages, unaware that the scene of the rebellious teen was part of the experience, or that the child on the swing was as well. The scene was set in a world created by the team at Dinolion to live out the world of Black Kite’s Soft Animus Heart in an experience that was far from tame. The attendees got to experience the music and the storyline twice per performance set, and with each second the discovery of pain, loneliness, and heartbreak of the album’s lyrics were played out in front of all to see.  

  Red House. Photo: Jeromy Barber

  As someone who attended two performances, I can tell you that I saw others in attendance break the rules of not speaking unless spoken to, while many were left to wonder who was a part of it all and who wasn’t. While Vicki Tippit of Black Kite made her way throughout the house, singing with accompaniment by Chris Bakos and Cathy Power in each room, the players lived out the life of a teen who is tormented by a deeply religious upbringing and the secrets that come with such an intrusive belief structure. The dissonance of the mother, the anger and anguish of the teen, and the whimsical worry of the children were all acted to perfection with few words. The ballet dancers performed a sometimes playful routine with attendees who dared to break them from their performances, while their moves like that of acrobats still stick with me today.

    Red House. Photo: Jeromy Barber

  The rooms, inhabited by characters, spirits, and attendees changed within minutes of leaving them. Copious amounts of furniture were moved while locked doors were opened to reveal something in sync with the storyline, while the music of Black Kite was offered up in a completely new and inventive way. Some attendees were given heart tags that made lights flicker when placed together with varying set pieces throughout the house, making the experience truly different and even more interactive. Some attendees were taken into rooms by characters only to find themselves having a secret revealed that only they would hear. I found myself torn between navigating through the world that was created and following the lives of the characters within Red House.  

  Vicki Tippit of Black Kite. Photo: Jeromy Barber

  Throughout it all, the lyrics of the album were what hit the hardest. The entire production was like lifting the veil from a record that was filled with as lush of a story as the music itself. The lyrics of “Wanting” hit hard when characters sang in unison “Everybody needs a seance and a tragedy,” while other tracks resonated with more intensity based on the words having a backstory to rely on. In “Terror,” the lyrics to the entire song now hit so hard that they almost made me cry. Hearing “There was never a future for me that wasn’t yours, I couldn’t find a comfort in that,” now means something completely different to me. It doesn’t end there, but I wonder who else that attended feels the same.  

  Red House. Photo: Jeromy Barber

  In asking those who I know went to one of the sold out performances, I found that while everyone had a mesmerizing experience, many walked away with something different. Several people told me that they were brought to tears, a couple told me that they felt they understood the album now, and many told me that they were forever changed by what they experienced. We could all agree that all of those involved did a masterful job of creating a universe for us to inhabit while leaving us with an impression that we could never forget.

  Chris Bakos of Red House. Photo: Jeromy Barber

  Will we get to see Red House again? I cannot say, but neither can those who were involved in its production. As for now, we’re all left with our experiences, with a fond appreciation and respect for those involved in hopes that we’ll get one more chance to relive the world that was created again.

Decoding Red House this is a repost

P-P-P-Power Rankings!!

BOFURI (Last: 1): Maple used [Atrocity] to defeat Payne's group and then triggered a guild massacre that froze the event standings.

Ace of Diamond act II (Last: 3): Seido finished things with a double play and Eijun psyched himself up for his next start.

Haikyuu!! To The Top (Last: 2): Next up is the #2 seed Inarizaki, led by the Miya twins, plus their loud-ass cheering section.

Major 2nd (Last: NR): A year of middle school gave Daigo some gravitas as he and the girls wrecked some haughty first-years.

Ahiru no Sora (Last: NR): The team didn't shake of all its pre-game nerves but Kite turned it up to 12 to buy his teammates time.

Smile Down the Runway (Last: 7): Kokoro's win is a win, even if asterisked by Toh's withdrawal, plus Chiyuki secured an exclusive gig.

Magia Record (Last: NR): The magical girl revolution is coming, and after fighting Mami, Yachiyo is running out of comrades.

Hamefura (Last: NR): When you're reborn as the antagonist of an otome game, the best option is, shockingly, to not be an asshole.

Aiming for eight each week cuz eighters gonna eight. Full watch lists: [Animu][Dramu]